Singapore’s Mini Winter

The temperature on this tropical island rarely dips below 28, so it was a surprise when the mercury stayed in the 22 to 23 degree celsius range for 5 whole days last week. Anyway, this is a little story I wrote for this week’s post. Do let me know what you folks think!

“Temperature In Jurong West dips to 21.2 deg C in Sunday – @STcom”

Siti read that tweet again as she scrolled through her twitter feed. She slid out of her covers and got off her bed, taking off her FBTs to put on something a bit warmer.

“Where is that trek pants I kept in here,” Siti muttered to herself as she rummaged through her tiny hostel closet.

There were several pairs of jeans and leggings, but the cold was getting to her. It didn’t help that her NTU hostel was right beside a forest, and the mist was blanketing her block in earnest, making it feel more like 16 deg C.

She knelt down to examine her drawer, her diaper crinkling softly. She had decided to wear a plastic backed diaper as they tended to trap heat better, and since her roommate wasn’t in for the night it wouldn’t really be a problem, she had reckoned.

Her bladder then gave a jolt, and she sighed. She had been holding it in for quite a while because she didn’t want to waste a diaper, and neither did she want to leave her room to go to the toilet, in that chilly weather.

She stood up, stretched, and had barely put her pants on when she heard several footsteps outside her door. There were three loud knocks, followed by three voices calling out her name.

Siti froze, recognising her friends from her cca. She decided to keep quiet – maybe they might think she wasn’t in?

“We know you are in there, your Frozen slipper is out,” one of them said as the others giggled.

Siti clenched her fist, knowing she had no choice. They were in the dance team, and one of them stayed a couple of floors below her. Reluctantly, she walked over to her door and opened it.

A gust of chilly wind swept into her room as she opened the door, as she glanced at her friend Zahid.

“Hey, come join us, we are having a sleepover at my room tonight,” said Zahid, as he was flanked by three other girls and guys.

“Yea join us,”

“It’ll be fun!”

“We can go for our CCA meeting together in the morning!”

“No guys, I’m really tired, I need to sleep!”, Siti said quietly.

“Don’t worry la, we will keep you awake! Come, or we will carry you ah!”

Siti was afraid of this. She might have dared go with them of only she had been wearing a cloth-backed diaper, but now she was in a bind.

Now two girls were pulling her out of her room. Zahid had gotten her phone and keys, and now was locking her door. And now she was being marched down her corridor. She tried to make as much noise as she could with her slippers to mask the subtle crinkles just escaping from her trek pants.

Her bladder gave a jolt with every step she took, she knew she was going to cave in any moment now. She didn’t even drink much water, why did she need to pee? Oh, it was because of the chill spell. Zahid started to explain about how some monsoon surge caused by some Siberian chill was causing this weather.

All Siti knew was that she wished it would get warmer. Yes, a little bit warmer, little bit more, nice! Wait, why was her crotch getting warmer?

– Selv



The Traffic Offence – Short Story

Happy Fourth of July to my American friends! Here’s a short story I’ve written, something different from my usual posts.

“I need to buy more diapers tomorrow,” Annette thought to herself as she entered her room. It was just past nine at night, and she had just taken her shower. Closing the door, she knelt down towards her closet, disregarding her unravelling towel and the ominous rumble in her tummy.

She rummaged through her lower drawer, to retrieve a diaper for the night. The Tena Slip Super packaging was empty. The Abena AbriForm packaging was empty too. How about the Lille SupremFits? What, it was empty too?

Annette stood up, as the realisation dawned on her that she was out of diapers. She first sat on her bed, then lay down, realising that her mistake meant no diapers for the night. She bit her lip as she thought. It had been at least five years since she last wet the be so it wasn’t an issue, but the thought of having to poop on the toilet in the morning started to gnaw at her already upset tummy. She stood up.

Quickly, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a school t-shirt, and grabbed her keys. ‘I need my diapers tonight,’ she muttered to herself as she locked her room and descended the stairs of her university hostel.

She got onto her motorcycle, a Bajaj Pulsar, and kick-started the engine. It quickly roared to life. Soon, she was speeding out of the carpark and onto the Avenue. The track adjacent was full of joggers whom Annette noticed turned to look at her, as they always did when she zoomed past. But she ignored them and started thinking about where she could get her security padding at this hour.

She wanted to get her hands on some Tena Slips, but knew that the bigger pharmacies were likely to be closed. She settled on getting some Tena Values diapers. They were plastic-backed, but at least they held a decent amount of liquid. As she tore down the streets towards her destination, she was acutely aware of the worsening cramps in her stomach.

Quickly, Annette parked her bike. She clenched her stomach, and as she took off her helmet she tried to let out some gas to relieve the pressure, which was unexpectedly loud. But there wasn’t anyone nearby. She quickly walked over to the supermarket. It was nearly closing time, but she had made it in time. She walked slowly towards the diaper section, taking small detours, well aware that the weary staff were eyeing the last customer of the day.

She quickly bent down to compare the prices. Yes, the Tena Values were still more value-for-money than Certainty Diapers and the other house-brand diapers. So she quickly picked up an M sized pack, and, with her stomach now throbbing in earnest, limped towards the cashier.

The old lady at the counter raised an eyebrow at her purchase, but said nothing. Annette felt herself freezing as she farted again, and to her horror, the sound she made was barely audible. The cashier chuckled as she handed her change to her.

“Go, quickly,” she added jokingly. But Annette was not amused.

“That are not for me, its for my grandma,” she lied flatly as she grabbed the package and turned to leave.

But she had taken no more than ten steps when she knew that she needed to go right then. So she headed towards the nearby toilets to put one on. She repeatedly thanked her lucky stars that there wasn’t anyone who was nearby to hear the loud crinkling she was making as she hurried to put on her diaper. And as she attached the last tape, she realised that she didn’t have any wet wipes with her.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down – regretting immediately as the stench of the toilet hit her – before grudgingly smoothening out her diaper and pulling on her jeans. She grabbed the plastic bag containing her purchase, and headed towards the carpark. Quickly starting her motorcycle, she willed her stomach to cooperate, put her purchase in her rear box, and sat down on her machine.

The padding helped soothe her nerves a little, so she put the bike in gear and set off. Turn left onto the main street, then she would be back in her hostel in ten minutes before she got her sweet relief. However the intensity of her impending tsunami get magnifying, so she cranked the throttle and blazed towards her hostel, doing 100 in a 60kmph zone. Just get this over with, she thought to herself.

She turned the corner, and a part of her died when she saw it. The unmistakable action of a traffic police officer gesturing her towards the pavement, meant that she was definitely a fly caught in their notoriously random sting operation. And as she stood peeing herself as the charge was read out to her, the eight demerit points and possible $120 fine didn’t bother her as much as the seismic moment she knew was going to happen in 5…4…3…2…1…

“Alright Miss, since you weren’t driving under the influence of alcohol we will let you go for now. We will send the offence notice to your registered address, and you can leave once you sign this… Miss, are you alright?”

Annette’s face went a bright shade of red as she¬†started to grunt. Bending her knees slightly, her left hand slightly reached out behind her. ¬†She lost attention to what was happening and focused on relieving herself, completely ignoring the police officer who was not much older than herself. Perplexed, he took a step back, surveying her unusual posture. Was she really pooping, or was she about to puke?

Noticing the awkward position she had put him in, she took the document and signed it, before turning to walk away. She waddled slightly, cringing as all the officers eyed her and her exposed jeans, her shirt doing little to shield it. Lifting her bike off its stand, she swung a leg over, before cringing as she sat down. She heard an ‘OMG’ from an officer.

As she rode off into the night, she reflected to herself that she had uncontrollably messed herself in front of a police officer. She hoped that it wouldn’t be recorded down in the offence notice that her dad was sure to open.

– Story by me

Hectic Mouse Story

It has been quite a week this past week. My new job is quite hectic given the state in which it was handed over to me. My boss had an admin executive who was so incompetent that she chucked all documentation all over the place. That was happening for months and when that finally came to light, she ran away, back to Malaysia. Thus that mess was handed over to a new Admin Executive. Most unfortunately, she had to clear up that hell of a mess, and being unable to cope, made lots of mistakes and was found to be unsuited for the job, and got demoted.

I came along, I have no idea how I passed the interview, this only being my temporary holiday job. And now, I’ve got to finish up the remainder of the mess that the first girl left, and my boss has tasked me with creating a system of online filing, with which he would be able to check. As I’m not a degree holder, my title is just a mere Admin Manager, not Executive :(. At least I get 75% of the full pay, while doing 50% more. (Maybe that’s why I got hired?)

Anyway that has gotten me so busy, having a 5 and a half day work week and stuff. I don’t even have enough time to think about diapers, let alone wear them. I’m feeling punctured, I want to work on my stories, I have the outlines ready. But I just don’t have the energy. I have the time ( if I stay up, sleep 6 instead of 7.5 hrs each day), I just don’t have the energy.

Maybe it’s a good thing that the breeder that I’m getting my pet mice from is unable to meet me tomorrow. I haven’t prepared for their arrival. Their enclosure is ready, but I haven’t bought the two most important things – food and bedding.

I had asked a pet-related question on ADISC. It felt very odd that I should be asking a pet-related question on a diaper forum, but the pet forums that I frequented were near-dead. I was getting a little edgy as I have very little time before my pets arrived, and not a single person answered my thread in 2 forums, so I turned to ADISC. But my initial apprehension wore off when I got several good replies. They weren’t exactly suited to my context (most had gotten their mice from pet stores, I’m getting mine from a breeder), but I decided to follow their advice anyway instead of risking it.

– Selv

P.S. : I didn’t know what title to give this post, so I merely listed the three main topics in this post. But I just might write a hectic mouse story after all…

P.P.S. : After re-reading this post it is looking like a hectic mouse story, but I’ll write another proper ABDL one.

Some Catching Up To Be Done

Just some thoughts.

I wanted to buy some Banitore diapers but it seems that Prime Supermarket has pulled them from it’s shelves! I’ve tried at least 3 outlets, and all don’t carry the Banitore diapers any more! What’s more, they don’t carry other brands of adult diapers that they used to. Instead the only adult diapers they carry is the Tena Value diapers. Odd. But the thing is WHERE NOW CAN I GET MY BANITORE DIAPERS? *Hugs pillow*

My Tumblr account has been rather inactive, maybe it’s time I start posting/re-posting stuff.

I’ve started work on my sequel to The Girl Who Wondered If Only, and the biggest snag I foresee is the age requirement of the character. Hopefully I can sort it out by year’s end, and put it up on ADISC and/or ASF by the start of next year. Speaking of stories, I will post the next chapter of You Didn’t See Anything, Charissa tonight. (It was formerly known by it’s working title: Jason and Charissa)

An official announcement – I’ve finally put up my Tena Slip Super diaper review. I finally got my (diapered) ass down and sorted out the images, so there you go, do click on the link if you wish to find out more about these diapers.

– Selv