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

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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