This story happened a few years ago, when I was only 14 years old. It was a cool, cloudy and windy fall day. I had just gotten my hands on a fresh pack of adult pull up style diapers, and decided I wanted to go on a walk dressed up cutely. I opened the package and grabbed a pull up, being sure to hide it well after I had grabbed one. I looked at it for a minute or two, trying to decide which side was the front. I eventually figured it out and slid the pull up on. Next to be put on was the thigh high socks, and then the shirt. I grabbed a cute skirt, and then looked myself over in the mirror before putting it on. I admired how cute I looked in the pull up, and then finally slid the skirt on. I looked in the mirror again, making sure my skirt completely covered my diaper. I then left the house to go on a hike, bringing some water with me to stay hydrated. I didn't bring a spare pull up, because I was very new to wearing and using diapers. I was enjoying the wind, feeling the cold air touch my dry diaper and inner legs as I walked. The wind did not lift my skirt, but instead went under. I kept drinking my water and walking around the park. Eventually, I made my way into the forest. I felt the urge to pee while I was out in the forest, so I just released. At first I felt just a little wet spot, but it quickly grew, engulfing the entire front of the pull up. It didn't stop there however; after just a few moments, my pull up was damp front to back. I had to force myself to stop peeing once I felt that my butt was wet, because I didn't want to leak. I kept walking around in it for a while, enjoying the warm, squishy padding. I eventually found a pretty feather, and I bent over to pick it up. My skirt flipped downwards towards the ground as I bent over, completely exposing my soaked pull up to anyone who would walk by, but I didn't care because I didn't think anyone was around there. I was wrong, however. From behind me, I heard an old woman say "Paul, I think that young lady needs to change her diaper." I uprighted myself and looked over, and saw an old couple looking right back at me. The old couple didn't say anything to me, and they continued on their way. They were right though; I really did need a change. I decided to walk home, which was more of a mix of a walk and a waddle because of the swollen pull up. I still needed to pee, and I felt the urge really badly. Eventually it got to the point that I realized I wasn't going to make it to a toilet, so I stepped off of the side of the trail and released. The pull up only absorbed a little bit more pee, and then it began to leak. I could feel some of it running down my legs and soaking into my thigh socks, but I could also feel some dripping off of the sides of the pull ups, and I could hear the little droplets hitting the ivy vines between my legs. Once I'd finished, my diaper was dripping a bit and my thigh socks were significantly damp. I continued on my way back home, feeling ashamed and anxious, hoping nobody saw my little accident or my wet socks, with the few droplets still dripping down from my diaper. When I got home, I slid off the pull up and threw it out immediately. I also took off all of my clothes and washed them with hot water. I then showered off, making sure to scrub my crotch, butt and legs down vigorously, as they were all damp from the wetting I had done not even 40 minutes earlier. When I got out of the shower, I decided to wear only a pull up and t shirt until my mom got home. However, my mom got home early and I didn't have time to change, so I simply threw some pants on and wore the pull up for the rest of the evening, eventually going to bed in it.