One Shot - Ski Trip (Patreon)

I was ashamed, but this was my only option. There on my bed laid a thick, white, crinkly garment which I had told myself I needed. Yeah, I needed diapers. Even though there was no one around to see it, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that I was even considering putting it on, let alone thinking ahead to wearing it in the presence of other people.

Nonetheless, this was my last resort. I had been on a family ski trip for the last few days and everyday, without fail, I’ve wet myself. Every time was because I was out on the mountain, too far away from a bathroom when the urge hit me fast. I skied as fast as I could down to the clubhouse but it was no use. 

The first time I was just sitting on the chair lift when I felt it, and before I knew it pee was trickling down my legs and showering the people below. After that, the next time I thought I was going to make it, when a kid slowly slid into my way. I had to stop fast and inevitable fell, leaving me laying on the cold snow, a pool of piss forming around my butt. 

The last straw was yesterday when I just about made it. I managed to get down the hill, kick off my skis and run to the bathroom. There was no empty stall, so I waited while doing the pee-pee dance, feeling myself leak dribble after dribble. When I finally got a stall, I burst in and started to undress, but the zipper in my ski pants was stuck. Frantically I yanked away at it, more and more spurts starting to soak my panties when...I just lost control. Pee once again trickled down my legs, soaking my pants and filling my boots with the warm liquid. 

I broke down and cried in the stall, when all of a sudden the girl next to me spoke up. 

“It’s okay sweetie,” she said softly, “I was in the same situation. Still am, actually.”

“Probably not,” I said through sniffles and tears, “I’ve had an accident every single day I’ve been here. I can’t stand it anymore. I want to have a good time on the hill but...I’ve had to cut my day short because I keep wetting myself”

“We’re more alike than you think” she replied, and started rummaging through her bag. After a few seconds, she slid something under the gap in the stall. It was in a plastic shopping bag, so I picked it up to look at it. Inside was the diaper I am currently debating to put on, a small travel container of baby powder, and a business card.

“I know it seems silly, but try them out. They’ll save you from the piss covered clothes and cleaning out your boots every night. It will also mean more time out there without worrying about accidents. Give me a call if you need more. I don’t mind, especially if it makes your time here more enjoyable.”

And with that, she stood up and left the stall. She didn’t flush, but washed her hands and threw something heavy into the garbage. Before she left, she stopped in front of my door.

“Oh and make sure to use lots of powder sweetie, you don’t want to deal with a diaper rash” 

Then, she was gone. When I finally had the courage to leave the stall, I had a look to see what she had tossed away. Sure enough, it was a soaking wet diaper. The same type she’d just given me. 

Thankfully, my snow pants were completely waterproof inside and out, so no pee was showing on the outside. But underneath I could feel my panties and sweatpants stick to my wet, clammy ass. My boots squished as I walked and with my head hung low, I grabbed my skis and headed back to our lodge. 

Now, on our second last day, I was staring down at the diaper she gave me. There was a bang on the door, and I jumped and froze up in fear. 

“C'mon honey it’s time to go!” My dad called from the other side.

“Uh...just...finishing getting ready! Be right out!” I replied with a shaker voice, my heart pounded and I prayed he didn’t walk in. There were no locks on the bedroom doors here, but my dad usually respected our privacy. 

When I felt he was gone, I took a deep breath and whispered ‘fuck it’. I spread out the diaper and revealed its true size. Massive amounts of padding that would cover my entire hips and groin area, which surprised me and made me hesitate for a second more. However I just had to not think about it, so I grabbed the powder bottle and sat down into the massive padded underwear. 

Taking the woman’s advice, I layered on the powder and rubbed it in. It smelt nice and felt soft on my skin, which made sense considering it was for babies. Then I laid back, and pulled the front of the diaper over top of my crotch. The padding hugged my hips and felt comfortable on my skin, if not a little bulky. Once all the tabs were tightly stuck on, I stood up and looked in the mirror. What I saw was what I never expected to see, my age disappeared and all I could see was one big adult baby. 

In shame I considered ripping it off then and there, but then I looked at the third pair of my pants hanging to dry, and I left it. I continued to get dressed as I normally would, all my pants and snow pants felt a bit more snug but that was expected. Once covered I looked back in the mirror. I checked out my booty, and I looked like I had a nicer ass than I normally would, so that was a hidden bonus of my protection. The crinkling sound was easily covered up by the brushing sound my snow pants made when I walked, so my confidence continued to build. 

The moment of truth was when I walked out to see my mom, dad and brother all waiting for me. My heart was racing and I was waiting for “why does your crotch looks so big” or “why do you smell like baby powder”, but there was nothing. 

“Let’s gooooo” my brother said annoyed, and without any indication they knew of my diapering, we left for the mountain. 

That day began like any others. We got our breakfast and hit the slopes, everything was great. Then I felt it again. The same instant rush of desperation I’d felt every  other day this trip. I looked to the clubhouse, and was about to rush over there when I stopped myself, and remembered my diapers. 

To this point, other than when we left this morning I had totally forgotten I was even wearing them, so my initial reaction when I was desperate again was panic and rush to the toilets, but when I remembered…I relaxed. 

With the cool mountain air in my lungs, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let go. The pee rushed out instantly, and began flooding the padding that was there  just to absorb it. It felt warm and almost nice to be filling up my diaper, the warm liquid spreading up to my bum and saturating every dry section of the diaper. After a minute of having my eyes closed, my long pee finished and I opened my eyes back up. I looked down to see if anything had trickled down my legs, but there was nothing. The diaper had absorbed all of it. 

“What are you doing?” My head jerked over to see my kid brother standing there, looking at me very confused.

“Nothing!” I shouted frantically, “Just checking my boots is all, go away.” 

“You wet yourself again didn’t you?” He said smugly. 

“What!? No!! I wouldn’t… I mean… do I look like I've pissed myself? I’m not even wet!” I replied frantically; I was not a very good liar. 

“No you’re right, but that diaper does look like it’s gotten a bit bigger since this morning” he smiled. “I’ll go tell mom you need a change” he chuckled, then skied off. 

I was left at the top of the hill, my heart pounding, blood boiling, and feeling faint. He knew. I don't know how, but he must've seen or heard it somehow. My diaper felt heavier and cold, and I didn’t know what I do.