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Chapter 32:
Sue and Steve hadn't even left the driveway before Amy took control. Her excitement was overwhelming.
"Come help me Dan. We'll get the air mattresses set up, with pillows and stuff. He helped her retrieve them from a hall cupboard, and they carried them and an electric pump back to the lounge.
"We bought 4 of these when we moved, 1 each for mum and me, plus Alison and nan. We didn't bring any furniture from back home, so we slept on these for a little while until we bought beds. They're actually really comfortable. This one is mine. Of course you can tell cause it's got stains on it."
The mattresses were blue vinyl, with a blue felt top on them. Amy's had a couple of round stains on the felt.
The kids pushed the two armchairs back, leaving a big open space to inflate the beds. Amy found some blankets and pillows, and soon they were inflating them.
At one point, the first mattress inflated and second one started on, Dan snuck another glance at Amy. She had her shoes off again, and had been busily setting up the pillows and things. Dan, wanting to get another glimpse of her long socks and shoeless feet, had found her momentarily still, her right hand raised to her mouth, a kind of fist formed, and her teeth gnawing on her thumbnail. She wasn't exactly sucking her thumb, but had it sort of in her mouth as she absentmindedly gnawed on her nail. As Dan watched, she snapped back to what she was doing, and resumed making the bed. In less than 10 minutes, the mattresses were inflated and the beds were made. Amy laid out a plastic backed picnic blanket down as a bottom sheet for both beds.
"Just in case" she explained.
Sonia ordered dinner. She suggested that fish n chips might be easier on her daughters tummy than Chinese food, so they settled on that. When the food arrived, she dished it up for the kids while she went to get ready for her date. The teenagers made happy small talk while they ate. They shared stories about their respective schools and childhoods, music, clothes and current teenager trends, but steered the conversation away from their problems and nappies. They both understood there would be enough time for that later.
While the kids ate, Sonia got ready for her date. Amy and Dan just didn't stop talking. They shared and laughed and talked, and all too soon had finished. Sonia's date, Ian, arrived, and made awkward small talk for a few minutes before they left.
"I don't really like him much, but mum seems too" Amy admitted to Dan.
Before she left, Sonia asked Amy to wash up, then she was gone.
Alone at last, the kids at first plonked themselves side by side on the couch. Amy couldn't help but notice the way Dan kept sneaking glances at her legs and feet, wrapped up as they were in her long, striped socks.
"He does like my socks" she thought to herself with a big grin, but she didn't say anything. It was nice to know she had something that Dan liked looking at. Despite her apparent outward self confidence, underneath her sometimes brash exterior, she was still a bit scared that maybe Dan was just maybe being super polite, and didn't really have any interest in her apart from being interested in their somewhat unique problems. If he thought that she looked sexy or cute in her socks, then that was another thing in her favour. Realistically she did know that he liked her, but 8 years of being primarily judged on her medical history had made her wary of people to a certain extent.
They spent some time just chilling out with each other on the couch, discussing possible gaming and TV options, snacks, parental interference, and other possible sleepover dilemmas. As neither of them had ever done this before, the suggestions ranged from the realistic to the ridiculous. Sneaking out for a late night exploration of the neighbourhood, a midnight feast of cake, a late night swim in the pool, and staying awake all night were just some of the suggestions offered.
"Mum was worried enough to have a talk to me" Amy told Dan. "She wasn't keen on us sleeping in the same room. I don't know what she thought we'd do, or maybe I do. But I couldn't believe how stupid she must think I am. I told her I was only 14, I wasn't going to be running away with you or anything!"
"My mum had the exact same talk with me! I said the same thing! It's like they must think we're like sex crazed or something! I told her the same thing. It's a bloody sleepover. You'd think they'd be a bit more chilled out wouldn't you? You know, like happy we're making friends and shit. One minute I'm not trying hard enough to make friends, the next I feel like I'm a rapist or something! I don't get old people sometimes."
Amy wholeheartedly agreed, but suddenly and without warning leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Maybe they should worry......" She said, as she hopped up and started walking off. "Come on, help me wash up."
Dan was momentarily floored by the unexpected kiss, plus her comment, but like any good Catholic boy should, he got up to help.
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Chapter 34:
They sat in silence for a moment, on opposite ends of the couch with a gap between them. Amy broke the silence first.
"I don't know about you Danny, but I think I can feel the wine. I feel a bit, I dunno, sort of lightheaded?"
"Me too. I hope we don't end up drunk or sick or anything. If your mum finds out....."
"Yeah. Maybe we should drink some water or something. What do you reckon?"
Dan agreed, and Amy got up off the couch. She had to negotiate her way around and over the air beds on the floor, which were taking up most of the available space. She placed a foot around the first one, into the gap between them, but as she tried to swing her other leg over, she lost her balance, swivelling around in the process, and toppling over backwards onto her mattress. She landed hard, but thankfully safely on the bed with her head hitting the pillow. Her skirt hitched up during the tumble, and she shrieked as she landed with her skirt lifted enough to expose the big pull up she wore under it. It only took a second to happen, and before either of them could react, she was flat out on her back, nappy exposed.
After the initial shock, the humour of her tipsy fall settled on them. They made eye contact, and the ridiculousness of the situation hit them simultaneously. Amy snorted through her nose, making a loud noise, Dan almost choked with a sudden attack of giggling, and they both erupted in tipsy laughter. Dan fell backwards with laughter. He was giggling and couldn't stop. Amy was laying down spread eagled and almost in tears, snorting and giggling at the same time. Neither of them could immediately speak.
Amy sat up, giggling uncontrollably. She pushed her hands against the front of her exposed nappy, and still giggling away she tried to speak.
"Dan. Oh Dan. DanDanDan! Oh God! I'm wetting myself! I can't stop! "
This had an immediate effect on the boy. His laughter stopped, and his eyes were drawn to her hands, which were both pressed tight against the nappy. Her head was down, and she was staring at it as well. Her legs were stretched out flat in a V shape and she appeared temporarily frozen on the spot. She sat like that for about 10 seconds, then looked up and saw Dan watching her. She didn't make any immediate move to try to pull her skirt down, just sat still and stared at him for a second, making direct eye contact.
"I just wet myself!" She repeated. That was enough to start them both laughing again. It appeared to be one of the funniest things either of them had ever seen or done, but no doubt the alcohol was playing a part. Eventually the laughter died down, and Dan stood up, offering Amy his hand and pulling her to her feet.
Together they stepped around the beds, and went to the kitchen, Amy smoothing her skirt back into place. Once there, Amy produced 2 glasses from the cupboard and filled them with water, handing one to her friend.
"That was, without doubt, the funniest thing I've ever seen" Dan told her.
"I can imagine! It was pretty damn hilarious from my angle as well!" She replied.
With that remark, another smaller fit of giggles ensued, but they were regaining control again now.
Dan observed "I think we might be a little bit drunk Ames, we really do need to get some water into us before your mum gets back."
She agreed, and together they took big gulps.
"So, uh, you really did, uh, wet yourself did you?
"Oh yeah! I couldn't stop! When I stood up I knew I needed to pee, and when I fell I think I squirted a bit, but stopped. But when we started laughing I lost it all together. It was a pretty big one as well."
"Do you, like, umm, need to go change or anything?" He asked awkwardly.
"Not yet. I told you these Molicares are so much better than what you're used too. It'll be fine until I change for bed. I won't bother with a new one yet. If I keep giggling like that, I'll only wet myself again anyway. No point wasting a good nappy!"
They each took another big drink of water, aware that they probably did need to sober up a bit. Amy had a cheeky smile on her face. She was a bit flushed, obviously a bit embarrassed, but it didn't stop her from asking "You know something? You never answered my question earlier. Are you going to try your diaper out properly later? You've just watched me wet mine, I think it's only fair that I watch you wet yours!"
Dan was taken aback by her directness. "Amy, I do want to try it out, and I probably will later. I'm really interested to find out what a big wetting feels like in one. But I don't think I could do it while you were watching me! I promise I'll try it out, but in the bathroom or something okay?"
If she was disappointed it didn't show. She said "Deal!" and they shook hands on it.
"You know Ames, I don't know whether I should watch my drinking or not. I mean, I do intend to do a big wee in it later, so I'll need to hold on for awhile, and it's a given that I'll probably wet the bed tonight anyway, but I don't want to really actually get the bed wet, you know? I don't want pissy sheets tomorrow."
"If you wear the tape on nappy, you won't leak. Just trust it!"
"How come your beds got stains on it if they don't leak then?" He asked.
"I wasn't wearing one then Dan. I had a pull up on, but must've twisted around during the night and it kinda stretched a bit or something. I felt a bit wet when I woke up, but for a change I could feel that I needed to pee badly. I don't always feel it ya know? But I could this time, and I knew I was already wet so I just let go. But as soon as I started, I had pee running everywhere and I couldn't stop. We never could get the stain out of the felt on the air bed."
"That's what I'm afraid of." He said.
"Don't be Dan. Both mum and I have seen more than enough wet sheets and beds to last us a lifetime. It's really no big deal to either of us anymore. Plus you'll have an actual diaper on, not just a pull up. They don't leak. Trust me. Now drink up, I want you to be nice and full for your test run later. Even if you stand in the shower when you wet, but I want you to be really full when you do it, so drink!"
They refilled their glasses again and went back to the lounge, taking up their original positions on the couch.
"So Danny boy, tell me about some of your embarrassing accidents, and I'll tell you mine!" |
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"Alright. Where to start then? I guess from when I was really little. Mum tells me I was really late to toilet train. I was still wearing nappies all day until I was like nearly 5 or so, but apparently I just sorta picked it up all at once. By the time I started going to school, I was out of daytime nappies but still wet the bed."
"But I did wet my pants a fair bit when I was a little kid though. Not like all the time or anything, but I'd have accidents sometimes you know? I had a fair few accidents until I was 9 or 10, then they nearly stopped for a long time, with only an odd one happening sometimes. But then they started happening a lot more again when I turned 13."
"Mum said to me today in the car, after Dr Singhs appointment, that perhaps my small bladder might have always been the problem, but I'd had x-rays done heaps of times, and nobody ever noticed it before, so I dunno."
"In primary school I only had 2 accidents at school, but a few at home or out and about though. The first was in grade 1 I think, I wet myself in class, but I don't really remember it. In grade 4, I didn't make it to the toilet in time, but no one really saw me, so I kinda got away with it then."
" The first time we realised something was wrong when I got older, I had an accident with my friends at the skate park. No one saw me, but I just totally pissed myself before I knew that I'd needed to go!" He told her the story of his first teenage accident.
"But I then had 3 accidents in high school after that though. That's why I had to change schools. The first wasn't to bad. I leaked a bit at lunchtime on the way to the toilet, and had a little wet patch on my pants. My friends noticed and started to stir me up about it, but I laughed it off. I told them I'd splashed water on myself while washing my hands, and they believed it. The next time was in art class. Without even feeling the need to go, I just suddenly kind of got full instantly and pissed myself in my chair. We were using watercolours, and I had a big jar of water on my desk, so I spilled it on my pants to try and hide it, but I'd left a big puddle on the floor, plus my arse was all wet as well, so the other kids knew what I'd done."
"It was weird. You'd expect to cop a lot of grief, being a 13 year old pants-wetter in high school, but it wasn't too bad. Word spread around, and I did cop some teasing from the other boys, but really not as much as you might think though. Mostly it was along the lines of teasing me about not going to the potty on time and stuff like that. It went on for awhile, but died out quicker than I expected."
"That was grade 7. But when I wet myself this year, in grade 8, my life at that school ended. That was only a couple of months ago, halfway through the first term. My old school had a few "free clothes" days during the year. You could pay a $2:00 donation to charity, and wear regular clothes to school instead of the uniform. I chose to wear my West Coast Eagles football team colours. I know you don't follow football, but it was an Eagles jumper and footy shorts. Footy shorts are pretty short, a lot shorter than these boardies. My football shorts are like a blue colour, royal blue I think they call it. I wore my long Eagles socks and everything."
I was in an "outdoor pursuits" class. That meant one day a week we'd leave the school and do something healthy or educational. You know what I mean. We'd go for a hike or nature walk, surfing, swimming or something. We even did a little boat cruise once. But on the free clothes day, we went beach fishing. We took the school bus, and went to the local beach. It was the first class of the day, and I didn't get a chance to pee first. I wasn't too concerned, cause there are toilets at the beach. I mean I was a bit worried of course. As I just told you, I'd already wet myself a few times since I turned 13, so I knew an accident was possible, but I really thought I'd be alright. But when the bus pulled up in the car park, we all noticed the cops around the toilet block. Someone had died there, and they were closed. The next closest toilet was a long way down the beach, so I was kinda stuck. We all took our shoes and socks off, and walked onto the beach. I was really busting by now, and I guess I sorta knew that there was no way I was gonna make it."
"I tried to hold it. I really did. I was holding myself with my hand, just like a little kid would. I asked my teacher for permission to go for a walk to the other toilet block, but he wouldn't let me go unsupervised. I had my legs crossed by now. I didn't give a shit how silly I looked. I was holding myself while I pleaded. Think about how stupid I looked. This was only a couple of months ago, and I'm jumping around like a baby in front of my whole class. I had just decided I was going to just run into the water and pee, when I felt my hand getting wet. I stood in front of my teacher and the whole class, and peed through my shorts into my hand. My blue shorts got soaked, and it was so super obvious to anyone who looked, but I had to leave them on for 3 hours until we finished fishing. I cried in front of everyone, just like a little kid would. My shorts dried quickly enough, but showed a big stain afterwards."
"Of course every single boy had either seen me wet myself, or seen my wet shorts afterwards, so I couldn't even lie about it or find an excuse for it. Some boys used their phones to send messages to their friends at school. The bus arrived back at lunchtime, and there was a big crowd of boys waiting to see the grade 8 boy who had peed his pants."
"I cried again, and got sent to the office to ring mum to come and get me. The teasing got so bad after that, mum and dad pulled me out of there and I started at St Marks this term. So far so good there. I wear my "kiddie pull ups" and although I have a small leak sometimes, I haven't had a full on wetting yet. That's another reason why I want to try out these adult pull ups properly, if they work well and I can keep them hidden, I might try wearing them to school, just in case."
"Ive had lots of wet pants at home and stuff over the years, but the only other real bad one I remember happened when I was 9. Now remember this was before we knew I had a problem, so it wasn't expected. Although I had little mishaps sometimes, apart from my bed wetting, real big accidents weren't common back then."
"One day mum picked me up after school, and said we had to stop at K-Mart. She wanted to buy some presents or something. I didn't want to walk around shopping, so I headed to the toy department. Mum said to stay there, and she'd come and get my soon. I was wearing my primary school uniform, white shirt and grey shorts. I spent ages looking around at all the cool stuff, but soon knew I needed to do a wee. I looked around for mum, but she wasn't anywhere near me. Just like what happened at the beach not long ago, I started crossing my legs and holding on with my hands. Eventually I decided I had to find my mum. I needed to go to the toilet immediately, but there was no way I could leave the store without her. Holding myself with my hand, I headed off to the women's section where I hoped to find her. But she must've been coming the other way to get me, and we missed each other. I kept walking around and around the whole shop, pee dancing the whole time. I couldn't let go of myself as I knew I'd wet myself, so I kept a grip on my shorts with my hand."
"After what seemed like years, I just couldn't hold on anymore. I felt my pee start to run down my legs, and I just stopped still and gave up. I must've been holding on to a lot, cause I peed what seemed like gallons. I absolutely soaked my shorts, they were dripping wet, and I had wee all over my legs. Even my socks were soaked. I stood in the middle of an aisle, with a huge puddle under my feet, and I started crying. A nice old lady came up and asked me what was wrong. As if it wasn't totally obvious, I just screamed out I want my mummy! I wet my pants!"
"The nice lady led my up to the front counter. I was walking real funny trying to keep my legs apart, but still holding the front of my shorts. I still remember how that big wet patch felt under my hands. When I got there, they asked my name, and I struggled to say it. I was sobbing and crying and just kept saying I wet myself."
They called mum over the loudspeaker, or called for the parents of a boy named Dan anyway, and soon mum showed up. I'd never been so glad to see her before. She was a bit pissed off at me because I hadn't stayed where she told me too, but when she saw my wet pants she calmed down a lot and gave me a hug. But after that, we still had to pay for the stuff she wanted, then walk out of the mall with all the people in it. I was still, what's the word? Inconsolable? I kept crying, and had my left hand stuck to the front of my wet shorts, and I wouldn't let go of mums hand with my right one. I wouldn't keep my legs together cause they had wee all over them. I made such a scene, and it was sooo obvious to everyone what I'd done."
"Then, when we got home, dad was mowing the lawn, and saw me get out of the car in my wet pants. Mum told him what I'd done, and he was real mad. He made me have a shower, then I had to wear a Goodnight and a singlet and nothing else till I went to bed. I wet myself again after dinner as well, and he got mad again."
Dan finished speaking. He took his glass and had a big drink of water, then replaced it on the coffee table. He didn't quite know how he felt. On one hand, it was easily the most embarrassing speech he'd ever given in his entire life. Only a couple of hours ago, he was feeling more mature and grown up than he'd ever felt. Now, whilst reliving his past dramas, he again felt small and childish. He'd just told this pretty girl about how he'd wet himself numerous times, the last one in front of his whole class at school, and how he had cried after.
Not exactly the hallmark of a young man, or even a big kid. He didn't really understand how it had all just spilled out of him like that. But it was like once he'd started talking, he just had to continue. He knew Amy had her own problems, but how could she ever like someone who not only wet themselves, but talked about it in all its gory details? She probably had written him off as a complete loser by now.
But on the other hand, it felt so good to just open up and spill all the beans. He'd kept all this bottled up for so long, he felt like a load had been lifted. He just hoped Amy wouldn't think bad things about him. That would be even worse that peeing yourself at school.
They were still holding hands at least. That was a good sign. He looked at her nervously and shrugged.
"That's all I guess. Now you now my dirty secrets!"
When she suddenly grabbed him and squeezed him in a giant hug, he could've just about had a heart attack. He didn't expect that reaction at all.
"Dan, you are amazing. I'm so happy we met. We are going to be very good for each other!"
Then she kissed him, on the lips. At least twice. |
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They spent a few seconds just holding each other. In an unspoken way, their bond had just re-asserted itself even more. If there had been any doubt in either of their young minds about how each other was feeling towards themselves, it was quickly dissipating.
Amy sat back, took a big drink of water and took a breath.
"Dan, can I ask you one more question? Trust me, you really don't have to answer it. Just tell me to mind my own business, like I said before. I know you won't want to tell me, but as its a part of my life, I'm gonna ask you anyway, if that's okay?"
Daniel, having absolutely no idea where this was going, smiled somewhat nervously at his friend. He couldn't imagine that there was anything worse he would find to talk about, so he told her to just ask him anything."
When she did, he wished she hadn't.
"Danny, have you ever pooped your pants as well?"
He felt the heat rising to his face at once. The question absolutely floored him, and he just swallowed without saying anything. After a few seconds of silence, Amy took his non response as meaning that she had totally crossed the line this time, and she stammered an apology, and attempted to explain why she had asked it, but retract it all at the same time.
"Oh Danny. I'm sorry. I shouldn't...I mean you don't have to, that was wrong, it's just that, Dan, I mean because..."
He squeezed her hands to calm her.
"Ames. Trust me. It's okay. I understand. I don't mind at all really. I just wasn't expecting that is all. "
He let her compose herself before he continued.
"Knowing the tummy problem you have, and what it does to you, let's me understand why you'd ask. I guess because that sort of thing hasn't been as big a part of my growing up as its been for yours, I just wasn't thinking along those lines. Wetting myself has always been my number 1 problem."
Without warning, Amy cracked up laughing.
Dan looked at her quizzically. He was being dead serious with her. Amy had asked him a question, and he intended to answer it, but now she was laughing, almost uncontrollably, and he didn't get what the joke was. She had her thumb slightly in her mouth again as she rocked backwards in the couch.
"I told you I'd probably pee myself again if I laughed! I just leaked again Dan!" And another burst of giggling ensued.
Dan looked a bit frustrated. He couldn't get the joke. Seeing his confusion, Amy explained.
"I'm sorry Danny. But that cracked me up. Think about what you just said." Another giggling fit erupted. "Oh, I must be drunk, I'm sorry."
Seeing the frustrated and confused look on his face, she explained through snorts of laughter.
"You said, Wetting. Myself. Is. My. Number. One. Problem! NUMBER ONE PROBLEM! It must be if you have problems with going number one in your pants!" With that she was off again.
Suddenly the light bulb above Dans head went off, and he got the joke. He started laughing as well, and once again any tension had left the room.
When they'd calmed down, Amy again withdrew the question, but Dan was adamant he would answer it.
"Ames, I want us to be close. I want to share stuff with you. I told you I was going to tell you stuff, so I will."
He looked at her directly.
"Yes Amy, I have pooped my pants before, not often, but it's happened. I can only think of 3 times. The first time I was only little, maybe 6 or so. I was sick, so didn't go to school. I'd spent most of the day sleeping on the couch, and had a bucket with me in case I threw up. Because I'd been sleeping, I was wearing a Goodnight. I remember feeling like I needed to pee, but feeling like I was going to spew as well. Well, I did start spewing, and I wet myself at the same time. The next thing I know, I'm throwing up and pooping at the same time. I remember mum giving me a shower after I'd stopped. "
"The next one was a lot more embarrassing. When I was younger, I'd swim in our pool a lot in just my underpants. If mum said I could have a swim, it didn't make a lot of sense to change into dry clothes and jump in the pool, so I'd just take my pants off and swim in my undies. I stopped doing that when I was about 10. The funny thing is, I'd still wear Speedos, which are only like undies anyway, but I got a bit more self conscious about running around in just my knickers."
"Now our pool has pavers around it, and then a fence. On the outside of the fence is the lawn, and a shed. Mum and dad didn't want me doing a wee in the pool if I could help it, but they didn't want we dripping water through the house either, so I'm supposed to get out of the pool, go through the pool gate, and pee beside the shed on the grass. I still do that now if I need to go. I like peeing outside to tell you the truth."
"But there was a naughty thing I'd do sometimes. If I was wearing my shorts, I'd pull them down or undo the fly, but if I was only wearing my undies or my Speedos, I'd hide beside the shed and just wet myself. I think it was just nice to go in my pants and get away with it. I'd hold on as long as I could, and there were a few times when I waited to long and wet in the pool by accident and not said anything, but I'd wait till I was busting, then run behind the shed and go in my wet pants and nobody would know. I think mum knew, cause she caught me a few times. She'd be keeping an eye on me if I was in the pool, and if I disappeared she'd look for me. I know she saw me peeing through my Speedos or undies a few times, but she never told me off for it. I suppose she was just glad I wasn't doing it in the pool."
"But this particular day, I would've been 10. All I was wearing was my white briefs. I remember them perfectly after what happened. They were all white, but had a picture of Shrek right on the front. I loved those Shrek undies."
"So I waited till I was desperate, then I got out of the water. Mum wasn't swimming, just sitting outside with a coffee keeping an eye on me. I climbed out, and ran behind the shed telling mum I had to do a wee. When I got there, I did what I normally did. I spread my legs open and peed through my pants, watching it run out through Shreks face. I'd nearly finished, and tried to push the last bit out, but when I pushed, a big bit of poo came out as well. Only 1, but it was a good one. I sorta waddled back to mum with a big log in my undies. I had to stop swimming of course and have a shower, and mum threw my favourite Shrek knickers away. That upset me, but I probably wouldn't of wanted to wear them again after that anyway."
Amy snorted a bit at that. "Aww Danny. That's kinda cute! How did your mum react? Was she mad, did ya get into trouble or anything?"
"No not really. We were both just shocked at what had happened. I didn't even cry, I was just a bit, sorta numb I guess, standing in front of mum, dripping wet, and a big poo in my undies."
"She didn't even ask how or why I did it. The first thing she said, was to just ask me if I'd finished, or did I still need to go. I told her I'd finished, so she had me stand still, and she went inside and got a plastic bag. She helped me to carefully take my knickers off so nothing fell out, then she just folded them up, and tied them inside the bag. She turned me around to make sure I didn't have any on me, then she marched me naked to the toilet. What was embarrassing though, is she wiped my bum for me. Except for when I'd messed my Goonight when I'd been little and sick that other time, she hadn't had to wipe my bum since if stopped wearing my daytime cloth nappies nearly 6 years beforehand. That was embarrassing. Then I had a shower. After that, I wasn't allowed back in the pool for a couple of days, just in case. I spent the rest of the day in a pull up as well. But she really didn't get mad."
"The last time it happened, it wasn't big, and nobody knew, but it was kinda bad because of my age I guess."
He sighed. "Ames, I had a little accident only a month ago. It was a Saturday I think, so I wasn't at school. I was just chilling in my room, and cause I wasn't at school, I didn't have a pull up on. I've only started wearing them to school this term, or since then if I go out. I don't wear them at home unless I'm going to bed. I was wearing my jeans, and laying on me bed, reading. I felt like an urge to, you know, fart I guess. I lifted my bum up to fart, and a little bit of runny poo came with it."
Amy laughed. "That's called a "shart" Dan. Like if you fart and shit at the same time. Trust me. It happens!"
He laughed at the word "shart." He hadn't heard it before. He continued.
"I ran to the toilet, but I hadn't messed to badly. I just had a bit of a skid mark in my briefs. I snuck them out to the trash afterwards."
He took another big drink of water.
"Well, that's it Amy. ALL of my embarrassing toilet stories. It's time for you to tell me yours!"
Edited April 5, 2016 by Barry
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Chapter 38:
Amy's green eyes twinkled. Dan noticed that she looked a bit flushed. He could sort of guess why. He himself harboured a lot of questions, and a lot of nervousness as well, and he figured that she was going through the same crazy set of emotions that he was. All at the same time he felt very curious about his new friend, (Who, in his humble opinion, was the hottest and sweetest girl he'd ever spoken to in his entire life, short though it still was.) and wanted to know everything about her. But, like her, he didn't want to push her into being uncomfortable about anything. He had questions to ask, but was scared to ask the wrong things. He needed to know practical things about wearing protection and safely using it. He also felt that he not just wanted, but actually NEEDED to know all about what she had gone through growing up with her issues. Her problems had shaped her into the young lady that she'd become, so he felt that he had to hear about it in order to understand her better. As much as the boy had learned already, Amy was still a bit of an enigma to him. Every time he thought he had found out what made her tick, she surprised him with something new and unexpected. She was like a jigsaw puzzle he was determined to find all the pieces for.
"Before I start baring my soul for you Catholic boy, we need more water. I feel just as tiddly now as I did earlier, and I don't want to be all giggly when my mum gets home. Plus, you need to keep drinking! I want you to pee your pull up later, and you need a full bladder to really test it out properly. Mines pretty wet already...."
She stood up and took their glasses. As she manoeuvred past him, trying not to fall over the mattress again, she noticed him sneaking a glance at her socks once more. She was becoming more convinced that Dan, like herself, had a bit of a thing for girls socks. She knew that wearing cute socks or the ribbed stockings she wore to school as part of her winter uniform always made her feel kind of sexy but innocent somehow, particularly if she wasn't wearing shoes and could see her feet. She didn't think it was super weird, as she knew it was a thing for some grown ups. Sexy stockings were attractive. She wondered if Dan was one of these people as well, or if he was even aware of it. While she refilled their glasses, a sneaky idea sprang to mind. She would test it.
Returning to the longe room, she carefully set the glasses down. She took her seat back at the end of the couch, but this time swung her legs up onto the middle cushion while she sat against the arm rest, now facing Dan with her feet between them. She started absentmindedly playing with her sock as she got comfortable. Yep. His eyes were drawn to her foot, there was no doubt about it.
She used her hand to pull one foot up to the top of her other leg. She grabbed her foot, and pretended to examine the bottom of it.
"Aw geez Dan, I might have to quickly change first I think. My socks are filthy! I shouldn't have taken my shoes off at the park earlier."
She repeated the process with the other foot. "Yeah, I might change into my nightie, and I'll put these into the washing machine."
Suddenly, Amy stretched her legs out, putting her feet onto Dans lap.
"Do you like my knee socks Dan? I love knee socks! There's something kinda cute about them, don't you think?"
She looked at Dan with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to reply. For a moment, he just sat there rigid, with his hands just in the air in front of him. Amy's feet were on his lap, and he could feel the weight of them pushing on his boyhood through his diaper. He was trying his best to control a swiftly forming erection, and failing miserably. Amy couldn't feel it with her foot on his diaper, but she could tell he was flustered all the same.
"I paid good money for these socks, but I'm only going to wreck them if I keep walking around outside in them. I don't want to do that. Feel how soft they are!"
Hesitantly Dan put his hands on her leg, just above her ankle. He obviously didn't know exactly where he should put them. He gingerly ran his hand up and down them briefly, only allowing his hands to travel a few inches. He lightly pinched her sock between his thumb and forefinger, remarking in a slightly strangled tone "Yeah. They do look really nice. They're pretty thick as well, aren't they?"
Amy swung her legs down suddenly. "I'm sorry Daniel. I probably shouldn't be just putting my feet all over you. It's probably pretty disgusting of me actually. I'm sorry. Let me go and get changed into my nightie, I'll take these yucky socks off too. Back in a minute!"
Before he could react, Amy had negotiated her way over the air beds, and had left the room.
Dan was completely flummoxed by what had just happened. All day he had found his attention drawn to Amy's stockinged feet, but didn't really understand why. For some strange reason, he had found himself wondering what her legs and feet would feel like in them. He hadn't ever heard of anyone liking girls feet before, and was feeling a bit weird about it. He had taken the opinion that it was okay to have a look at them, but he would never in a million years ever dreamed of actually touching or feeling them. But Amy had just plonked her cute little feet right on top of him, and insisted he feel them. Now his heart was racing, his willie had gone stiff again, and most coherent thought had temporarily left him. He was worried he must be pretty strange to be attracted to a girls foot like that. He also realised that his pretty little friend was now getting changed, and taking her sexy socks off. He didn't want to admit it, but he was slightly disappointed.
Amy entered her room, her own heart racing. She had just taken what she considered to be a big risk and gotten away with it. She had caught Dan a few times paying particular attention to her socks, but thought she may have read the situation wrong. After gambling on her first instincts, and forcing him to look closely and even touch them, she was relieved that he hadn't jumped up in disgust. She herself liked feet and socks, but understood that not everyone did. But his reaction had proved to her that they were on the same wavelength.
She quickly removed her t-shirt, bra and skirt, leaving only her pull up and socks on. She examined herself in the mirror, almost pleased by what she saw. Her breasts were quite big for a girl her age, and she definitely felt more comfortable with her bra off. Her stomach may be troublesome, but it was flat at least. The scars on her tummy still visible, but very faded by now. Her hips were a touch on the wide side she thought, but overall she had a good figure. Even though she didn't actively play any strenuous sport or do heavy exercise because of her incontinence issues, her diet was very healthy as a result of her tummy issues. She generally ate a lot of salads and vegetables, healthy stuff that didn't put excess weight on.
She grabbed her hair brush, and quickly brushed her hair. She still had her socks on, and she liked what she saw. There definitely was something cute about socks worn with a diaper.
Speaking of her diaper, she noticed how saggy it looked now. It must be wetter than she thought. Sometimes she peed a bit without even realising it, and getting a little bit drunk probably had helped that happen. She gave her diaper a squeeze with her hand. It felt swollen, but not yet at capacity. She didn't like wasting them as they were expensive for her mum to buy, but she also didn't like staying wet for to long just for the sake of it. She'd had diaper rash before, and it was very uncomfortable when it happened.
Deciding on a course of action, she spread her socked feet apart as she looked into the mirror. Without making a conscious effort to, she put her thumb in her mouth and closed her lips around it. She started sucking her thumb without even being fully aware of what she was doing, then relaxed her bladder muscles. She started to pee instantly. It surprised her a bit. She'd peed accidentally a few times while laughing over the last hour or so, and didn't think there'd be much left, but she released quite a firm stream into her nappy. As she sucked her thumb and watched, a small dribble escaped her saggy pull up. It ran down the inside of her left leg, where it ran into the top of her striped sock right above her knee, quickly being absorbed by the thick cotton. Two or three errant drops leaked out just as she was finishing, dripping onto the carpet. She dragged her right foot over the tiny drops, soaking it into the sole of her sock.
When she stopped dripping, she waddled over to her closet, where she found the nightie she wanted, a light blue cotton one with a picture of Mickey Mouse on it. She slipped it on, and it covered her to just past mid thigh while she stood up. It had a high round neck, so her boobs couldn't be seen, but she knew her diaper could be visible if she sat down the wrong way, but she just plainly didn't care if the boy in her lounge room saw it or not. In fact, she wanted him to see it, and she wanted to see his as well. Maybe later.
She peeled her socks off, scrunching them up and just leaving them in a pile with her skirt, bra and t-shirt. She gave some consideration to her protection. Pull up or nappy? Another pull up she decided. She'd keep the real nappy for bedtime. Grabbing something from her closet, she waddled to her bathroom, trying not to squeeze her sodden pull up to much. She couldn't help squeezing her legs slightly as she walked, and felt another trickle leaking down her leg. She waddled even faster then.
Inside the bathroom, she pulled her nightie off and hung it from the towel rail. After wetting the wash cloth that she had used before, she cleaned herself up again, and applied more nappy rash cream. She bagged and disposed of her soaked nappy, and stepped into the fresh one. After washing her hands, she went back to the lounge room. Less than 7 minutes had elapsed since she had left.
Amy found Dan still sitting where she had left him, but looking more in control of himself now.
Thinking to herself "I bet I can fix that," she sat beside him again. Trying to be inconspicuous, he took a casual glance at Amy's feet, and couldn't help notice she had no socks on now. Her feet were small, and her toenails were short, and painted bright red. His face didn't reveal what thoughts could be crossing his mind.
Amy declared "That's much better! I'm a lot more comfortable now. I changed my nappy and took those grotty socks off! I feel much fresher now!"
She noticed an ever so slight look of mild disappointment cross Dans eyes.
Without saying another word, Amy pulled something from behind her back, and proceeded to unroll a clean pair of socks. She slowly slipped them on one at a time and pulled them up. These ones were knee high again, but an off white colour with big alternating polka dots in black and red.
"That feels better!" She declared, and once again sat back facing him. Her nightie was a bit shorter than her skirt, and she knew Dan could just see her pull up a little bit when she moved.
"Now my feet are clean, can I put them back on your lap Dan?" She asked innocently.
Without waiting for a response, she lifted her legs up and placed her feet on his lap again, and this time he didn't wait to be asked. He just rested his hands down, one hand above her ankle, the other on top of her foot.
"Yeah. That's much better. Well, I guess it's my turn to tell you stuff now!"
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Chapter 39:
"How's your water going Dan? Ready to pee yet? I had to change just then. I wet myself again."
She neglected to say she'd done it on purpose though. She thought if she treated it as an accident, it may persuade him to let his guard down a bit, and perhaps have a real accident of his own. Dan seemed pretty set on the idea of wetting in private, but Amy sort of wanted to see it happen.
"Not to bad" he replied. I'm starting to feel it build up. All that coke I drank today will be still working its way through me, and I've got no idea what the wine will do. Don't worry, I'll keep drinking the water. I'm still feeling a bit silly as well, and I want to be alright when your mum gets home!"
Amy nodded, then wriggled her feet in his lap a little bit. "Make sure you do. I want you to really try that pull up out. You're going to be surprised. But I still think you ought to let me watch. It's only fair you know...."
"No Ames. I'll stand in the shower just to be safe. But don't worry, I'll tell you about it."
"Make sure you do, Catholic boy!"
She composed herself. "Okay then, I better stop stalling. I'll tell you my story, then you can ask me questions if you want too, okay?"
She took a breath, then continued,
"Well then. I don't want to disappoint you, but my stories aren't as exciting as yours."
She noticed a quizzical look on his face, but before he could ask, she continued.
"What I mean, is while you've had a lot of problems as well, they've been bad for you because they were sorta rare. Even if you have grown up wetting yourself more than most kids do, every time you did, it still had kinda a shock factor involved. For me, it's just been another wetting. Nothing to see here, if you get what I mean. After my accident, it just eventually turned into a regular thing. After you've peed your pants many times a day everyday for years, it just becomes normal, I guess. For the last 8 years I haven't known any difference."
"But I'll start at the beginning like you did. I was a bit different to you I think. Mum said I toilet trained early. I was out of daytime diapers by two and a half, and night time ones by three and a half. I never had a problem with it. Mum said I hated wearing nappies, and mostly trained myself."
"I vaguely remember the first time I wet myself before my accident. That would've made me five or only just six. I don't remember much, just that I was at home, playing outside with Alison, and the next thing Ali was running to mum screaming "Amy's wet her pants!" I honestly don't even recall what happened, but I remember I was wearing jeans, and they were really wet, like soaked. I must've been holding it in for a while I guess."
"My first real clear memory about wetting myself was still before my accident. We had a big family day planned at the beach back home in New Zealand." She paused. " I guess I'll have to stop saying "Back home" now won't I? I guess this is home now."
Dan could tell by the way Amy said it, that she was still homesick for "The Land Of The Long White Cloud,"as he'd learned it was referred to in school. He didn't bother interrupting her, but it was another factoid he'd learned.
Amy continued, "We had a big day at the beach planned, with all the extended family, which included lots of kids, all cousins. We were gonna cook a Hungi, and spend the day swimming and fishing with the long lines. But the weather isn't as hot as it is in Perth, so it's not always swimming weather. We went to a beach that took about an hour to get there. I remember that Ali and I were both wearing our one piece bathing suits under t-shirts and matching denim shorts. The matching outfits were a cute present from our nan I think. Well, on the way there, we drank cordial in the car. Before we got there, I needed to pee, and so did Ali. I would've been six, so Ali would've been 14, same as us now."
"Mum told us to hold on, and we could pee in the ocean when we got there. Ali and I were happy with that. We always peed in the water at the beach. We were the last to arrive, and there were all of our cousins running around madly. Ali would've been the oldest by a couple of years. The rest of us kids were all under 11 I guess."
"When we got out of the car, the first thing I noticed was my cousin Josh. He was about 10, and wearing orange shorts with a big wet patch on them. I could tell right away that he'd wet himself. There was another cousin as well, a girl named Beth, who was my age or maybe a year older, and she had grey sweat pants on with a wet bum showing. It was a typical New Zealand summer day. Windy, cool, and overcast. It just wasn't a great day for swimming in the ocean. I knew Ali wanted to pee as well, but I was busting. But the adults all started talking, so I didn't say anything. I learned by listening that Beth had wet her pants in the car, and Josh had been like us, holding on waiting for a swim, but it was cold so he didn't want to go in, and had finished up wetting himself instead. But the thing that intrigued me, was that nobody, Josh and Beth included seemed to care. They just kept running around with the other kids, and nobody batted an eye at them!"
After a while, I knew I couldn't hold on any more, but it was too cold to swim, and there were no toilets there. There were some bushes, but they were a bit away from where we were. Ali and I asked mum what we should do, and she told us to take our shorts off, and walk up and pee behind the bushes. Ali had a green one piece on, and I had a pink one. Mum asked Ali to take me, so off we went. When we got there, Ali tried to get me to pull my bathing suit across to one side, but I struggled to do it properly. It slipped out of my fingers as I started to go, and I finished up standing there and just peeing through my cossie. Ali did it alright, but we had no toilet paper. So when she let the crotch of her bathers go, she got a wet patch as well. My cossie was soaked between the legs."
We went back to the party, but the grown ups just laughed. We were told not to worry about it, we were only wearing bathers and they'd dry quickly. Josh ended up taking his shorts off and running around in his undies all day, and Beth did too. I ended up playing with them later, and all 3 of us wet ourselves again a few times during the afternoon. We were already wet, no one cared, so we just sat on the grass and peed in our pants whenever we needed to go. I didn't see Ali go again, but she did brave the water once so she would've peed then. There was another boy who wet himself as well, and ended up in just his underwear."
"Ive never ever seen as many kids running around in wet pants as I saw that day. But the grown ups didn't seem to mind. There wasn't anywhere to go, and it was too cold to swim, so we just went in our pants. After that, it wasn't really mentioned again."
"But that was my only real wetting experience before my accident happened. I guess I only remember it because it was such an unusual day back then. Since my accident, it became normal."
After I became incontinent, the novelty soon wore off. It was great fun being allowed to just run around peeing myself all day that one time, but when I couldn't help it, I hated it. I think it was one thing that got me started liking doing a pre-emptive strike. It's nice to feel in control of what I'm doing.
Dan interrupted "Tell me more about being allowed to wet your diapers after school Amy."
"Yeah Danny boy, I think that's where the pre-emptive thing started from. As I told you, I was just so frustrated trying to stay dry and failing. It didn't matter what I did, I kept wetting myself every day. It didn't matter how many times I went to the toilet, I just kept having accidents. By the time I'd get home from school, I'd feel sick, have a headache, my pull up would be soaked, I'd be worn out, and just plain miserable. If I happened to wet myself again at home, I'd be totally fucked up, basically. I couldn't concentrate, I had no appetite, and I just wanted to go to bed. In bed, I'd have a big thick cloth nappy on, and it didn't matter if I wet in it. I couldn't take it off if even if I wanted to, so it was acceptable, even expected that I'd wet it."
"After a long day at school, where I'd just keep wetting myself all day in front of the other girls and just feeling like shit because of it, I just wanted to go to bed where it didn't matter if I did my wee in my cloth nappy. My bedtime nappy became my sorta safe place, ya know?"
So when mummy said I could wear my night nappy after school, it was like the greatest gift ever. I could come home and just relax!"
Dan noticed how the word "mummy" had slipped into her vocabulary again, but didn't mention it .
I'd come home from school, my mummy would put the big nappy on me, and I'd just be so much more calmer and relaxed. I'd have a shower before bed, the put another dry one on before going to sleep. It made things better again.
"After awhile, I'd go out with mum in a pull up. If she thought I might end up stuck somewhere, she'd tell me to just try and pee first. That way, if I needed to be changed, we could do it when we wanted to, and like, pick when it happened, you know? It gave me back some small piece of control. Yes, I'd still be wetting myself, but at least I could choose how and when it happened. And if I leaked, there was no big public spectacle about it."
"So that's how my pre-emptive strike plan started. As you found out when you did it earlier, it's an easy tactic to use to deal with our condition. It's one reason why I want you to test your pull up out later as well. You'll know what to expect then."
While Amy had been talking, she was aware that Daniel had been gently rubbing her ankle and foot. She didn't think he was even aware of what he was doing, but as he listened to her, her kept gently stroking her legs and feet, tracing the outlines of the polka dots on her socks and stuff. She liked it. It felt good somehow, kind of soothing actually.
"Anyway, back to embarrassing story time I guess. Another thing I like is stuff like tights, leggings and yoga pants. Obviously I can't wear them outside the house, because of my choice of underwear, but I've always liked them anyway. Now after my accident, after I started walking again, I wanted a bright pink pair of leggings. Now back then, when I was 7, we were only just starting to learn about how my lactose intolerance worked. We knew I sometimes got an upset tummy, but were still learning what stuff caused it to act up. Now I love ice cream. I always have. It's my biggest weakness really."
"So when I was 7, I got a pair of bright pink leggings. Of course being leggings, they were like super tight. Even though I only wore Goodnights during the day, they still showed them off perfectly. So I only ever wore them around the house so nobody would see my little pull ups. I was just getting to the stage where we were learning about how ice cream could affect me. I wasn't allowed to eat it very often. Anyway, one day nan came to visit. I wanted to show her my new leggings, but I didn't want to have my nappy showing. Mum had told me I could swim in our pool, so I could take my pull up off, then wear them into the pool."
The next thing, the ice cream truck came down our street. I hadn't had an ice cream in like forever, and even though we knew it would probably upset my tummy later, nan asked mum if she could buy me one. Mum reluctantly agreed, even if it meant I'd have problems later. I was so excited! I ran out with the money, and waited to buy a small cone. I sorta knew I wanted to pee, but figured I'd pee in the pool later. I lined up, and met some other kids who I knew from up the road. We got our ice cream, and stood in our driveway while we ate. Of course it started to melt and drip everywhere, so I couldn't just go inside. Plus, I hadn't eaten ice cream in so long, I wanted to finish it. I could feel my pee building up, so really casually I thought I'd do a pre-emptive wee in my pull up, and the other kids wouldn't even know. So while we stood there talking, I just let go, and started peeing, supposedly in my pull up. But the problem was, I wasn't wearing one. I stood there and wet my pink leggings, and ended up standing in a puddle!"
"I just tried to pretend nothing had happened, and kept eating my ice cream as my leggings got soaked and a pee trail ran off my feet and down the drive."
"Those kids never spoke to me again after that. But I left my leggings on and went for a swim in them anyway."
"Apart from that Danny boy, my pants wettings have been a daily event for years. I've wet myself in just about everything there is, and in every situation you can think of. The embarrassment is still there, but you get used to it after awhile ya know?"
"So in a way, you should be pleased about your embarrassing accidents. At least you still get embarrassed. I'm just used to it by now."
Amy stopped to take a drink of water, when she had drained her glass, she looked him square in the eye and continued.
"Danny. I asked you if you'd ever messed yourself, and you told me. You gave me details and everything. I want you to know, I wasn't really interested so much as to know exactly what you'd done, more if you'd ever done it. I didn't need details, although they were good I admit, but I just wanted to know if you had any understanding whatsoever as to what it feels like to accidentally poo your pants. You have done it. I know not often, and you should be thankful for that. But you understand what it's like to have to tell somebody that you've pooed yourself. It's not nice. But I made you tell me, not because I was interested, but I wanted to know that you'd get where I was coming from."
"You were a great sport about it, and you probably don't know how much it means to me that you would just share something like that with me just because I asked, but it means a lot. It means you trust me I guess, and that's kinda a big deal for me."
"Now as you know, I've had lots of dirty pants. I absolutely fucking hate it. It's the worst thing of all that happens to me. I could almost accept my wee incontinence with a happy smile, if only I never pooped myself again. That's why I appreciate it that you told me your story. It made me feel somehow better that at least you might get how humiliating it can be."
"Dan, I've messed myself quite a few times since my accident. It doesn't happen a lot, but every time I think it's over it happens again. It's been very humiliating for me over the years, and I hate it, and don't like talking about it."
"But fair's fair. I asked you, and you told me. If you want to hear the yucky details, I'll tell you a couple of real horror stories about me messing my pants."
"It's kinda funny ya know. I really don't mind talking about wetting. It's almost funny sometimes. But I don't like talking about my messing as much though. But I'll tell you if you wanna know."
Amy paused, "So do you?"
It was Dans turn to offer sympathy now. He held onto her ankle with one hand so as to not fall on top of her as he leaned in close. Without speaking he gently kissed her cheek, then her lips.
"Amy, you are just so beautiful. You really are. I'm telling you that because I can see you don't feel beautiful right now talking about this. It makes you feel bad, but you shouldn't. You can't help it sometimes, but it doesn't make you any less beautiful."
He surprised not only her, but himself as well. Before his nerve ran out, he decided to finish.
"No Ames, I don't want to hear your messy stories, unless you ever want to tell me."
With that said, he used her foot to pull himself back upright. |
Chapter 40:
Amy smiled with relief. "Thanks Dan. I needed to hear that. Be warned though, if you want to be my friend, you'll end up seeing me mess myself at some stage. Thankfully, because I've nearly always got a diaper of some sort on, it's not always like a visual thing, but it's sorta uncomfortable not just for me when it happens."
He squeezed her foot. "Don't worry Ames. I'm already your friend. If it happens, I won't judge you badly. You remember the same thing if you ever see me wet myself in public without a nappy on though!"
Her feet wriggled occasionally on his lap. The sight of her cute socks, combined with the pleasure he was getting from gently touching and rubbing them, with the sensation of weight pressing on his boyhood through his diaper, had meant Dan had been in a state of semi arousal during Amy's entire story. Thankfully, he was at last getting used to the sensory overload, and things inside his diaper were returning to normal. He didn't think Amy was able to feel his hardness with her foot, but even wearing a thick pull up, he worried it was going to be noticeable.
A companionable silence settled over them. They had MTV playing, although the sound had been turned down while they talked. Dan drained his second glass of water. Now, he was starting to feel his pee building up. He was a bit surprised. He'd peed in the shower at home, then did his little dribble in his nappy in the car, which emptied him again, but hadn't gone since. When he thought about it, he'd had a glass of coke with his dinner, a big glass of wine, and two glasses of water, all in the space of what, a couple of hours? He guessed he shouldn't be surprised. Combined with all the coke from the afternoon, he should be expecting to fill up quickly he realised.
But this was now leading to his next dilemma. Now he was starting to feel the need to go, that meant that peeing soon was going to become imminent shortly. Once he felt it, he normally tried to find a loo ASAP. He knew now what it meant. His apparently undersized kids bladder was quickly reaching its capacity, and as the fluids he kept taking in worked their way through, it was only going to get worse more quickly from here on in.
He had decided already that he was going to use his adult pull up. The small trickle he'd let go in it earlier wasn't proving anything. His kiddie pull up would have handled it just as well, it just would have felt wetter afterwards. This big one felt totally dry on his skin now, and that was amazing for him.
Dan wanted to test it out to its full capacity. He wanted to flood it. He was seriously going to contemplate wearing these to school, so regardless of how much Amy praised them up, he needed to give them a big test himself so he would know for sure if he could trust them or not. The problem was, he didn't intend to wet himself in front of Amy, or at least have her watch him use them. He would go to the bathroom, take his shorts off and stand in the shower. That was the best way. He would be able to relax then, having privacy and a safe place to stand if he did spring a leak.
But Amy was keen to see him do it. He wasn't sure if she actually intended to physically watch him wet, and they'd shaken hands already on making a deal on him using the shower, but he knew she'd stand outside the door and talk to him, and he wanted privacy. If he got up to go, Amy would know where he was going and tag along. He didn't want to tell her to stay away though. He'd been witness to a few of her accidents already, and she was helping him. If she wanted to tag along and wait outside while he peed, he couldn't very well complain. He'd actually watched her wet herself in full view of him after all, and it wouldn't be fair to make a scene about it.
Bam. His bladder kicked it up a notch. This is how it started. No need, slight need, mild need, urgency, but all at once. Some times he skipped mild altogether, and went straight to urgent. From there, it would be find a toilet within 5 minutes or wet himself. He shifted in his seat.
Amy was looking at him from the corner of her eye. With her feet still on his lap, she could feel it every time he moved, and he'd started moving a lot over the last couple of minutes. She figured he was finally building up to a big wee.
"How's your drink going pal? Need a top up? Gotta build up your fluids remember?"
"Ames, I don't think I need to build up much more. I sorta need to go now, I'm just trying to wait a bit longer until it gets desperate. I don't want to have to force it. I want to be at the point of having an accident before I go. It'll be more realistic if I have to pee so much I can't stop. I don't want to do a pre-emptive wee, it's gotta be a big one if I'm gonna test it properly. I think I'll be ready to stand in your shower shortly though. It's building up very quickly now!"
"You don't have to stand in the shower Dan. If you're worried about leaks, we can go outside. You don't have to hide from me to use your nappy. I've used mine in front of you!"
"No Ames. It's the shower for me. I just kinda feel funny wetting in front of you. Maybe it'll happen one day, and if it does, I'll deal with it then. But until that happens, I'll try not to."
He took a sudden intake of breath, and let go of the foot he'd been stroking to put a hand between his legs, clamping them together.
"Ooofff. I felt a twitch then Ames. I better get up and go."
Just then, Dans phone, which had been sitting on the coffee table beeped at them. Dan realised he hadn't actually checked it for ages. Like most teenagers, it was usually glued to him. He picked it up and checked it.
"Shit. My phones nearly flat. Can you plug it in down there for me please?" He gestured to the power point on the wall near where Amy sat.
"Sure matey. Give me your charger."
Dan lifted his bag up. It had been sitting on the floor beside the couch. He pulled the zip back, and rummaged for a second before finding the cord with his fingers.
"Hang on......it's stuck, no wait, here it is. Tah Dah!"
He pulled it out with a big flourish, yanking it from his bag and thrusting it at Amy.
He looked on with a feeling of pure horror as his eyes tracked the flight of his light blue pacifier, as it freed itself from his phone cord, and flew in an even arc through the air, before landing gently in Amy's lap.
"Noooo" he thought in a kind of slow motion as he helplessly saw it land, and he felt his body stiffen in shock.
Amy, not quite processing it immediately, sat stunned as the dummy landed on her, feeling Dans body give a jerk of surprise underneath her outstretched feet.
She looked up at him, and saw he was staring back at her, all colour draining from his boyish features. At first, neither of them spoke, but just alternated their glances between each other and the foreign object on Amy's lap. Noticing how pale he looked, Amy was the first to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Danny, are you alright?"
"Oh my God Amy! I'm wetting myself ....."
Edited April 5, 2016 by Barry
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Chapter 41:
A few seconds passed in silence. Then, in a watery voice, Dan spoke again.
"Amy. I can't stop."
Amy just stared at her friend. There was nothing she could do but wait for him to finish.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dan sighed. His body language didn't change, he just kept sitting somewhat forward in his seat, with a hand held flat against his thighs, between his clamped together legs. The only change was he wasn't looking at her anymore, but was just staring at his lap.
When it became obvious that he had finished, Amy risked a question.
"Are you alright Danny? Please talk to me. Are you okay?"
"Amy, I've wet myself," was all he seemed able to say.
Trying to keep the mood lighthearted, she responded, "Well it's about bloody time mate! I've been waiting for that all day!" But even as she spoke, she could see how upset he was, and she knew it wasn't just because he'd wet in his nappy. The paci on her lap was the real issue here, and she knew it. She quickly decided not to mention it straight away. She would let him talk when he was ready, but she was intrigued.
In a weak voice, bordering on tears, Dan said "Ames, I think I just leaked..."
This was the segway she desperately needed. Anything to avoid mentioning the "Elephant In The Room", the blue "Elephant" that was sitting in her lap at the moment.
"Don't worry about it Danny. If you leaked, you leaked. Why do you think we have a couch with vinyl cushions and not cloth or leather ones? I leave little leaks behind all the time! Nothing that can't be wiped off!"
He still hadn't moved or even looked at her. He just kept his hand between his legs, and kept staring at his crotch. He looked to be in a state of shock. Amy's mind was racing flat out. She just didn't know what to say or do. Her friend had just wet himself, and it had upset him, but also what appeared to be his dummy was now sitting in her lap. Should she move it or ignore it? She couldn't just ignore it forever. But Dan looked like he would cry! In the end, she did nothing, just sat and waited for him to compose himself.
"Danny, it's okay. Don't stress out, alright? You wet your pull up, no big deal. We both knew you were gonna do it anyway, just because you didn't get into the shower isn't a big deal. Not to me at least."
She gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile. "I told you before that I wanted to watch you, and now I got my wish. The couch can be wiped off, so I don't see a big deal here."
Dan raised his voice. "It's not that I'm wet Amy. It's just, you know, that!!" He pointed at his dummy, sitting there in plain sight.
"Oh Danny. Yes. I can see it. I'm not gonna ask you anything unless you want to talk. Yes, I'm confused, but I'm sure it can't be the end of the world. Calm down for a moment. First things first, are you sure you leaked? Stand up, and let me look at you."
Still unable to make eye contact with her, Dan sighed, then did as he was told. He stood up and turned around.
The backside of his light blue board shorts was wet. He had a half moon shaped wet patch on both buttocks, which ran together to form a big wet strip that ran up between his legs towards the front. There wasn't a puddle or anything on the couch, but there was a wet smear on the vinyl covered cushion. Dan turned to face her. When he did, the wet patch on the inside of his legs was very noticeable.
"Oh Dan. I'm sorry baby, but you have leaked. You've got a wet bum sweetie..."
The boy stood there, trying to keep his thighs apart, obviously feeling the wetness of his shorts.
"But Ames" he said with a sad note too his voice, "You said these pull ups don't leak. You said they could handle a big accident. Look at me! I'm saturated!"
"Ohh Dan. They work brilliantly while your standing up. Really they do. You must've checked them out. They've got what they call "standing leak guards." While you're walking or standing up, the leak guards hold everything in just fine. But when you're sitting down, they can sometimes just open up around the legs. I think it's the pressure of sitting down that makes it happen. Most times they're fine. You can pee sitting down without a problem, particularly if it's a controlled one. I always do a pre-emptive strike in them, and I can do it sitting down without a problem. Usually. But a pre-emptive strike isn't the same as a full on control loss like you just had! If you had of been standing up, the leak guards probably would've worked properly, but you were sitting down!"
"Amy, the bottom line is my pants are wet! You said it'd be okay, but I'm wet. That wasn't supposed to happen, sitting down or not!"
"Danny! Calm down! Don't get so worked up over nothing! The whole idea of you holding on until you had to pee was to test them! Guess what? You tested them and they leaked! End of story! It doesn't mean that they're no good, it just means you can't completely piss your pants with a full bladders worth while sitting down! This is why you're testing them sweetie! To see what they can and can't handle. You've just learned something that they can't. If you did the same pee again while standing, I bet they'd be fine. Stop getting so worked up over a leaky diaper. Seriously, it's nothing to get stressed about. Trust me."
Dan was taken aback by this outburst. Suddenly, he regained his sense of perspective. He realised that he wasn't that upset about his wet shorts, he was upset about the sudden appearance of his paci. He was just transferring his anger in the wrong direction.
Again he sighed. "Oh Ames. I'm sorry. You're right I know. It's the whole reason I wanted to test them. It's not the leak, it's,....this really"
He reached over and picked his paci up, looking at it morosely. "I guess you're wondering about this..." He waved the dummy in her general direction.
"Honestly Dan? I guess I am. I don't understand what's going on here, but obviously somethings upset you about....that thing. I don't get why you're so upset! I know you got your pants wet, but so what? It's not the first or last time it'll happen. The couch is okay, and nobody except us will ever know, and I don't even care. Now I know that for some reason you're carrying a pacifier around with you, and yes, I'd like to know why, if you'll tell me, but I really don't understand your reaction! It's like you think I care!"
After saying that, she realised that it could be taken the wrong way. She hastened to add, "That didn't come out right sweetie. What I meant, was not long ago you were worried about me seeing you wet your diaper. I wanted to, but you refused. All that it means, is it happened and I saw it anyway. It doesn't change anything. I don't think any less of you just because you wet yourself. We both have accidents. It's why we've clicked like we have."
"What I'm trying to say is I don't understand why you think I could possibly be upset or put off, not because you wet yourself , but because for some reason you're carrying a dummy around with you. If I'm ok with you wetting, why would I possibly care about a dummy? Yes, I'm interested to know about it, only if you'll tell me, but honestly, why on earth is it such a big deal?"
"You need to go change your pants Dan. If you want to talk about it, we can after you change. If not, we won't. Now you get changed, I'll wipe the couch down, and nothing's changed between us, alright?"
Having said that, she got up to fetch a cloth, and kissed him on the way past. |
Chapter 42:
Amy left Dan standing there while she fetched a damp cloth. When she returned, he was still standing with his legs apart, looking at the front of his shorts which had now wicked the wetness up, forming a wet patch there as well. He had his hand on it, and was absentmindedly holding the wet spot. He now looked way younger than his 14 years, more like a little kid who had wet himself and was waiting for a grownup to help him change. Amy wiped the damp vinyl cushion down, then looked critically at Dans upper legs.
"Just stand still for a moment Dan, you're dripping a little bit."
Without waiting for a reply, she bent over and quickly but efficiently wiped the cloth along the bottom of the legs of Dans board shorts, they were long for shorts, and reached nearly to his knees. She was careful not to try and wipe too high up, as she didn't want him to think that she was going to touch him near his crotch.
"Turn around mate."
He did as she asked without complaining
His backside was very wet, and some drips were formed and waiting to fall. She repeated her gentle wiping, ensuring he wouldn't leave a trail of pee drips behind, then quickly blotted a couple that had landed on the carpet. She handed him the cloth, and told him to give the inside of his upper legs a quick wipe before he moved. Again, the boy complied without comment.
"OK Danny, you're safe to walk without dripping everywhere. Take this cloth, go into my bathroom and wipe yourself down properly, and there's bags and a bin under the sink for your nappy. Did you bring pyjamas? Put another diaper on and change into your PJs, you'll feel a lot better, alright?"
She kind of felt that the way she was addressing him was the way she'd address a little kid, not a big one, but he did look very lost and helpless standing there in his peed pants. She almost felt like offering to help him change, but knew that would be just super weird.
"Thanks Ames" was all he said, and he took the cloth and his bag and left the room. She called for him to wait, then ran to the kitchen and found a plastic bag to hand to him.
"For your wet clothes" she said, then gave him a quick kiss. "Stop looking so devastated Catholic boy, nothing's changed between us, I still really like you!" She was heartened to see a little smile of gratitude appear as he left.
Back in the lounge, she checked once more for any wet bits she might of missed, finding none. She wondered how many other girls her age would be alright cleaning up their friends pee. Probably not many, but pee had stopped being a big deal for her a long time ago. She decided to plug his phone in for him while she waited. It was sitting on the table, and the paci was sitting alongside it. He must've put it down while he wiped himself. When she plugged the phone in, the screen lit up, and it showed a couple of messages and Facebook updates to be checked. She'd tell him to check his phone when he returned.
Hearing the tap running in the bathroom, she new he'd be in there for at least a couple of minutes. She tentatively picked up his paci and examined it. It looked well worn. Wondering again about it, and what it could possibly mean, she glanced over her shoulder making sure she was alone, then placed it in her mouth. She gave a little suck on it, and was aware that her bladder twitched ever so slightly when she did. It felt like her thumb, only somehow better. Amy quickly put it back down again. She wasn't sure what to do next. Dan would be back soon, and it seemed an uncomfortable talk would occur. She would go and pour them some iced tea she decided, just so she would be busy when he returned.
Dan waddled into the bathroom, trying not to squeeze the swollen diaper with his legs. He removed his shorts and boxers, leaving him in just his shirt and nappy. Placing his bag on the bench, he started searching through it. He was mentally cursing himself the entire time. He could not believe just how fucking stupid he was. He had completely forgotten all about stashing his paci into his bag at home when he was about to walk in on his mother and uncle while sucking it. In hindsight, that would have been a better option than this. He would rather explain his dummy to his family than this girl. Then, to top it off, he'd wet himself. Not only that, he got his pants wet in front of her, not just his nappy.
In a way, wetting his nappy really wasn't a big deal. They both did it, and of course it wasn't a secret, that's for sure. He hadn't really wanted to lose control in front of her, but he sorta accepted it would've happened eventually. If they stayed friends, and he prayed to God they did, it would've been only a matter of time until it happened anyway. The wet pants were worse again. At least a wet diaper isn't as noticeable as wet shorts. He realised it wasn't a big difference, but couldn't help but feel even worse though.
Then the paci. That had really fucked things up. He knew she was cool with him wetting himself, hell, she had even wanted to watch him do it, but he was sure the appearance of his dummy on her lap would probably signify the end of any potential relationship. Sure, he knew they would stay friends, but even though they hadn't known each other long, Dan knew he wanted more than that. Already, the word "Girlfriend" had popped into his mind a couple of times. He knew she wasn't his girlfriend yet, but he had sort of been hoping she may become so one day. But there was probably no chance of that now.
He fished another pull up from his bag. Even though he'd been wearing one all day, he hadn't had the time to really examine one closely. When he had put it on for the first time, he had been in this very bathroom, but in a hurry to change before anybody but Amy found out what he was doing. After his shower at home, his mum was calling him to hurry up, so once again he had just slipped it on quickly. He opened it up, and gave it a close inspection, paying particular attention to the elasticised leg bands with the leak guards. He held it up, then squashed it a bit, to simulate what sitting down was like.
He put his hand between his legs, and craned his neck down to look at the one he had on. There was a stool under the sink, and he pulled it out to sit on, visually checking it again. He saw how it sort of splayed open a bit when he sat down. Amy was right. If he had of been standing up, he most likely wouldn't of leaked, but peeing while seated was more precarious.
Even if he had of stood up and kept his pants dry though, it still paled into insignificance against his dummy being discovered. He would of chosen the option of messing in his shorts without any protection on instead of having her find his paci. At least she could comprehend and understand dirty accidents. She wouldn't understand his dummy, that's for sure.
His Dummy! He'd left it on the table! The situation just kept getting worse. No doubt she would have been looking at it flat out, trying to work out why he even had one. Argh fuck it!
Knowing he couldn't do anything about it now, he removed his soggy pull up, dampened the cloth, and gave himself a good wiping off. It wasn't the first time in his life he'd ever had to do this unfortunately, so it didn't take him long. He grabbed a fresh pull up, and stepped into it, making sure it fitted securely between his legs with no gaps. No doubt at all it provided a better seal while he was standing. He thought to himself that if nothing else, at least he'd learned something from the experience.
He rummaged in his bag again, and pulled out his pyjama pants. These were basically light grey in colour, but with an alternating check pattern done in various grey shades. His mother had called them his "50 shades of grey" PJs, and they had laughed at the joke. He was regretting his choice of sleepwear now though. He'd wet the bed wearing these before, and they showed up any wetness really well. He should've gone with his black sweat pants instead, but hadn't given enough thought to what his pants would look like if they got wet.
He never wore boxers at home under his pyjamas. They were only to hide his nappy at school. If he did wet during the night, and he usually did, boxer shorts weren't going to offer any extra protection at all. It only created more washing if he leaked. His pyjamas could be pulled up high enough to hide his nappies waistband, and had a draw string along with the elastisised waist, so he could do them up tight anyway. He bagged and threw out his wet diaper, then sat on the stool again. Another search of his bag resulted in him recovering his white ankle socks, so he pulled them on and stood up. After washing his hands and face he took a deep breath.
He couldn't even face his own reflection at the moment. How the hell was he supposed to face Amy? Knowing he couldn't stay in the bathroom all night, he had no option but to try. Suddenly the urge to pee again struck him. He must be still holding some still. He didn't want to go to the toilet, then come back here to wash his hands again. He pulled open the shower door, pulled his pants and diaper down, and peed in the shower instead. After he shook himself dry, he briefly ran the water to wash his pee away. Dan wouldn't have normally done this, but had felt like doing something a bit naughty by choice.
As he washed his hands, he found the courage to make eye contact with his reflection.
"I AM in control here" he muttered.
After drying his hands, he left to face Amy. |
Chapter 43:
He found Amy sitting back in her original position, feet up on the couch. Upon seeing him, she pulled her feet up, leaving him space to sit back down on his now dried cushion. He had no sooner sat back down, uttering a big sigh as he did, when Amy stretched her legs back out, putting her socked feet straight back onto his lap without asking, leaving them seated exactly as they had been before all the excitement, as if nothing at all had happened. He put his hands back onto her foot and leg, but said nothing.
"Plugged ya phone in Dan. Looks like you've got a couple of messages and Facebook stuff to check. Did you get changed alright? By the way, I like your pyjamas!"
When he didn't respond, she tried again. "I can't believe you're wearing socks now. You've been barefoot all day! Are you one of those "socks to bed" people? I can't handle sleeping in socks. These will be coming off straight away when we go to bed."
His reply sounded sullen. "Yeah, I guess I am. I always wear socks to bed. Dunno why."
Again she tried. "I made us some ice tea. It's nice and sweet. Be warned though, it might make you want to pee!"
He just offered a weak attempt at a smile.
Getting a bit frustrated now, she decided a straightforward approach was required. "So Danny boy, what's up? What's going on here exactly? I'm not stupid you realise. Something about that pacifier sitting on the table is bugging you. I don't need to be Sherlock Bloody Holmes to work that out! Are you going to say anything or not? Something more than wetting your pants just now has upset you, and whatever it is, it's connected to that." She gestured at his paci. "Now I said before that I wouldn't ask you to tell me anything you didn't want too, and I meant it. I won't, but you can't just shut me out without some sort of excuse, or can you?
This last comment was added in a challenging tone.
Another sigh escaped him, prompting Amy to say "If you spent as much time talking as you do sighing, this conversation would go a lot easier you realise?"
He didn't look up, but he did start speaking.
"Amy. I have a pacifier. It's one of my old baby ones. I found 2 of them a year ago. We were cleaning out our hallway cupboard, and going through an old box of my baby stuff. To tell you the truth, mum was looking for my old cloth diapers. She had an idea that I might be able to stuff one inside my Goodnight at bedtime, to make them more absorbent. That didn't work by the way. Too uncomfortable. But in the box were 2 old pacifiers. I don't know why I did it, but I snuck them out of the rubbish bag that mum put them in. I honestly didn't have any plan on using them, but for some reason, I just wanted to keep them. While I didn't want to actually use them, I still didn't want to throw them away either. I snuck them into my room, hid them at the back of a shelf in my wardrobe, stuffed inside an old woollen beanie hat, and forgot about them."
"This was around the time my daytime accidents were just starting to kick in again. It was probably not long after the skate park incident that I told you about. One day I rode my bike to the park. I was starting to play by myself more often. I was worried about wetting myself in front of my friends, so I spent more time by myself. I was just chilling out by myself, riding my bike around the paths, when I saw a group of boys from my school walking into the park from the entrance I needed to leave out of. These kids were some of the worst bullies from my school, and I didn't want to be seen by them, so I left by the other end, meaning I had to ride around 2 blocks to avoid them and get home unseen."
"Anyway, long story short, I wet myself a bit on the ride home. Not a full on soaking, but I suddenly felt the urgent need to go, and sprung a leak as I rode up my street. I managed to stop myself from flooding, but when I got home I had a tennis ball sized wet patch on the front on my jeans. I was wearing an old pair of really faded Levis, and it was super obvious, and I was scared someone would see me. But I lucked out for a change. When I got home, mum and dad were out. I was able to go into the backyard and pee there before I got soaked. Plus, we hide a back door key, so I could go inside and didn't have to wait and face them."
"I went to my room, and started frantically searching my wardrobe. I've got another faded pair of jeans, and thought I might be able to change without mum finding out that if wet myself again. I couldn't find them at first, and was starting to panic, but I found my beanie with the dummies in it. I'd almost forgotten about them. Without thinking about it, I just put one in my mouth as I kept looking. But as soon as I started sucking on it, I calmed right down. It was amazing. It just relaxed me right away, if you can believe it. All of a sudden I could think clearer, and I remembered that my other jeans were in my chest of drawers. Sure enough, I found them straight away."
"I looked at myself in my mirror. There I was, a paci in my mouth, and a big wet patch on my pants, but I felt in control again. That's what I said out loud. I'm in control here, and I felt calmer. I changed my pants, and no one ever knew that I'd wet my pants that day. Until now at least!"
He smiled at Amy. The first time he'd smiled since before he'd wet himself on the couch. Amy smiled back encouragingly. She thought the worse might be over, and he was starting to get himself together again. She was right.
"For some reason, the dummy had calmed me down, made the bad stuff go away for a while, and helped me focus my thoughts. Ever since, I've used it from time to time when I've gotten upset. It really works to calm me down or make me feel better if I've had a bad day. But listen Amy. I don't ever take it out of the house, and I don't sleep with it in or anything like that. I keep it in my bedside drawer, and usually only use it when I'm upset with myself after I've had an accident or something. I never take it with me, anywhere. The only reason it was in my bag tonight was because....."
He related the story of walking down the stairs to meet his uncle while still sucking on it. Amy shrieked with laughter when he told her.
"Oh God Dan. How close was that? What would your mum and uncle say? I'm sorry, but that's hilarious sweetie!"
He laughed too, and she was glad to see it.
"Well that's about it Ames" he said, "now you know another of my secrets. I use a pacifier. I'm sorry."
She looked confused. "What the hell are you sorry for, my sweet little Catholic boy? Do you really think I would care about something as silly as that? You must think I'm pretty shallow! Besides, your not the only one with a little childlike secret you know. I've got two of my own. Firstly, I sleep with my teddy bear. Every night. I was worried about how I was going to sneak him in with me later, but I'm not anymore. I'm just gonna go get him, and cuddle him in front of you now! My second little secret is, I suck my thumb nearly every time I wet my pants."
Dan was gobsmacked. What she had said had triggered something. He recalled earlier on this evening, when they were setting the air beds up. He had caught a glimpse of her sitting still for a moment with her thumb in her mouth. Also, she had been chewing her thumb just after she'd admitted wetting herself earlier.
Amy explained, "It's been a habit of mine ever since I was little. Mum teases me about it sometimes. She reckons that she can always tell when I'm doing a wee cause my thumbs in my mouth. When my mummy would put my cloth nappy on me after school, and I was allowed to wee in it, if I was doing it deliberately I'd always stop, put my thumb in my mouth, and suck on it while I peed. If you ever see me doing that, the chances are I'm doing a pre-emptive strike at the same time!"
"I saw you doing that earlier, while we were inflating the beds!" Dan exclaimed.
Amy giggled. "That wasn't a pre-emptive, I had a little accident. I was crawling around on the floor, but sprung a leak. I even do it while I'm having an accident! If I start wetting myself, my thumb just goes into my mouth automatically. But if it's not an accident I'm doing, like if I choose to wet on purpose, I kinda get the same kinda feeling that you must get with your paci. It just calms me down while I'm peeing somehow."
"I even do it in my sleep apparently. When we came to Perth, we caught a late night connecting flight from Sydney. Mum told me later that she always knew exactly when I was wetting in my sleep. She said I wouldn't wake up, but I'd just lift my hand up and start sucking my thumb while I slept. Thank God I wore a big tape up nappy. She said I did it 3 times!"
Dan interjected. "You didn't do it when you wet at the park this afternoon though."
"Didn't I? I didn't notice. I don't notice when I do it, so I don't notice when I don't either. Can't explain it. Maybe because I was upset and crying. Perhaps that's the reason. It's a calming thing for me, but I don't claim it happens every time though."
Dan seemed to be excited about something. His earlier sour mood had dissipated. He seemed to be itching to speak.
"I've got a theory Ames. I thought it might apply to me, but it could apply to you as well. Now hear me out here. Your mum smokes, right?"
Amy nodded. "She keeps quitting, but keeps taking it up again. It's a horrible habit."
Dan agreed. "Both my mum and dad smoke, so I know what you mean. But listen. Have you ever seen your mum be really stressed about something, then smoke a cigarette and calm right down, like magic sometimes?"
Amy nodded in agreement. "Particularly after a hard day at work. Sometimes she's in a shit of a mood, then has a smoke, and calms right down."
"Exactly! That's what my pairs are like as well! But what I think, is my dummy use, and maybe your thumb sucking have the same sorta effect on us that smoking does for the grown ups! I certainly don't wanna be a smoker, but I intend to try it once, you know, when I'm an adult I mean."
Amy seemed to be considering this. "Dan, have you ever smoked? With your friends or anything? A lot of kids try it, at least once."
"Not yet Amy. I'm kinda keen to try it one day, just to see why the oldies like it so much, but to be honest, I'm terrified they'd catch me if I tried it. I'd be in deep shit for sure!"
"Dan. I'm gonna tell you something now, and you have gotta swear to keep it a secret, no matter what, okay?"
"Ames, I can't imagine you can have any more secrets left to tell me, can you? But yes, of course I'll keep any secret you tell me."
"Ok then Dan" she took a deep breath. "Danny, I smoke occasionally. I've got some stashed in my room right now. Mum will be home soon, so tonight's no good, but if you want to try it, mums going to work for a few hours tomorrow. You and I can have a smoke then, if you're keen to try it." |
Chapter 44:
Dan found his mouth hanging open a bit. Amy was still laying back, feet on his lap, nightie scrunched up a bit with her pull up just peeking out from underneath it at the back. She had a kind of naughty expression on her face. Eyes cast slightly downwards but looking at him from under her lashes, as she picked up her iced tea and took a drink.
"Mmmm, that's really good Dan. Drink it before the ice melts."
Not knowing what to say, he picked up his glass and took a long sip. Once his mind had processed what Amy had told him, he started speaking."
"You're a smoker? No way! I mean, like how, I mean when did, uhh, what...?" He tried again. "Sorry Ames, but you just blew me away with that. Good little Catholic girls aren't supposed to smoke! Like, how much do you do it? Tell me! I'm intrigued! Like, how long have you been a smoker for?"
Amy couldn't help smiling. Dan looked like a kid at Christmas. He was almost bubbling with excitement. In a way, she wasn't surprised. A lot of kids were like this when discussing naughty or prohibited topics. She had encountered it before, when other kids had found out about her wetting problems and her diapers. They would drag her aside and excitedly whisper stuff like "Do you REALLY wear a nappy? Are you wet now?" that sort of thing. She herself had been guilty of it. Some girls from school had had a sleepover, which she obviously didn't go to, and she found out later that they had watched some x-rated porno movies. She had just needed to know all about such a taboo topic. It was a part of growing up. Talking about naughty stuff with your friends.
She wasn't really proud of herself for the feeling, but deep down it did feel sorta nice to be the centre of attention for being the "Rebel" or the "Bad Girl" for a change, instead of the poor little girl who has to wear a nappy. In a way, Dans reaction made her feel like she'd just gained some serious "street cred" or something.
"Welllll, to start with, I wouldn't exactly say I'm a smoker, just a girl that smokes occasionally. Back in New Zealand, about a year ago, my mum lost a packet of ciggies. She even asked me if I'd taken them! I hadn't, so I could answer her truthfully that I'd never smoked. But a few days later, mum was out, and I found her packet behind a chair in the lounge room. There was only about 8 in it I think. That was the first time I tried it. It wasn't as horrible or as disgusting as I'd been expecting. Every Sunday, mum went to visit nan, so I'd be alone for a few hours. For the next few weeks I'd have a smoke in the backyard while she was gone. It was perfect. No chance of getting caught, all the time in the world to do it, and I'd brush my teeth and use mouthwash after."
She paused, and they both had another drink of tea, remarking on how good it tasted. "It always makes me pee though" she told Dan.
"I wasn't game to steal mums, but a friend of mine from school worked in her parents shop. If the timing was right, and they weren't around, she'd sell them to me. I only ever bought a couple of packets off her though. Her dad caught her selling some to another kid, and he hit the roof. I was so scared she'd dob me in, but she never did. She was like grounded for a month though!"
"I stopped after that. I was so scared I'd get caught, I didn't smoke anymore. Until we came to Australia. I had a bad day at school, you can probably guess why, and I was really angry and frustrated. Mum left her smokes on the bench, and I took one, plus a box of matches, and walked to the park. I sat in the fort and smoked, no one saw me, and I calmed down. I bought a drink after at the gas station to rinse my mouth out with, and mum never knew!"
"I'd heard the other kids at school talking about a shop where they would sell smokes to kids. They charge more, but they'll sell them. I saved up my money and went there one day after school. I was so scared, I wet myself at the counter! Can you believe that? I actually peed because I was frightened!" Anyway, they sold them to me, and I left. I'd peed so much, I was worried I might've leaked on the floor! But I'd been standing up, so I didn't leak like you did. Anyway, I've still got about 10 left I think. I don't use them all the time, only when I know mums going to definitely be gone for a while."
She gave him a grin. "Like tomorrow..... If I had of known that you wanted to try it, we could've done it tonight, but it's too late now. Mum will be home soon, but she is going to work tomorrow."
A mischievous grin had appeared on Amy's face. "So, whaddya reckon Dan? Want to try it?"
Dan had the same type of emotions running through him as he had earlier, when the chance to drink wine became available. He was a good kid at heart, and generally tried to do the right thing, and avoided situations where he could get into trouble. He hated it when his folks got mad with him, particularly his dad. He only saw his father for 2 weeks out of every 8, and craved his attention whenever he could get it. When his father was home, they always did lots of stuff together. He even got to stay home from school occasionally if there was something his old man wanted to do with him. If he got caught smoking, his mum would certainly be mad, but he knew his dad would be really, really, pissed.
Also, there was the thought of how it could affect his blossoming friendship with Ames. If they were caught smoking together, no doubt he would be grounded from seeing her, perhaps permanently.
On the other hand it was something that he was keen to try, and he couldn't think of a single person he'd rather try it with. Plus, like when the wine was offered, he did not want to look like a pussy by wimping out on her. He therefore agreed to try smoking with her the next day.
They discussed their illicit plan for a little while, drank more tea, and gradually the conversation swung towards more normal, mundane topics. |
Chapter 45:
After some basic teenage chitchat, Dan remarked that he thought the effects of the wine had worn off, and he felt sober again, and Amy agreed. She was perhaps just a touch lightheaded, but not enough that her mum would notice, which was a relief. It was now after 10 o'clock, and her mum should be home shortly. Sonia had said she would be back before 10:30. They decided to set up Amy's Xbox, and do some gaming. Dan was pleasantly surprised that she had the latest FIFA game, something he wouldn't have expected a girl to own, and not only did she own it, she was also good at it. Dan hadn't played it much, and she was better than him.
The talk was now steered away from their medical issues. They had discussed their various issues on and off all day, and now they seemed to be over it, at least temporarily. At one stage Amy suddenly paused the game, muttering an excuse, and quickly left the room. While she was gone, Dan remembered he hadn't yet checked his phone. He saw it was nearly fully charged again, so he unplugged it at sat back to read his messages.
The first one was from his mother, telling him they had arrived safely in Bunbury, and were now at the hospital with Jackie. His aunt was resting comfortably, but it looked like it was going to be a long night. The prognosis was good however. She wanted to know if he was alright. The second one was again from his mum, sent 40 minutes after the first one, again checking on him. He smiled to himself. He knew that it was also her first night knowing that he was somewhere other than with family, and she was worried about him. He contemplated ringing her, but the thought triggered a slight feeling of homesickness, and he didn't trust himself not to get perhaps a little upset. He decided on texting his reply, saying they were having fun and playing games. All very true and innocent sounding he thought, but he was glad his mother wasn't able to read some of his thoughts as easily as his text.
Onto Facebook now, and there were a couple of posts where his name had been tagged to the posts. His new friends from school, Ali and Scott were at their sleepover as well, and had been posting pictures and updates showing 5 teenage boys running amok at someone's house. There appeared to be a pool table, a swimming pool and a large flat screen at their disposal. Most of the pictures were of the boys posing with various hand signs, all attempting to look cool. He had a private Messenger text from Ali as well, asking what he was doing and informing him that he was missing out on a great night with "The Lads."
Before he could respond, Amy returned. He noticed she had taken her knee socks off, but didn't comment.
"That was kinda close Dan. I had to run to the loo. I don't know if it was the fish and chips or the wine, but something didn't agree with me!"
He loved how she pronounced "Fersh und Cheps" with her kiwi accent. He thought it was really kind of cute, but didn't point that out. He had noticed that her accent, mostly molded by her mother, was basically Australian, but occasionally a touch of a kiwi accent just slipped in out of nowhere on certain words.
Instead of commenting on her cute accent, he asked "Are you alright? Did you make it in time?"
"Yeah I made it. Only just though. I thought my tummy was settling down after this morning, but apparently it's still a bit icky. Greasy food can sometimes make it act up, or it could've been the big glass of wine I guess. My body's not used to alcohol."
This prompted a discussion on her usual diet, which was a lot healthier than Dans it seemed. Then his phone beeped again, another Messenger text from Ali, asking him if he was having fun alone in his room masturbating while his friends partied. Dan smiled to himself. He realised that Ali was getting egged on by the other kids, and they were just giving him some good natured male teasing because he wasn't there. Amy saw him grin as he read the message, and asked him what was up. He passed the phone over and let her read it. At first she seemed a bit mad, thinking they were being mean, but he hastily explained the nuances of guys humour.
"So, how are you going to reply, Catholic boy? Are you going to give them some back?"
"I dunno Ames. I'll probably just ignore it. It's only the guys being stupid."
"I've got an idea Danny boy. Leave this to me....."
He saw that devilish grin appear, and the way her pretty green eyes gleamed worried him. He snatched at his phone.
"Dan! Trust me! This will be epic!" She started typing his reply. He cringed when he heard his phone signalling the outgoing message.
"Aaammyyy! What did you just do?"
She handed him his phone, and he read the message.
"Sorry boys. Hanging around with a bunch of guys on a Saturday night is a bit to gay for me. I'd rather spend it sleeping at my new girlfriends house. She's a lot hotter than you losers!"
His eyes were wide as he stared at her.
"Jesus Ames! You don't hold back at all do ya? Their gonna react to that for sure!" He read it again. The second time a certain word jumped out at him.
"Amy, you just, um, like, said girlfriend?"
"Danny, sweetie. Believe me, I KNOW what I said....and I meant it. That is, if you don't mind? I mean, that is, like if you wanted to, you know, like,......AAARRGGHHHH! " she screamed in frustration.
She took a breath. "Dan, do you want to be my boyfriend? I like you, and I've never gone out with anyone before, but I'd like to go out with you, that is, if you wanted to?"
Dan couldn't speak. He was completely tongue tied. He just looked at her in shock.
"Oh Dan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of..."
Her sentence was cut off as Dan reached over, grabbed her shoulder and swung her round, wrapping his arms around her in a big cuddle, as he kissed her on the lips. This kiss was a lot harder and longer than the little pecks that they had previously shared. At first it felt awkward, but within seconds Amy was responding with passion, and they kept their lips pressed together for perhaps half a minute, as they rubbed each other's backs and shoulders.
The sound of his phone beeping bought them back to reality, plus they had to come up for air. Suddenly, feeling a touch awkward, Dan picked up his phone, just as much to avoid speaking as anything else. They smiled at each other. Real smiles, and the awkwardness was gone instantly. It went unspoken that this latest development would require much further discussion, but for now, the kiss was sufficient, and they could talk details later. They both understood that this wasn't the time to talk about it, they just knew it was not only right, but exactly what they both wanted and probably needed as well. Even though they had only known each other for a day, their shared history of problems just made it seem right, not to mention the obvious attraction they felt for each other.
To break the mood, Amy again picked the phone from his hands, and together they read the messages.
Ali: "Bullshit dude"
Scott: "Prove it"
Matty: "Photos "
And so on.
Amy had that wicked smile going again. "Proof eh? Okay. C'mere Dan!"
They pushed up close together, this time feeling no awkwardness with each other. Amy switched the front camera on, held the phone out, and took a selfie of them sitting together. She promptly sent it to Ali.
Within a minute the reply came back. "That proves nothing dude. It's probably an old photo of you and your cousin or something. If she's really there, I want a picture of you two kissing!"
Dan and Amy laughed at this. "Hang on Dan, I've got an idea! She jumped up, opened a cupboard, and came back with a piece of paper and a marking pen. She quickly wrote "Screw you Ali, Scott and Matt" on it, then she had Dan hold it up while they kissed, and she took another picture. She sent that to all 3 of them, then they sat back and waited. Within a minute, Dans phone was going off madly. This time Amy's reply was simple. "Sorry guys, don't have time to chat. Me and Amy are about to go to bed" she then took a picture of the 2 air beds pushed together, attached it, then sent that to all 3 boys. When Dan saw what she had done, he nearly turned purple with laughter.
He fell to the floor laughing, while Amy stayed on the couch laughing nearly as hard.
That's how Sonia found them as she walked in. Dan on the floor, Amy on the couch, FIFA game paused, and both kids laughing flat out.
Before announcing her arrival that the kids hadn't heard, she smiled to herself and thought
"I really don't know what I was worried about! They really are just 2 kids having some good, clean innocent fun!" |
Chapter 46:
Putting on a loud, angry voice, Sonia barked "What's going on here," and she herself laughed at the kids reactions. They both squealed, Dans voice broke, making him issue a high pitched squeak, and Amy yelled "Shit!"
Still chuckling at their reaction, Sonia said "Language young lady," but the smile on her face let them know she wasn't mad.
"Oh my God mum! You scared us. We didn't hear you come in."
"Sorry darling, I couldn't resist it. It looks like you two are having fun then?"
"Yeah mum. It's been good. I'm kicking Daniels butt at soccer right now. He games like a girl really..."
Dan reached over and lightly punched her on the ankle. "It's these stupid controllers. Now if you had a decent system, like a PS for example...."
Sonia laughed. "Amy, can I see you in the kitchen for a minute? Excuse us Dan, I won't keep her long."
Sighing exaggeratedly, Amy got up and followed her mother to the kitchen.
"Thanks for washing up sweetie, I appreciate it. Now, how's your tummy been? No more yucky accidents?"
"Not really mum. I've laughed so much I've been wetting myself all night, but no poo. I did have to go a while ago, and it was still a bit runny, but I made it though."
Sonia was pleased to hear her daughter had been laughing. She hadn't been laughing very much lately.
"How's Dan been? Sue asked me to keep an eye on him as well, obviously. He's not as used to stuff happening as you are, and she was worried about him getting upset if he had an accident away from home."
Amy lowered her voice. She wouldn't like Dan to find out that he was the topic of conversation. "Dans fine mum, he had to change once, and he did get a bit stressed, but he's okay now."
"That's great baby. Okay then. I'm not going to hang around and cramp your style. I'm going to have a quick shower, and go to bed and read or watch TV. I don't mind you staying up, and there's some more potato chips in the pantry if you guys want a snack, but don't eat too many though, not if your tummies acting up. If it's still a bit icky tomorrow, I want you to have some swim panties on if you go in the pool, alright?"
Amy objected to that. "Awww c'mon mum. Swimmings like the only time I don't have to wear a nappy. That's one of the things I like about it! I'll be fine!"
"If you're tummies okay, no drama. But if you've got the runs still, you'll wear a swimmer or won't be going in the pool. End of story missy. Now another thing. I'm letting you guys sleep in the same room, but not side by side. I want you to move those beds end to end, and you'll sleep seperately top and tail, okay?"
Amy groaned again "Yeah, okay, whatever. How was your date mum?"
"It was nice. We had Italian and went for coffee. Ian's a nice guy, but I don't know though. I'm not feeling any spark with him." She added mischievously "How about you two? Are you getting on alright with each other? Making any marriage plans yet?"
"MMUUUUMMM! REALLY? Is this how you talk to your little girl?"
"You're not a little girl any more Ames. That's why I worry about you." She opened her arms wide,and Amy stepped in, sharing a hug with her mother.
"We'll behave mum, don't worry. Hey, while I think of it, what time are you going to work?" She tried very hard to make it sound like an innocent question, and it was in a way, but she didn't want Sonia to think they were planning on getting up to anything. It must've worked, as Sonia seemed to harbour no suspicion when she told her daughter she'd be gone from roughly between 11 and 3. After a good night kiss on each other's cheeks, Amy returned to Dan.
"Parents! Ya just can't bloody win with them sometimes. Give me a hand Dan. Mum wants the beds top and tail. She must think we're going to have an orgy of something."
Dan couldn't help feeling a touch relieved. He had been a bit nervous about the bed set up. He had never shared a room with anyone before. Because of his bed wetting, he even slept in a separate room when he stayed with at his cousins place. He had secretly worried about going to sleep with Amy's bed next to his. In no time at all, her bed was laying at the base of his. He would sleep on the mattress at the foot of the couch, and Amy's was nearer the door. He briefly worried about stepping over her if he needed to go to the toilet during the night, but remembered he'd have a real tape on nappy on for the first time, so it probably wouldn't be necessary. Anyway, he would probably wouldn't wake up to pee either, just like normal. He was a bit worried about wetting himself, but knew there was nothing he could do about it, so he tried to put it out of his mind.
Rearranging done, they sat on the couch again, but because Sonia was home, the seemed to have made an unspoken arrangement that they kept a gap between them, and Amy kept her pretty little bare feet on the floor. Dan realised that now he was getting used to the idea, he found her little feet with their red nail polish just as cute as her stockinged feet were. He was definitely a bit weird he thought.
Comfortable again at last, he asked her "Ames, did you wet yourself when we were laughing? I nearly did for a second. Laughing doesn't make me pee, but the ice tea is building up I think. When I cracked up laughing, I very nearly started squirting at first, but I stopped in time though. I may have to go to the loo again soon though. I can't believe how much I'm peeing now. It's like only been an hour or so since I wet myself!"
"Actually Dan, I didn't! That's most unusual for me, to laugh like that and not wet. I guess it's because I peed when I sat on the toilet earlier. I must've been empty. But I know what you mean about the tea though, I'm building up as well." She turned to him with a grin. "Danny, can I borrow your pacifier? I want to try something!"
It was strange. Only an hour or so ago Dans pacifier was the biggest deal in the whole world to him. It was s monumental thing. The biggest, ugliest, most embarrassing thing in the world in fact. But now, only a short while later, it had become insignificant. After their talk about Amy's teddy and thumb sucking, then the big talk which had confirmed them as a couple, he now couldn't imagine why he had gotten so upset in the first place. He just wasn't as concerned about his paci anymore.
He pulled it from the front pocket of his backpack, where he'd stashed it away, and handed it to her without question.
Amy stood up facing him, put the dummy in her mouth and started sucking on it. Her legs were slightly spread, but she didn't speak or move. Dan looked at her feet, and suddenly her toes curled in as she stood there.
He gasped, then looked at her face again. Her eyes weren't shut, but squinting a bit. She kept sucking in the paci with her arms at her sides. She was wetting herself. On purpose.
After about 20 seconds of this. She sort of shuddered. Her toes curled again, and she bent over so slightly at the waist, putting her hands on her hips. She seemed to come out of her trance like state with a big cheeky smile accentuating her high cheekbones. She calmly removed the paci, wiped it on her nightie, then handed it back to him smiling.
"Thanks Dan. You were right. They are amazing. Very calming. Probably better than a thumb!"
"Amy! Did you just wet yourself? On purpose?"
"Yep! Sure did! I thought I could feel the tea after you mentioned it, and I wanted to try your dummy. Glad I did. I might get one myself now."
"Ames, that wasn't a pre-emptive strike OR an accident! You did that on purpose!" He repeated.
"You're right again Danny. Sometimes, it's just.....fun to do I guess! Oh, don't look at me like that! You know it can be!"
He started to speak, but she cut him off. "Remember earlier? You told me about pooing in your Shrek undies when you were a kid? Well you said yourself that it happened when you were deliberately peeing in your knickers behind your shed! You even said at the time that it was something that you liked doing! Well let me ask you a question Danny boy. I'd be willing to bet that you still do that now. I bet if your in the pool by yourself, and you need to do a wee, you either do it in the pool, or you stand behind the shed and wet your pants! Am I right?"
Dan knew he had blushed a lot today, but this took blushing to a whole new level. He could feel himself glowing. The heat was radiating from his face.
Amy laughed and clapped her hands. "I'm right, aren't I? You do it because it's naughty and fun, same as I just did. You also told me about wetting your Goodnights in front of the mirror. I understand that doing that was more about a control thing, but I bet you wouldn't have considered doing it if you didn't at least like it a little bit! So tell me, am I right? You do, don't you?"
Dan tried to maintain a straight face, but he couldn't. He grinned broadly, feeling like an idiot. "Yep. You got me Ames. I still pee in my pants if I'm playing in the pool. I try not to pee in the water, but if nobody's around I'll get out, go in my pants and hop back in. It is fun, isn't it? You're kinda right about my pull ups as well. I've always worn them to bed, like forever, but when mum told me to test them out for school, I was horrified at first. I thought that was disgusting at first. But when I started doing my testing, I kinda enjoyed it sometimes. It was sorta fun to experiment and see what I could get away with. It was better if mum wasn't home. If she was, I'd only use my bathroom to do it, and only wear my pull up. But if she was gone, I'd wear pants over it and go outside. It was like a fun game really. I kept telling myself it was necessary to test them thoroughly before I'd start wearing to school, but I did enjoy experimenting in them. I'd use them till they leaked and my pants got wet, or riding my bike in the street, sitting down at the table. I learned not to pee sitting down in a Goodnight. That's why I was a bit upset when I leaked earlier, I thought it wouldn't happen in these."
His grin broadened. "I guess I might have to start experimenting with these now!"
She laughed, happy and relieved she had guessed correctly and hadn't upset him. "Why not start now Dan? Give em a try standing up?"
The smile slipped from his face a bit. "I dunno Ames. I told you before I didn't want to do it in front of you."
"Dan. You already have mate, remember?"
He considered this. By now, he could feel a certain fullness building in his bladder. Plus, she was right. He had wet himself in front of her already. He had seen her have accidents, and now pee her pants on purpose. It emboldened him a bit. Also, she was right. He hadn't wanted to admit it even to himself, but it could be fun. He genuinely hated wetting himself when he couldn't control it, but he had secretly liked the naughty feeling he got when he did it on purpose.
He stood up and she sat down, an almost awestruck expression on her pretty features when she realised he was actually going to do it.
"Are you going to use your paci Dan?"
He just shrugged. The paci seemed the least of his problems now. If he was going to wet himself in front of his girlfriend, he didn't think the paci was going to make a difference. He popped it in his mouth.
He gave the dummy a suck, spread his legs and relaxed his bladder. "I'm in control of this" ran through his mind, but he didn't say it out loud. Just then, he felt the first trickle escaping. His penis was pointing up, held in place by the thick pull up. He felt the pee dribbling upwards briefly, before finding the resistance of his diaper. What didn't immediately absorb, started trickling down his pubic mound, through the little patch of pubic hair he was so proud of, before running between his legs and trickling over his balls, to be trapped and absorbed in the thick gusset of his special underwear. This time, the leak guards did their job, and not a drop escaped. He felt his toes curling up, just like Amy's had, then he too gave a small shudder as his stream tapered off. He gave a little push, and a final stream squirted from him.
He put his right hand inside his pyjamas, and felt the nappy all over. It was warm and swollen, but not a drop had escaped.
"These ARE amazing Ames! My pants are still dry! My kiddie pull ups wouldn't handle that. I know, because I've sprung leaks on smaller wees than that before!"
Amy regarded him with a smile. For some reason she felt a touch breathless, and felt herself blushing as well. Even though she had just wet her diaper moments ago, she thought she could detect a different wetness down there as well. She composed herself.
"That's not all Danny boy. I'll bet they could handle the same amount again. Maybe twice more even. Keep drinking your iced tea, and we'll give them another testing later. We may as well. We're going to need to change into our big diapers before bed anyway, and it would be a shame to waste them, wouldn't it?" |
Chapter 47:
The boy wearing the wet nappy sat down next to his girlfriend who was also wearing one.
"For real? It can hold that again? Jesus! It feels so soft and swollen now, I wouldn't of thought I could use it much more than that."
She handed him his drink, and picked up her own. "Only one way to prove it to you! Keep taking in those fluids, and go again!"
He grinned at her. "Your on! So tell me Amy, why did you think I liked wetting on purpose? I've spent all day telling you the truth, I hate having accidents, I really do. My biggest wish is to stop my incontinence. As you know, it just seems to end up ruling your freaking life after awhile. I can't speak for you of course, but I feel like such an outcast sometimes. Over the past year, since my wetting started again, I've given up playing soccer and cricket, I've avoided kids my own age, I don't want to go into the city with my pairs, and I'm scared of going to school. Sometimes I think it's just fucked my life completely. Well, I used to think that before today anyway." He put his hand on her knee and smiled as he finished speaking. He continued," but I've always liked peeing in my pants when I swim though, and as I said, I secretly enjoyed testing my pull ups. But how did you guess?"
"It wasn't really a guess Dan. Well, only a half guess perhaps. You see, I get the impression that you're a lot like me. We're a bit different in the way that I never wet the bed before my accident, and only had a couple of daytime incidents, but since then I've become a human fire hose. You, on the other hand have always wet the bed, and you had a lot more accidents growing up than most kids did. Until they stopped for a while before puberty started, right?"
Dan squirmed a bit. He didn't feel comfortable discussing stuff like puberty with other kids his own age. It was a hard topic to talk about. But she was correct and he agreed with her on it.
Amy continued. "So as a result, I bet that just like me you've always been sorta "pee aware" I guess you'd say? You always notice if another kids wets their pants, or bed wetting gets discussed, stuff like that?"
Again,Dan agreed.
"So you must've noticed that most kids pee in their pants while they swim, or play under the sprinkler and stuff! Maybe not every kid, but I'll bet 99% of kids do it at least once! When we used to have water fights back home with all our cousins, a lot of them just got wet and then never used the toilet. My cousin Josh, who I told you about from our beach trip, he'd do it all the time! He usually wore speedos, and he'd often wet himself before we even started the water fight! That's why it wasn't a big deal for him at the beach, cause his mum let him pee in his swimsuit all the time. That was the only time I ever saw him wet his shorts though. Usually it was a swimsuit thing. He'd run around all day at the beach or the pool, and even when he wasn't swimming, he always had a wet patch on the front of his bathers. He wasn't at all incontinent either. Apart from that day at the beach, I never saw him wet his pants, but he wet in his bathers every single time he wore them, even if they were dry."
"Before my accident, I sometimes played with those kids up the road who didn't talk to me again after I wet my leggings eating the ice cream? But we had all peed in our swimsuits in front of each other before. That's what I couldn't understand. This little girl was the same age as me, and her brother was a bit older, and we'd all seen each other pee our bathers while running around under the sprinklers, but as soon as I wet my pants, they suddenly didn't want to know me, liked I'd crossed a line somehow. But I think most kids will happily pee themselves at the beach or pool."
"I still like doing it now. It's one of the reasons I love swimming so much. It's the one thing I can do inside or outside that I don't have to wear protection. I just put my bathers on, either a one piece or a bikini, or sometimes just my little short shorts, and spend my day relaxing around the pool. If I wet myself, it doesn't matter at all. I just jump in and get wet afterwards. I told you before how New Zealand is a lot cooler? Well not as many people have pools, but mum made sure we had one. It was an above ground one, like we have now, but it had a roof over it and was heated. Even if it was a cool day, I'd spend hours outside lounging around the pool and reading and stuff, just to have a break from wearing a nappy. Mum is so used to seeing me running around with a wet bum, either wearing my shorts or bathers, that she doesn't even look twice at it."
She took another drink. "I learned early on it was acceptable to her if I wet myself outside around the pool, so I just started doing it on purpose. I've never told mum I do it on purpose, but of course she knows I do. I think she just accepts it as being something I can do to take back a bit of control, just like my pre-emptive strikes. I guess that she knows how I hate having only very little control, and my pants or nappy are going to end up wet anyway, so if I use what control I do have it makes me feel a bit better. The end result is still the same. My bum gets wet."
"So when you told me about how you used to do a wee in your undies when you were 10 because you liked it, I realised that was only 4 years ago. And when you told me about your dummy, you said how you had used it while you wet your pull up on purpose, cause you wanted to feel in control again. Well that's when I realised how much alike we are. We both hate having accidents, but at the same time we wet ourselves to regain a feeling of control. You suck a paci, I suck my thumb. We're the same age, and both peed our swimsuits growing up. We both have swimming pools in our yards, and spend a lot of time alone playing in them. I still like doing it, and we're so similar with lots of other stuff, so I figured it was a safe bet that you still liked peeing yourself while you swim, because it's what I do! And I was right!"
"Amazing detective work Ames. You picked it perfectly. You should become a cop or something."
Amy was delighted that she had been able to read him so well.
"When you swim these days Dan, what do you wear? Do you have speedos? Do you ever strip down to your undies still? Ever swum in the nude?"
"I haven't worn my speedos for a long time now Amy at least not in front of anyone. You know what it's like, you sorta get a bit more self conscious as you get older, and um, bigger. I've been getting a bit chubby as well, so I don't think speedos are very flattering on me. I actually do have a pair though. Mum bought me a pair last year, but I don't wear them in front of anyone. Too sort of revealing, ya know? But I do wear them if I'm home by myself and have a swim, or I wear them as underwear underneath my boardies. Yes, I still swim in just my undies if no one is around, like my speedos. And I still love wetting myself behind the shed when I do. It makes me feel like a little kid again, just doing something naughty but harmless. Lastly, I've never swum nude. How about you?"
"I've never swum nude either, but I often just wear my panties and a t-shirt, even in front of mum. I love wearing my little panties. I rarely get to wear them. I've got some really cute pink ones with a big teddy bear on the front, and little teddies all over them. They're like little girls knickers. I love wetting in those, they show it really well, which I like if I'm by myself and wetting on purpose. Like you and your undies, they make me feel sorta young and innocent again," she continued, "You know, I never thought about how guys must feel about their bodies as they start, ahhh, like getting bigger and stuff. With us girls, it's our boobs. You've either got them or you haven't, so you can't hide it. But you guys must get a bit self conscious about being seen in your knickers I suppose."
Dan didn't need to speak for her to know she was again correct.
"So Dan. I've got an idea. What did you bring to swim in?"
"Well I bought the same board shorts I wore this afternoon. I put my clean blue ones on after I had a shower, but of course they're wet now, and I bought my footy shorts. The ones I peed myself in at the beach in front of my class. I should've bought another pair. I need to have something dry to put on as well. If I wet myself again....." He let the sentence trail off.
"Show me these football shorts Dan."
He pulled them out of his bag and held them up. They were indeed a lot shorter and obviously tighter than his almost knee length boardies. These would only go to mid thigh at most, and certainly wouldn't be baggy. He definitely wouldn't be able to wear anything larger than a Goodnight under them, and Amy pointed this out to him.
"Dan, have you ever seen a swim diaper?" He looked confused and shook his head no. "Well what they are, is basically a pair of glorified underpants. They have like a soft lining, elastic legs and leak guards, but they're not waterproof. If you pee in them, they might hold it in a bit, but they leak like regular undies do."
"So what good are they then?" Dan asked.
"They're not for peeing in, they're for messy accidents. You wear them under shorts while you swim, and if you poo your pants, they stop the mess from getting in the pool. Hang on, I'll show you!"
She jumped up and ran out of the room. Dans head was spinning. He had absolutely no idea at all where this was leading. He smiled to himself. She'd been doing this sort of thing to him all day. From the first time she admitted wetting herself at the park, then the wine, her accident when she fell, the socks, thumb sucking, telling him she smoked, wetting on purpose while using his paci, the admission of enjoying peeing in her bathers, and now this. Whatever this was.
He decided that she wasn't going to shock him again. Whatever devious plan was forming in her pretty head, if it wasn't risky or dangerous then he was going to go along with it.
She returned shortly, and dropped something in his lap.
"That, Catholic boy, is a swim nappy," she said proudly. "Like I say, not much better than panties if you wet, but supposed to hold a mess in until you get out of the water. Mum got me some ages ago so I could still go for a swim if my tummy was playing up. I wear these in the pool sometimes. Mum told me earlier that I have to wear one in the pool tomorrow, cause my tummy is a bit upset at the moment."
Dan examined it. It was very thin for a diaper. It was blue in colour, had a thin white cotton lining, elastic waist and legs, with leak guards. It had a thin cloth like cover, almost like Lycra, and didn't crinkle when he squished it up. He could tell by the lack of padding that it was not much good for bladder problems. His kiddie Goodnights would be more effective.
"Do they work Ames? Like do they hold a mess okay?"
"Thankfully Danny, I've never found out. I've never pooped in the pool before. I've pooped in my bathers before, but that wasn't in the water thank God! I hope I never do either. I don't really mind wearing these, just in case, but it means I can't wear my bathers. I'll have to wear my little shorts instead. I might wear my bikini top and shorts."
She took the swim diaper off him. "That brings me back to my plan."
"Tomorrow, Danny boy, you and I are going to drink heaps and heaps of coke and stuff. You'll wear those cute little blue shorts of yours, and I'm going to wear my really little ones, we are both going to wear a swim nappy underneath them, and we are going to have a holding contest. We're going to wet our pants together!" |
Chapter 48;
"Wait. What?? You want me, us, to wear these," he held up the swim nappy, "and wet them, in front of each other, on purpose, knowing they'll leak, and we'll see each other get our pants wet, correct?"
Amy was nodding enthusiastically. "Not really on purpose. We'll have a holding contest until we both have an accident, it'll be awesome!"
"But why? I mean, don't you think that'll be sorta embarrassing kinda?"
"Why should it? Didn't you ever see another kid wet themselves while they played with water? Like I told you about my cousin Josh and the other kids? You must've seen it as well! Little kids don't care. We shouldn't either. I mean really Daniel, we both wear diapers around each other, and we've used them accidentally and now on purpose in front of each other, we know that we won't be able to help it when we wet, and we'll be the only ones here. We can use the pool to disguise it after, no one else will know. It'll be fun!"
Dan was temporarily speechless. He thought about it and said "I do remember seeing other kids do it when I was little. I went to a friends tenth birthday party. They had a pool party at his house. We were all running around outside playing chases and stuff, and all the kids had bathers or shorts on. The boy, Craig, had a little sister who was about six I guess. She was all wet from the pool and she asked her mother to go inside to the toilet, and her mother told her to just go and stand on the grass instead, so she did. She just peed in her wet bathers on the lawn in front of us. I saw Craig and another boy get out of the pool together once and just sorta walk away a bit around the side of the house. I wondered what they were doing, so I followed them. When I peeked around the corner, they had their backs to me, but I could tell they were wetting themselves on purpose together. I didn't say anything, just went back to the pool. Later, when I wanted to wee, I didn't tell anyone, but I peed in the pool," Dan said with a guilty smile. "It was kinda fun."
Amy was laughing. "Yes! That's exactly what I'm talking about! Let's relive our childhood Danny. We'll just pee in our pants like we enjoy doing in private, but with each other. There's not gonna be any other kids or grownups around to tell us off or laugh at us, and we can just wet ourselves and not have to deal with all the emotional stress that normally happens when we have an accident. Imagine what it would be like to have a real accident, one you couldn't help, in front of someone else who doesn't care, and not stressing out about it! No running to the toilet, not having to change your pants, just ignoring it cause the other kids wet as well! I think it's a great idea! Whaddya reckon? You game or not?"
The more she talked about it, the more he liked the idea. "So what would we do? Just like, drink heaps, get full, have a swim then pee on the grass? That sorta thing?"
"Nearly right Dan. Except we won't swim until AFTER we wet our pants," she gave a cheeky grin, " I'd like to actually SEE you pee those cute little shorts of yours! When you told me about peeing in your underwear before, it kinda made me want to see it happen!"
Dan grinned. "I know what you mean. When you told me about how you hang around the pool and wet yourself and your mum doesn't mind, I was thinking the same sort of thoughts. That I'd like to see you do it."
"So do we have a deal, Catholic boy? We'll go get some more coke and iced tea, drink as much as we want, then after mum goes we can have a smoke first, then see who can hold on the longest. You've got better control than me, so you'll need to give me a head start. I'll use the toilet, if I can hold on long enough that is, until you're starting to build up a bit. It won't take me long to catch up."
Dan asked, "That sounds fair I suppose, but why do I have to wear a swim nappy? I'm not gonna poop in your pool!"
"No other reason but fairness," she replied. "I've gotta wear one, so you will too! Plus, think of it as expanding your diaper knowledge even more! Up until today you've only ever worn kiddie pull ups. Now you've tried adult ones, and you're learning what they can and can't do. Tonight, you're going to be sooo impressed when you try an actual proper grownup diaper! They are amazing! So just think of the swimmer as furthering your education even more!"
For some strange reason Dan found himself liking the thought of it. He didn't understand why he liked it, but he did. He never in a million years would have ever thought he'd deliberately put himself in a situation where he'd wet his pants in front of another kid, particularly a cute girl, but he found himself liking the idea. After all, he'd just deliberately peed in his nappy in front of her while she watched, and that didn't seem as strange now as it would've seemed only this morning, and he also realised something else as well. He held out his hand in a handshake action, and she shook it.
"You're on! It'll be fun. But mainly because I really want to watch you pee your pants! I don't know why, but I think you'll look even cuter than you do now when you wet yourself! It's a deal!" |
Chapter 49:
Deal done, plans settled, the kids got back into playing FIFA, and drinking tea. By now, it was well after 11pm, and while neither of them would admit it to the other one, as they had made plans to stay up super late, but they were both starting to feel tired. It wasn't the late hour, as both of them usually stayed up late on the weekends, but rather the emotional turmoil that they had both gone through during the day. Both kids had harboured high hopes with their respective doctors appointments, only to have their hopes of a cure dashed. Since then, they had met each other, formed a bond, and now, only 10 hours after their first real conversation in Amy's kitchen, they considered themselves a couple. Yes, they had technically only just met, but the things they had shared, done, experienced, admitted and talked about, had left them both feeling happy, excited, content but physically drained at the same time.
That morning, neither of them could have possibly guessed that by nightfall, they would not only meet a soulmate of sorts, but would be participating in their first ever slumber party and sharing secrets, stories and plans that they just couldn't ever discuss with anyone else, parents included. They both felt the same emotions deep down. A feeling of embracing their blossoming maturity, but at the same time finally being able to share what they both considered to be the sheer childishness of their problems. They felt the adult pull of attraction, both physical and emotional, but were also excited that their problems, which they both thought of as being "kiddie problems", could finally be discussed and explored without the fear of judgment that their usual peers would apply to them.
Put bluntly, they were attracted and even aroused by each other's company, but they also yearned to still embrace the semi-childhood that they were struggling through, and just be able to enjoy their remaining time as the kids that they still were. They were at a tipping point of childhood. Not quite children, but not adults either. This was the chance to perhaps enjoy the aspect of childhood that they had missed out on, that of having close friends and confidants, sharing secrets and having fun playing, but at the same time preparing to take the big step towards embracing their development into true adolescence.
If asked, they wouldn't be able to put it into words. But they felt deep down that this was both their last real chance of being a kid, but also the first stage of dealing with adulthood. It was a precarious time. Half child, half adult, and not quite understanding it properly, but feeling excited and more than a touch confused about the internal conflict it produced.
What they both felt was a physical tiredness bought on by emotional stress, but a childish desire to stay awake and milk every last moment of fun from just finally being comfortable around another kid. It was akin too trying to stay awake on Christmas Eve to see Santa Clause.
After awhile, Amy yawned. "I'm sorry Danny, I can't concentrate on kicking your butt anymore. Can we just put some music on and talk or something?"
Dan yawned as well, after seeing Amy do so. "Alright. I agree, but I WAS just about to give you a soccer lesson though. I'm just getting the hang of this now."
They switched back to music and started talking, but hearing Sonia's TV still going, made sure to keep a distance between each other and their voices lowered.
Amy asked " You have guidance counsellors in grade 8 don't you? What sort of things do they talk about?"
Dan replied "Bullshit really. They expect us to already know what career we're going to have after school, and help us pick courses and stuff to work towards it. But if you're like me, and haven't made up your mind, they're not much help. They ask a lot of questions, but don't give you many answers though. I feel like I'm being interviewed on TV when I'm talking to them, and I'm giving them the wrong answers."
Amy picked up the TV remote, and held it in front of her mouth, pretending it was a microphone. Putting on a deeper TV style of voice, she asked "So Daniel, tell our audience what you want to do when you grow up?"
Dan, taking her lead, replied in a deep voice, "Well Amy, I think I'd like to stop wetting in my pants!"
This cracked them both up, and again they fell away laughing. Once recovered, she tried again but more seriously. "Really Dan, what do you want to do after school?"
"I dunno Ames, really I don't. In a way, it all comes back to my incontenence problem really. I know I don't want to be a doctor or lawyer or anything like that. That involves years of school and Uni and stuff, and I don't enjoy school like I used too. When I was younger, I wanted to join the army. I liked the idea of being a soldier or maybe driving a tank or something, but I guess I realised that being a bed wetter in the army wasn't a great idea," he paused before continuing "As you know, my dads a sparkie. He works the mines, and makes good money running his team on contract work. Any work on a mine site is good money. Even cleaners make good money up north. If you have a trade like dad, or can drive a truck or crane or something, you can make six figures easy. If you work underground it's very big money. But once again, I can't do FIFO while I wet the bed every night. Now I'm wetting my pants as well, it's not an option. I dunno. I might think about driving a truck or something that I can do without anyone else around that can see me if I have an accident."
He continued "I know it doesn't seem very glamorous, but I can't think what other stuff I could do. I can't see myself working in a shop or anything, or doing anything where wetting myself or sleeping away would be a problem. It limits the choices really. What about you?"
Amy drained her tea, and motioned for Dan to do the same. She was determined that they would use their diapers one more time before getting changed for bed.
"I know what you mean sweetie, but it's an easy one for me. I want to be a nurse. When I was little, the nurses in the hospital were fantastic. I want to help sick kids like they helped me, and I can wear my nappy under the skirt. It's a win-win situation!"
Dan had to agree with her, but added "That's a great idea Ames, but I don't think I'd look good in a skirt!"
This bought on more laughter. Amy suddenly yawned again. "I'm sorry Dan, but I'm stuffed. I think I'm going to crash soon."
Dan had to agree. He was feeling very tired as well. "But what about our diapers though? Will we use them again, or are we just going to change?" He grinned at her. "I think I could pee again now, but I can use the toilet if you'd rather?"
She grinned back. "Let me check on mum" and she left the room, returning not 30 seconds later. "She's asleep. I opened the door and peeked. If you want to do another test pee in your pull up, we can. I need to as well I just leaked when I laughed."
She was pleased to see Dans face sort of light up somehow when she said this.
"I've got an idea! Follow me, and keep quiet!" She got up, and Dan of course followed. She opened the glass sliding door to the back patio area and stepped out. There was no outside light on, but the neighbors over the back fence had their light on, and even though Amy's house had a high back fence to provide privacy for the pool area, the light coming in was still sufficient enough for them to see each other.
Amy suddenly stopped and crossed her legs, putting a hand into her lap. "Ohhh. Hang on. I'm gonna pee! No. Wait. I've got it. I'm okay. Quick! Follow me!"
She opened up the pool gate and lead him around the other side of the above ground pool. Once there, they were hidden in shadows from anyone else, but could still see each other reasonably clearly.
"Ohhhh. I can't hold on. I'm going first!"
She reached down and lifted her nightie up, fully revealing the sagging pull up she wore underneath. Dan was stunned. He'd gotten numerous glimpses of her nappy all day, but this was the first time he'd seen it fully exposed. Amy had lifted her nightie high enough to reveal not only her diaper, but the perfectly smooth flatness of her stomach as well. She had completely exposed her protection to him.
As he watched, mouth open, he saw her thumb go to her mouth, and she started gently gnawing at her thumbnail. In a little kids sort of voice, she said "Danny, I can't hold on. Im wetting myself..."
Suddenly he was aware of the meagre light reflecting off a small dribble of wetness on her leg. It wasn't much, but when it reached her knee, it was enough to have a couple of drops form and fall to the concrete. "Dan. I've had a little accident. I'm sorry."
If she had shocked him at any stage today, it was nothing on this. His penis went so hard he thought it might fly off. He couldn't help but give himself a squeeze through his pyjamas and nappy as he watched her. He had never felt so aroused in his life, and the small wet spot on the ground between her legs took his attention. Eventually she shuddered. She looked him in the eye and said sweetly, "My nappys all wet now Dan. I guess it's your turn!" |
Chapter 51:
They continued to embrace for what seemed like forever. The kisses they shared were the innocent childish kind at first, just keeping their lips pressed together or gently brushing them against each other's face or neck. They had never kissed another person with passion before, only ever using chaste, innocent kisses to express love or gratitude with family and such, but suddenly, as they hugged each other tightly, hands exploring each other's backs but not daring to explore much further, Amy felt her tongue sticking out as there lips came together again. Her tongue met Dans lips, and his tongue instinctively probed out from his mouth to meet hers. Of course they had both seen passionate, grownup kissing in movies and on TV, but until today had never even kissed a member of the opposite sex that they weren't related too. But they quickly learned it came naturally. Soon, their tongues were greedily exploring each other's as they softly moaned and pressed their bodies tightly together.
They were both self aware enough to feel the saturated diapers they both wore, and the feeling of trapped, warm moisture around their privates seemed to exaggerate the desperate feelings of neediness they were experiencing as they continued to grind against each other. But while they were so completely enraptured with these new feelings they were having, there wasn't any attempt by either of them to go any further. As fantastic and stimulating as their first real passionate kiss and cuddle was, it was also kind of terrifying at the same time. On a subconscious level, they knew they weren't ready for a truly adult physical experience, and the threat of discovery was also in the background. That was probably why, after perhaps a good minute of tongue and hand exploration, they seemed to break apart simultaneously by consent and stare at each other.
"Amy, I really think I love you," Dan whispered, "I know it sounds stupid, and we've just met, and we're only kids, and a lotta other stuff as well, but I think I really do anyway."
"Don't worry Dan. So do I." was all she had to say.
"Perhaps our olds were right to be worry after all. I felt so scared your mum would catch us kissing then, but I just didn't want to stop. Amy. That was incredible what we just did! I've never felt anything like like before. Ever!"
She smiled at him. "If you're worried about being caught kissing me, then maybe you should put your pants on eh,? I'm sure that would be even harder to explain!"
Dan jumped a bit. He had momentarily forgotten he was standing there without his pants on. He wouldn't have thought it was possible to forget something like that, but he had. "Shit" he muttered as he grabbed his pyjamas. Because of the upright state of his boyhood, he found it a bit difficult to step into them at first, but he managed too. He felt like he was throbbing down there.
Realising that they had been pushing their luck, they broke away from each other's immediate presence, and walked back towards the house without speaking. Almost expecting to find Sonia sitting in the lounge room, they snuck quietly back inside where they stood facing each other, noticing how red and flustered they both looked. They were grinning like idiots.
Amy spoke first, breaking the silence. "I'm just gonna check on mum, I can still hear her TV," she said as she left the room, returning shortly after. "It's okay. She's still asleep. I switched her TV off."
They both drank some more tea, more from the fact that they didn't know what to say, and didn't want to spoil the mood.
Putting her glass down, Amy eventually spoke. "I meant it Dan. I really did. I think I love you."
He smiled before answering. "I believe you Ames. I don't understand how it can happen so quickly, but I think it has. We'll need to talk about it I guess. But not now. It's late, we're tired, and both really wet. Let's get changed now, go to bed, and just sleep on it. We can talk in private tomorrow."
Amy smiled in agreement. She was a bit relieved actually. She knew how she felt, how they both felt, but didn't feel up to talking about it now. Just knowing it was both true and mutual was enough.
She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and simply said "I'm going to get changed Dan. My nappies leaking." Then left the room.
Mind reeling, the boy just stood there. He wasn't game to sit down in his soaked diaper, and he couldn't change until Amy had finished in the bathroom, so he did nothing. He couldn't even focus on anything in particular. His thought process was nothing more than a series of random images and feelings running one after another through his mind. He heard the water running before being turned off, and Amy returned a few minutes later.
When she walked in, she started laughing, trying to make as little noise as possible. This caused more than a little confusion for Dan. Nothing had been said, and considering their shared mood when they had come in from outside, this sudden giggling wasn't easily explained to him. He looked at her, the confusion on his boyish features was evident.
"Oh Dan. I'm sooo glad mum hasn't walked in! I don't know how we'd explain this!"
"Explain what Ames? I don't get the joke."
Another snort escaped her. "Dan , your pants are inside out!"
He looked down, and a sheepish grin washed across his face. "Oh shit" he mumbled, face turning red once more. Without even thinking about it, he ripped them quickly down, stepped out of them, and again stood in front of his girlfriend in just his wet nappy. He turned then the right way, and quickly stepped back into them.
"I don't believe I did that," he said, breaking into giggles with her, his voice cracking a little again. "I think I'll get changed now...."
He opened his backpack and hunted through it, finally removing a tape on diaper.
"What do you think Ames? I'll try one of these? I'm not sure exactly how they go on though?"
"Definitely Dan! That's the one I'm waiting for you to try," she patted her own backside with her hand, "It's what I've just put on. You're going to love it! They're easy, just hold it in place and join the white and blue tapes together. Piece of cake!"
Stuffing the adult diaper, a real diaper, not just a pull up he thought to himself, under his arm, he headed for the bathroom. He had always referred to his protection as wearing a nappy, even his Goodnights he thought of as such, even though he did realise that there were differences between them. But there was no mistake here. He was about to put an honest-to-goodness diaper on. Not a pull up, not a pair of bed wetting pants, but a real diaper. He didn't know how he felt about that. This morning he had hoped his need of protection would be coming to an end soon, but instead he was upgrading to even more heavy duty protection instead. This depressed him a bit. On the other hand he was almost keen to try it, and the knowledge his girlfriend, (that word was still strange. Girlfriend?) was currently wearing the same thing and wanted him to as well, made it seem like not such a big deal.
He entered and shut the door. Once inside he again removed his pants, then the saggy pull up. He inspected his pants, and was pleasantly surprised to find them bone dry. Amy must've wiped all trace of his minor leak away with her knee. The thought of that somehow was pleasing to him. He didn't know why he felt like that, but he did, just like he didn't get why he liked her socks, but he did. For the second time that night, he peed into the shower. There wasn't much there, he only managed to force a small dribble out, but he had to try. The more he let out before bed, the less chance he had of springing a leak when he wet in his sleep. There was no doubt at all in his mind that he would wet the bed, as he and Amy had been drinking copious amounts all day and night. He had always tried to limit his fluid intake before bed, but now he'd had probably drunk more before bed than he ever had in his life.
He sighed, accepting the inevitable would happen. He just silently prayed that Amy's confidence in the tape on diapers was well founded. He knew without a doubt that he would wake up wet, and as much as she assured him that her and her mum wouldn't bat an eyelid about wet sheets and pyjamas, he had no desire to find out firsthand. He shook himself dry in the stall, then briefly ran the water to wash his pee away. He would be a bit ashamed to admit it, but it was kinda fun to be naughty and pee in the shower. He finished by wiping himself with the cloth he'd used earlier.
His attention turned to the big diaper. Remembering what Amy had said, he worked out which was the front, then placed it between his legs and held in in place while he did the tapes up. It was a lot more awkward than he had imagined. He had to redo the tapes more than once, and even then it didn't feel quite right. He wondered if putting it on while laying down like a baby would be easier. It was certainly the thickest diaper he'd ever seen or felt. The feeling of warmth and puffiness between his legs was astounding. Just wearing it gave him a feeling of safety and comfort that he'd never experienced with a night nappy before. With his Goognights, he felt a bit of security, but not a lot. They were certainly better than nothing, but Dan had woken up on wet sheets too many times to have complete faith in them anymore. These, on the other hand felt really thick and trustworthy. But they still didn't seem to be fitting properly. One side seemed tighter than the other, but he couldn't seem to find what was wrong with it. With a shrug, he pulled his pants on and went back to the lounge room.
Amy greeted him. "That's much more presentable mate! You getting so much better at dressing yourself properly!"
Dan tried not to laugh at her jest, but couldn't help himself.
"So what's the verdict Dan, feel comfortable or what?"
"Yeah. Sorta I guess. But I don't think I've got it on right. It seems to be hanging down on one side a bit. When I walk like this," he took a step and swore, "bloody hell. I think the tapes just broken!"
Amy was quick to respond. "Stand still! Don't move Dan. Let me check."
Before he could respond, Amy had taken two steps and was right in front of him, reaching for his pants and yanking them down. The diaper nearly came down with them, and it was only Dans quick reflexes in grabbing hold of it at the last second that prevented him from ending up naked from the waist down in front of her.
"Jesus Amy! What're you doing?"
"Shush for a moment Catholic boy! Let me see what you've done wrong here. Ahh. That's it! The tapes weren't done up properly on this side! You did the other side up first, didn't you? Both top and bottom?"
Blushing furiously, with his pyjamas around his ankles, using both hands to hold the diaper up, Dan could only mutter in agreeance.
"What I do, is I hold it squarely in place, like this," and she undid the other tapes and straightened the diaper, leaving him standing uselessly just holding it in place to cover his boyhood, "then I do the bottom tape up on one side, like this, then the other bottom tape like this," suddenly the nappy seemed to already be fitting better, "then, is it snug?" He nodded. "Then I do up the top ones to make it a tight fit, like this! Voilà!"
She stood up. Dan gingerly let go of his diaper, and was relieved to find out it not only stayed up, but was a lot more secure with its fit.
"Thanks Ames, but Jesus! Give me some warning next time you want to pull my pants down!"
She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh don't worry Dan. I will...." |
Chapter 52:
The kids settled in again. They were tired, but also worked up now, and needed to calm down a bit before going to bed could be considered. They started chatting away again, not about anything specific, just letting the conversation take its own course. After a few minutes, Amy lay back, and without saying anything stretched her legs out and put her bare feet on Dans lap. It seemed natural now, and he automatically moved his hands without saying anything while she got comfortable, then gently put a hand on top of her pretty bare foot, but this time it just happened naturally, and wasn't a big deal.
They both checked their phones, and spent a few minutes in companionable silence as they replied or responded to messages or Facebook updates. Dans friends had been active, egging him on for more updates, but he decided to ignore them until morning. His mum had messaged him again not long ago, telling him his aunt was now fine, but in full labour, both babies seemed fine, and the birth seemed imminent. She would call him tomorrow.
Amy was doing similar things. Her friend Tania had messaged her asking what she was doing, and Amy had great delight in telling her she had a boy staying over. She asked Dan if she could take his picture, and he agreed as long as it was a headshot that didn't show him lounging around in his PJ's.
After awhile, as one o'clock loomed, it seemed by unspoken agreement that it was now bedtime. Dan let Amy use the bathroom first to brush her teeth, then it was his turn. While he brushed, he considered if he should use the toilet again. Over the last hour and a half, he'd completely emptied his bladder twice, and he didn't feel any particular need to go again. Also, the thought of battling with his diaper tapes loomed large. If he had problems, he'd have to ask Amy for help again, and he didn't really want to. He was worried about wetting in his sleep and leaking, but also accepted that he would wet tonight, based on how much they had drunk tonight. He almost regretted it, but not quite.
Pre-emptive strike.
The words seemed to appear in his thoughts as if by magic. If he did pee now, while standing up, he shouldn't leak, and it might just take the edge off enough to prevent him from emptying a full bladder while laying down sleeping during the night. He decided he would try.
Once again he spread his legs and relaxed his bladder. This time however, not a lot came out. He did dribble for a few seconds, but even when he pushed, he could only manage a small squirt. It was immediately absorbed into the thick padding between his legs, and the premium diaper drew all the moisture away from his skin instantly. Within seconds, he didn't even feel wet anymore. He was very impressed. He decided he wouldn't tell Amy what he'd just done though. He felt that they had discussed diapers and wetting enough for one day.
Back in the lounge room, he found Amy holding a somewhat battered looking teddy bear. She looked a lot younger than her 14 years in her Mickey Mouse nightie and holding her teddy. The knowledge that she was wearing a nappy underneath it didn't exactly dispel the illusion.
"Danny, this is Teddy, my oldest friend. Mum got him for me while I was still in hospital after my accident, and he's slept with me every night since!"
Playing along, Dan replied "Hello Teddy. You're a very lucky bear you know!"
They shared a laugh at that.
"Danny, I'm stuffed. I've gotta go to bed. Do you need anything before I crash?"
"Two things Ames. I always take a glass of water to bed in case I get thirsty, but I'll fetch that. The other thing I need is this." He bent over and kissed the tip of her nose. She responded in kind, but these were just innocent childish kisses, not the deep, passionate sort that they had experienced earlier.
Dan quickly fetched a glass of water, and Amy told him to leave the kitchen light on, so he did. He was grateful he didn't have to negotiate his way back in the dark.
Amy had gotten into her bed in the short time Dan had been in the kitchen, and he carefully stepped over her as he found his way to his bed in the gloom.
"Good night Amy. Thanks for everything today."
She sounded almost asleep already, but said "'Night Danny. Love you!"
And with that she was asleep.
Dan got into bed, but suddenly felt wide awake. He'd never slept at a friends place, and never in the same room with anyone else. He felt on edge for some reason and couldn't relax. He lay back and closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn't accept him as its friend. His mind kept spinning, going over the wealth of new experiences he'd had today.
First time talking and hanging out with a girl. First time meeting another kid with his problems. First time holding hands. First innocent kiss and cuddle. First time seeing someone else wet a nappy. His first self induced orgasm while awake. Wetting a nappy in front of a girl. His pacifier being discovered. Deliberately wetting their diapers with each other. Actually having a girlfriend. Wearing his first adult pull up, followed by a real diaper. His first grown up kiss and cuddle. Sleeping in the same room with a girl. Planning on having his first cigarette and then playing wetting games in their pants tomorrow. Planning on wearing a swim nappy.
The list kept growing. It was no wonder he couldn't relax. It was a lot for an adolescent boy to process.
20 minutes later, he gave up. He quietly got up and sat on the couch. His glance went straight to Amy. She was laying on her side, curled up, with her teddy bear clutched in the crook of her arm. She could pass for ten years old while she slept like that. The light from the kitchen cast a soft glow on her features, but obviously didn't bother her. Her head was furthest away from him, and her pretty little feet stuck out towards him from under the blanket. Again, he wondered about his strange attraction for her feet or socks.
As he watched her sleep, his mind drifted over the things he'd seen her do today. The wettings, deliberate and accidental. Flashing her nappy at him, pulling his pants down, putting her feet on him. Virtually everything she had done, he found an attraction towards. There was no doubt in his mind. As stupid as it may seem, he was in love with her.
She groaned softly in her sleep. Dan had been admiring her feet that were on top of each other, free of the blanket as she lay on her side. As he watched, she rolled onto her back, and he saw her feet part company with each other. He turned his glance back to her face, and as he watched, she muttered something, then raised her arm up and stuck her thumb in her mouth and started sucking on it.
She was wetting in her sleep.
After a moment, she rolled over the other way, leaving Teddy behind, and settled back into a deep sleep.
Dan had felt himself stirring in his nappy briefly, but he suddenly felt overwhelmed with tiredness. He knew sleep was at last possible. He felt a bit warm, so he didn't get under the blankets, but lay on top, thoughts of Amy running through his head. This was how he fell asleep.
Eventually the boy started dreaming. Of course, his dreams were filled with images of Amy, interspersed with various thoughts and feelings about what he had experienced that day. One moment they were at the park, and Amy was wearing her striped socks and peeing in her nappy. With no reasonable continuity she was using his paci. He was wetting his tape on diaper at the same time as she was adjusting it. He played with her socks, she pushed her breasts against him. He was checking out if his pyjamas were still dry, she was laughing at his jokes. He was running down the stairs in a nappy to meet his uncle, his mother was checking Amy's nappy.
It went around and around. Random images that didn't always make sense. But then, his mind seemed to lock onto their kiss behind the pool. He could smell, feel and taste her. She was rubbing his back as he rubbed hers.
In the course of his dream, she pulled back from their embrace. He looked at her, and she was standing in front of him, a trickle of pee running down her legs which were now encased in white socks with red and black polka dots all over them. As he watched, her legs and socks got wetter as the pee trail got stronger. She was now looking at him, and had his paci in her mouth. In his dream she spoke. "Danny, I just wet myself....."
Dan woke up with a start. He was breathing heavily, and had his right hand pressed firmly on the front of his diaper. He was squeezing his extremely stiff boyhood through the thick padding of his diaper. Before he even woke up fully, he found his hand tightening and moving around, trying desperately to get a hold on himself. But as he lay there, hand moving and squeezing through the thick padding, he felt the same warm tingling starting in his belly and lower regions that he'd only felt for the first time earlier today while he showered. It was the most intense sensation he had ever had. It was the feeling of an impending eruption, an eruption that was now beyond his power to stop. And even if he could have chosen to stop it, he wouldn't have.
Before he had even fully woken up, he was aware of what was about to happen for only the second time in his life, and he gave himself fully over to it. His legs shot straight out, his stockinged toes curled, his hips thrusted upwards, and the most amazing pulsating feeling shot through his body. He felt his boyhood twitching in his nappy, then he was still.
His first thought, when he was capable of thinking again, was a silent prayer that Amy was still asleep and hadn't woken up to his antics. Thankfully, his prayer was answered, and Amy remained asleep, blissfully unaware of what he had just done. His second thought was an awareness that his diaper was wet on his backside. It felt a little wet in the front as well, but he suspected that he knew why that might be. He slipped a finger into the leg band under his butt. He did feel damp, but his nappy had done a superb job of absorbing his accident. His third thought was a realisation that his bladder was empty. He had fully emptied it while he slept, but he hadn't come close to leaking.
He grabbed his phone and checked the time while his heart rate started to slow down. He was breathless, and felt like he'd run a race. 4am. He returned his phone to the table, had a sip of water, and lay back down again. He thought to himself that there was no way in hell he'd get anymore sleep tonight.
90 seconds later he was snoring softly.
At ten past four, Sonia, who had woken up and gone to the toilet, walked softly to the kitchen for a drink of water. She stuck her head into the lounge room to check on the kids, almost expecting to find them curled up together in the same bed.
What she saw, was her daughter curled up in a ball, cuddling her beloved teddy bear. Her new friend was fast asleep laying face down on top of his own bed, his pyjama pants slightly down at the back, exposing his diaper to the world.
"I don't know what I was worried about," she thought, "they're just kids after all. It's not like they're going to get up to too much mischief, God bless them."
Feeling a bit silly for worrying, she went back to bed. |
Chapter 53:
Dan was woken up by the feeling of pressure on his leg, gently shaking him from side to side. He opened his eyes to see Amy standing over him, one foot raised and resting on his leg as she shook him with it.
"Wakey wakey Danny boy! Time for up!"
He opened his eyes, and was greeted by the sight of Amy's bare legs disappearing under her nightie, with a glimpse of her diaper thrown in for good measure. From what he could tell, it looked a bit full and heavy, sagging slightly. She was smiling down at him, the smile touching her eyes, her cheekbones raised, hair all tousled and messy, and holding Teddy in her right hand.
There were definitely worse sights to wake up to, he thought, and he returned the smile, which turned into a yawn as he stretched. At some stage he had found his way under the blankets again, and except for his feet, he was fully covered.
"Morning pretty Amy," he smiled, "what's the time?"
"Nearly 9. I've been up for about 15 minutes. I'm gonna make some brekky, ya want some?"
He did indeed, but he suddenly found himself nervous, worrying about the state of his pyjamas and sheets. The memory of his 4am wake up flashed into his mind, but it had a vague, dream like quality about it, and he couldn't be sure whether or not it had really happened, or perhaps he had just had a wet dream. A quick glance at his half empty water glass confirmed it hadn't been a dream, but he had indeed woken up while masturbating in his sleep. A mild feeling of guilt washed briefly over him, and Amy must've seen something in his eyes.
"What's up mate? You alright ?"
He quickly gathered his thoughts. "Yeah. I'm fine. My diaper feels a bit wet though. I hope I haven't leaked."
"Told you before Dan. It doesn't matter if you did," she grabbed at his blanket, "let's see!"
He was quicker this time. Quicker than he had been when she had pulled his pants down last night. He was able to grab the blanket and hold it in place.
"Hang on Ames. Just give me a moment." He put his hand under the blanket, and slipped it underneath his butt, gingerly exploring the bottom sheet with it, then the back and crotch of his pyjamas. While he felt all warm inside his nappy, the bedding and his pants still felt dry. He slipped his hand inside his pants, and probed the front of his diaper with his fingers. It felt very warm and squishy, but the front of his pants were still dry as well.
He knew what it meant when the front of his night time diaper got wet. He often slept while laying on his stomach, and often wet while being face down. When he wore his Goodnights, this was the worst position of all to wet in. Invariably he would wake up soaked, both his pants and shirt, and have a huge wet spot on his bed. If he was on his back when he wet it wasn't too bad, they seemed to contain it better, but wetting on his stomach was usually a recipe for disaster. This time however, it appeared the big nappy had done its job superbly. He knew he had wet at least twice then as he slept, but didn't seem to have leaked at all. These diapers were impressive.
Amy stood there grinning as he completed his touch inspection. "Soooo, what's the verdict? Are you sure you're dry now? Or are you just playing with yourself?"
This almost caused Dan to react. But he somehow managed to keep his face expressionless. For half a second he thought she had been referring to his earlier shenanigans, but it was clear she was just trying to be funny.
"I don't believe it Amy. My diaper feels really wet, soaked actually, but I think everything else is still dry! These are amazing!"
"Toldya didn't I Catholic boy! These are the only thing I'll wear to bed." She lowered her voice conspirationally, "Mine got wet before I went to bed. I did a pre-emptive strike in it while you were brushing your teeth. Just in case."
He grinned back. "So did I!" And they shared a laugh with each other.
Amy continued, "I know that I wet at least twice after that. I woke up once and was already a bit damp, then this morning, I woke up while I was peeing. That's what woke me up I think. So, you getting up or not? Mums gone to the shop, so nows as good a time as any. I thought you'd rather get up while she wasn't here, just in case you had, you know, leaked or something,"
"Alright Ames. Here goes!" With a flourish he yanked the sheet and blankets off, and lay spread eagled in front of her. "See any wet bits?"
Amy looked closely. "Nope! I think your good. I wasn't so lucky. I had a tiny leak. I must've peed a huge amount to leak though. These only do that when they get reall full, like this!" She quickly lifted then lowered her nightie as she stood over him, giving him the briefest glimpse of the bulging padding that was hanging down between her legs. Dan hadn't been able to see just how full it really was when he had caught a glimpse of it before, but her quick flash had shown just how soggy she was. "Check out my bed," she added.
He looked across at her mattress. Her top bedding had been pulled aside, and there was a wet patch, perhaps 8 inches in diameter on her pink sheet.
"This is why I woke you Dan. I'm going to wash that sheet and the blanket under it, and I thought I'd do yours as well, you know, like if they needed it that is. My nightie didn't get wet, so that's something I guess. Oh! You might want to get me your wet pants from last night, we can wash and dry them as well. It'll save you having to give them to your mum to wash."
Dan thought that was a good idea, so he got up, and together they stripped the sheets off both beds, and Amy took those, plus her bottom blanket into the laundry and started loading the machine while Dan retrieved the plastic bag containing his wet shorts and boxers from the bathroom, where he'd stashed it. He went back to the laundry, and Amy was standing in front of the washing machine with her hand out.
"It's okay Amy. I'll do it," he muttered.
"Don't be silly Danny. Just pass it here."
She grabbed the bag and pulled his wet pants out, putting them on top. She removed his blue boxer shorts with the pictures of cars all over them, and a big wet stain on the back and held them up, admiring them. "These are cute Dan!"
He felt that familiar blush rising again. His girlfriend was handling his pissy pants, and it felt strange watching it.
"I might as well get my clothes as well," she said, and padded back to her room before returning with her denim skirt, t-shirt and bra, and her scrunched up stripey socks. "Need to wash my grotty socks don't I?" She said with a cheeky grin.
At that point Dan realised that she had noticed his attraction to her feet and socks. He thought he'd done a good job of hiding it, but it must've been pretty obvious after all. Suddenly it became clear to him. All her antics, making him touch her striped socks, putting the polka dot ones on, resting her feet on him, it was all because she had seen that he'd liked it. He smiled to himself. "She's a smart girl this one. I'm not going to be able to keep any secrets from her" he thought.
As Amy turned on the machine, her phone rang. Dan could tell it was Sonia she was speaking with. Amy finished with "Okay, love you too!"
"Mums bumped into a friend at the shops. They're going to have brekky there. I guess it's up to me to make ours. What do you feel like?"
"Don't really care Amy. Whatever you're having I guess. But aren't we going to change first?"
He was getting better at reading her expressions. He could tell right away she was planning something already. The question was what?
"Weeelllll, we COULD get changed first, OR we could start our holding contest now, and use our diapers for one more accident before we took 'em off. Be a shame to waste them after all.... As I told you, I woke up doing a wee, but I reckon I've got some left. How about you?"
He shifted his feet uncomfortably. "I guess I must've peed awhile ago. I'm not bursting, but I'm just starting to feel it. I guess that's why I asked. I was gonna have a pee in the toilet when I took this off. The way I am, I'll need to go sooner rather than later now I can start to feel it."
Taking his answer as a yes, she declared "Alright then! Let's start drinking! Cup of tea, coffee, juice, milk or water?"
Knowing it was probably pointless arguing, and if he was to be honest with himself he didn't want to argue anyway, he replied "I don't drink coffee. But I'll have tea or juice, whatever you're having."
"Tea AND juice it is then!" She put the kettle on, and poured a glass of apple juice for each of them. "Sorry it's not orange juice, but that upsets my tummy sometimes. I don't have any problems with apple juice though, and it makes me pee," she added with a grin.
"What doesn't make you pee?" He asked with a grin.
"Not much really" came the reply, and they both laughed at it.
"I've gotta eat healthy today Dan. After yesterday, I need to settle my gut down. I'm going to have some muesli and soy milk, and some dry toast with honey. We've got Coco Pops and real milk as well though, plus jam or Vegemite?
"I love Coco Pops. And Vegemite on toast would be great. Can I help?"
She set him some tasks, and soon they were sitting down with bowls of cereal, glasses of juice, and a cup of tea each while their toast was cooking. Amy had placed a towel on her chair before sitting down.
"I'm actually really wet Dan. I can feel it squishing around under me!"
"I'm surprised Ames. Mines really wet as well, but it still sorta feels dry on my skin. I can't believe how well these things work. I must've peed laying on my stomach as well, but they still didn't leak! I do kind of want to push it a bit more, just to like see how much more it can hold. All in the name of science of course!"
"Of course Dan. A serious experiment you mean," she added in a jokingly serious tone, "in the interests of science for sure. You better drink up then. For science."
Dan raised his juice and proposed a toast. "For science!"
"For science!" Amy replied, and they clinked their glasses and drank deeply. The light hearted conversation continued. Amy let Dan try her muesli with soy milk, causing him to pull a face and quickly wash it down with tea.
"Oh God Amy. That's horrible. I know you've got to watch what you eat, but really?"
She laughed. "It's not that bad Daniel! Keeps me healthy. You should try it! Get rid of that little tummy roll you're carrying!"
Pretending to take offence, he declared "That my dear is all muscle," and the banter continued back and forth. Both of them so comfortable in each other's presence, it was hard to believe they had only met 24 hours before.
The toast popped up, and as Amy took it from the toaster, Dan took their bowls and empty juice glasses to the sink. As he walked behind her, as she busily prepared their second course, he noticed that she was keeping her knees pressed together, and was leaning forward on her toes a bit. He thought she must be building up her need to pee, but was trying to hold on for a bit longer.
While she was distracted, he snuck up behind her, his socked feet making no noise on the tiles. Once properly positioned, he firmly jabbed his fingers into her sides, just below her ribs, and yelled "You don't need to pee do you?"
She jumped, dropping the knife she had been using, issuing a high pitched scream. She bent forward at the waist, and there was a sudden dripping noise.
Amy had pee running down both legs, dripping off her knees, and forming a growing puddle on the tiles. She stayed standing like that for maybe twenty seconds, and the puddle grew larger, eventually encompassing her little feet with their brightly painted toenails in it. Both kids just froze on the spot, watching as she finished wetting herself.
Eventually the rivulets slowed to just drips, and she replied almost angrily "Not anymore I don't!"
Dan thought he may have crossed the line and upset her. But she gave him an evil grin.
"You bastard. I am sooo going to get you for that. My revenge will be sweet, you'll see. Now. Get me a freaking towel. I want to clean this up before mum gets home."
"Ames. I'm sorry. Really I am. I didn't think you'd leak everywhere like that. I mean I...."
She cut him off. "Towel. Now Catholic boy. I can't move. I'm just going to stand in this puddle and consider what my vengeance is going to be like."
He decided he had better do as she said. He hurried to the bathroom where he retrieved two towels and her special washcloth, which he dampened for her. When he got back to the kitchen, she was still standing in the puddle, unable to move without making a bigger mess. She took a towel from him, and placed it on the dry floor beside the puddle, then stood on it. She placed the other towel on the puddle, and let it soak her pee into it.
She took the cloth from him, saying "You better leave me for a moment. I'm gonna have to take my diaper off here."
"Amy, I'm sorry, I just.."
"Too late for that Dan" she smiled evilly, "I am going to make you pay for that!"
He decided leaving was the best option.
After he had gone, Amy undid the diaper tapes, and caught it before it fell, placing it on the wet towel. She used the cloth to roughly wipe her legs, feet and privates off, then quickly dried them with the other towel. She got a plastic bag from a drawer, and placed her sodden diaper in it, marvelling at how heavy it was. She then ran some hot water onto the towel she had used on herself, and gave the floor a good wipe down.
All the while she was plotting. She had an idea forming of how she could exact her revenge, she just needed to fine tune the details. |
Chapter 54:
Amy took the 2 towels, plus the one from the dining room chair that she had been sitting on, and dumped them in the laundry. Even though she had just peed, she was nervous about walking around with not even any knickers on, let alone protection. She hastily washed her hands, then went into her room to pad up again. Whilst there, inspiration struck her.
Dan was sitting nervously on the couch watching TV. He was worried Amy was upset with him for his prank. Yes, he had intended to make her wet herself, but he hadn't counted on her nappy being to full to cope with it. She didn't seem super upset, but she was probably a little bit mad he thought. He wondered what revenge she was planning for him. No doubt it would involve tickling or jabbing him while he was full. He'd have to be wary.
She called to him from the kitchen, telling him that their toast was cold, and asking if that was okay, or would she start again. He hurried out to see her. She was still in her nightie, and it appeared nothing had changed. He'd expected she would have a shower, but apparently she hadn't yet.
"Cold toast is fine Ames. Look. About now. I really didn't mean to make you..."
"Shut it Daniel. What's done is done. You got me a beauty, now I'm gonna have to get you back. Simple really. Now take your damn toast!"
She sounded harsh, but she kept smiling at him the whole time. He relaxed a bit, relieved that she wasn't angry with him. He took his toast and sat back at the table with the remnants of his tea, as did Amy.
"You really startled me Danny boy. All of a sudden I was busting, and I thought I'd finish making the toast, then I was going to call you outside and have us both test our diapers one more time. It WAS going to be outside because I knew I'd leak. I wanted to watch you take your pants off again like you did last night, but we're probably out of time now. Mum will be back shortly. By the way, ARE you still holding on?"
"Yeah" Dan replied, "it's still not to bad yet though. I'm only just feeling it. Wait till the juice and tea work through me, then it'll be more urgent. I woke up at about 4, and had peed once by then, so I must've gone again after, that's why I'm not real desperate yet I guess."
"It's okay Dan. We've got all day. Well at least until your mum picks you up. Have you heard from her?"
"I was just texting her then, while you were, uh, like getting changed," he lowered his eyes before continuing, " Aunt Jackie finally gave birth about 7 this morning! 2 boys, and everyone is fine. Mum and Steve are still at the hospital and haven't slept. They're staying with Jackie for a little bit, then going back to her house for a sleep. They'll go back to the hospital before driving back later. My mum has called your mum to see if I can stay here until dinner time. You're stuck with me for the day I'm afraid!"
"That's great Dan! It'll give me lots of chances to get even with you! Now, you wanna pour us both some more juice? We've got a holding contest to prepare for!"
The boy grinned. He was happy Amy wasn't mad, he was pleased to be spending the whole day here, and he was looking forward to their holding challenge. He was secretly excited about the thought of Amy actually wetting her pants, and not just a diaper. He wasn't looking forward so much to doing it himself, but it wouldn't be the first time he supposed.
"So what's the plan Ames? What do you have in mind exactly?" He set the juice on the table in front of her.
"Well, it's nearly ten. Mum wants to leave by eleven, so she should be back any minute now. After she's gone, we'll have a shower,"
She saw his eyes widen with shock and she laughed.
"Not together you dickhead! I meant we'll EACH have a shower, go and get some coke and iced tea and stuff, drink way more than we should, put our little swim diapers on, then spend some time running around outside and see who holds on the longest. We can have a couple of cigarettes each, that is if you haven't changed your mind, and wait until we both have a real accident. No deliberate peeing allowed. We've gotta try and hold on as long as we can first. After that though, I intend to just play like a little kid again, and just pee my pants whenever I want to without caring about it. If anyone should happen to arrive unexpectedly, we can just jump in the pool! Whaddya think of that for an idea?"
Dan told her it was probably the best plan he'd ever heard. "But we are going to have to wear something for protection first though, aren't we? I mean you can't risk walking to the shop without a diaper, can you?"
She gave him her best cheeky grin. "Someone left this in my room. I thought I'd wear it for awhile...."
She lifted up her nightie, and Dan saw what she was now wearing underneath it.
His Goonight from the day before.
Yet again, she had shocked him. Every single time he thought he was getting a handle on Amy, she managed to do something that he would never expect.
"Amy! I was wearing that yesterday! Don't you think that's kinda gross or something?"
She laughed. "Dan, I'm probably gonna pee in it. So I don't think wearing a dry one could be as gross as that! Besides, as you said, I have to wear something when we walk to the shop. It would be a shame to waste a good Molicare just going for a short walk. I really don't like putting on a nappy that I've wet before, so if I did leak in it, I couldn't just put it on again after we had our little playtime."
He considered that, and saw the logic behind her argument. But before he could formulate a reply, Sonia's car pulled up outside.
"Mums home Dan. Just be cool about our plans, okay? We're just going to spend the day chilling around the pool, alright?"
When Sonia walked in, she greeted Dan with a big smile. She asked if he'd slept okay, and told him about talking to his mother and how he was to spend the day there. Dan told her about getting his mums message, and they chatted about how great it was that his aunt and the babies were doing well. Sonia couldn't help noticing Dans diaper just peeking out over the top of his pyjamas waistband. It made him look really vulnerable and young, and again she thought about how these two were really a lot younger in spirit than 14. They were both quite sweet and innocent she decided, and chastised herself silently for thinking that they may "play up" with each other. Really, they were just like little kids she thought. She was so happy that they had both found someone else who might understand how traumatic their problems were. She hoped that if either of them did have an accident, they wouldn't get too upset about it.
After a couple of minutes of small talk, Sonia went to get dressed for work, and Amy declared she was going to shower. That left Daniel sitting by himself at the table, in a soggy, full adult diaper, and a burgeoning need to pee, now that the tea and two juices were working through him. He hoped he'd be able to hold on for a bit longer. He didn't want to take his diaper off in the toilet, as there was nowhere to dump it, plus he wanted to shower when he took it off. The thought of removing it, but not being able to clean up until Amy finished in the bathroom was kinda icky. He decided to hold on.
Ten minutes later, he was still sitting there, playing on his phone. His urge to urinate was now strong, and he was coming to terms with the knowledge that he'd either have to pee soon, or he would end up wetting himself at the table, and risk the same sort of overflow drama that Amy had suffered. Knowing that sitting down increased the risk of leaking, he stood up just in case. As he did, a strong wave of pure urgency washed over him, and he thought he may have leaked a little. He couldn't tell for sure, as his nappy was already very wet, but he was fairly sure a few drops had escaped. Glad he was alone, he quickly jammed his hands firmly into the front of his pyjamas, clamped his knees together and bent over. The urge passed quickly thankfully, and he straightened up but kept one hand grasping at himself through his pants and nappy, feeling not unlike a small boy who had been caught short.
He heard voices, and realised that Amy was now out of the bathroom and talking to her mother in the hallway. While he didn't exactly have a wish for Amy to see him so desperate, he could accept it if it happened. But there was no way at all he wanted her mum to see him holding himself like a little boy. Using every ounce of willpower at his disposal, he stood up straight and took his hand off his crotch, releasing the firm pressure he had been applying. He hadn't been able to actually hold himself through the thick diaper, but had been applying firm pressure on his boyhood. As he pulled his hand away, he leaked for sure. For a few seconds he felt hot urine trickling out of him, but it soon stopped as he clenched his muscles to their fullest extent.
Sweating slightly, feeling the fresh warmth inside his pants, he started walking towards the door. As he entered the hall, he caught a glimpse of Sonia disappearing into her room again after her talk with Amy. Her daughter was standing there rubbing her now wet but still beautiful blonde hair with a towel, still in her Mickey Mouse nightie. He walked briskly up to her, trying to keep his legs together but still walk normally. It wasn't working very well.
"Amy" he whispered, "I need a towel. I've gotta use the toilet or shower. Like right away!"
Noticing how he was bobbing up and down, Amy quickly judged the situation correctly.
"Awww. Does little Danny need a wee wee? Is he gonna wet his nappy? Awww! Poor baby Danny! It would be such a shame if he had an accident like I did, wouldn't it? Maybe I should poke you in the bloody ribs as well, eh matey? Would little Danny like that?"
"Amy," he hissed softly, "this isn't funny. I'm sorry about that. But your mums home now, and I can't hold on any longer. Just get me a bloody towel please!"
For a moment, he thought this was going to be her revenge. She was going to torture him, and he would soak himself, and Sonia would see him as he pissed on the floor. But she smiled at his dilemma briefly, then stepped past him to a hallway linen cupboard, from which she extracted a towel which she handed to him, then, without saying a word, she stepped aside and gave him direct unfettered access to the bathroom.
He didn't wait to be asked. He grabbed the towel, and almost ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. Once inside, he dropped the towel on the floor, pulled his pyjama pants down, stepped out of them straight into the shower. The floor was still wet from Amy's shower, and he felt the water soaking into his white socks, but he didn't care at all. He was already peeing with no hope of stopping. He let out the deep breath he'd been holding, and just gave himself fully over to the feeling of relief. His eyes were closed and his legs were spread. He could feel the warmth spreading itself through the front and the gusset of his nappy. He felt it swell up, and could feel the heaviness of it as it slowly started sagging. The added weight dragging it down as gravity took hold. He felt his forceful stream tapering off slowly. His nappy seemed like it was doing the impossible. It was holding what seemed like gallons, and was still holding up perfectly.
Just as he felt the final squirts being released, his nappy finally gave up. A trickle of pee found its way out. First on his left leg, and moments later it was joined by one on his right leg as well. The feeling of pee trickling down his inner thighs caused him to open his eyes and watch. The two streams appeared to be racing each other, with first one, then the other taking the lead. Not to be outdone, a tiny waterfall erupted from between his spread legs, where it splattered onto the tiled floor between his feet. Not wanting to be beaten either, the trickles on his legs worked their way simultaneously over his knees, then picked up speed as they raced down his nearly hairless legs, eventually meeting their match when they hit the top of his socks, which were resting on his ankles.
As he watched, the tops of his socks got gradually wetter, before soaking them both, and running into the small pee lake between his feet, increasing its size considerably.
When he'd at last finished peeing, he removed the now drenched nappy, and after marvelling at its weight, he leaned out of the shower where he dropped it in the sink. He removed his shirt, and dropped it onto of his pyjama pants. He then turned the shower head away and ran the water, adjusting it to the right temperature. Once it was right, he swung it back around, and stepped under the hot water without removing his socks.
He washed himself thoroughly, but without indulging himself as he had done during his previous shower. He washed his hair, and finished off by removing his wet socks and wringing them out.
"That was close" he thought.
He dried himself off, binned his diaper, then stepped back into his pjs again. It was the first time in over 24 hours that he hadn't worn some form of protection under his pants, and it felt kind of weird, like he was naked or something.
Slipping his t-shirt back on, and deciding it needed to be changed, he picked up his wet socks, and left the bathroom.
He had a holding challenge to prepare for. |
Chapter 55:
After he left the bathroom, Dan realised that he needed to use the toilet for other reasons than peeing. Normally, he would have sat on the toilet before his shower, but he hadn't been thinking about that, just wanting to not pee on the floor had been his only priority. When he turned to the lavatory door however he found it closed and occupied, so he went to the lounge room instead. There was no sign of anyone, and looking outside he confirmed Sonia's car had gone. That meant Amy must be in the loo.
He stuffed his wet socks into his backpack, and took it with him as he walked towards Amy's room, pausing outside the toilet and calling, "You in there Ames?"
"Yeah, give me a minute,"came the reply, so he continued on, shutting the door behind him. Taking the opportunity of being alone, he proceeded to get dressed.
What protection to wear was the biggest issue. He usually didn't wear any at home during the day. He'd been wearing his Goodnights to school, but at home, where he had complete freedom to just go to the toilet anytime he wanted too, he didn't bother with it. He hadn't even originally planned on wearing his pull ups to the hospital yesterday, but his mum had made him do so. Then, before they had left with Steve, she had told him to keep wearing something just in case. But Dan and his girlfriend, (Girlfriend! He grinned) were planning on wetting their pants anyway later, and, like her, he didn't want to waste a diaper unnecessarily. He decided to follow her lead and wear a Goodnight to start with, just in case. But his shorter and tighter football shorts which he'd be wearing wouldn't hide even one of those real well, but he thought he would get away with it. The Goodnight was fairly thin after all, and apart from the walk to the shops, only Amy would see him anyway. He put his little blue shorts on over it, and was pleasantly pleased to find it wasn't noticeable at all. Well hardly noticeable anyway.
After that, it was easy. He slipped into a basketball style singlet, and his flip flops, stashing his pjs and dirty t-shirt in his bag. He couldn't believe just how thin and flimsy the "kiddie pull up" now felt under his pants. He'd worn them to bed for at least 9 years, after graduating from baby diapers, and had been wearing them to school and occasionally out in public for about 4 weeks now, and had been trying to put a lot of faith in them, but now, after nearly a full day spent wearing "grown up" protection, he didn't think he'd be able to keep putting his trust in them anymore.
He heard the toilet flush, footsteps, then the tap running in the bathroom. He met Amy in the hall. Knowing what a trip to the toilet could mean for her, he asked softly, "You okay Amy? How's your tummy?"
She smiled at him. "Not to bad now. I think the worst is over. I just got a sudden urge to go after my shower, but I made it on time. Mum had another talk with me. She stressed again how she wanted me to wear a swimmer in the pool. I complained of course, saying I didn't want to wear one in front of you," she let out a big over exaggerated sigh, "but she insisted," Amy finished with a huge grin, "so I guess I better do as my mum wants!"
Dan returned her big grin. "Yeah, you might have too. I hope you're not upset about it?"
"Oh, I'm sure I'll get over it in time Danny. I guess I should get dressed then."
"Yeah, and I gotta, uh, like, go in there myself now" he said and pointed at the toilet.
"Good luck mate" she replied, "I did use the air freshener, but......."
He said he'd take the risk of being gassed, and went in, pulling down his shorts and pull up and sitting down. The seat was still warm from where Amy had been sitting, and while a warm toilet seat might of usually been a bit disgusting for him, he found it didn't bother him in the slightest.
After he had done his business and washed his hands, he found Amy in the kitchen, making two more cups of tea. He was stunned by what she wore. She had put on a pink t-shirt that was short and exposed her flat belly, a pair of high cut off pink denim shorts, and some white socks that were folded over at the top, showing a lacy fringe resting on her ankles. Her hair had no trace of the blue streaks left in it, and was now tied back in a ponytail, held in place by a pink elastic band. She had no eyeliner or mascara on, and looked and smelled fresh, clean and very feminine. About the only thing the same, was her nose ring. It was a big difference from the almost goth/grunge teenager he had met yesterday.
She turned and saw him staring. She sounded a bit shy and unsure of herself as she spoke. "I thought I might try some of my more girlie clothes today. Not sure if I like it or not."
"Ames. Wow. You were, uh, really pretty yesterday, uh, I mean, I thought you were very pretty yesterday," he saw a flicker of worry cross her face and realised she was worried he didn't like it, so he hurried on, "what I meant was, I couldn't believe a pretty girl like you would talk to me then, now I'm more worried. Amy, you are freaking stunning! I mean, like so beautiful! You look incredible. Not that you weren't already incredible, but, oh shit I suck at this...... " he let his sentence trail off as her face lit up.
"Shut up Dan. Don't dig yourself in any deeper. I know what you mean, and thank you!"
She put her arms around him and they kissed. They used their tongues again, as they had done last night, but this time it was different. The kiss was full of love and affection, not pent up teenage hormones. They didn't grind against one another, they didn't vigorously rub each other's backs and explore with their hands, and they didn't try to force their tongues around. They merely held each other, and kept softly kissing. Their tongues just gently probing, lips just softly brushing each other's, and occasionally ever so carefully biting at each other's lips. It felt good. It felt natural. It felt like love. Perhaps the sort of love that can only be experienced as first love, or teenage love, but it was love. And that's all that mattered.
When they stopped, Dan was aware his privates were standing at attention again. He was starting to learn just how little control he actually had of stopping it from happening, and knew that even with a pull up on, his tight shorts would make it obvious he was erect. Thankfully, Amy's attention seemed to be on his face.
"You know Danny, I'm gonna tell you three things. First, you are the sweetest guy I've ever met. You're nice and funny and handsome and cute and lovely. I know boys aren't supposed to be beautiful, but to me you are. Second, as I said last night. I love you. It's that simple. I do.
Dan was enraptured. He felt he was living a dream, and wished it would continue. "What's the third thing Ames?"
She kept looking him straight in the eye, her gaze never leaving his. A big cheeky smile crossed her face.
Then, without warning, in one quick action, she reached down before he had time to move, and cupped his erect boyhood in her hand, and swiftly dragging her hand upwards, applying light pressure.
"Thirdly Dan, I love your little shorts. They're very revealing aren't they? I can't wait to see you wet them later!"
He jumped back in shock.
"C'mon Catholic boy. Let's drink our tea. We've gotta start the build up sometime!" |
Chapter 56:
Amy cracked up laughing at Dans reaction, she had one hand on the kitchen bench for support, as she bent over giggling. "Oh Danny, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" More laughing. "Oh God, I'm glad I just went to the toilet! Oh. Oh. I just leaked!" She put her free hand between her legs, and stayed hunched over for a few seconds, before finally getting herself under control and standing up.
"I don't believe it. I only just peed in the toilet 10 minutes ago, but I just peed a bit again! It must be the juice! I don't even feel like I need to go!"
She stood up, but bowed her legs a bit, then put both hands on the inner legs of her pale pink denim shorts and pulled on them a bit, straightening them downwards and looking at them, feeling and looking for any wetness.
Dan had quickly gotten over his shock at her unexpected touching of him, and his eyes were now riveted on the crotch of Amy's shorts as well. Was this going to be the moment he'd been waiting for, Amy in wet pants?
"Serves you right Ames. That's what you get for putting your hands where they don't belong!" He laughed as he said it though.
"You're right Danny boy. It's just that those shorts are a lot more, um, revealing, than your boardies, aren't they? Wow. I'd almost forgotten what Goodnights are like. I just peed quite a bit when I laughed, but I think they did the job alright though. I feel really wet, but I think my pants are still dry." She spun around, showing Dan her backside. "I haven't got a wet arse or anything have I?"
Dan took the opportunity to lovingly stare at her bum, tightly encased in faded pink, tanned legs poking out and trailing down towards little feet in lacy white socks, while above them, a strip of tanned bare flesh, flat and smooth, revealing her hips and back. It was a mind blowing combination. He coughed lightly to clear his throat. "No Ames. Believe me. Your bum is fine. Awesome in fact."
She laughed again with him, and handed him his tea, telling him to drink it.
"OK Danny. Our plans for today! To start with, I got off easy. Sunday's usually my chores day. Mum normally makes me vacuum, do the laundry and some gardening. But because you're here, she only asked me to wash up and do some laundry. Which I had done, before I put more pissy towels in there, thanks to you! I might leave that load until we swim, them I can wash those towels and stuff as well. I'll just put the first load in the dryer."
"Ok Ames, if you're going to do that, let me grab something else."
He went to his bag and found his wet socks. "I'll throw these in as well."
"Why Daniel! How on earth did your socks get so wet? What in the world happened to cause that?" She asked with a grin. "I never asked you how your shower went. Want to tell me about it? You didn't have a little leaky did you?"
Strangely enough he didn't feel as much embarrassment as he usually would have when discussing diaper leaks and such. He just laughed, then told her all about how his big diaper had finally reached its capacity and overflowed in the shower, causing him to wash his socks out.
"Damn. I would've liked to see that," she remarked as she got the dryer started.
After that they drank their tea as they deflated and packed up the beds, then tidied and washed up. As they worked, Amy went over her plans again.
"Alright. One more toilet stop for you just in case before we go to the shop. I'm allowed two. One before, one when we get back. That should put us on a more even footing. We'll buy our drinks, and get something we can eat outside so we don't have to come back in again. Do you still want to have a smoke? I won't push you?"
Dan nodded enthusiastically. He hated himself a little bit, but he was very keen to try smoking he realised.
She continued. "We hold on as long as possible, but we both know we're gonna end up wetting ourselves anyway. But, when you do, you can't just give up and let it all out, okay? Try to stop peeing as soon as you can and keep holding."
Dan looked at her quizzically.
"I want it to be like we're little kids. A little kid will have a small accident but still try and stop to go to the loo. Also, little kids will try and ignore their wet pants and pretend it hasn't happened and hope nobody notices. It's like how you would pee in your underwear outside even with your mum around, and how I do it still, even if my mummy's home."
Again the word "mummy" had slipped into her vocabulary while she talked about wetting herself and she hadn't noticed. Dan thought it was cute, but again didn't say anything.
"I don't mean we're going to actually pretend to be kids. I mean just be like kids. We'll play around, chill out, but we won't give a shit if an accident happens. We'll just ignore it and keep mucking around instead. And of course we'll keep drinking heaps too."
Dan piped up, "It does sound like fun, but, like, why? What's the point exactly?"
"Think about it Dan! Apart from in our swimsuits, wetting ourselves has always been a big deal, particularly around other kids. Peeing in our swimsuits is the only time we can do it, and it's not seen as weird. As you know, even other kids freak out as much as grown ups if you wet yourself. It's happened a lot to both of us, and it's always bad, having too admit that yes, you've wet your pants. I want this to be like it was when I did it as a kid after school in my big, cloth nappy, or like I did then and now, and I just relax and pee in my swimsuit and it doesn't matter and nobody cares. I just think it'll be good for both of us to just relax with another kid, and not have to either wear a diaper or worry about wetting yourself! If it happens it happens! Or when! "
She paused and took a breath, a bit surprised by her own passion for the idea she had formulated. In her mind it had just been an idea for a fun game, but as she listened to herself speak, she understood that her fun game actually had a deeper reasoning behind it.
"You know Dan, I think what I want, is to just chill and have fun with my boyfriend! That's you, by the war. But I don't want to wear a nappy. I want to be a normal 14 year old, and not one who needs a diaper on. I know I'll need a swimmer on, but not a real pull up or nappy! And I know I'll leak at least, and probably wet myself, I know you won't judge me or hate me! It just won't matter! Particularly if you have an accident as well! Just imagine, being able to just relax without wearing protection, and not caring when the worst happens. It'll be no different from our childhood, except we'll be with each other instead of alone."
Dan understood what she meant. Despite the fact that Amy had been incontinent for about 8 years, and he himself had only been a bit more accident prone than normal growing up, before having real problems for the past year, he knew exactly what she meant. The chance to be normal and unprotected and not care about it, was a chance to be taken. Who knew when the next chance to socialise undiapered might be? Particularly for Amy.
He knew it was important to her, so he'd do whatever she wanted him to do. It was that simple. He agreed that it sounded like fun, and he'd go along with it.
"Alright then Danny. Let's have a drink of juice, go to the loo, and go to the shop then! Ummm, have you got another Goodnight I could borrow? This ones probably nearly full."
It was Dans turn to produce an evil smile.
"It's my turn to set some rules Ames. You've made them all weekend, but I've got one now. We'll go to the loo, then the shop, but I think you should leave that pull up on. Leave it on when we go. I dare you.!"
Amy actually smiled. Like it didn't bother her at all. "Is that your rule Danny? Ok. No problem. I'll keep it on till we get back. Let's pee, then start holding!"
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Chapter 57:
They finished cleaning up, drank their juice, and Dan went to the toilet. He pulled his pants down and sat down. He made a special effort to at first completely relax himself and drain, then put some pressure on his muscles and tried to squeeze absolutely every last drop out that he could. He stayed seated and pushing even after he finished, just to make sure he was as empty as he could possibly be. He dressed himself, washed his hands, and simply said "Ready," as he returned to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, and started drinking it with a look of determination about him.
Amy went next, and basically tried the same tactic. When she returned, she simply said "Let's do this," then drank a glass of water, and they prepared to leave.
They were halfway down the street before either of them realised that they were holding hands. Neither of them could of said exactly when or where it happened.
They went to the shop beside the gas station. Once there, Dan still had the money his mother had given him, and Amy still had some left as well, so they didn't have to hold back. They were selecting bottles of coke, iced tea, chips, biscuits and stuff, when suddenly Dan noticed a familiar face walk in. His friend Ali, from school.
"Ali! What are you doing here?"
Ali was surprised, but obviously happy to see his friend. When Dan introduced him to Amy, you could see by the look on his face how blown away he was. You could tell he was stunned by Amy's good looks, and a touch uncomfortable around pretty girls. Dan silently gloated a bit, knowing his reputation had just taken a serious boost.
As they chatted, Dan found out that his friends slumber party had been at Scott's house, only a few blocks in the other direction. As the three of them swapped adventure tales from the previous night, with Dan and Amy obviously not sharing anything too intimate, Ali made a comment about "Poor Scotty wet the bed again..."
Straight away Dan picked up on it, "Wait, what?"
Ali immediately looked bashful. "Shit! Sorry! Forget I said that. I forgot you don't know...doesn't matter."
Dan obviously couldn't let that go. "What do you mean Ali? Tell me. I won't say anything. Is Scott a bed wetter? What do you mean?"
Ali looked extremely uncomfortable. "Shit. Look. Don't say anything, ok? I forgot you don't know. Me and Matty have been friends with Scotty like forever. He can't help it, ya know? Listen. Scottys my best mate, alright? Don't you dare say anything to him, or you and me will have problems, alright? He can't help it. He wets the bed sometimes, well, most times. The three of us have been good mates since grade 2, and Matty and me are used to it. We've had sleepovers nearly every week for years, and we don't make a big deal of it. Scotts a great fella. Don't hurt him over something he can't help, or Matt and me will be pissed, got it? It's just not a big deal to us anymore, and I wasn't thinking when I said it. Promise you won't tell him I told you? He's really sensitive about it. He was really kinda relieved you didn't come to our sleepover. He totally hates people knowing he wets the bed, even though he can't help it. He seems really confident and stuff, but his night problem eats at him. It would be better if he could talk to someone, but it's not the sort of thing that's easy to talk about. When we have sleepovers, he just wears a nappy to bed and we never mention it. He's a top bloke Dan. Don't judge him on it, okay?"
Dan and Amy found themselves holding hands again. Amy prompted Dan to reply by gently squeezing his hand.
"Shit. Of course not Ali. I won't say a word. Promise. Trust me. I feel bad for him, and I'd never tease him about it. Truly."
Ali seemed still a bit worried, but also relieved as well. He said stuff that he shouldn't have, but also somehow believed Dan when he had promised not to tease him. Something just made Ali believe that Dan was telling the truth.
The three of them talked a bit longer, and Ali invited Amy and Dan over, and when they declined, he hinted about him and his friends coming to Amy's house instead.
"Sorry Ali. Dan and I have the place to ourselves for a few hours, and we're going to make the most of it," she kissed Dans cheek, "aren't we Danny?"
Dan smiled at Ali. "Sorry dude. Ames and I have some stuff planned. Maybe later?"
Ali was understanding. "Sure guys. I get it. I've gotta get back to the guys anyway. I needed to get some credit for my pre paid phone though. Remember, you don't know anything about Scotts problem. Ok?
They agreed, and after Ali left, they paid for their stuff and left as well, opening a large bottle of coke as they left, and taking turns having big drinks. They walked in silence for a minute, before the pressure of not speaking about what they had just learned got to much.
"Jeez Ames. So Scotts a bed wetter too! I wouldn't have guessed."
Amy gave an ironical laugh. "Why would you guess? Do you think that kids that look like you and I somehow look different to him because we wet the bed? Would we look like bed wetters to anyone else? Remember Danny, being a teen who wets the bed is a little bit unusual but not rare. There's lots of kids like us, and older that do it. That's why they make diapers and stuff to fit us. We're not really freaks you know, even though some people would act like it!"
"Guess you're right Ames. It's just that when I woke up yesterday, I was the only one I knew of personally, now there's two more. You and Scott. Suddenly my personal knowledge of bed wetting teenagers has liked tripled you know?"
"Maybe you should talk to him Dan. Tell him he's not alone kind of. I mean, you know what it's like. It's a huge secret to hide. At least he's got the other boys who know, and they've still accepted him. But it's a big deal for a kid to carry."
The coke got passed back and forth. "That's something I wanted to ask you Ames. Yesterday, you said that you told your class at school. Like a show and tell thing, so they would know. You said something like it's impossible to wear a nappy to school without anyone ever finding out. Do you really think that? You think I'll get found out eventually? Should I just bite the bullet and tell everyone as well?"
"Up to you Danny. For me, I have very very limited bladder control. I'm leaking and dribbling all day, and need to change at school. Plus, with my stomach problems, I need the teachers to know that if I ask to go, they need to let me, like right away. You're a bit different really. You've got some control and can manage it if you're careful. You have so far anyway. But I'll guarantee you, one day you'll slip up and have a big accident and not just a leak. It happened 3 times already at your last school, and it'll happen again. If you have a diaper failure, you'll end up with wet pants, and the other kids will find out then. I don't want to be negative, but it will happen one day, unless of course your bladder starts catching up."
Dan nodded morosely at this. He knew she was right. He was only delaying the inevitable.
Amy saw his face fall, and gave his hand a squeeze.
"You know what I'd do Dan? It wouldn't be easy, but I'd get Ali and Matt aside, and tell them about your own bed wetting, and tell them you want to talk to Scott about it. Maybe they can break the ice first, and he wouldn't find out that Ali had told you about him. They could say you told them about yourself as a reason you didn't want to go to his slumber party. Then, when you guys are all together, you could tell them all how it's more than a bed wetting thing, and how you need protection all the time!"
"Dunno if I could tell them Ames. I still don't know them very well. I haven't ever hung around with em after school or anything. Scotts party was the first time they invited me anywhere. If I tell them, and they freak, it'll go through the school like wildfire, and all the kids there will be laughing at me, just like at my old school."
"But Danny, they might not either. I realise they've known Scott a long time, but they accepted him. He even wears nappies to bed around them! It doesn't seem like they have a problem with him! And, as I said, eventually your secret will come out. It'll only take a kid from your old school to tell someone from St Marks, and your secret will be out anyway."
She could see he was seeing the logic, but was unsure still.
"Danny my love. I can't tell you what to do. I can only tell you what I did, and it worked for me. If you do come clean, you're still gonna cop some shit. No doubt. Some kids are just assholes, and will give you a hard time. But think of it as a pre-emptive strike! You pick how they find out about it. Do they find out when they see you in wet pants, or when you tell them. It sounds to me like you've got at least 3 boys already who would stick by you, or at least not bully you. If you got them on your side first, then you could tell the rest of them. Wouldn't be easy, that's for sure. But it could be easier than them finding out the hard way."
They were now walking through the playground with the fort in it. Amy passed him the bottle.
"You know Dan, I'd be with you when you told them. That is, if you wanted me to be. If we did it together, I wouldn't care if they found out about me! I don't know em, and so many people know about my problems already, 3 more boys wouldn't matter. We could both admit to our incontinence, and with Scott already being a bed wetter, they might have some understanding that we don't like have Measles or anything, and they might accept us. They might not either. Won't know unless you try though!"
The boy sighed. "I suppose you're right. It would be better if I told them instead of wetting myself in front of them, and them then finding out that way. Plus, knowing about Scott kinda gives me an excuse to bring it up first. If I could get them onside first, it would be easier to tell other kids. It's just I miss having friends Ames. I had friends I grew up with who don't talk to me anymore after I wet myself at the beach. Guys I've known since primary school. I thought THEY were my friends, but they didn't want to be seen as being friends with a kid who wets his pants at school, and I knew them for years beforehand, and not just like a month or so!"
"But you never told them Dan. If you had told them you were having problems, they might of reacted differently and stood up for you! I don't know them, but they don't sound like good mates to me!"
"And if I did tell them, you'd come to? And like be with me? I'd like that. I wouldn't expect you to tell them about yourself, but it would be great if they saw that you accepted me, even with my problems."
"Of course I would Danny. That's what a girl does for her guy, she supports him! Like I said, it wouldn't bother me telling them about me anyway. If they didn't like me, stiff shit. Wouldn't be the first time other kids have judged me. I'm a bit more hardened to it than you, I guess."
As they walked along in silence again, by now having left the fort behind and approaching a bench, Amy said "Dan, I've got a little problem. I think I'm about to leak, and this kiddie pull up is already saturated cause you wouldn't let me change it. Let me just stand still for a moment."
Amy put one hand on the back of the bench and stood still for a moment. She took a deep breath and sort of shuddered, placing her free hand between her legs for a moment.
"Urrghh. I just dribbled Dan. And I think my pants are wet!"
Dan looked at her pink shorts.
On the inside of her right leg was a dark wet spot, the size and shape of an egg.
"C'mon Dan. We have to hurry now. I'm about to have a big accident!"
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Chapter 58:
They hurried from the park and headed towards Amy's house. Dan carried the heaviest bag with the bottles of soda, and Amy carried the lighter one with the snacks it it. She tried to hold it in front of her pants as she walked, but still not look suspicious. She thought that she wasn't doing a very good job of it though. They were no longer holding hands, the pace was now too quick for that.
Amy was muttering loud enough for Dan too hear. "I can't believe it. I peed myself a bit first, then went to the toilet and like totally emptied myself, like when? 20 minutes ago? I know I've been drinking heaps all morning, and that getting desperate IS the idea, but really? Come on, this is ridiculous. I mean, like how much could I possibly build up in less than half an hour? This is stupid! Like this stupid kiddies Goodnight you made me wear! Fair go, it's full already. How the hell do you trust these stupid things?"
Dan laughed at her anger. "What's the matter little Amy? Need to do a big wee do you? Better not wee in those pink shorts sweetie, your little pull ups already a bit wet!"
She flashed him a dirty look, prepared to snap at him. But when she saw the humour on his face, she broke her bad mood at once and smiled with him. "Okay smart arse. I deserve it. But man I need to....gooooo," she drew the last syllable out.
Dan turned to look, and she had frozen solid, knees clamped together, while suddenly chewing on her thumb.
"Daaan, I leaked again!"
Dans first reaction was to look at her shorts. But he couldn't even see the wet spot that he knew was there while she held her thighs together, let alone any fresh ones.
But as intrigued and excited as he was with the mental image of Amy wetting her shorts, he knew he would see it eventually, and she was starting to stress about a public accident. She was clearly worried, and he didn't want her too get upset. He didn't mind teasing her for fun, but he had no desire to see her publicly embarrassed, or even worse, humiliated. He himself had suffered that and worse when he wet himself at the beach in front of his class, and he hated the idea of Amy going through it as well.
"Ames! Give me the bag and run home. You're nearly there! I'll catch up, but you go now!"
She complied without argument, thrusting the bag at him before turning and running off. Not really running he thought, more like speed walking with a hand between her legs. He still admired the view she gave from back on as she hurried away, using her free hand to dig for her keys. He saw her run up her driveway and only pause briefly to unlock the door in admirable time. He walked in the door perhaps 30 seconds behind her, apparently in the toilet already.
Dan quickly considered sneaking outside and having a quick pee in the garden, just to extend his holding time a bit, but decided against it. He'd play fair. Besides, he didn't need to go badly. At least not yet. Instead of peeing, he took another drink instead. He thought "2 teas, 2 or 3 juices, water, coke, it's not even lunchtime! Should slow down......" But he had another drink instead.
Soon after, he heard the toilet flush, and Amy appeared not long after that. She seemed to be blushing, and was obviously hiding the front of her pants as much as possible. She held a hand there, and kept her legs together.
Dan could tell by her cheeky smile that she was hiding something, and it was pretty obvious what it probably was. She hadn't made it on time. He felt his pulse racing in anticipation and swallowed softly.
Amy smiled sweetly and said "Danny, I had a little accident. I did a bit of a wee in my pants before I got to the toilet. Look!" She then put a thumb in her mouth.
She pulled her other hand back and opened her legs a bit. Dan could see a large wet spot on the inside of both her legs, ending in a straight line at the top of each, keeping a dry patch in the middle. It looked like her (his) Goodnight had leaked from both leg guards.
Dan felt himself react to the sight of her in her wet shorts. He knew his reaction was probably obvious to her again, but he couldn't help it. He felt like he may explode. The urge to at least adjust himself was huge, but he resisted. Basically he wasn't brave enough to even touch himself briefly at that moment for fear of what might happen. He swallowed again, and made an effort to keep his cool and sound casual.
"That isnt fair Ames. I thought we were going to hold on together and stuff. If we had an accident it'd be in front of each other. Now you've been a naughty girl without me," he smiled to show he wasn't serious, "and I was really looking forward to watching you pee in those shorts to! It's definitely unfair. I might not go in front of you now! See how you like it!"
She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry sweetie. But wetting myself in the middle of the public street isn't part of the deal. But don't worry about missing out. I'll change into other nice shorts that I think you'll like, when I put my swimmer on. I wasn't ever going to swim in these, but I didn't want to wear my swimming shorts to the shop. They're a bit.....kinda short and revealing. This pink ones were a temporary thing. Hey! And why complain? You're seeing them wet anyway! And I'm just going to leave them, and the wet pull up on for a little while. This is what I've been waiting for, the chance to just be wet and not care! It feels kinda embarrassing, but, what's the word? Liberating! That's it! Liberating. I can walk around in my wet pants and not give a stuff!" She paused before adding "But seriously, we need to get these pull ups off, and change into regular knickers or at the most a swim nappy. When either of us wet again, I don't want it wasted in a pull up next time."
"What do you think Dan? Undies or swimmers?"
Having snapped back from the somehow intoxicating sight of Amy's wet shorts, he was able to think clearly enough to formulate a sensible repy. "I don't mind Ames. I bought one pair of briefs to wear under these" he motioned to his footy shorts, "because boxers are too long and stick out the bottom."
Amy laughed. "It must be an Aussie thing. The short little shorts I mean. Not many Kiwis wear them like that! It's not like I'm complaining you know. Like I kinda pointed out in the kitchen before, you look good in them. Like you do now."
Dan realised then that his current level of excitement must be physically obvious again, causing him to blush, for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the past 24 hours.
"Okay. That's settled. We'll take our pull ups off, put normal undies on, and I'll change my shorts. We'll keep on drinking, and take the party outside!"
"You starting to feel the urge to pee yet, Catholic boy? I didn't empty all of it. So I've got some building up already!"
Dan admitted he was just starting to get a little urge, and agreed to get changed. He took his bag into the bathroom, while Amy went to her bedroom. He quickly removed his pull up, and inspected it thoroughly for any signs of wetness, and finding none. He folded it up, and stashed it in his bag. He found his briefs, and dressed himself again. Once more he contemplated sneaking a pee. This time in the shower. But he realised that he wouldn't be able to turn the shower on to rinse it out, or else Amy would hear it and wonder why the shower was on. He decided to just take his punishment like a man. If a mans punishment was to wet his pants in front of a pretty girl that is.
As he left the bathroom, he met Amy in the hall. She still had the midriff exposing pink t-shirt on, but she was now wearing a tiny pair of cotton shorts. Sort of halfway between loose jogging shorts or bathing suit shorts. They were high cut, pale sky blue, and had white trim on the legs and waist. She had taken her shoes off, but left her lacy white ankle socks on. Dan wondered if that was for his benefit, and wouldn't have been shocked to find out that it was.
"This is exciting Dan! I'm wearing regular panties! My pink teddy bear ones! I haven't just worn panties for sooo long! It's like being naked!" She started to calm down a bit, and motioned to the plastic bag she was holding. "Let me dump this, and empty the diaper bin too cause it's getting full with 2 of us using it, then I'll set up some music and stuff outside. Do you want to prepare the snacks and stuff? I'll do the bin and dig out my cigarettes! But remember, mummy said I've got to have a swimmer on before I go in the pool. You don't have to of course, but I'd like you to try one with me. We'll put em on later though."
They were done quickly, and made a couple of trips carrying the necessities outside. Before they went out for the last time, Amy added a request.
"Oh, and Dan, bring your pacifier..." |
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Dan couldn't keep his eyes off Amy in her little shorts. They weren't much bigger than bikini bottoms, just a bit longer and baggier. The inside legs only hung down perhaps 3 inches, and they were tight across her bottom. He knew the pale blue would show off even the slightest wetness. It didn't help his concentration at all when she pulled her t-shirt off, leaving herself wearing just a matching light blue with white piping bikini top, which accentuated her growing breasts. Her smooth, flat stomach, evenly tanned all over, with just some small scarring visible across her abdomen, was a sight to behold. She had left her socks on though, and the combination was making Dans head spin. Amy was simply gorgeous, and the added stimulation of her little socks, added to the fact that he was going to see her wet her little blue shorts was almost too much too bear. He was seriously worried he would end up having an orgasm in his pants at the slightest touch. That would be a lot more embarrassing than just peeing in his pants.
Amy had bought a bowl of ice out, and made them a cold ice tea. She of course was aware of the effect she was having on Dan, and was quite frankly enjoying it. She'd spent so long feeling like a freak amongst her peers, and either trying to hide her accidents or her protection under dark coloured skirts or dresses, or occasionally dark baggy pants like sweats, that the opportunity to actually wear light colours and the sort of tighter, more revealing clothes like what her friends favoured, was a chance to be taken with both hands. While she was probably a hell of a lot less vain than a lot of teenage girls, it was a massive boost for her fragile ego to realise that this cute boy found her attractive. His tight shorts and current lack of padding making his attraction obvious again. She wondered absentmindedly if all boys their age spent as much time aroused as what Dan seemed to. She thought it was cute.
She was also putting together the final pieces of her plan to get revenge on him for making her pee on the kitchen floor. She thought she might have an idea.
They started drinking their tea with determination. This was the holding contest, it had started. Amy had just used the toilet so was currently empty, but seemed to be filling up fast, if her accident on the way back from the shop was any indication. She figured she would be good for perhaps half an hour or so, providing she didn't sneeze, cough, or laugh too hard.
Dan, on the other hand was a bit more worried. He hadn't peed since before they had left, almost an hour ago. He was just starting to feel a fullness developing in his bladder. He didn't actually feel like he "needed" to go yet, but he knew that he could if he tried. But he also knew that once he did start feeling a need, his time would be limited. He accepted the fact that he was going to eventually wet himself, but he really wanted Amy to lose control first. He thought that if she lost control before he did, it wouldn't matter so much when it was his turn. Also, his mind kept overloading with pent up teenage hormones. He thought Amy was just so freaking hot, he kept finding himself trying to constantly battle a series of erections, and he knew his tight shorts and lack of a pull up didn't hide it very well.
Amy produced some sunscreen, and started applying it. "Lose the shirt Danny boy! Get some sun on that body!"
"Nah. I dunno Ames. I might leave my shirt on. I kinda feel a bit, um, shy I suppose showing of my stomach. I'm a bit, ah, a lot more chubbier than you...."
"Don't be so bloody silly Dan! You've got to take it off. I won't be able to rub lotion on your back if you don't, so I couldn't let you rub mine. And I sorta want you to...."
That was all the encouragement he needed, and he removed his shirt. In reality he wasn't actually fat at all, he just had a little chubby fat roll around his tummy and hips, but he was definitely carrying more excess weight than he was used to. His lack of physical activity over the last year was just starting to show, and he knew it, and was self conscious about it. But, if Amy wanted him to go shirtless, he would.
They stood beside it other and started rubbing the sunscreen on, just doing their own bodies first. Amy was slyly looking at Dans body the whole time. She didn't understand what he was shy about. She thought he looked hot. Yes, he had a tiny tummy roll, but he was still a lot skinnier than a lot of kids these days. She didn't get to see many boys shirtless. Because of her condition, she didn't frequent the beach or other people's pools, so the male body was still a thrill for her.
She noticed he had a little bit of hair growing under his arms. Not a lot, but a small bit in each armpit. They both put a foot up on opposite sides of the same chair, and started rubbing their legs with cream. She saw his legs were nearly hairless, with just a few stragglers starting to emerge above his ankles. She couldn't help but wonder if he was growing much pubic hair yet, but obviously would never ask. His arms and upper lip were both still smooth. She figured what she had been told in sex-ed must be true. Girls did develop a bit quicker than boys. She herself had been shaving her legs and armpits for over a year, and had even trimmed her pubes once. Interesting, she thought.
"Spin around Dan. I'll do your back," she said.
Dan was wary. He strongly suspected that a tickle attack on his ribs was coming. He knew she was plotting something against him. But he still only had a mild urge to pee, and he thought he could hold on. Plus, he would have to rub her back as well, so even if she did attack him, he'd be able to seek revenge for himself then. He gave her the benefit of the doubt, and turned around.
Amy squirted lotion on his shoulders and started to rub it in. She used strong, but gentle pressure, and rubbed his whole back from neck to above his butt. She rubbed his ribs and hips smoothly, but made no effort at all to tickle or jab him. The boy felt like he was in heaven. Her gentle caress only intensifiying his desire. She finished up by wrapping her arms around him from behind, and leaning her oily front against his oily back, and placing her hands on his hairless chest, then giving him a big cuddle from behind.
It was finished all to soon, and Dan was glad she had to turn around and not face him, as his shorts were poking out noticeably at the front, and there was the smallest wet spot showing at the end of his erection.
He returned the favour in kind, rubbing the lotion all over her, then cuddling her from behind. He made sure he didn't rub his pelvic area over her buttocks though. He felt that could end badly.
They stopped and smiled at each other. Both amazed at just how comfortable they had become in each other's presence. They were both slightly flushed and breathless, and Dan was pleased to take the opportunity to sit down and cross his legs, hiding his excitement. Amy sat opposite, and again topped up their glasses. They really were hammering the drinks down, and the anticipation of what was going to happen, and who would be the first to succumb when their bladders filled was immense. Amy was banking on Dan getting desperate first. If she could outlast him for a while longer, she could put her plan into action. |
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They relaxed in silence. Both of them sat back, quietly contemplating their bladders. Neither had a lot of time or control when nature called, and they were silently eyeing each other off, trying to determine if the other was feeling the twinge or not.
Amy broke the silence. "So dan, what sort of undies are you wearing? I told you mine. The pink cotton ones with teddy bears. They don't hold much in if I leak. What about you?"
"Mum gets me these cotton ones with like extra panels on the front. Kinda like old men's tighty whities, but they're coloured instead. They help it if I leak only a drop or two. If I do more than leak they're not much good."
Sitting in the middle of the table was the denim bag Amy had taken to the hospital with her yesterday. In truth, it was mainly a diaper bag, used to carry Amy's spare diapers, wet wipes, hand wash disinfectant, and a spare change of clothes. At the moment, it held two towels, two swim diapers, Amy's pink shorts, a blue pacifier, and a half empty packet of cigarettes with a lighter.
She emptied all but the swim diapers out, handing him a towel. Without saying a word, she popped Dans pacifier into her mouth and stood up.
Dan stiffened with shock. From what he knew, Amy was about to wet her pants. Instead of her thumb, she'd chosen his dummy instead, like she had last night. He sat forward, but still kept his legs crossed, feeling more excited than ever. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
Amy smiled, without taking the dummy out. She opened her legs slightly, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. She leaned forward, then picked up her pink shorts with the matching wet stains on the legs, then walked to the nearby clothesline where she pegged them upside down, giving the wet area maximum sunlight with which to dry. After returning to her seat, she took out the pacifier and remarked "Those things really are great, aren't they Danny? I do believe I'm gonna have to get one myself!"
She placed it back in the bag, and smiled innocently at him. "So, how are you doing, Danny boy? Need to pee yet? Want another top up?"
After which she refilled his glass.
"God Amy. I thought you were, I'm mean was going to, um, like you'd given up or..... "
She laughed, but was careful not to laugh too hard. "Did you think you'd win that easy? No chance mate! I can barely feel it!" With that statement she drained her own glass and refilled it. This was strategy on her behalf. By draining the small amount theatrically and refilling her glass, she hoped to distract him and make him think that she was serious. But if she got the chance, she would try and tip it out slowly and not drink it.
She motioned to his full glass with her empty one, and he picked it up and took three big gulps, not realising he had just drunk perhaps three times more than she had. "I'm fine Ames. No problem here. I just thought with the paci and all that you'd quit, that's all."
He suddenly found himself gently squeezing his crotch. It was only a quick squeeze, and he quickly dropped his hand away, but he knew what it meant. It meant he needed to pee, at least subconsciously. Sometimes his body reacted to his need before he was aware that he had one. He often found himself distracted, and the next thing he knew he'd crossed his legs or held himself before he'd even been aware that he'd needed to go.
That was a bad sign. It meant an urgent need that he would feel wasn't far away. He was on his way now.
Quick as his light grab had been, it hadn't been too quick for Amy to notice. She smiled to herself. She'd told the truth earlier, she had managed to hold a bit back when she'd gone to the toilet before. Admittedly it hadn't been much, but it didn't take much for her to fill up at the best of times. She had been regretting doing so, but now knew Dan was in front of her in the urgency stakes. So long as she was careful, she could win this. Her plan might just work.
"So Dan. About the smoking. I've got em there if you want to try em. But please Dan, don't do it just because you said you would. It's okay if you don't want to. You don't like to have to like impress me or anything. I don't care if you've changed your mind or something. It's cool."
"I want to try it Amy. I'm a bit pissed at myself for wanting to, but I do. I always said I'd never smoke, but I really, really want to try it now!"
He squeezed himself again, but didn't even notice he'd done so. Amy noticed though, and she took another exaggerated small swallow and gestured for him to follow suit. Again he drank deep, almost draining his glass. Amy held onto hers, below the table, to prevent Dan from seeing it was still nearly full. There was a pot plant near her chair, and she was subtly eyeing it off as a place to pour out most of her glass.
"These are the really mild ones Dan," she said as she held up the cigarettes. "They're a bit easier on the throat when you're not used to it, and you might not cough. It so,not as much anyway."
She suddenly put her full glass down on the chair beside her, out of Dans eyeline. She plunged both hands into her lap and bent forward, sucking in a deep breath between clenched teeth. "Oh Danny. Danny. Oh.......No. I'm alright," she said shakily as she remained hunched over. "Oh boy! That was close! I thought I'd lost then!"
In reality, she still wasn't desperate, and her need hadn't increased more than marginally. But now Dan thought she was close to peeing, he may become more complacent. Plus he'd hopefully forgotten her drink glass, which was now hidden safely out of sight.
She continued, "Dan, can you do me a favour and see if there's an ashtray or old can on the barbecue over there?"
Excited and keen to help, Dan jumped up straight away and walked away from the table towards the barbecue. As soon as he had taken a couple of steps, Amy emptied over three quarters of her glass into the pot plant, placing the now near empty glass back in front of her on the table. Dan had just picked up something from the barbecue. A tin can with no lid, an ashtray. He waved it proudly as he walked back to the table, absent mindedly pulling at the front of his shorts for a second with his free hand.
"Good-o Daniel! We're set! Let's have another drink, then we'll have a smoke. She swallowed the last drops in hers, then refilled it, waiting expectantly for him to finish his, which he did. He got topped up and took another big sip.
Amy stood up, and jiggled on the spot for a moment, putting one socked foot on top of the other, and wincing a bit. "We better hurry Dan. I'm really feeling it now! Be honest, how are you going?"
Dan kept standing now Amy had stood up, but he seemed to be having trouble standing still. He kept shifting his weight from one bare foot to the other, while he fiddled with the hem on his shorts. He didn't hold his crotch, but he kept gently tugging at the outer leg of his shorts as he bobbed around. She noticed his knees were also kept close together.
"Me too Ames. The huge amount we're drinking, it's no wonder. I can't believe you're not more desperate. We've been drinking the same!"
"Don't worry Dan. I'm just as desperate as you are. Drink up, and we'll do it."
They both drank, but again she held back. She placed her hardly touched drink down, grabbed her smokes, said "C'mon!" and walked past him. They didn't go far, but stopped only about 10 meters away, at the side gate of the house.
Pretending she was bursting, she crossed her legs and bent over, whimpering a bit as she did. She didn't want to overplay it, she just wanted him to believe she was nearly spent, and make him think he wouldn't have long to wait. He was more likely to slip up if he was confident that an easy victory would be his.
"Hang on. Forgot our drinks. I'll get them," and she walked back past him holding herself between the legs of her little shorts, looking as desperate as could be. Once there, she again emptied most of her drink, grabbed Dans glass, and a fresh bottle of drink, Coke this time, and headed back. She handed him his drink, finished hers, and opened the Coke.
"Jesus Ames. Where are you putting it? I don't think I can drink anymore. I'm absolutely full. And busting as well," he admitted.
"What? Can't keep up with an incontinent girl huh?" She filled her glass with Coke, and stared challengingly at him.
He sighed and drained his glass again, and accepting a Coke refill.
Dan was now openly holding himself with his hand. He knew it was obvious, he knew he looked like a little boy who didn't know where the potty is, but he didn't care. That wasn't entirely true. He did care, but he couldn't help it. The pressure he was putting on his penis was helping him to not wet himself. Amy was still dry, despite drinking the same huge amount that he had. She would wet first. She was obviously busting.
Despite her best efforts to not drink to much, Amy found herself needing to pee again. It had only just hit her, but now it was here, the end was nigh. If she stood any chance of winning, she had to act now.
She opened the cigarettes, took one herself, and offered one to Dan, who took one with a nervously shaking hand, and shifting from leg to leg.
Amy herself was nervous and excited as well. She'd only smoked a handful of times herself, and always alone. This was her first time of doing the highly illicit deed with someone else. She was starting to do the potty dance as well now. Her hand just seemed to find its own way into her crotch, without any help from her at all, thank you very much. She tried not to show either her excitement or urgency too much though.
"Right Dan. I like to stand here behind the gate for good reason. One, it's a totally safe place to hide. None of the neighbors can see this bit at all because of the house and the fences. Two, I can see over the gate and watch the road. If anyone pulls into the driveway I'll probably see them first. Three, I can tell mums car a mile off. I'll usually hear it coming down the road when I'm outside."
"We stand here and smoke, flick all the ash and butts into the can, and if anyone comes I'll stash the tin in the yard quickly. We will have a drink and some chips ASAP to rinse our mouths out. Got it?"
Dan just nodded, but had an excited look on his face.
"Don't try to draw the smoke in straight away Dan. Just get some in your mouth and blow it out a few times to get used to it. You'll choke if you try a drawback straight off. Alright! Here goes!"
She lit both cigarettes, hers first. "Like this Danny!" She took a small mouthful, didn't inhale, then blew it out. Dan watched, then tentatively copied her, not inhaling the smoke, just tasting it. He was surprised to find he liked the taste. Others had told him it was terrible, but he thought he could put up with it.
After a few light puffs along those lines, Amy continued the lesson.
"Now, to actually smoke properly, you need to do the drawback. This is when it can make you cough. Take a little puff, just a little one, then gently breathe in, and draw it back. Like this...."
She performed the dangerous art without coughing. Which she was glad about. If she had of coughed, she would've wet her pants for sure. She wondered if boys, Dan in particular, ever peed themselves when they coughed. She decided to ask him later.
Dan tried the drawback. He took the smoke in, held it, and exhaled without coughing. He grinned at Amy, and did it again, almost gloating with pleasure.
It was now time to put her plan into action.
She waited for him to start his next inhale, then glanced over the gate before swivelling around with a look of pure terror on her face. She grabbed his arm in a panic, and hissed at him urgently.
"Danny! Your uncle Steve and your mum are here. Steves parked on the street! They're back early!"
Dan was just in the act of inhaling when she grabbed him. He didn't choke, but he sputtered for a second. What she had said didn't make sense. They couldn't be here yet. They weren't due for hours! He looked at Amy, looked at the half smoked cigarettes burning away in their hands, and he panicked.
"Amy" he hissed. "They can't be! Not this early!"
"Dan! They must've left early! We're screwed!"
Dan felt a sudden familiar warmth spreading across his crotch. |
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Dan froze, feeling the warmth spreading around his genitals. He panicked, forgetting about the ash tray and just threw his smoke away quickly instead. He grabbed himself with his right hand, and felt the wet fabric on the front of his shorts. He crossed his legs and attempted to bend over in an effort to stop the flow, but it was too late. He was peeing into his hand. It only took seconds for his shorts to start leaking, and he felt hot urine literally start flowing through his fingers and start running down his legs.
Amy stood transfixed at the sight. Dan was hunched over, a waterfall flowing through his fingers, a river running down both legs, and a lake forming between his feet. He had been looking down at the resulting flood with an expression of absolute horror on his face, and now he raised his head and made eye contact with her, his mouth slightly open in shock.
"Danny! Did you wet your pants? You did! Look at you!"
"For Christs sake Amy! Don't just stand there," he hissed, go and hide the stuff. I've gotta jump in the pool!"
Still holding himself, he started to run past her, leaving a big wet trail of drips behind him, and a path of wet footprints as well, pee still dripping from his clenched hand. But Amy grabbed his arm tightly, stopping his progress.
"Danny! What's the rush mate? We've got all day to swim. Just relax."
"Please Ames. Mums going to freak if she knows we're smoking!"
Amy tried not too laugh, but couldn't help it. "Oh Danny! It's probably a good thing that she's not here then, isn't it?" A fit of giggling escaped her.
Dan didn't understand. He had only two things on his mind, hiding the evidence of their smoking experiment, and the feeling of saturated cloth under his hand, which was still dripping down his bare legs. Funnily enough the fact that he'd just wet his pants wasn't his top priority for a change.
But suddenly, what she had just said, clicked with him. He stopped trying to get away, and looked at her with a dawning realisation. She had tricked him.
Amy lost it altogether. "Gotcha Catholic boy! I win! You wet yourself before I did!"
The look of sudden comprehension growing on his face was priceless. He was now becoming aware that he had been tricked, and was now standing in front of her holding his wet pants like a little boy would. It was too much for her. The laughter erupted from deep inside her, and she couldn't seem to make it stop. The look of helplessness that Dan had on his face was priceless, and she started giggling uncontrollably.
It didn't take long for her too feel the same growing warmth in her shorts like he had. She couldn't stop giggling, and a pee trail snaked it's way down her leg.
"I won Danny! But it's too late now, I'm gonna wet myself!"
She spread her legs wide, but didn't hold herself like he had. She did put her left thumb in her mouth, and kept eye contact with him as she gave it only a quick suck before she lost all control.
Dan was watching her. He hadn't even had time to really process the fact that she'd tricked him. He was super aware of the feeling of wet fabric under his hand, and the wetness on his legs and feet, but before he could speak, she had started sucking her thumb with her legs spread wide while standing only a few feet away, and announced she was wetting herself.
He saw that first pee trail escape, then suddenly a huge dark rose blossomed on the pale blue fabric between her legs. She straightened up, not even concerned with the fact that she had pee running down both her legs and quickly soaking her lacy white socks. She spread her feet just enough to keep them from the quickly forming puddle, but gave no indication of trying to stem the flood.
As Dan watched in awe, he saw the dark blue rose getting bigger, and making its way up the front of her shorts, making it look like a boy had wet himself while wearing them, a big wet patch covering the front as well as between her legs.
He still had his hand on his own wet patch, and felt his boyhood again straining against the tight wet fabric of his pants. He left his hand there, unconsciously giving himself a squeeze as he watched, completely entranced.
"Gottastop gottastop gottastop," she murmured, " ahhh, there...." She breathed a sigh of relief. "I've stopped, and I've still got some left! How about you?"
Finally getting a handle on the situation, he ignored her question.
"You tricked me? Mums not here? I believed you! That scared the shit out of me!"
She laughed again. "Well not exactly shit Dan, but I sure scared something out of you" she gestured to his wet pants "didn't I?"
Dan had to smile. Even though he'd lost, he had to admire her efforts in tricking him.
"You bitch! That was a low act Ames! Not really very fair you know? You just took advantage of me I think!"
"All's fair in war or pee holding competitions Catholic boy! I got you a beauty didn't I? Told ya I would. Now we're square from your little kitchen prank!"
"Yeah. Fair enough I guess. You got me. I don't ever remember being that scared before. I really thought we'd been sprung. I totally believed you! All I could think about was hiding the smoke I was holding, and as soon as I'd stopped focusing on my bladder, it just let go. I didn't even realise I was weeing in my pants at first, but by the time I did realise, it was too late."
"So, answer my question Dan. DO you have any left, or are you empty now?"
"I'm not empty Ames. I lost most of it, but I stopped peeing before I'd completely emptied. Why?"
"Cause as I said before Dan. We're gonna do it again. We'll just hang around for a while and let our pants dry, but we'll keep drinking," she checked her phone, "it's only 12:30. We've got a couple of hours of playtime left yet. I want to watch you wet yourself at least once more before we put our swim diapers on! Do you agree?"
Dan couldn't remember a time when he'd ever felt more agreeable. |
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They walked back to the table, and Amy said "Drag the chairs out into the sun. We'll dry off quicker. I know that these shorts dry really fast, and I guess those shorts of yours do too, or don't they?"
Dan was surprised with himself, but he actually felt extremely minimal embarrassment. He'd just wet his pants in front of a gorgeous girl, and not just any gorgeous girl, but his girlfriend. But if he was asked to describe his feelings, he would have admitted to a little embarrassment, but not much, no actual shame whatsoever, but a sort of guilty pleasure. Guilty not because he had wet himself, but because he was turned on by Amy wetting herself. He'd been waiting for it all day, and when it had happened, he'd really liked it. He also felt a bit strange because he was now standing around in wet pants, as was his girlfriend, and he wasn't uncomfortable about it.
She was right. It did feel liberating.
"Yeah Ames, they do dry pretty fast. That's why I like wearing them for swimming. Their like a nylon type of thing, they dry quicker than my boardies."
They sat in the sun, and he found himself haltingly telling her what he'd been thinking. He had trouble finding the exact words, but she immediate understood exactly what he meant. She felt the same. They knew it was wrong, and wetting your pants in front of other people normally wasn't a nice thing, and it made you feel bad afterwards, but not this time. It was like she had predicted, it did feel good to have a real accident and not care about it. To just laugh it off as inconsequential. It didn't matter if their shorts were wet, they would both ignore it, and enjoy it. Subconsciously they had realised that they both liked the look of each other in their wet pants, so neither of them felt it necessary to suggest a swim or change of clothes. In fact, they were both silently happy to keep each other looking wet for as long as possible. If that meant staying wet yourself, then so be it.
Amy topped up their glasses again. "Well, we certainly know how to make a mess, don't we?"
Dan followed her gaze. Just inside the gate was a puddle on the cement, right where he'd been standing when he'd started wetting himself. Leading from that puddle, was a set of boy sized wet footprints, complete with a trail of drops, leading to a much smaller puddle. This small puddle, was right beside another large puddle, with girl sized footprints leading towards Amy's chair.
He had to agree with her on that, and they continued drinking, already preparing for the next round.
They sat back without talking for a moment, both of them keeping their legs spread to maximise the drying powers of the sun, but just enjoying the music that was playing from Amy's iPod dock, as well as the icy cold Coke. Amy used the hand sanitizer, and passed it to Dan for him to use.
"You know Ames, I don't know why, but I love the look when you wear socks. I can't explain it, but there's something really cute about you in socks."
She smiled. "I had a feeling you liked it Dan. That's why I'm wearing them now."
A look passed between them. Dan knew now that Amy had picked up on his weird attraction, and had accomodated it. He knew then that she must really like him after all!
Amy was thinking "Dan is comfortable enough now to tell me he likes things about me! He must really like me after all!"
After some silence, Dan asked "Amy, have you ever seen any big kids like us wet their pants? I haven't. When we talked about it before, we only talked about times when we were little. I guess that's what shocked me so much about Scott. Until yesterday I hadn't ever heard of another teenager wetting their bed, even though I knew it happened of course, but I'd never personally knew of any other kid who did. And I sure haven't ever seen or heard of any other big kids wetting themselves during the day! That's why my accident at the beach was such a big deal. It was so unusual I guess.
"Not often Danny. But I have seen it."
Dan looked intrigued.
"In my first week at my new school this year, I saw another year 7 girl have an accident. I needed to go during class, so of course the teacher let me. I was hurrying to the loo, but we were in the science lab, and it's not part of the main building, so I had to follow the path around the side. I was about to turn the corner, when I saw another year 7 girl named Nikki standing on the grass beside the path, in a quiet area. I saw her standing with her back to me, and suddenly start peeing flat out on the ground. She stood up straight, but sort of held her dress up and peed through her panties. I stopped and watched, and she never saw me. She just walked on into the toilet block. When I walked in, she was washing her hands at the sink. We both said hello, then she left."
Amy paused. "After I peed, I checked the rubbish bins, but didn't find any wet knickers. She either wasn't wearing any, or she left them on afterwards. Every time I see her, I want too tell her about how I saw her wet herself, and ask her if it was an accident or not. But I can't do that of course."
"Apart from that, no, I haven't seen any other teenagers wet their pants," she grinned at him, "until today!"
Dan grinned at that, but didn't speak. He picked up his phone and checked it, finding a Facebook message from his friends, demanding a photo update of what Amy and him were doing. He smiled, and turned to Amy to tell her. But what he saw, stopped him cold.
Amy was looking at him, pacifier in her mouth, her previously drying shorts now soaked again, and big droplets falling from her chair into a big puddle underneath it.
"Oops! I had an accident," she said, as she smiled around the dummy in between her lips. |
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Amy remained seated. A small but steady trickle feeding the pool under her chair. Her legs were still wide open, and Dan could see the stream making its way through her pants before pooling briefly on the plastic chair then finding its way through the holes and running down. She had her feet pointed down as she sat, and the toes of her little white socks were in the puddle, but she made no effort to move them away. Again he felt his boyhood stiffen, and even gently spasm a little bit. For just a second he thought he had reached a climax in his pants, but then decided that while he was close to doing so, he hadn't done so yet. But he was transfixed by the sight.
"That wasn't an accident! You did that on purpose!"
She smiled broadly and removed the pacifier. "Yeah. You're right Dan. I did!" She let that statement sink in before she continued. "I was kinda wondering how much I had left, so I let go for just a second or so to see what would happen. But I must've been holding more than I thought. It just started squirting out, so I decided to just let it happen. I always like wetting myself in my nappy when I'm sitting down, but as you found out last night, it can be dangerous because of leaks. But the feeling of warmth spreading through the back of my nappy and around my butt always feels so nice. So I thought I'd try it sitting down in just my pants instead! And it does feel nice!"
Dan asked "What do you normally do when you go in your swimsuit or shorts? Do you stand or sit?"
"I normally always stand. If I do it on purpose and it's not accidental that is. I usually go to the other side of the pool and either stand or squat on the grass, where mummy can't see me. If I'm sitting down and start having a real accident, I always jump up real quick so I don't make a mess like this!"
With that statement she splashed her socks in the puddle.
"But it felt sooo good to just sit in a chair and wet myself on purpose! You've gotta try it Dan! Go on! Pee in your pants sitting down, I dare ya!"
Dan looked at her sheepishly. He didn't quite know what to say, or how exactly to explain it. "Yeah. I will Ames. It, uh, does look like fun, but, um, I kinda can't at the moment....."
Amy didn't understand that he meant that he couldn't because of the state his boyhood was now in. She thought he meant he just didn't need to go enough yet, and he was immensely relieved at her innocent misunderstanding.
"Ok Dan, just keep drinking. It'll build up again soon enough. When it does, I want to watch you pee your pants in the chair, just like I did!"
Relieved to have gotten off the hook without having to explain to Amy about the difficulties that guys encountered when they needed to pee but were stiff, he just happily agreed. He would of felt super awkward trying to explain that the only reason he couldn't do it was because he had a raging hard on pushing at his wet pants. The sight of Amy wetting herself and now sitting there in front of him in wet shorts with her socks in a puddle and the dummy once again in her mouth was almost to much for him. He felt like even the slightest movement would make him cum.
Amy was buzzing with excitement. "I know what we'll do Dan! We're gonna play a game! We said we would play like little kids, so we will. We're gonna play schools! I'm the teacher, you're the naughty boy in detention, and you need my permission to go to the loo. You're not allowed to leave your chair without my permission. Got it?"
He had to smile at the idea. Playing schools was such a childish thing to do, but on the other hand, so was wetting your pants. The two things did seem to go well together.
"So Danny, do you need to go at all yet?"
"Yeah Ames, I kinda do. Like I told you, I didn't fully empty when I had my accident, and the enormous amount we've been drinking all morning is just constantly filling my bladder up all the time," he paused and took a long, deep drink of Coke, "plus my holding muscles feel sorta tired now from our holding competition. I'm starting to feel myself filling up a bit already, and I know from experience that I won't be able to hold on as long next time." He drained his glass, and motioned for her to do the same.
As he'd been talking, his boyhood was starting to return to a more flaccid state. He was able to now take away the hands from his lap that he'd been trying to cover himself with.
Amy had been aware of his excited state of course. His tight little shorts didn't hide it very well. But she didn't know that guys couldn't pee as easily when they were like that. She checked out his shorts again.
"I can't believe how dry your pants are already Dan. I can only just see the wet patch now. You'll be like totally dry in another 10 minutes."
She poured them both another drink. Now that she had increased her fluid intake again, she knew that it probably wouldn't be long before she could go again herself. That gave her another idea.
"Danny, I want to see you pee in your pants again before you get changed into a swim diaper, but I might put my pink shorts back on. They look dry now. But I don't wanna go in the house dripping and wearing wet socks. I'm gonna go stand by the gate and get changed, then I can hang these shorts out to dry for later, ok?
Without waiting for a reply, she jumped up and went to the clothesline. Dan was treated to the sight of her wet bum. It looked like Amy had been sitting in a puddle, and as she walked, a couple of pee drops fell from her backside and ran down the backs of her legs, but if she felt them, she didn't acknowledge them. She took her towel and her pink shorts, and disappeared around the corner of the house, her socks leaving a trail of wet footprints as she walked.
Dan took the opportunity to stand up and put his hand down his shorts to adjust himself. His blue shorts were getting quite dry by now, but his underpants still felt very wet. He glanced over his shoulder, making sure he was still alone, then pulled his pants down at the front for a quick check. His bright red underpants were obviously saturated. He grabbed his towel and quickly wiped himself, trying to soak up as much excess pee as he could. Even the feeling of wiping himself was enough to wake up his resting member again. He quickly stopped wiping, and adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, before quickly sitting back down again, feeling at least a bit drier and now more comfortable.
Amy appeared moments later, now wearing her pink shorts again. They appeared to be completely dry now, and didn't even show any stains. She paused in front of him, and held up a pair of sodden pink panties. "These are my favourite knickers that I told you about Dan! Aren't they cute?"
He swallowed at the sight. They were bright pink, had a big brown teddy bear motif on the front, and lots of miniature ones all over them. They were showing a much darker shade of pink from nearly the elastic waistband at the front, all the way under the crotch to halfway up the buttocks area. Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his agreement that yes, they were indeed very cute.
Amy hung them on the line using 2 pegs to stretch them out, and did the same with her pissy blue shorts as well.
She wiped her chair down with her towel, and sat back down again, not seeming to care about her socks plopping into the puddle that was still under her seat.
Dan had to ask. "So, um, what knickers are you wearing now?"
"Why Danny, I'm not wearing any at all actually! It feels really nice!"
The look of shock on his face was priceless. She drank deeply, and put on a firm, authoritive voice.
"Alright Master Daniel! Welcome to detention! Do you want to tell me why you've been sent here today?"
Dan smiled. So it was going to be game on already then. That was fine by him. He lowered his head guiltily, and refused to meet her eyes.
"I don't know Miss" he muttered.
"Well I know Daniel! Your teacher tells me that you were caught smoking in the playground! That is a very serious matter. You won't be leaving that chair until you tell me the truth! So Daniel, were you smoking or not?"
Trying his hardest to be serious and sullen, and not spoil the mood that she was trying so hard to build, he murmured softly, "No Miss. The other boys were smoking. I was just like standing with them kinda."
"Don't lie to me boy. Your teacher said that she saw you. I'll ask you again. Were you smoking?"
"No Miss, I wasn't."
Amy sighed in apparent exasperation. "Fine. Have it your way then. You can just sit there all day until you tell me the truth. You won't eat lunch, but you may continue drinking if you're thirsty. I don't care if you sit there all day!"
"Yes Miss" came Dans meek reply. He filled his glass up again and drained half of it.
Both kids picked up there respective phones and lapsed into silence for a few minutes. Dan felt the mildest of twinges in his bladder, and as an experiment, opened his legs a bit wider, and gently relaxed his bladder muscles. Within 5 seconds of doing so, he felt something shift inside him, and then felt his built up pee almost escape before he was able to clamp down again.
He quickly crossed his ankles and gave himself a squeeze with his hand. The front of his shorts still felt wet, but when he looked they appeared to be nearly dry, with just the faintest outline of a wet patch remaining. His fingers felt moisture though, and when he took his hand away, he could see two slightly darker spots where his hand had been. He'd apparently squeezed some more pee from his underwear onto his shorts.
Trying to get his pants as dry as possible before he wet them again, he dropped his hands away to let the warm sunlight work its magic some more. But the problem was, now he'd relaxed his bladder and almost leaked, his urge too pee had now skyrocketed alarmingly. It felt like he was now suddenly bursting again already, and the pee was sitting at the tip of his privates, just waiting for the chance to escape.
"Uh, Miss? Excuse me Miss? But could I be excused please. I really need to go to the bathroom."
"That's entirely up to you Daniel. All you need to do is admit the truth about what you were doing wrong. I'll ask you again. Were you smoking?"
"No Miss. I wasn't. But I really need to go. Can I please?"
Amy sighed angrily. "No Dan. You cannot. If you need to be excused, you need to tell me the truth first. If you're not going to do that, you can just stay in that chair until you're ready too!"
Dan grabbed himself exaggeratedly. He left his legs open, grabbed his genital area with both hands, and sat forward in his chair.
"Please Miss. It's an emergency! I need to do a wee really really badly! I think I'm gonna wet myself soon if I don't go!"
"Easy to fix Master Daniel. Were you smoking? Yes or no?"
Dan wasn't entirely play acting now. He really did need to go. Sitting with his legs wide open, combined with the feeling of his wet underwear, mixed in with the ridiculous amount that he'd been drinking, all added up to one very desperate boy.
"No Miss, I wasn't...."
"Have it your way. Sit there all day if you want to. I'll call your mum instead."
"No Miss. Please don't do that! I wasn't smoking! But I need to go potty though!"
It was strange in a way, but even though they were just playing a very silly, childish game, it seemed kind of real in a weird way. Once the mention of calling his mother was made, Dan felt a genuine jolt of panic, and he felt himself twitch beneath his hand. He had just reached the point of no return.
"Miss! Miss! I can't hold on Miss! I'm gonna wet my....."
His words tapered off into a small moan. He pulled his hands away again, and stared at his crotch in a state of not completely pretend horror.
Amy was sitting directly in front of him, and her eyes were riveted on his crotch as well. She could see the outline of his semi erect penis trapped by the tight blue fabric of his shorts.
As they watched in fascination, his penis twitched noticeably once, then a dark patch appeared at the top. It seemed to be no more than a slight trickle at first, but by the time the wet spot grew to a few inches across, the floodgates opened, and Dan sat there urinating flat out in his pants.
His shorts weren't very absorbent, and the pee flowed freely through the fabric and started running down his legs. A sound of splattering emerged from underneath his chair. He sat frozen on the spot, not able to move until his bladder had completely emptied itself.
He was so far into his "naughty little boy" role, that he actually felt tears welling up in his eyes.
In a very shaky voice, he looked at Amy with watery eyes.
"Miss. I think I just wet my pants...." |
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Dan was so far into his role, that just for a moment he felt mortified. He'd been play acting according to the script they'd discussed, but feelings of helplessness and humiliation washed over him, triggered by so many semi repressed memories of wetting himself accidentally over the years. He'd never been in a situation just like the one they had made up, but there had been numerous times in his much younger days when he'd found himself wetting his pants simply because he hadn't been able to find a toilet on time.
One such memory, long buried and forgotten reared up in his mind. Dan, about 7 years old, with his mum and dad, at a local schools fete. It wasn't the school he went to, but they had a carnival type thing going with rides, stalls selling food and novelties, and lots of activities. Dan remembered he had been wearing denim bib overalls, and had wanted a pony ride. His mum took him to the ponies, and they had lined up, drinking lemonade as they waited.
Dans turn had finally came, and he'd been lifted up on the pony any trotted around a few times. He'd been aware of a growing need to pee while waiting in the line, but hadn't said anything because he hadn't wanted to leave the line and lose his spot. After a few laps around the enclosure, his turn had ended, and he was lifted down.
He had exited the pony ring, but couldn't find his mother at first. He wasn't scared at all, just a bit lost. His need to pee was now quite large, but even though he'd seen the toilet block earlier, he wasn't sure exactly where it was now. Plus, he wasn't allowed to just wander off on his own anyway. He stood there in the crowd, looking around for his parents and starting to hold his crotch, his knees bending a bit.
His mother had seen him, but the kids apparently entered through a gate on one side, and exited from the other side of the pony arena. She hadn't realised this, and had stayed by the entrance gate. Little Daniel, happy and excited by his first pony ride, and now distracted by his full bladder, hadn't realised he had left by a different gate at first, but it suddenly dawned on him. He started to walk back to the other side, just as Sue had spotted him momentarily, and started walking as well. She lost sight of him briefly in the crowd, and walked in the opposite direction to which he was walking. The end result was they spent nearly 10 minutes walking around until she caught up to him.
By the time Sue got close enough to call out to him, Dan had been standing still, a worried look on his face as he scanned the crowd. His knees were pressed together, and his left hand was firmly clamped on his groin as he jiggled about nervously. She could tell right away that he was getting very close to having an accident in his overalls.
Sue had been worried about her son. He was still wetting the bed at seven, and still wet his pants occasionally. He'd even wet himself at school recently. He'd been very late to toilet train, and was still wearing nappies full time only a couple of years ago. Even now he still wore pull ups to bed, and she made sure that the only underpants he wore, were washable training pants. They were thick terry cloth with extra padding in the front. If he'd had a little accident they offered some protection, but weren't any good when he had a big one. It certainly looked like he was about to have a big one at any moment now.
At first she had thought that he was just a bit lazy, but after keeping a really close eye on him, she had realised that it wasn't laziness, but rather his need to pee just sort of came on suddenly, and if he was a bit distracted by anything, playing, reading or TV for example, he just didn't seem to notice it until it was too late. She'd seen him wet himself while running around in the yard, and he hadn't even seemed like he had needed to go until it happened.
Her husband wasn't as sure. He never belittled or chastised their son if he wet himself, but had confided in her that he thought the boy was just a bit lazy sometimes and wet himself on purpose instead of going to the toilet. Sue had disagreed, but they hadn't argued about it, but had discussed taking their little boy to a doctor and maybe having some tests done. They just hadn't done so yet.
But as she approached Dan, she could see the truth. He had gone to the toilet only an hour ago before leaving home, but by now he was super desperate again already, and obviously struggling to hold on. She did a quick mental calculation. The toilet block was a long way away, the car park was a lot closer. Her husband was waiting by the car having a cigarette as you weren't allowed to smoke in the school grounds, and she was going to join him after Dans pony ride.
Dan was remembering how he felt the panic setting in. That ominous feeling where something bad is going to happen but you just can't stop it. He shuddered in his chair as the memories returned.
He couldn't find his parents, and he now needed to wee as badly as he had ever had to in his life. He knew by now that he was probably going to pee his pants, and the thought of doing so in such a public place frightened him. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. He heard his name being called, and looked up to see his mummy running towards him. She caught up to him and bent down to his level, and asked him if he was okay.
"I need to do a wee mummy. A lot!"
"I thought you did sweetie. Do you think you can hold on until we get to the toilets?"
His big brown eyes had looked at her, tears stuck in the corners, and he just mumbled "Uh uh."
She had scooped him up in her arms, placed him on her hip, and pleaded with him to just hold on tightly for another minute. She walked briskly through the crowd to the car park, where her husbands big 4WD was parked. She had thought of letting Dan pee in the bushes behind the car, but it was backed up to close to step behind. She placed her son back on his feet, while her husband looked at her with a confused expression.
"Danny's about to wet himself. He won't make it to the toilet," she told him.
"Let him wee behind the car" was his dads reply.
"That's what I'm going to do, but I'll have to take his overalls off first. There's no zip on the stupid things!"
Dan felt warmth in his hand. He looked down and saw a wet spot the size of a tennis ball on the crotch of his light blue denim overalls.
"Mummmmy......" He had whimpered.
His mother had seen the wet patch appear, and quickly took him a few steps backwards to the garden bed. She made him sit on the concrete kerb surrounding it.
"It's okay mate. You can do a wee here."
"Can you help me mummy? I can't undo the buckles," he whispered.
"Too late for that now Danny. You're already a bit wet now, just go in your pants."
Dans father objected at first, but before he could argue it was too late indeed. Dan stretched his legs out straight as he sat there, and hot pee had flooded out of him. He had sat on the kerb, doing what felt like the biggest wee he'd ever had in his life.
Then, just like now, he had seen his pants growing darker, felt the hot liquid runny over his private parts and pool around his bottom, before finding its way through the fabric to pool on the ground beneath him. The concrete garden bed was about 2 feet high, and the angle of his legs allowed the wetness to run freely down the insides of both legs and into his socks and sneakers. The mixed feelings of both relief and shame. Where he had enjoyed wetting himself with Amy, back then he hadn't enjoyed it at all.
It seemed that the physical sensation of wetting himself in pants while sitting down, combined with his role playing of a kid that just couldn't help it, and no option but to wet himself, had opened up not only the memories, but the feelings he had when he had seen the look of disappointment on his fathers face, as he'd watched his 7 year old son wetting himself. Again.
Dan actually felt like crying as he remembered it.
After that, Sue had opened the door of the car to give some privacy. She had taken his shoes off, then his overalls. She felt his socks, and found they were wet as well, as was the bottom of his t-shirt. He had managed to successfully wet every article of clothing he was wearing. She removed his socks and t-shirt, leaving him in just a pair of soaked white terry cloth underpants that looked a lot like the cloth diapers they were based on. She used a towel to wipe his legs and underpants off with, then laid it on the seat for him to sit on.
"Do you want me to take off my wet undies mummy?" he'd asked.
"No sweetie. Better leave them on till we get home. I don't want riding naked in the car. Just fold the towel over your lap."
Dan had sat silently in the back seat on the drive home. His parents were talking about him as they drove. His dad never said anything bad or critical about him, but Dan could tell he was disappointed and thought that his son was lazy and sometimes wet himself on purpose. Dan knew he didn't, but didn't know how to make his mum and dad believe him.
The whole way home he didn't speak, just kept holding the front of his wet training pants underneath the cover of the towel.
"Hey Danny boy! Are you alright? You look kinda strange?"
Amy's voice bought him back to the present day. He realised he must've been sitting there for a few seconds, his hand on his wet shorts, as the memory flashback occurred. It must've only taken a few seconds for his brain to replay it, but Amy had noticed him temporarily zone out.
He wiped his eye, and haltingly told her about his flashback, and how bad he'd felt about upsetting his father. Halfway through his tale, he picked up his pacifier and gave it a few sucks, calming himself down a bit before finishing. Only last night he'd thought that his world had ended when it had flown into Amy's lap, now he used it in front of her, and was comfortable in doing so.
The humour left Amy's face immediately. "I'm sorry Danny. I wouldn't have made you do that if I'd known."
"It alright Ames. I'd honestly completely forgotten about it till now. It was like just sitting there helplessly peeing my pants in front of someone, then just sitting here with nothing else on but wet shorts, kinda made me remember the whole drive home. I didn't cry, but I felt so ashamed. There I was, 7 years old, wearing nothing more than wet training pants while sitting on a towel because I'd wet myself again, and my folks were worried about me. It wasn't a highlight of my childhood."
She smiled. "I know what you mean sweetie. Once when I was 9 I pooped in my Goodnight while me, mum and Ali were shopping. I was wearing a dress, and my pull up leaked. Mum had to leave the shopping and take me to the toilet. I got so upset I wet myself as well, and that leaked, and I had poop all down my legs."
"It took ages to clean me up, and even then I still had poo stains on my dress. We had to buy more pull ups at the chemist shop, then mum took me and Ali back to the car. I slipped a fresh pull up on, but mum made me take off my dress, and I had nothing on under it. My school jumper was in the car, so I sat in the back wearing nothing but a jumper and a pull up, while Ali sat in the front seat and told me how disgusting I was. She was normally nice about it if I had an accident, but she was embarrassed to be seen with me with a stained dress on in the chemist shop while our mum bought me pull ups."
She took another drink. "So I do know what you mean matey. But I didn't think my little game of schools would upset you. I'm sorry Daniel."
"Don't be sorry Ames. It surprised me as well. But we're gonna keep playing though. You were right you know. It is nice to wet and not care about it. It's such a big deal usually, and it's nice to just let it happen and not stress about it. What other ideas have you got?"
She smiled at him. "Oh I've got a couple of ideas babes, I've got a couple....." |
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"Don't know about you Ames, but I don't think I can drink any more Coke or tea. I'm absolutely bloated. I think if we keep drinking like this, I'm gonna have to switch to water."
"Yeah. I know what you mean Danny boy. I'm the same. I want us to keep drinking, but I've had enough soft drink as well. I really hope it doesn't upset my tummy later."
Dan was interested in this. "I thought you were lactose intolerant? Isn't that like dairy stuff that gives you problems?"
"Yeah, mostly. But really a lot of stuff makes my tummy icky. Greasy food, like the fish and chips last night can as well. That's why I very nearly had a close call last night. The greasy food doesn't hang around to long. Also, too much of anything processed can give me the runs. Like sausages. I love sausages, but won't eat more than a couple of them. I can eat a little bit of chocolate occasionally and be fine, but if I have too much......, well let's just say Easter time can be dodgy."
Dan felt sorry for her. It sounded horrible, and he told her so, but she laughed it off.
"It's not that bad Dan! I just have to be careful, that's all. I eat healthy most times. Lots of vegetables and fruits, whole grains and stuff. Fresh meat doesn't usually bother me, so I can eat stuff like steak. I can have low fat milk in a cup of tea, but I wouldn't dare have a bowl full on my cereal. That's why I use soy instead."
While Amy was explaining things to Dan, he had gotten up, and filled their glasses with water from a tap on the wall, added ice, and gave one to her. It was weird to be hanging out and walking around in a pair of wet, peed-in pants and not care about it, and he was enjoying it.
Amy continued. "Part of why my messy accident yesterday upset me so much, was because it happened after eating that special ice cream on my pancakes. As I told you, I absolutely love ice cream, but it's a real no-no. But I've had the ice cream at that cafe lots of times, and the most it's ever done was make me a bit gassy. But yesterday it made me poo my pants. I got upset cause I reckon mum won't let me get my ice cream fix there anymore. But after that, we had lots of Coke, greasy food for dinner, and the big glass of wine as well. Now we've drank another bottle of ice tea, and another big Coke, and I really have no idea if or how it will affect me. It might just keep making me pee, but it could give me the runs as well. I've never drank so much fizzy drink at once before, so I really have no idea."
"What was it like when you went to the loo this morning Ames? Was it, I don't know, runny or yucky?"
She smiled at his concern. Discussing the state and consistency of her bowel movements was usually something she did with her mother.
"Because of my tummy problems Dan, my poo is usually a bit runny. Even on a good day, it's never what you would call solid. That's why I have to be so careful usually. It can turn to just liquid real fast. Believe me, it can make farting an interesting gamble sometimes!"
Dan, like most boys, had a sense of humour that revolved heavily around gross and disgusting topics. He found her comment hilarious, and started laughing, feeling a bit self conscious at the way his voice was breaking as he laughed. He'd noticed it cracking a few times, and hoped it didn't mean he was about to go through a phase like some other boys in his class did, when their voices suddenly cracked while they talked, making them sound like Mickey Mouse.
Regaining control again, he asked, "Do you think it's wise to be sitting around like this without a nappy on then? I mean, you don't even have knickers on!"
"You're right Dan. But at the moment at least, I'm okay. Its not like I just suddenly shit myself with no warning though. I always feel it coming first. Usually my tummy starts rumbling and growling first, and then I'll get a sudden urgency to go. I just don't always have a lot of time when that happens. Yesterday morning, when I messed myself in the car, mum had gone into her office, and I was waiting for her. This was after we met you guys at the hospital, and I had a dry pull up on. My tummy rumbled first, but I didn't think much of it. I really thought I was just gonna fart. I sort of leant over a bit, but had a big wet shart instead! I immediately went to go inside mums office, but all her workmates were there, and I didn't want to walk in knowing I'd just stained my pull up. I sat there for a minute or two, then another big gassy pain hit me, and I couldn't hold it. I did a huge fart, and shit myself at the same time. I couldn't help it. I definitely wasn't going inside then, so I had to just give up and finish in my pull up. I'm surprised it didn't leak."
Dan felt himself blushing at the intimate details he was hearing, but it was interesting to know how her body worked.
"Anyway. I'll definitely be putting a swim nappy on soon, just in case, but I won't just poo my pants without warning. If I start to feel gassy or bloated, I won't take a risk, I'll go to the toilet before anything bad happens."
She smiled at him, "But I kinda want to try wetting myself without wearing any knickers first....." She paused to laugh at the shocked look on his face before continuing, "what I mean is, I lose little dribbles and leaks all day long. A lot of times I don't even feel it happening. I'll get the urge to pee, and make it to the loo on time, but I find my pull up is already a little bit wet because I've had a little leak and didn't even know! The only time I feel it is when I'm only wearing my swimsuit. Sometimes I'll feel a dribble on my leg because I've peed a bit without feeling it. I want to see what happens when I do it in my pretty pink shorts! Like see how much comes out, and how noticeable it is and stuff."
Dan was grinning. "Yeah, I'd kinda like to see that as well" he admitted with a smile, "but what else are you thinking about us doing?"
"Are you willing to change into a swim nappy but leave your pants off though?"
Yet again she had managed to shock him. "No, I dunno about that Ames."
She persisted. "Why not Dan? Last night I watched you wet your pull up without any pants on, then I saw you in your big nappy when I helped you tape it up properly. Now I'm seeing you in those short shorts. They don't cover much more. If you agree to do it, I will as well!"
"What? You'll wear just the nappy and nothing else will you?
She laughed. "Nice try Danny. I'll leave my bikini top on as well. But we've still got probably an hour and a half before we've gotta worry about mum coming home. We can have another smoke, and hang around in just our nappies for a while. We can just slip into our shorts if we have to, like if your mum shows up again!"
"Ha bloody ha! Very funny Ames. But I don't know if I could wear just a nappy and nothing else. I mean, they don't hide much."
"Neither do speedos Dan, but people wear those all the time. Plus they might be a bit shorter, like underpants, but they're a lot looser fit. They're baggier than those shorts. I think you'd look kinda sexy and cute in them. I'd like to see it......."
Dan chuckled. "I don't know how anyone could look sexy in a nappy, but I'll bet you'd look awful cute yourself Ames. You're cute without it...."
Amy actually blushed at that. Her heart swelled at knowing Dan thought she was cute. She normally felt anything but cute in her diapers. Childish perhaps, but never cute.
They drained and refilled their glasses yet again. Even if they couldn't drink any more soft drink, they were determined to refill with water at least. They both wanted to have another real accident with each other while they still had time.
"So I propose we keep drinking as much water as we can, we have another smoke, then change into our swimmers until we wet again. We can put our shorts on and have a swim afterwards."
His desire to see Amy wearing and wetting a swim diaper overrode his qualms at doing so himself.
Dan found himself agreeing. |
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Dans phone beeped again. "The guys want another picture Ames."
"Let 'em wait mate! Let's have another smoke first. Make sure you pick up the butt you threw away earlier! It's stuff like that, that could get us caught."
Dan felt dumb. He'd just thrown incriminating evidence on the ground and forgotten about it. They had to be careful or Amy's mum would find out they'd been smoking. He picked it up and put it in the tin. "Sorry," he muttered.
He pulled at the front of his shorts. They were saturated and sticking to him. The previously hot pee had cooled by now, and he was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Amy noticed him grabbing at himself. "Do you need to pee again already Danny? You only just went!"
"Nah, I'm empty now. At least for the moment. But my shorts are getting a bit cold and uncomfortable though. What about you? Need to go again yet?"
"I don't NEED to go Dan, but I'm sure if I tried I could. But I don't want to wet on purpose. I want it to be an accident when it happens. And if your getting uncomfortable, you could put your swimmer on now if you want to."
"Nah. I WILL wear one, but I'll wait for you."
Amy shrugged. She dug her smokes from her bag again, and they headed to the side gate once more. She felt the excitement building up in her again. Every time she smoked, the illicit thrill of what she was doing made her excited and nervous. She was always such a "good girl," it was exhilarating to be doing something so naughty, and she explained her excitement to Daniel. He had to agree. It was a thrilling feeling to be doing something so bad.
They were both concentrating on keeping their hands from shaking while they took their cigarettes from the packet, and put them in their mouths. Amy struggled with the lighter. It wouldn't light at first, and she shook it and cursed softly. Eventually she got a flame, and lit Dans first, then her own. They stood and smoked in silence for a while, not inhaling yet, just working up to doing the drawback properly.
Amy walked over to get her drink, and as she walked back towards him, he noticed something.
He coughed slightly, "Amy," he said, and pointed at her midsection.
Confused, she looked at what he was pointing at. When she looked at her shorts, she discovered a wet spot right in the middle on the seam. It was only a couple of inches wide, but it showed up clearly on the pale pink denim. She touched it in wonder.
"That's exactly what I was talking about! I didn't feel that come out at all! It must of happened when I got all nervous with the lighter. They're the sort of little leaks I have all day. I just don't feel 'em. But I will admit that I don't feel empty anymore. I don't feel like I need to pee yet, but I can tell there's some built up already. This is the danger zone for me. I don't have any urge to go, but there's pee in me that I can't feel. This is when I'm prone to accidents, before I feel it enough to avoid one."
They both drew back on their smokes, and exhaled.
"This is easier than I thought Amy. I haven't coughed once!"
Amy took another drag. "Don't get cocky Catholic boy! You'll know it if the smoke catches in your throat."
The words weren't even out of her mouth before she coughed. It kind of caught in her throat before she could catch her breath, and she choked a bit trying to draw air in. She gasped for a breath, making a stuttering sound as she tried to suck air in.
While she was choking, Dan was watching her shorts. The small wet spot had grown bigger at first, and now, as she spluttered, a wet streak appeared on the inside of her right leg. She gave another snort, and a trickle appeared on her left leg. Both trickle marks gradually got wider, and finished up joining each other at the egg sized wet spot on her crotch.
Amy noticed it this time. She jammed the hand not holding the smoke into her crotch, as she simultaneously crossed her ankles and bent over.
She coughed a couple more times, then straightened up. She spread her legs wide and bent her head for a close look at the damage. There was a wet patch from the bottom of one leg, all the way up and over her crotch, to the bottom of the other leg. There were also two drops on the ground, which had obviously fallen from the pee trail that ran from her shorts and ended at her left knee.
"Shit," she said, "I just wet my pants again Catholic boy! I didn't even feel like I needed to go! That's what happens all the time. Well, I wanted to see what would happen I guess, and now I have."
She managed to inhale some smoke again without coughing. "I warned ya about these things didn't I!" She gestured with her cigarette towards Dan. "Tell me Dan, do you ever pee when you cough or sneeze?"
Dan had a drag. "Not as yet Ames. But last night I peed with shock when my dummy flew out, and I got scared when I thought mum turned up earlier and peed then. I'd never wet myself by being scared or shocked before either. So I guess anythings possible."
They finished their cigarettes, and Amy put the tin back at the barbecue. It had been half full already, so she knew her mum wouldn't notice the 4 extra butts. They returned to the seats they had vacated not so long ago. The only difference was, now they both wore obviously peed in pants. Dans phone beeped yet again as they sat down.
"The guys again," he said as he checked it. "They're still begging for another photo. Should we give them one then, just to shut them up?"
"Alright Dan. If you want. What have you got in mind?"
He grinned mischievously. "Come and sit on my lap," he said.
"I don't mind doing that Danny. But my pants are wet."
"So are mine remember? Let's take a dual selfie of our heads, while we're wearing our wet pants. They'll never know, and I think it would be funny!"
Amy didn't need any further encouragement. She thought it was a great idea, and told him so. She jumped up, and walked over to Dans seat. She sat sideways on his lap, her bottom touching the wet fabric of his shorts. She put her legs on either side of one of his, and the wet crotch of her shorts was resting on his bare thigh. They smiled at each other knowingly. They were both aware that each other could feel their wet clothes. And they both liked it as well.
Dan switched his front camera on. Amy put an arm around his shoulders, and after adjusting her bikini for maximum cleavage, she put her other hand on his smooth chest. Dan positioned the camera, Amy whispered "Kiss me Danny," and they pressed their lips together. Without looking at his phone, Dan took a lot of pictures while moving the phone around as they kissed.
Eventually he put the phone down, but they kept kissing. She sat on his wet lap, in her wet shorts, and they again gave their tongues free reign to explore each other's mouths.
Dan felt himself stiffen underneath her bottom, but made no effort to move.
Amy felt something stiffen under her buttocks, and guessed what it was. She wriggled briefly against it, enjoying the feeling as they kissed.
They both felt like they were quickly approaching a line that they weren't ready to cross yet. Amy stood up, and they both reached for their glasses.
"Your tongue tasted like smoke Dan. Did mine?"
"Yeah. It did a bit. I still liked it though," he said with a smile.
He picked up his phone, and they went through the photos, eventually choosing one where they both had their eyes closed, Amy was nibbling on Dans bottom lip, her hand on his chest, with their noses almost touching. Anyone seeing it would be able to tell straight away that the two kids pictured weren't faking, and had real affection for each other. Dan deleted most of the photos, but with Amy's permission kept that one, and two others. She asked him to send them to her phone as well. Dan tagged her, Scott, Matt, and Ali, and sent their favourite picture. Then he sent Amy the other two.
She traced a hand briefly over his chest, then sat down again. She made no effort to hide or cover the wet crotch of her shorts, and Dan found it mesmerising. As she sat down, she looked around. Their earlier pee puddles had dried up, but there were noticeable stains on the cement.
"I might just hose the ground off matey. It looks like some kids have been peeing all over the cement."
She quickly turned the hose on, and in no time at all had hosed the area they had been using. Dan was expecting her to turn the hose on him at least once, but she didn't. She sat back in her chair, and lifted her legs in his direction, showing the soles of her feet.
"How are my socks looking Danny. Have I ruined them yet?"
Dan was happy to look. The tops were dry but showing lots of yellow stains, while the bottoms were saturated and so dirty, that they were nearly black. Walking around outside in wet socks had meant that they had picked up lots of dirt.
"They're filthy Ames. Really dirty. I can even see the pee stains on them. You still look beautiful and very cute in them though!"
"If that's the case, I may as well leave 'em on then" she smiled. "But I think I'm ready to change my wet pants. I'm gonna put a swimmer on, okay?"
She took a swim diaper and her towel, and walked towards the gate again, leaving another trail of little wet footprints when she reached the dry part of the concrete.
Dan was again sitting there waiting for his boyhood to go back to sleep. It had awoken with a vengeance whilst they had been kissing. He felt the tension leaving him, then when he looked up,it returned just as much as before.
Amy was walking toward him. Her pink t-shirt finishing at her belly button, and doing absolutely nothing to even slightly hide the swim diaper she was now wearing. It was blue, and bigger and baggier than bikini style pants or knickers, but still shorter again than the little blue swimming shorts she had worn earlier. They were really like a pair of baggy knickers, or a saggy looser fitting Goodnight. The short t-shirt, little diaper, and lacy wet socks once again sent blood flooding to Dans private region.
In the back of his mind he couldn't wait to have a shower later. He had a feeling he'd be reliving this afternoon more than once.
"Your turn Dan" was all she said as she sat down, and took yet another drink.
Dan took his swimmer and towel, but grabbed his singlet as well. He didn't want to get completely naked near Amy's gate, so he slipped his singlet on first. After double checking his privacy, he quickly dropped his wet shorts and briefs, then stepped out of them. Not wasting any time, he quickly dried his private area and backside, then after working out front from back, he stepped into it. He didn't feel like he was wearing anything more discreet than a pair of briefs, just like the ones at his feet.
He sighed, steeling himself for a moment.
Dan found himself briefly sucking his thumb.
"I AM in control here" he muttered. Then he picked up his wet pants and went to rejoin Amy. |
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He walked back to the chairs, holding his singlet down in front of him with his left hand, and carrying his shorts and briefs with his right.
"Awww Dan! You put your top on as well! That's not fair. I can't see your nappy properly!"
Dan sighed, and let go of his top. His basketball singlet was long and baggy, but didn't quite cover his swimmer. The bottom of it was just past the waistband, but it still stuck out from underneath.
"Sorry Ames, but I'm leaving it on. I just can't walk around wearing.....this thing by itself. It's just too little!"
"That's okay Danny, but no pants yet, alright? Leave your shirt on if it makes you more comfortable, but that's all! I had to put my shirt on again as well. It just kinda felt weird wearing just my bikini top and a diaper."
Dan smiled. "You look really cute Ames," he said.
She returned the smile. "So do you Danny, so do you."
"Alright" she said, "I'm gonna put my pink pants in the washing machine with the wet towels from my kitchen accident before, but I suggest we rinse our shorts in the pool to get them wet all over. If my mum comes back early, we can just slip them on over our swimmers and it'll look like we were swimming earlier but they haven't dried yet. It might look a bit strange if anyone finds out your wearing one of my swim nappies, so you need to make sure our parents don't find out, or they'll ask why."
Dan agreed with her plan, and together they went through the pool gate and approached the chest high pool. Amy rinsed out her blue shorts, as did Dan, but he rinsed his red underwear as well. Once done, they hung them over the backs of their respective chairs, where they could quickly grab them, then Amy took her wet pink shorts and teddy bear panties into the laundry where she hid them under the towels in the machine. "I'm really not at all bothered if mum finds my wet shorts Dan. I'm forever just putting wet stuff in the machine, so it's not unusual at all. But it would be unusual if she found them drying on the line without being washed, while I'm wearing my swimming shorts over a swim nappy. I don't think I could explain how that happened."
Dan was impressed by her foresight. She had obviously thought this through and left nothing to chance. All they needed to do was to slip their wet shorts on over their swimmers in an emergency, and nobody would be the wiser about all the fun wetting games that they had played.
Dans phone was going off.
"Dude!"
"Wow man!"
And of course "Damn Daniel!" That one always seemed to pop up.
The kids laughed, sent a cheeky reply, and the next few minutes they bombarded each other with rude messages. Dan and Amy couldn't stop laughing.
When it had died down, the subject of Daniels new friends came up. Particularly Scott. Amy asked Dan what, if anything, he planned to do.
"Dunno yet Ames. I'm leaning towards telling him about myself as well. I mean, meeting you has been so good for me. I don't just mean that because of I how feel about you either. I think even if we hadn't , ummm, like hit it off with each other and stuff, it still would've been great talking to another kid my age who would understand. Just talking to you and hearing your story, and kinda knowing what it's like when bad stuff happens, made me feel better cause I knew I wasn't the only one?" He was starting to ramble a bit he felt. He took a big drink to calm down, then continued. "I mean that it could make him feel better about himself as well, knowing there's another bed wetter he knows, and if the guys can be accepting of that, they might not hate me with my other problems."
"Oh Danny! I don't think that anyone hates you. It's not your fault you've got a dodgy bladder. I'm sure the guys would understand."
"I don't know if they would Amy. I mean being a 14 year old bed wetter is bad enough, but when you have to wear a nappy in case you wet your pants, then that's a whole other thing. If a kid wets the bed, others may know, but it's like not such a big deal. Cause they mostly do it alone, and nobody has to see it. But when they wet their pants, it's like suddenly everyone sees it and it gets embarrassing. Add the issue of hanging around in public with a big kid wearing a nappy, and your suddenly not so good to be seen with. It's true."
Another sip, and he continued, "That means that if I do tell them, and they decided to reject me, they could make my life hell at school all over again. But, if they did accept me, it could mean a step towards not having to worry about wearing a diaper. I could wear to school without stressing all the time!"
He considered what he'd said. "That didn't sound right. I don't WANT to wear a pull up to school. I want to stop wetting my pants and needing one. But I feel like I really have to wear one, because I guess I'm starting to accept that I really NEED one. If I HAVE to wear one, I'd rather not have to hide it."
"I know what you mean Danny. It's so nice just wearing and not worrying about it for a change. I know you probably won't believe me, but I'm really very shy about my protection usually. If I have to talk about it, I will, but I try not too."
She took a big drink of water then, determined to keep up with him. "But I would never in a million years of dreamt that I would ever be able to do stuff like we've done this weekend. I think that deep down for years, I've wanted to lash out a bit and stop worrying about my accidents and diapers, and when you showed up, it made it possible to actually just hang out and have fun, and not worry about wetting my pants the whole time. Just to sit here with a friend, my boyfriend actually," she smiled, "and both be wearing swimmers and not caring if I wee in them, it just feels wonderful!"
"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to say Ames. It's been so good for me having this weekend with you. I hope we have lots more as well. Just chilling like this and not caring is so nice. But I don't expect to be able to be this open around anyone else of course, but it would be nice to be able to hang out with friends and just wear a nappy, and not care if they knew, and not care if I wet in it."
Amy saw how much he wanted to be accepted. "If you tell 'em Dan, and it goes badly, I hope you know you're welcome to wet your diaper around me any day!"
They both laughed at that.
Amy put a hand on her swim diaper when she laughed. "Oops. That was close. I nearly leaked then. I must be building up already."
Dan realised then that he could feel a build up starting again already as well. Once again, he didn't NEED, to pee at all, at least not yet, but if he chose to, he could let some out. |
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Amy's phone rang. She answered it, and Dan could tell that she was talking to her mother. At the same time, Dans phone beeped again. He was expecting more silliness from his friends, but found a message from his mother instead.
"Dan. Jackie had some minor complications. She's fine now, so are babies. Leaving later though. Pick u up bout 5. Hope you're havin fun. ❤️Mum."
Amy finished her call and put her phone down. "You just got a message from your mum, didn't you?" Dan nodded. "Well that was mine. She's spoken to your mum, and I guess you know she's coming around 5?" He nodded again. "Well my mums going to be back around 3:30. That means we've got a bit over an hour left before we have grown ups to deal with again! We can have 1 more smoke, and have time to build up for another accident again. I reckon I'm probably halfway their already! I've never drank so much in my life. I'll honestly be wetting myself all night at this rate. When we go in later, I'll be putting a tape up diaper on for sure."
Dan was curious. "But when you wear a tape up, doesn't that make it harder for you to get off in an emergency? Like if you make it on time?"
"It would, but I guess I sorta just don't try so hard to make it if I'm in a real nappy. If I'm wearing the Molicare pull up, I'll always try my hardest to make it on time, but if I'm in a big nappy, I don't try as hard I guess. I don't mean that I'll just deliberately pee myself while I'm watching telly or something, but I'll sometimes put it off for too long, and end up having an accident before I decide I need to go."
This triggered another question he had. "Ames, if you don't want to answer this then you don't have too, but how does your mum react? I mean, if you wet yourself when you're out, like at school and stuff, you can't always find the loo on time. But when you're at home, and the toilets right there, does she ever get upset or anything cause you didn't go earlier? I mean, like I remember a few times when I was younger and wet myself at home, and mum would go mental. If we were out and it happened, like at the fair that time, she was usually pretty cool, cause she new I'd got caught out. But if I wet myself while watching TV or playing outside, and she'd get really pissed off. Particularly if I wet outside. I've always been allowed to wee beside that shed near our pool. Mum always said if I was playing outside and needed to go, I could go there. If I wet myself while playing in the yard, which happened a few times, mum and dad thought I was just being lazy, or wetting myself on purpose."
He paused to try and drink more, and swap over his crossed legs. He didn't feel completely comfortable sitting there in a swimmer and not crossing them. He continued. "Maybe after Dr Singh yesterday, they might finally believe that I'm not just lazy. But anyway, how does your mum react, does she ever make a big deal about it?"
Amy eyed him with a touch of pity. "Danny, sweetie. I don't think your pairs really think your lazy. If they thought that, they wouldn't keep trying to help you with specialists and new pull up and stuff. I'm sure they just worry about your problems. Anyone can see that you usually hate it. But I think we should both be happy our pairs haven't seen us today! Both our mums would probably explode or something!"
"BOOOM!" Said Danny, and they both laughed.
Amy immediately stuck a hand between her legs as if by instinct. "Oooh, oooh, nononono! No, I'm okay. I really thought I'd wet then!"She then went back onto the topic at hand. "To be honest Danny, she knows I sometimes wet on purpose, but she's cool with it. It's still like when I was little and mummy put my big cloth diaper on me after school, and just let me wet in it. She knows I spend most of my life always worrying about getting to a toilet all the time or wetting my pants, so she kinda ignores it a bit if I get a bit lazy. Mum knows how stressed I get sometimes, and being allowed to just stop worrying about staying dry is the same now as like when I was little. To come home after a stressful day at school, and put a big nappy on and relax really makes me feel better. But like I said. I don't just totally give in and use it, I'll try and make it. Well. Most times anyway. But if mum sees me come home and put the night nappy on and my pyjamas, she usually just ignores it. Even though she knows I'll need to change before bed. We just don't talk about it."
"Wow. I wish my mum was more like that. I mean, she's cool and stuff. She doesn't tell me off or say nasty things if I wet myself. But there's always that look of disappointment that I see. I guess I can tell because of my bed wetting. I've done that forever, and she knows I can't help it, and she's always like supportive and stuff, but if I wet my pants at home, it's like "why didn't you go to the toilet or something, it's right there" or something like that."
"Well you're probably right Dan. Now you've seen the doctor they'll know it's a real issue. Have you spoken to your dad yet?"
"Mum said he's gonna call me tonight. I'm not really looking forward to it. I don't like talking about my problems with him. I want him to not be disappointed in me or think I'm some sorta freak or cripple or something. I think most men want their sons to grow up to be like strong guys, like athletes or footy players or soldiers and stuff. They don't want a kid who pees his pants all the time." Dan looked a bit forlorn, his face avoiding direct eye contact with Amy's.
"Dan. I'm sorry. But that's just plain stupid!"
He looked at her in shock.
"Look. I've never met your dad. But at least you've got one! Stop beating yourself up about what you think he might think. He couldn't be disappointed in you. He loves you Danny. Everytime you've talked about him, you've told me what a great dad he is and the stuff you do together. He even lets you have time off school just to hang out with him. That doesn't sound like a father who is disappointed or embarrassed about his son. He just finds it as hard to talk about as you do. I'll betcha that he doesn't want to make YOU embarrassed by asking about it!"
Dan was intrigued. "I've never thought about it like that Ames. Maybe I will talk more to him about it. 'Specially now I've seen the doctor."
"Ergh," Amy grunted, "I'm glad you agree matey, but jeez! I'm starting to feel it again. I'm gonna have to stand up I think."
She stood up, but kept her dirty white socks together. She absentmindedly pulled on the front of her little blue swim diaper for a second. "I don't think I'll last a lot longer Danny. How are you going? Your probably not to bad I guess. You've peed a lot in the last couple of hours, and you last longer than me. But even if you don't have an accident, you've still gotta pee in your swimmer before you put your shorts back on. I want you to see how ineffective they are for bladder problems. They're only just like thick undies really."
"Believe it or not Amy, I can feel it just starting to build up already, but I'm not in danger yet though. But I promise I will try it out though."
He looked at the sky. "But if we're really gonna swim, we oughta do so soon. It's Autumn remember. It's warm now, but it'll start cooling off soon."
"I guess you're right, Catholic boy! I really do want a swim now too. I've been covered in pee on and off for a few hours now. I must be starting to smell as bad as you do by now."
Dan was horrified at that. He instantly stepped back. "Do I smell? Really? Oh Christ...."
When he saw Amy crack up, bending over with her hand pressed sideways in her crotch, putting pressure on the front of her swim nappy to stop herself from leaking, he realised she'd been teasing him, and he laughed with her.
"Have we got time for another smoke Ames? I don't want to risk actually stinking of cigarettes instead of pee when your mother gets back. Plus I feel guilty for smoking all your smokes. I know they're not cheap, and I can't get you any more."
"Don't worry about it Dan. It's much more naughty and fun to have a partner in crime to break the law with. I can always get more, but I don't think I will for a while. I've got 6 left. One more each now, and two each for another time. After that, I think I'll stop for awhile. I don't wanna get addicted to 'em or anything. And don't worry about smelling. We'll have a swim, and the chlorine will stop the smell from sticking to us, and we've got those sweets we bought for our breath. We'll be fine. But let's smoke now, then we can wet our swimmers and get in the pool."
Dan retrieved the tin ashtray while Amy got the cigarettes. He was actually now starting to feel the first signs of a filling bladder. He still was safe, but now knew that if he did deliberately relax, he would pee without any effort. Amy, on the other hand, had a larger, more noticeable need than he did. He was looking at her backside as she was rummaging in her bag. Her dirty little socks were bouncing up and down, and her thighs were clamped together. She kept her legs straight and bent at the waist as she dug in her bag, and her shirt had risen up over the waistband of her swimmer, and he was treated to the sight of her butt jiggling in time with her bouncing feet.
He looked away quickly. He knew he couldn't afford to get aroused wearing just the swimmer. Thankfully, up until now, just the fact he'd been wearing only a revealing swim diaper and no pants had made him nervous and shy enough to retain control. But watching Amy wriggling around and nearly wetting herself was enough to almost fire him back up again.
Cigarettes retrieved, they went for their last smoke. This time, they both got through it with dry pants. No one coughed, no one got scared, they just stood there and chatted away quite comfortably as they puffed away. They didn't even make a big deal about the act of smoking itself. It was becoming almost a natural thing to them already, regardless of the big thrill it gave them.
Secretly, they both felt quite grown up for not making a big deal out of it this time.
Once finished, Amy took her socks off and wiped her feet. She then took her remaining 4 cigarettes back to her room and returned them to her special hiding place. Dan was a bit surprised when she came back outside and started putting her dirty wet socks back on again.
"Why are you putting those back on Ames? We're going for a swim shortly."
"Well, a certain hot Catholic boy once told me he thought I looked cute in them. And I can still swim wearing them, so why not look cute while I swim?"
She smiled at him, but was now wriggling around worse that ever. She crossed her ankles and bobbed over once, but didn't seem to be aware that she'd done so. Her body seemed to be on autopilot a bit.
He returned her smile after her "cute in socks" remark, and they shared a couple of lollies, cleansing their breath of any hint of smoke. Another glass of water was drunk, and for the first time in a while, they had seemed to run out of things to say. Amy obviously wanted them both to have an accident, but Dan wasn't at that stage yet, even though Amy obviously was close. They weren't going for a swim until it happened, so they were sort of in a hiatus between stages. The thing was, they were now starting to run out of time. Sonia was due back within half an hour or so.
Suddenly, Dan had an inspiration. "Amy, grab your shorts and towel and follow me. I've got a dare for you!"
She didn't ask, just did as he had told her. He took his shorts, undies and towel, and led her around the other side of the pool, where he had wet his nappy in front of her before their first big kiss last night. They dropped their stuff on the ground, and she looked at him with a quizzical smile.
"Okay Amy. Trust me. Give me your hand, and keep your eyes closed. That's the way. Now let me guide you over here near the side of the pool. Keep your eyes closed! Now. Do you need to pee as badly as you look like?"
"I do Danny. I'm busting now."
"Okay," he said, "I'm gonna do something with your hand, you're gonna touch something, but your not allowed to look, promise?"
She nodded, with a cheeky and expectant look on her face. If Dan had led her around the back end of the pool, where she could feel the grass underneath her feet, even with her socks on, then wanted her to touch something, well there was really only a couple of things that sprang to mind. Neither of which she would of guessed that he'd let her touch, but she trusted him enough to go with it.
He took her wrist gently. He picked her hand up, and gently placed it on his singlet, and she could feel his heart beating inside the chest it covered. He slowly drew her hand downwards. She still needed to pee urgently, but was now in extreme danger of being badly distracted. Her hand was taken even lower, until she could feel the softer part that must've been his belly. Then it was gently pulled away from his body, where he held it briefly in limbo, around waist height.
"Keep your eyes closed Amy. You're about to feel something, alright?"
She nodded breathlessly, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts, but none exactly coherent.
Then, suddenly, her arm was plunged violently downwards, where it was immersed up to the elbow in cold pool water.
She screamed and jumped. Her bladder instantly and completely let go. She jerked her hand back, pressed her knees together, and at first jammed both her hands on her inner thighs. All that accomplished, was putting an insignificant barrier on the huge pee rivers that were running down both legs. She gasped, looked at him, then squatted on the ground. She spread her thighs apart a bit, and put her right hand on the ground in front of her for support, while her left hand pulled her T-shirt down low enough to just barely hide the front of her swimmer. Her head was bowed as she watched the strong stream running right through the cotton/Lycra material, where it finished by splattering on her ankles and feet. She kept peeing on her lower legs and feet for about 20 seconds.
When she had finally finished, she took a deep breath but stayed squatting, looking up at him in shock.
He smirked, then said quite innocently, "Gee whiz you're right Amy. These swimmers really don't work very well for wetting, do they?"
As he burst out laughing, Amy regained her posture. "You absolute bastard Daniel! I wasn't expecting that! That's not bloody fair! You're a....." She trailed off. Dan was nearly in hysterics. He was nearly crying with laughter. "Really Dan, I'm just....," she started laughing as well. He had tricked her plain and simple, and done a fine job of it. It was a funny gag, and had worked. She couldn't stay mad at him, it was too funny.
When they had calmed down, she said, "Alright mate. You got me a good one. I don't believe I just pissed myself like that. I don't really know exactly what I was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn't that." She gave him a wicked grin. "I reckon there's a few more things that might've made me wet myself if I touched them..."
Dan grinned, blushed, and dropped his eyes, but didn't speak, letting her continue. "But now I know what I want you to do. You got to see me pee in my swim nappy, so I get to see you do it too! Even if it's not an accident and you do it on purpose!"
"Fair enough. What do you want me to do, Ames?"
She smiled. "I want you to show me what you looked like when you were little, and deliberately peed in your undies behind your shed! I've got a shed right here, and I want to see what little Danny looks like when he does wee wees in his swimmer." |
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Dan laughed at her idea. "Sure Ames. If that's what you want me to do, no problem. I kinda didn't want to just stand there and just pee myself for no reason, so I'd feel a bit better making a game out of it. What do you have in mind exactly?"
"Well, how's about you pretend to be a little kid again, and your playing by yourself, and you need to pee. You decide you want to pee in your pants beside the shed instead. You pretend I'm not here, and I'll just stand beside the shed and watch you."
As she talked, she kept pulling at the crotch of her wet swimmer. Dan couldn't keep himself from looking. Unlike a normal nappy, the blue fabric of the swim diaper showed off the wetness within. Amy looked incredibly cute to him, standing there in obviously wet panties, with wet legs and socks. She seemed vulnerable somehow, but it didn't appear to worry her.
Amy walked off the lawn, and crossed the cement to stand beside the garden shed. Her feet again leaving a trail of wet footprints again. She didn't say anything more, just stood there subconsciously squeezing her wet knickers as she watched him.
"Okay," Dan said. "I can do that. I'll be like 10 years old or something, and I'm gonna play in the pool, but I need to do a wee first. Are ya ready?"
She acknowledged that she was, so Dan walked away with his towel over his shoulder, and left the pool area, and went back inside the house. He stood inside the laundry room door for a minute, letting his boyhood return to normal once more. He had stiffened up considerably while watching Amy at first squatting down and wetting herself in front of him, then follow it up by standing there and playing with her wet pants. He needed to get himself under control not only to pee, but for the sake of modesty in his little knickers. Once he felt himself relaxing enough, he relaxed his bladder muscles and started counting to 5. He only made it to 3 before he had to clamp down hard again. He grabbed himself and crossed his legs. He hadn't wet, but it had been close. But by briefly letting go, he had achieved the desired result of now feeling an urgent need to urinate. It felt like the pee was now trapped at the tip of his penis. Any further slackening off while holding would no doubt now result in a real accident. He gave himself a quick squeeze and adjustment, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
10 year old Daniel opened the door and walked outside. He was wearing only his undies and a singlet, because his mummy had told him to go for a swim in the pool. Little Dan took a few steps, then halted. He put a hand on his crotch for a second, and half turned back towards the door again. He seemed to be about to go back inside, but then turned again and examined the yard. Of course there was nobody else there. He was playing alone by himself again. He appeared to be undecided about something, but suddenly made up his mind, and opened the pool gate and stepped through.
Little Daniel walked slowly around the to the other side of the pool. He started giving a running commentary out loud. "Well here I am. I'm 10 years old, and my mummy told me I could take my pants off and have a swim in my undies. I didn't have to put my Speedos on. It feels like I'm wearing a pair of my thick training pants. I was in such a hurry for a swim, I didn't bother going to the toilet first. But now I'm outside, I sorta realise that I need to pee badly. I'm not allowed to pee in the pool though. I could and should go back inside and go to the toilet, but my mummy lets me wee beside the shed if I need to go. I always feel a little bit naughty doing that though, even if she did say it was alright."
Little Dan draped his towel over a pool chair, where someone had left a pair of blue shorts and red undies. He didn't know who they belonged too. He crossed his legs as he held himself tightly. "I feel like I really should be a big boy and go back inside. That would show my mum that I can make it to the loo on time when I have too, but it's a long way away now, and I'm really busting. She always tells me to wee beside the shed, but that's what a little kid who can't hold his wee would do. Not a big 10 year old boy like me!"
He felt a wave of pure desperation wash over him. Once again he'd managed to get right into the role he was play acting, and he seriously felt like he was 10 again, and was having this exact debate with himself.
Suddenly, he felt something give. His penis, which was held in his left hand now, twitched violently. He felt a sudden warmth spurt into his underwear. He sucked in a deep breath, and re-doubled his efforts to hold on. But his left hand was now touching wet material. He got himself under control, and took his hand away and looked at his pants. There was now a wet spot showing, and even a big drip hanging onto the front of them. He pulled them out at the front and looked inside them. The white cotton lining was now soaked. He pulled them back up tight again, and pressed a hand back onto them again.
Amy was standing right in front of him, only a few feet away. But she was invisible to Little Dan. Little Dan was alone in the yard. Amy was mesmerised. Dan was standing right in front of her, and had just leaked. He kept looking around, like he was deciding whether or not to go back inside again.
But as she watched, a trickle emerged from the right leg band of his swimmer. It snaked down his leg, and dribbled onto the cement.
This seemed to make his mind up. He did a funny waddling run, hobbling with his legs apart, until he stood on the grass beside the shed. She had quietly moved back there herself, just before he had sprung a leak, and was now directly in front of where little Dan had hobbled to.
Little Dan just gave up, and dropped his hands to his sides. His baggy red basketball singlet dropped down, and covered most of his diaper only a small bit was visible underneath the hem. As she watched, that small bit of diaper exploded with pee. It swelled up and started leaking. The pee wasn't contained at all, and just poured right through it. Even though his legs were spread wide, liquid was running freely down his legs to his feet.
She watched in awe as a huge wet spot appeared on the bottom of his singlet. It had been resting in the front of his knickers, and wicked the pee upwards in a big half circle.
By the time he'd finished, there was a big puddle on the ground between his wet feet, and a saucer sized wet spot on his shirt.
He looked at her for the first time.
"Uh oh!" Was all he said. |
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Amy felt something stirring deep inside of her. There had been something about watching her boyfriend pretending to be little then wetting his pants that had made her feel, well, squirmy, was the only word that came to mind. Being aroused was not a sensation that she had experienced a lot of, but she guessed that was what she was feeling. She thought that Dan was just so damn cute anyway, and watching him play as "little Dan" just made him even cuter.
"Wow Dan! That was amazing! You looked just like I think a little kid would. Is that what you used to do, or still do?"
Dan looked a bit embarrassed. "Yeah. Basically I guess. I just sorta hold on until I can't anymore, then I just go in my pants when I can't. I suppose that if I hold on long enough, it just seems to make it not such a big deal when I do it. I mean, it's not a big deal, cause mums always let me do it, but if I wait until I'm about to have an accident, I don't feel so stupid when I do it. If I feel like doing a pee, I can just pull my bathers or undies down and go, but if I'm super desperate, I'll probably wait until it's really too late, then do it in my pants. Dunno why exactly, but I guess it's a bit like you and wearing your big nappy after school. It just feels good to be able to wet myself and not worry about it. Just like we've been doing all weekend."
As he talked, both kids kept squeezing at their wet swimmers. Dan noticed what they were doing. "Do you realise how we keep touching our wet pants Amy? I think it's what I'm talking about. We're doing it because we can, and not worry about it. We both know what it's like to have wet pants around others. It's usually horrible. Everyone knows what you've done, and you just want to run away and hide. We certainly wouldn't keep drawing attention to it like we are now. But we're both enjoying being able to wet, and be wet around another kid and just not worry about it. You got it right before. It's liberating."
He continued. "Ya remember how I stood right here and peed in my nappy last night?" She nodded. "Well 2 days ago I don't think I could ever have done that. I would have just about died if anyone even knew I wore a diaper. I certainly couldn't have shown them, let alone used one in front of them. But with you, it's different. It's been a lot of fun, actually. To just be completely open and honest about my incontinence, and not have to hide it at all, has been, I don't know, just really good I guess."
Amy was smiling and nodding as she listened to his theory. "That's exactly what I was talking about. It's just nice to feel relaxed about it for a change, isn't it? But I think we need to get in the pool now though. Mum will be home soon. What do you reckon, do you want to dry your feet off, then nip into the bathroom and take your swimmer off? Just go back to your undies and shorts, and stash the pull up in the bin. That's the last of the evidence we need to get rid of."
Daniel agreed that was a smart idea. He wiped his legs and feet, grabbed his regular pants, and went inside to the bathroom. Once inside, he removed, bagged, and disposed of his swim nappy, and then put his wet underwear and blue shorts back on. They were very cold and clammy against his skin, particularly after the warmth of his peed in swim nappy. Just the feeling of cold, wet fabric between his legs was making him aware that he still had some undelivered urine in his bladder. He obviously hadn't emptied himself completely before.
He went back out, and found Amy drinking yet another glass of water, and once again wearing her little blue shorts over her wet nappy.
"This is my last drink for a while Danny. I am seriously gonna be peeing all night. I'm starting to feel it a bit already. My poor bladder is just constantly filling itself up as soon as its empty. I just can't stop needing to pee all the time! I've never ever drank so much before! I really hope it doesn't upset my tummy later."
"I'm sure you'll be fine Ames. Let's have a swim, eh?"
The kids walked back through the gate to the pool. Before they stepped of the grass and onto the timber steps that lead to the pool, Dan hesitated. "Just wait a second Amy."
She turned to look at him, and saw him standing with his legs spread, and pee dripping from his shorts.
"Sorry. Still had a little bit left. Thought I'd make sure I was completely empty before I get in," he smiled.
"Good idea Catholic boy!" She too stood her ground, and within a few seconds had pee running into her socks once more. "I've got the feeling ill be throwing these socks out after today," she giggled.
With both of them now wearing freshly peed shorts, they climbed up the steps, held hands, and jumped into the water together. There was a couple of floating pool balls in there, and for a while they played happily, throwing the balls to each other and generally just mucking around. They had a competition to see who could hold their breath underwater the longest, and Dan won. But when they had a swimming underwater race, Amy won. They laughed and joked around and just relaxed.
After 10 minutes, Amy got out, and wet her pants on the pool deck while Dan watched. "I'm sorry Dan, but I'm determined to empty myself as much as possible now. It just keeps building up so quickly, and I want to have a bit of control back later. I really need to pee as much as I possibly can now, before I put my nappy on again later." Dan thought this was a very good idea, so he too got out and did another wee in his wet pants, just because he could.
Not long afterwards, Sonia pulled into the driveway. The kids didn't hear her pull in, as Amy's iPod dock was playing, and they were giggling and laughing as they played catch. Amy's mother heard the noise from the backyard, and walked in through the side gate.
Even though she trusted them, she still harboured some slight reservations about what she might find. But she heard them giggling like a pair of little kids, with Dans voice cracking occasionally, and saw them standing on opposite ends of the pool, both wearing t-shirts, and playing an animated game of catch.
Before announcing her presence, she stood in silence and enjoyed the sight and sounds of her daughter laughing happily, and her heart swelled a bit. She thought to herself, "I really do need to stop worrying about these two. Their both just kids, and they're having fun for a change. I don't think they're even ready to get up to much mischief, they're only children after all."
She had to call out a couple of times before the kids even knew she was there. Amy climbed out of the pool and ran towards her mother. She opened her arms wide like she was going to embrace her mother in a big, wet hug.
"Uh uh uh! Stop there young lady! Do not even think about getting me wet!"
Amy stopped and pretended to pout. "Don't you love me mummy?" She said in a sad, little girl voice.
"I love you heaps my darling, but not enough to ruin my suit, okay?" She paused, and eyed her daughter off. "Amy, my beloved daughter, pray tell, why are you wearing your socks in the pool?"
"Oh, that's nothing mum. I've been walking around outside in them, and they were all dirty. I thought the water might clean them up a bit!"
Sonia shook her head, "Teenage logic. I'll never understand it," she muttered. She lowered her voice. "How's your tummy sweetie? Any more problems? Are you wearing a swim nappy like I asked?"
Amy pulled her shorts down just a couple of inches at the side, exposing her diaper. "I am mummy. But my tummys been good. I went once this morning, but haven't had to go since."
Sonia suppressed a smile at Amy saying "mummy." It was a childish habit that had stuck with her, but that she never seemed to notice when she said it. But most times when they discussed her nappies or problems, the word "mummy" slipped out. It was like her thumb sucking when she had an accident. But even Amy was aware of that particular habit, but her baby talk seemed to go unnoticed. Sonia found it sweet and endearing, and never mentioned it. It was a small link to her quickly disappearing childhood.
"Good girl. I'm pleased your tummy is better, but be careful, alright?"
Her eyes fell on the empty 2 litre Coke bottle, and 1 litre iced tea bottle on the table.
"Good Lord! Did you guys drink all that? Whatever for? That's going to go straight through you! Have you been going to the toilet, or have you had an accident yet?"
Amy smiled. "We just bought a drink each at the shop. We just sorta got carried away I guess while we talked. We haven't been in the pool long, so I've been going to the toilet a lot," she fibbed. "But I did have a little accident in my pink shorts though. I had to put them in the washing machine earlier. I had my swimmer on, but it didn't help much of course."
Sonia asked, "How was Dan when you wet yourself? Was he nice to you? I hope he didn't make you upset or anything?"
"Of course not mum! Dans really really nice! He'd never make fun of me if I wet myself. He really understands what it's like, cause it happens to him as well, remember? He just left me alone to get changed, and didn't mention it. He's very sweet and nice you know!" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Besides, he had a little accident as well. I told him to wee behind the shed, but he had a little accident first, so we're square!"
This confirmed Sonia's thoughts that her daughter, and her "sweet and nice" boy, really were just a pair of kids with bigger things to worry about than thinking of fooling around. They had probably spent most of their time trying not to wet their pants in front of each other she decided.
She noticed her daughter bobbing around. "Do you need to pee now sweetie?"
Amy nodded her head. "I'm getting a bit cold now I'm out. It's making me need to wee. Should I go inside mummy?"
Sonia smiled. "Just sneak over to the gate princess. Your already wet, just do it in your pants over there, okay? When you've finished, have a quick swim, then you guys better dry off and come in. I'm a bit late home. It's nearly 4, and Dans mum will be here in an hour or so."
Amy smiled bashfully, and hobbled away. Sonia noticed her daughters pants were dripping even more before she had taken more than a few steps. She saw a trickle running down Amy's leg, but didn't say anything. It certainly wasn't the first time her daughter had wet herself around the pool. At least she wasn't upset about it this time. Sonia waved hello at Daniel, then went inside.
Dan waved at Sonia, and wondered where Amy had disappeared to. He took the opportunity to quickly climb out, pee a little bit more in his pants, just to keep his bladder empty, then jumped back in again.
Amy returned shortly, and told Dan everything, even how her mother had told her to wet her pants. "There's another puddle near the gate again" she laughed. Dan told her how he'd just wet again, and they both agreed that they would need to be careful now. Once they stopped playing in the pool, it was back into diapers again, and the way they kept filling up and needing to pee, meant that there were probably going to be some very wet diapers in their immediate future.
They only stayed in the pool for another couple of minutes before getting out and towelling off. Amy took the rubbish to the bin, then they collected their glasses and stuff, and went inside.
"Do you want a shower first Danny?"
"Nah. I'll wait until I get home I think. I'm just gonna get changed now."
Amy collected the washing from the drier, and gave him his blue board shorts, boxers, and socks. She got some clothes from her room, and disappeared into the bathroom. Dan went into her room, where he quickly undressed and got dry. He selected a Molicare pull up, and slipped it on quickly. He put in his board shorts, but didn't bother with his boxers. A fresh grey t-shirt and his white ankle socks completed his attire. He always carried a plastic bag in his backpack in case he had to put wet clothes in it at any stage, and smiled at the irony. He'd wet himself more times in the past 36 hours than he ever had before, but the only wet clothes he had were from swimming.
He had to admit that it felt nice to have the thick grown up diaper on again. He was getting very used to the feelings of security and safety that they afforded to him. He had hated wearing his Goodnights before, partly because he was so worried about them being noticeable, but now he actually felt much better in the thicker nappy. It gave him more confidence than his "kiddie pull up," and it was nice not to care if it showed. Plus he knew that if he found himself getting excited again, it wouldn't show up as much.
He returned to the lounge room, and was relieved to find Sonia wasn't there. She seemed very nice, but he didn't know her very well, and even though he knew it was an unreasonable fear, he worried that she would somehow know exactly what he and her daughter had been getting up too if they had too talk with each other much.
Eventually Amy joined him, looking freshly scrubbed and wearing her Mickey Mouse nightie and polka dot knee socks again. She sat opposite him, and deliberately flashed him a glimpse of the taped on diaper she wore underneath it. God she looked so cute to him.
Dan checked his phone. 4:30. His mum would be here shortly, and his big adventure with Amy would be at an end. He felt a bit sad knowing it would soon be over, but it would be nice to go back to his own bed tonight. He thought he may have some experimenting to do when he was alone. He felt like he could possibly explode with pent up hormones.
Yes, it was nearly over, and nothing really bad had happened.
At least not yet. |
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Sonia announced she was going to get changed into more comfortable clothes. The teenagers ended up sitting beside each other, knees touching of course, and started going through their phones. They showed each other various photos, memes, Facebook posts, and basically just random stuff they had downloaded and saved. The only time diapers were mentioned, was when Amy asked Dan what he had decided on wearing. He explained he had gone with the pull up, as he wanted to use the toilet with ease as much as possible before going to bed. In fact, he no sooner explained that, before he decided to go again, just in case.
Sonia returned, more comfortably dressed in sweat pants and a loose fitting shirt, barefoot and carrying a glass of wine. She sat with the kids and struck up a conversation about what they'd gotten up to in her absence. Of course the kids left out a lot of detail from what they relayed. It all sounded like a lot of harmless fun to Sonia, but she could tell by their body language that they had grown quite fond of each other in a short space of time. She thought it was really sort of sweet, and hoped she'd get the chance to tell Sue how cute their kids were together, without them overhearing.
It wasn't much longer until they heard a car pull up in the drive. Car doors opened and closed, then there was a knock on the door. Sonia answered it, and Sue and Steve walked in, both looking a touch bedraggled.
Dan didn't even consider trying to keep it cool. He had spent his first night sleeping away without any family members around, and the sight of his mother was a comforting thing. He jumped up and wrapped her in a big hug, not caring how silly he may have looked. Sonia gestured for them to sit at the table, and offered a choice of coffee, wine or beer. Steve and Sue looked at each other and laughed.
"You must be a mind reader my dear," Sue replied, "we've had a hell of a day, and we're just talking about how nice a glass of wine would be!" Steve was nodding in agreement. Glasses were produced, and the 5 of them sat around the table. The kids didn't take drinks, as they were both now focused on draining themselves more than topping up.
Dans mum and uncle started relaying the story of their past 24 hours. Jackie had encountered some problems both during and after the birth, and had lost a lot of blood. Thankfully all had ended well, and mother and twins were now out of the woods, medically speaking. This conversation was quite a long one, and took a while to relate in all its gory details.
While the grown ups talked, Dan and Amy didn't have a lot of input. They could have left, but Dan wanted to know how his aunt was faring, so apart from a few questions, they sat in silence and listened. After 20 minutes or so, Dan decided to go to the toilet again. He was feeling a slight need to pee again already, and didn't want to take any chances. He excused himself from the table, and left the room.
With the adults all talking at once, nobody seemed to notice that Amy hadn't been saying much, and was sitting silently with an expression of discomfort on her face. She had appeared to be about to get up before Dan did, but once he excused himself she remained quietly seated instead.
Dan finished in the toilet, washed his hands, and returned to the dining room. He took his seat beside Amy again, and bumped his leg against hers under the table in a gesture of companionship that the adults couldn't see. He noticed that she didn't respond at all, and took a glance in her direction. She appeared to be sitting very still, almost like a statue, and had a hand resting on her stomach.
He bumped her knee with his again, and asked her quietly, "You okay Ames?"
Amy pushed her chair back quickly. The sudden movement drew the attention of everybody at the table as she stood up suddenly, her hand still held in her gut. She winced violently, and in the sudden silence a horrible wet gurgling noise seemed to erupt from her.
"Mummy," she whimpered softly, and hurried out of the room in an almost comical looking waddling walk. The faintest trace of a bad smell lingered in the air as she left the room.
Sonia quickly jumped up as her daughter waddled away. "Oh shit," she muttered, "please excuse me for a moment. I think Amy needs me." She disappeared into the laundry for a moment, the hurried back through carrying a towel from the drier.
An awkward silence fell over the table. In the quiet, they could hear Sonia knocking and talking to Amy through what sounded like a closed door. After a moment, a door opened, and there was the distinct sound of female sobbing. The door closed again, and shortly afterwards the sound of the shower started. After a few minutes, the door opened and closed again, and Sonia soon returned to the table. Nobody wanted to speak about what had happened, so they waited for her to sit back down and take a sip of wine.
Sonia looked around at the 3 pairs of eyes that weren't quite making contact with hers. She let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry about that. It looks like Amy's tummy is still playing up." She smiled at Dan. "Don't judge her Dan, it looks like you two drank a lot of sugary stuff today. It's upset her stomach a bit. She needs to have a quick shower before she comes back. She really can't help it sometimes, she has little accidents if her tummy is playing up."
Dan spoke up. "Yeah, she told me about it. But I don't think anything bad about her because of it. It's really no different than what happens to both of us when we wet ourselves."
He suddenly froze with embarrassment. While he knew that the 3 adults sitting with him already knew about their problems, he'd never actually spoken about it in front of his uncle before. He felt himself blushing furiously, and dropped his eyes.
Steve saw how embarrassed his nephew was, and figured it was his presence that caused it. "Danny mate. Don't be so silly about it. We all know you've got some bladder problems, your mother told me all about the doctors visit. It'll be okay buddy. It's not the right time for it now, but I'll talk to you later, if you want to that is. But we all know you can't help it, just like Amy can't. So none of us think any worse of either of you guys, got it?"
Dan managed a weak smile. "Thanks unky Steve."
He returned his attention back to Sonia. "Is Amy alright? Is she very upset? Can I see her? I want to tell her it's okay and not to worry about it."
"I'm sure she's fine Dan. But she usually needs a little time to get herself together after an accident like that. Particularly now she's had two in two days. It really doesn't happen very often, but the ice cream she had yesterday, then the fizzy drink today has made her tummy play up a lot. Just give her a chance to calm down, and I'm sure she'll be fine. She's just really embarrassed at the moment."
Dan suddenly felt very out of place at the table. He knew that Steve was probably nonplussed about seeing a 14 year old poop in her pants. He knew his mother was aware of Amy's issues, but his uncle probably wasn't. He knew it wasn't his place to explain things, so he excused himself and went back to the lounge room to play with his phone, whilst Amy's mum explained the situation. He didn't want to sit through the explanation. He felt uncomfortable enough about it already.
After 20 minutes, he still hadn't seen or heard from Amy, and his mother told him to start getting his stuff ready, as they were leaving shortly. He went to the toilet again, and noticed that the bathroom was empty and Amy's bedroom door was now shut. Steeling himself, he knocked softly in the door. When he didn't get any response, he knocked again slightly louder, and called out in a loud whisper "Ames. Please let me in! Mums going soon, and I need to see you! Please, please let me come in?" He lowered his voice even more. "Please Ames, I love you...."
There was perhaps 10 seconds of silence before he heard her watery reply, "Come in if you want to."
He went in, and found her laying on her bed. She was now barefoot, and wearing green pyjamas with moons and stars featured all over them. She was laying on her bed, hugging her teddy bear, and was still openly crying. It looked like she'd been sucking her thumb before he came in. Dans heart almost broke when he saw how distressed she looked.
He almost ran across the room so he could sit on her bed. Without waiting for a reaction, he lay down beside her and wrapped her in his arms.
"Oh Danny" she whimpered, and the tears started flowing again. He hugged her tightly, and was relieved when she started hugging him back just as fiercely. She felt so fragile and delicate in his embrace. He realised how bad it would look if a grown up came in and saw them laying side by side in her bed and cuddling, but he frankly just didn't care at that point. His girlfriend was crying, and he wanted to cuddle her and make it better. She buried her face in his shoulder, and sobbed uncontrollably for a good minute before she got herself back under control again.
"Shhhh. Please don't cry Ames. It's okay. You had an accident, nothing more. It doesn't matter. I've been watching you have number one accidents all weekend, this was only a number two instead. Nothing's changed between us. I know you couldn't help it, and I still love you, alright? Mum wants to leave, but I can't leave you like this, please don't cry."
She shocked him by suddenly laughing just a little bit.
"Now that's irony Dan. While you're telling me not to cry for messing myself, I lose control and wet myself instead."
He was at first shocked, then they made eye contact, and both started laughing. At first softly, but then louder. "Shhhh! They'll hear us!" Amy whispered. This only gave Dan a giggle fit. Soon, they were both giggling away, but trying to be quiet. Eventually they started to get themselves under control again, until Dan whispered in her ear "So did I!" And they started again.
When they finally stopped, Amy said "Did you really Danny, or were you just joking?"
"No Amy. I was trying so hard not to laugh out loud, and I peed a bit. It wasn't much, but I squirted a bit though. I only just used the toilet before I came in, so it wasn't a lot, but my pull up does have a little wet patch in it now!"
They were still holding each other. They fell silent, then Dan leaned in closer. They kissed ever so lightly, then a bit harder. They looked at each other, then kissed passionately. There hands were busily exploring each other's backs and shoulders, and they ground their bodies together as their tongues and teeth explored each other's mouths. Their bodies were firmly pressed together, Amy's hand was starting to squeeze Dans diapered butt, and they both felt sensations that were new for them. As before, they both seemed to realise that they were in danger of crossing an unspecified line. While technically they knew what that line entailed, they didn't really know exactly just where it was, but they could tell by the way that both their bodies were starting to react, that they would find that line if they didn't stop immediately.
"Come on Amy. Let's go out there together. Everyone's worried about you."
He took her hand and led her out. As they approached the dining room, she let go of his hand briefly. Without stopping, he once again grabbed it, and they walked back to the grown ups holding hands. It just felt right. |
Chapter 72:
When Dan had walked down the hallway to Amy's room, it hadn't gone unnoticed. Sue took the opportunity to speak to Sonia without the kids overhearing.
"So, how did those two get along? I hope Daniel behaved himself?"
Sonia grinned, "Oh Sue, they were fine! Danny was the perfect guest!" She lowered her voice a bit, "But I do detect a budding romance though! I wish you could have seen them. They're really cute together. I haven't seen my Amy laugh and giggle so much in years. Every time I saw them, they were laughing and playing silly games with each other, and you can tell that they like each other."
Keeping her voice low as well, Sue asked, "What about last night? Did Danny wet the bed? In fact, did he have any accidents at all? That's what's been worrying me the most. He can get really upset when he wets, especially with other children around. I've only recently been able to get him to wear a pull up during the day. He gets really paranoid about other people knowing he's wearing protection, but if he wets his pants, he gets upset about that as well. Then yesterday, before we came here, I bought him some proper adult nappies to try out. He promised me he'd wear them, and that's kind of when I found out that those two had been talking about their incontinence, because he knew by then that your daughter wears the same ones. He didn't seem as stressed at the thought of wearing one around her."
"Did you get him the Molicare ones? Pull ups or tape ons?"
"I bought both. Danny said he'd wear the tape on one to bed."
Sonia smiled. "They're brilliant. Amy has both, and they really cut down on the laundry. But as to your question, I know Amy had her sheets in the wash this morning, but I don't think she had to wash Dans. I didn't pay much attention to be honest. Wet pants and sheets are such a common occurrence around here that I don't even notice half the time."
She paused to top up their glasses before continuing. "That's one thing I asked Amy earlier, was did she have any accidents. I was really asking if she'd messed herself, but she quite brightly informed me that she had in fact wet her pants, but Danny was really "sweet and nice" about it, and it didn't matter at all because he had as well! I couldn't believe my daughter could wet her pants in front of someone else and be calm about it. But I think that's why they're getting on so well."
Sue was nodding. "Wow. Danny wet his pants and didn't freak out about it! That's a first. I suppose you're right. It must be nice for them to not have to worry so much about it."
"You're right again Sue. I bet you that they probably spent most of the time trying not to wet themselves, but when it happened, it just didn't seem like such a big deal. They've no doubt been talking in depth about their problems. It must be a huge relief for both of them to finally be able to talk to someone their own age."
She heard a door open, and footsteps approach. "Shhh. Here they come."
They glanced at the door as the kids walked in. They both looked especially young. Dans big pull up was sticking out the back of his shorts, and he hadn't put his shoes on yet, so his little ankle socks and baggy shorts somehow made him look younger than his age. Amy had obviously been crying, and her baggy pyjama pants were hanging low, and the waistband of her tape on nappy was clearly visible as well.
They really looked very young and innocent as they approached the table, still holding hands.
Amy cleared her throat. She addressed Sue and Steve, but struggled to make eye contact though.
"I'm really sorry for making a scene," she said, "I know it's not a nice thing to see, and I feel really really bad for doing that in front of you. Please don't think I'm just lazy or anything. I didn't mean to poo my pants in front of you."
Both Sue and Steve felt their hearts go out to her. She looked so upset and vulnerable, and sounded so much like a little girl that it was easy to forget that she was a teenager. They immediately assured her that she needn't apologise, and they hoped she was feeling better.
Sonia stood up and hugged her daughter, meaning she had to let go of Dans hand. After they hugged, she grabbed the waistband of Amy's pyjamas and hitched them up, concealing the diaper underneath. Sue also indicated to Dan to pull his pants up as well. He blushed a bit when he found out his nappy was visible.
"Put your shoes on Dan, and get your stuff organised. We're going shortly."
As the kids left the room, they seemed to automatically take hold of each other's hands once more as the walked down the hall. The grown ups all exchanged a look between themselves, and were smiling at each other.
Sue spoke first. "Wow. I guess you're right Son. They do seem to have hit it off. I can't believe how cute they look!"
Sonia and Steve both agreed, and from there the conversation turned to stories of their own first loves.
Daniel and Amy returned to her room. Once safely inside, Dan gave her a little peck on the cheek. "I told you it would be okay, didn't I?"
She smiled. "I know you did. But it's still sooo embarrassing though. I hate having messy accidents around people. I felt so nervous out there, I thought I would wet myself in front of them as well!"
"Do you need to go Ames?"
"I'm not busting Danny boy. But I could pee if I wanted to. But I'm not going to use the loo again tonight unless I need to poo again. Tonight is gonna be a big nappy night for me. I need to de-stress now."
Without speaking, Dan started rummaging around in his bag. He withdrew his hand, and wordlessly handed something to her.
His pacifier.
She grinned cheekily. Without speaking, she popped it in her mouth, spread her legs slightly, and started sucking on it. She took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and exhaled. All at once she felt hot pee flowing from between her legs, pooling ever so briefly before getting absorbed into the thick padding. She was a bit surprised. There was more pee coming out than she had anticipated, but it was nothing that her diaper couldn't handle. She put her hands flat on the tops of her legs, and bent over slightly, feeling the premium diaper swelling up as it did its job. She continued sucking on the paci as she emptied her bladder.
Dan was once again transfixed by the sight, and for what seemed like the millionth time this weekend, his penis had gone rock hard. He had no doubt at all about what he was going to do later on, in the privacy of his own room. Now he'd learnt how to do it, he couldn't wait to try it again. He was sure that his own nappy now felt wetter than before.
Amy gave a shudder, then opened her eyes. She was smiling broadly around the pacifier. She ran a hand around between her legs and over her butt, then squeezed her legs together, revelling in the warm squishiness she felt there. She removed the paci, and wiped it on her sleeve before trying to hand it back.
Dan just smiled. "You keep it Ames. I don't think I need it anymore."
She looked at him quizzically.
"What I mean is, I think I'm finally starting to accept something. I AM in control."
They came together and kissed. It wasn't a big, passionate kiss, but a sweet, innocent one. They could hear Sue calling for Dan to hurry up, and they needed to be quick. He kissed her once on the mouth, then once on the tip of her nose.
"I've gotta go Ames. But remember. I really love you!"
"I love you too, Catholic boy" she replied.
She stashed the pacifier, and they walked back to their parents. |
Chapter 73:
Dan didn't bother putting his shoes on, he slipped his socked feet into his flip flops instead, which made Amy giggle. "Oh geez Dan, that is so much not a good look!" He shrugged his indifference at her, and again they went back to the dining room.
Sue and Steve got up, thank-yous were exchanged, goodbyes were said, and Daniel, being the good mannered boy that he was, thanked Sonia for letting him stay over. Sue added her gratitude as well, and offered to return the favour at any stage, saying that Amy was welcome at their place at any stage if Sue wanted a babysitter.
"You know darling, I may just take you up on that. My gentleman friend has been asking me to have a weekend away at some point. If Amy's happy enough, maybe she could stay at your place one weekend?" She glanced at her daughter who was nodding excitedly, as was Dan.
"Amy's welcome anytime you want Son. Do it next week if you want. We'll catch up for coffee during the week and discuss it." She looked like she had a tear in her eye. "I am so glad we met you. It's been so long, and I'd missed you so much! I'm not losing you again! I'm going to set up a Facebook account for you, and you are going to bloody well learn to use it! What do you think Amy?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that. Mum just refuses to do Facebook, no matter how many times I've tried to sign her up!"
Sue smiled, "But I'm sure once she realises how much easier it makes it to spy on you kids, she'll be all for it!"
The adults laughed at the look of horror that passed between Amy and Dan.
"Well, since you put it like that...." Sonia smiled.
Eventually Steve, Sue, and Dan made it out the door. The kids agreed to text each other later, the adults planned a coffee morning, and with that, they were leaving. Dan put his bag and shoes in the boot of his uncles car, and again sat in the back.
"I know you've had a lot of junk food this weekend darling, but your mother really cannot be stuffed cooking tonight. How does a pizza sound? What about you brother dearest? If you stop for pizza, it's my shout. Come and eat with us."
Steve agreed to stop, but didn't want to stay for dinner. He was anxious to get back to his partner. They didn't often spend a lot of time away from each other.
They drove for 15 minutes until they were back in Sue and Dans neighbourhood, and Sue gave instructions on how to get to their favourite pizza shop. It was nestled in a group of shops that included various take away outlets, a liquor store, newsagents and others. Even though it was a Sunday evening, the place was very busy. Steve had to park a few rows back, and the takeaway stores were all doing a roaring trade.
Getting out of the car, Sue asked Dan if he wanted to go with her. Indicating his lack of footwear, Dan said he'd stay in the car. Steve decided he'd grab a bottle of wine to take home, and they left Dan in the car.
Alone at last, Dan sighed. He was a touch confused about his feelings. He missed Amy already. He toyed with the idea of texting her, but apart from telling her they were getting pizza, he had nothing else to say. But he was also relieved to be going home. The past two days had been a whirlwind of emotion for him. Not only had he fallen hopelessly in love for the first time, but he'd also battled with a lot of other things as well.
Concern for his aunt, an almost child like worry deep down that something would happen and his mother wouldn't come back, the stress of wearing big diapers around other people, worry about wetting his pants and bed, not to mention his feelings of helplessness at seeing his new girlfriend getting so upset for messing herself.
All of those stressful emotions balanced out with the positive ones. The relief of finally talking to another kid with the same problems, discovering that in some circumstances that wetting yourself could actually be fun, and not only fun, but a sexually charged type of fun as well. Yesterday he would never of guessed that wetting his pants and watching someone else wet theirs as well, could possibly turn him on so much.
His thoughts turned to how many times he and Amy had wet their pants or diapers in front of each other. The more he thought of her, the more he was aware that he was starting to get aroused again. The sight of her wet shorts, the memory of her sucking on the paci as she peed in her nappy, the thought of her pretty little feet and her socks, were all starting to make him go hard yet again.
He tried to turn his thoughts away. He was aware of a slight need to pee again. He knew he'd drank a huge amount today, but surely by now his bladder should be returning to normal. After all, it wasn't like he'd been holding on a lot. Quite the opposite in fact. He'd been peeing quite freely all day it seemed. But there was no doubt about it. He could feel the first stages of a pee building up in him. It certainly wasn't a problem yet, but he knew he could go if he tried.
"Pre-emptive strike!" The words, spoken in Amy's voice seemed to just get whispered in his ear.
A glance at the pizzeria showed his mum sitting down and waiting. His uncle was now seated beside her, a brown paper bag on the table in front of him. He had obviously purchased his wine then gone into the shop while Dan was daydreaming.
He made his mind up. He opened the door and got out, being careful where he put his socked feet. There was nobody around his immediate area, although there were lots of people around the shops only 30 meters away. Acting casual, he walked around to the back of the car. Once there, he leaned over the boot lid and rested his elbows on it. He held his phone in his hands, and pretended to be busy with it. He spread his legs wider, and relaxed.
The relief was immediate, but so was the nerves. He had learned the hard way what could happen if he peed flat out in a Goodnight, and even though he had a grown up nappy on, it still made him nervous to trust it like this. But he had no choice now, he was peeing.
As soon as he had spread his legs and bent forward, he'd felt a leak. Before he'd even really relaxed his bladder muscles properly in fact. He felt the initial squirt shoot out. Instinctively he clamped down on his bladder by force of habit, and had to concentrate on just relaxing and letting go. He looked around nervously. He felt a strong stream erupting inside his diaper, and he tried to slow it down a bit. He found that he could slow it, but he had no chance of actually stopping it. He felt the urine running down his crotch, tickling his balls as it flowed down. The front of his diaper absorbed what it could, but the rest slowly ran down to be absorbed in the gusset area. He felt the thick padding swelling up so much between his legs, that he thought a leak must be imminent. He expected at any moment that he would feel the tell tale feeling of a hot trickle running down his legs. But once again his diaper did its job, and his legs and shorts stayed dry, even as his flow gradually subsided. As he pushed the last bit out, he farted, which took him by surprise.
He didn't see his mother watching him from inside the shop. She had seen him getting out of the car, and was wondering what he was doing. Once she saw him standing still, she realised what was happening. She nudged Steve, and drew his attention towards his nephew.
"Danny's wetting himself," she said.
Steve was watching. "Poor little bugger. I wish I could help him. It's gotta be so hard for a boy his age to deal with that. I mean, I thought I had it tough being gay, but what he's going through must be worse."
They watched as Danny ran a hand over his shorts and looked at them, obviously checking for leaks, then getting back into the car.
"Don't say anything to him Steve. Just let him deal with it. If he wants to talk about it, he will, but I doubt he wants us to know."
As Dan sat back down, he realised that for a change he didn't feel that stressed about being wet. In fact, doing the pre-emptive strike was just like Amy had said, it gave him back a feeling of control again.
"If I have to pee my pants, I better get used to doing it on my own terms," he said aloud to himself, "and if Ames can cope with it. So can I."
He took another deep breath, amazed at just how calm he felt.
"I will get through this, and I AM in control," he said forcefully.
His thoughts turned again to what his future with Amy held.
He was smiling.
END OF PART ONE.
Edit: this story will be continuing on this same thread. |
PART 2
Chapter 1:
They arrived home shortly after. Dan dropped his bag and shoes in his room, and returned to the kitchen.
"Are you ready to eat mate, or do you want to have a quick shower first?"
"I'll eat first mum. I'm gonna have a shower later."
Sue was a bit surprised. She was 99% sure her son had wet himself earlier, which usually meant he would shower straight away, but she didn't want to ask. She knew that he was wearing a premium diaper and not a Goodnight, and she supposed it mustn't be as uncomfortable when it was wet. If he was comfortable in it, she wouldn't fuss. Not bothering with plates, she sat the 2 pizza boxes on the table, along with 2 glasses of milk,and they sat down to eat.
"So sweetie. It looks like you had fun. I'm guessing you and Amy got on alright?" She was expecting Dan to be a bit embarrassed and dodge the question.
He surprised her by smiling broadly, then trying to talk with his mouth full. She motioned for him to slow down and swallow.
"Amy's really cool mum! We had a lot of fun! We didn't really do a lot, just watched TV, played games and went swimming, but we talked a hell of a lot! She's amazing the way she deals with her problems."
Smiling cautiously, Sue asked "I don't want to pry, baby, but did you guys talk much about your problems? I mean, I'm guessing that you did of course, but was it nice talking to another teenager about it? And how did the grown up protection go? Are they comfortable? Did you have any accidents?"
"We talked a lot mum. Do you know Ames wears the big pull ups to school? Not kiddies ones like I do? She thinks I should do the same. I gotta admit that they are more comfortable. Well, not really comfortable I mean, but thicker. They just don't leak, well, not if I'm standing up."
He lowered his eyes a bit. "I did have a couple of accidents though. Last night I made one leak a bit cause I held on too long and wet myself sitting down, but if I'm standing they're fine. Amy does this thing she calls a pre-emptive strike. If she knows that she might not be able to get to the toilet, she chooses to use her nappy where it's safe, rather than hold on and risk a big leak."
He had stopped eating, and was blushing furiously, but seemed determined to continue. "Please don't think it's being lazy mum. It's not. But if she's starting to get desperate, she can't hold on, not even as much as I can, and I can't hold on long. So if it's safe, she'll do a wee standing up somewhere so she doesn't leak." He seemed to be struggling a bit, but pushed on regardless, "I tried it, and it works. I don't mean I want to run around just wetting myself, but if I choose to do it, I can control how quickly I pee, and these big pull ups won't leak. I experimented a few times. It feels weird to wet on purpose, but I really wanted to see how well they held up."
Sue wasn't entirely shocked by this. She had gotten Dan to experiment with using his Goodnights during the day, and even though he had resisted at first, she knew he'd done it more than a few times. She'd kept a secret count of how many he'd been going through during this practice phase, and knew he'd used a lot more than he'd let on. She actually thought it was common sense. If he was going to have to trust his protection at school, he had to know how much faith he could put in them. She was just a bit surprised that he'd experiment around Amy. But as she thought more about it, it kind of made sense. It sounded like Amy had been like a "diaper mentor" for Dan, and had given him the advice that Sue herself couldn't give. The bottom line was that if her son was happy and comfortable with his choice of protection, then it was fine with her. His next statement surprised her though.
"I might start wearing them to school mum. But Amy said they're a lot harder to hide. She actually told her class at school about them, so she doesn't have to try and hide it. I was wondering if I should do the same thing."
To say Sue was gobsmacked was an understatement. "But Danny, you've only just started a new school because of the bullying you were getting. Do you think it's wise to put yourself up for that sort of thing again?"
"I dunno mum. But I do know that it's hard to get away with wearing even the kids pull ups at school. When I wear the onesie it's okay, but on days when I have to change for sport and stuff, it's very hard. I've either got to not wear one, or try to put one on after. Plus, I haven't had to change my pull up at school yet, and I can't figure out how I could do it without anyone seeing me. Even if I don't leak, but get a wet pull up, I'd still have to somehow get a clean one from my bag and carry it to the toilet block. Then I'd have to sneak the wet one to the bin. It's only a matter of time before I have a big accident and leak everywhere, or even a little one that makes me need to change. As soon as that happens, the other kids are going to find out anyway. Maybe it would be better to tell them first," he smiled shyly, "just like a pre-emptive strike."
"But how would you go about it mate? Just stand up and tell them? You can't do that!"
"No mum. But I've been thinking about it. We found out that one of the guys at school who is kinda a friend of mine, well, it turns out he wets his bed. I'm starting to become mates with his group of friends, and they all know about it, and they don't make a big deal out of it. I thought I could like "come out" to Scott, he's the kid who wets, and tell him that he's not alone, that I do as well. If they can accept him, they might accept me too! I'd have to tell them that I'm actually incontinent, and wet more than just my bed."
Sue wasn't sure what to say. "I've got to be honest Daniel. I'm not convinced. What you're saying makes sense, but what if they don't accept it? It could put you back in the same situation you were in before. I hear what you're saying about hiding it, but it's a big risk. I don't think you should rush into it. Talk to your dad about it first. See what he thinks."
Dan nodded. "I will mum. Don't worry. I'm just thinking about it at the moment. I haven't fully made up my mind yet."
"And what about the tape on diaper? Did you wear one last night?"
"Yeah I did. It didn't leak at all, and I think I wet twice. It was hard to do the tapes up properly though. That'll take practice. Also, if I'm wearing one of those, I reckon it would make it awful hard to go to the toilet. If I did make it in time I mean."
"What does Amy do with hers then Danny?"
"Well, Amy wets every night anyway. After she puts a big nappy on, she doesn't try to take it off unless she needs to go number twos. Once it's on, it stays on."
Sue had to process that. She wasn't sure how comfortable she was with Dan just wetting his nappy on purpose, but she understood the difficulty he'd face trying to take it off in time. He normally didn't wet every night, and she worried he may just give up trying if he started doing the same thing.
"What about now? Are you wet?"
She was surprised by his forthright answer. "I am actually mum. But it's okay. These work really well at drawing it away. It still feels nearly dry. I won't have to change until I have a shower. But as good as they are, I don't think I'm ready to wear them to school yet. I'm gonna stick with the Goodnights for now at least."
After their dinner, Dan took his bag to his room and unpacked. He thought back on the conversation he had just had with his mother. He was usually a lot more reticent when it came to discussing his diapers or wetting, but he had decided that it was time he took more charge of the situation. If he really was in control like he kept telling himself, then he had to act like it. It was time to stop kidding himself and trying to wish his problems away.
He was starting to accept the fact that his incontinence wasn't going to just disappear, at least in the short term, and he needed to deal with it.
After all, if his girlfriend could accept not only her own issues, but his as well, it was time that he did the same. |
Chapter 2:
Alone at last, Daniel reclined on his bed and stretched out, the plastic mattress protector crinkling softly underneath him. Again, he considered texting Amy, but decided not to. Instead, he logged onto Facebook and browsed there instead. He did have some homework he could have done, but it wasn't due till later in the week. He didn't have any messages to respond to, but he'd been tagged in a couple of posts. He spent some time browsing with his phone plugged in to recharge. His father was going to call at some stage, and Dan didn't know if he'd call his phone, or the house phone.
He had to work out what he was going to say to his dad. They hadn't spoken since his last call on Wednesday night, and no doubt he would want to talk about Dr Singhs diagnosis. He wanted to shower, but didn't want to miss his old mans call. Dan really missed his father while he was away, and was looking forward to when his current swing shift would finish, but that was still over a week away. They were planning on going fishing when he got back, and maybe camping as well.
Without thinking about it, he started reaching for the drawer that normally held his pacifier, suddenly remembering he didn't have it anymore. He had happily given it to Amy, but he wouldn't totally rule out buying another one.
The thought of Amy using his paci bought back memories. He smiled to himself, enjoying the thoughts that started running through his mind. He put his hand down inside his shorts, and gave himself a firm squeeze through his swollen nappy, enjoying the sensation.
He was definitely looking forward to having some alone time later. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, with the time to experiment for a while.
He wondered if he could pee again, but decided that he must finally be drying out. He had wet his diaper over an hour ago, and he didn't feel like he was building up any faster than usual now. He was relieved by this. As much fun as their excessive fluid intake and the related pee play had been, it was a bit unnerving to be peeing constantly, and with little control. He'd genuinely enjoyed pretending to be little with Amy, even though their game of schools had hit a nerve, but being "Little Dan" had been fun. He thought that the next time they got a chance to play, he wanted to see what "Little Amy" would get up too. He imagined himself playing the teacher, and Amy being the naughty little girl who needed the potty. The stirring he felt in his pull up indicated that he'd enjoy it, he thought.
He was bought back to reality by the sound of the house phone ringing downstairs. He jumped up, and heard his mum talking to his dad as his feet started padding down the steps.
"Oh hi Pete! How are you? Yes, we're good, but we miss you of course!"
Pause, then "Uh huh. No, that's all sorted. No, don't worry. Yes, really. How's the job going? Oh, you're kidding! Really?"
The one side of the conversation he could hear went on like this for a while. Sue was smiling at him, and gesturing for him to not go away.
"Yes. He's fine! He's right here, waiting to talk to you as usual."
Pause
"I'll let Dan tell you about it. Hang on, I'll pass you over, but I want to talk to you again after he's finished! Ok, here's Danny!"
She passed Dan the phone. Dan felt that familiar surge of child like excitement that he always got when he spoke to his dad. The sound of his voice was a simple pleasure that Dan hadn't yet grown out of.
"Danny my mate! How the bloody hell are you?"
After the greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, the topic of Dans doctors appointment came up. Dan steeled himself, then started relating what he had found out. He told his father about the diagnosis, and they discussed what it meant. Dan surprised himself by being able to discuss it in an adult manner. He didn't break down, he didn't whinge or moan about it, he just discussed it calmly.
Talking about that was one thing, but he couldn't bring himself to mention that he was now wearing real diapers. His father knew he was wearing Goodnights to school, but Dan couldn't find a way to mention his new undergarments. No doubt his mother would anyway, and Dan was happy to let her do it.
Instead, he told Peter about Amy. Of course he left out a lot of relevant details about her incontinence, but again was confident that his mother would fill in the missing pieces for him.
When he told his dad that he'd spent the weekend at her place, his father made him blush by joking that his son must be a smooth operator, being able to meet a pretty girl then move into her house on the same day.
"So Danny, would you say she's your girlfriend then?" This was said in a lighthearted teasing tone. "You guys a couple or what? It's about time you got yourself a girl after all. I had to beat them away with a stick when I was your age you know!"
Dan laughed at the absurdity. "I'm not going to dignify that with an answer dad, but she is kinda special ya know? Like really nice, and very pretty too."
Peter picked up by Dans tone of voice that he shouldn't joke too much about it. He realised then that his teenage son had actually gotten himself a girlfriend, and he couldn't be happier for him. He wouldn't spoil it by making cheesy jokes.
Dan rattled on for a while longer, and Pete was glad that his son couldn't see his grin. He couldn't help but grin. It seemed that no matter what Dan said, the word "Amy" kept popping into his conversation. His boy actually sounded a bit love struck.
As they talked, Dan became aware of his need to pee starting to build again, but thankfully not as quickly or severely as it had been doing earlier. It wasn't urgent, just a normal feeling of slight build up, probably prompted by the big glass of milk he'd drank with his dinner.
Eventually they finished, and Dan said "I love you dad. I really miss you. See you soon. I'll put mum back on. Bye."
He handed the phone back to Sue, who had been sitting patiently at the table sipping a cup of tea. Once she took the phone, Dan quickly made himself scarce by going back upstairs to his room and closing the door.
Dan didn't want to listen to his mothers next part of the conversation. No doubt it would involve his new diapers, his aunt Jackie, Sonia, and how cute he and Amy were. All of it he'd either heard already, or didn't want to.
He decided it was time for a shower. While his mother was tied up on the phone, it would give him a chance to have some uninterrupted alone time to pee in his diaper one more time before he took it off.
He wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to do that, but he knew that he did.
He took his shorts, socks, and shirt off, and stood in front of his mirror in just his pull up. He noticed it was a bit discoloured in the front, and a bit swollen as well. Just to be safe he got a towel to stand on.
Dan stood there, feet on the towel, legs slightly spread. He relaxed his bladder, and........nothing happened.
He could hear his mothers muffled voice as she spoke in the phone, and was aware that his absolute guarantee of privacy was still valid, although limited. He spread his feet a bit further apart, but it was like he had stage fright. He couldn't believe it. He had spent a full afternoon just freely wetting his pants or nappy in front of his girlfriend. He'd peed in his pull up in a busy car park when he hadn't even been desperate to go. But now, safely alone in his room, with a genuine need to pee, wearing an already wet diaper, and he couldn't seem to let go.
He had no doubt that if he pushed, he could force himself to pee, but he didn't want to do that. He couldn't explain exactly why, but he wanted to just relax and freely drain himself without pushing. He wanted to experience the pleasure of just letting go and wetting himself, without it being a big deal, and he thought he might just know how to do it.
He put his thumb in his mouth, and started sucking on it.
Almost immediately he felt warmth flowing over his boyhood. He watched his reflection, seeing a young looking boy, wearing nothing but an already swollen diaper, that was now swelling and starting to sag as he watched, who had a thumb firmly ensconced in his mouth. The feeling of relief and freedom was intense and incredible. His entire groin area, including between his spread legs was now warm and wet, and the heat was building.
He put his left hand on his nappy and pushed on it. He could feel the warm squishiness as he squeezed softly. As he squeezed, a trickle ran out of the left legband, and ran down the inside of his leg and puddled around his left foot.
Now he was peeing, he couldn't stop. But in saying that, he never tried to stop either. He just went with it. Right thumb in his mouth, tongue working its way over it, the thumb and first 3 fingers of his left hand clamped on his swollen nappy, his little finger resting under the elastic legband, and now actually having the pee trail flowing over it, before finding its way down to his bare foot.
Even though his heart rate seemed to go up, he felt a lot better by the time he'd finished.
He'd leaked so much, the wetness had soaked through the towel, and left a little wet spot on the beige carpet. That was enough to snap him back to reality. He waddled into the bathroom, ran some cold water on a corner of the towel, then waddled back to quickly sponge the carpet. He patted it as dry as he could, and was pretty sure that it wouldn't leave a stain.
Soon he had the pull up bagged and binned, and was standing under the hot running water of his shower. His excitement was standing to attention in front of him. He started to soap his legs and feet up, but it was only a few seconds before he'd started paying closer attention to his private area.
Release didn't take long. He was a bit disappointed in the lack of duration. It seemed like he'd achieved his intended goal within 30 seconds.
Dan wasn't really surprised though. He'd been in various states of almost continual arousal since he'd first discovered the method of release only a day ago. He wondered how long it would take before he could do it again. He thought he might be trying it out again later.
He finished his bathing, managed to squeeze a final dribble of pee out, then turned off the shower and stepped out.
After drying, he decided to return to his normal habits. He would stay un-diapered until his bedtime. He slipped his grey pyjamas on, going commando underneath. Once again he marvelled at how relaxed he felt after reaching a climax.
Going downstairs, he spent a couple of hours with his mother, just watching TV. He didn't need to pee anymore, and enjoyed the free feeling of not being diapered, or even wearing underwear for a change.
As 10pm rolled around, he was yawning. It was his bedtime, as tomorrow was a school day. After he yawned again, Sue told him to brush his teeth and go to bed, so he kissed her goodnight, and went upstairs.
After using the toilet, washing his hands and brushing his teeth, he sent Amy a quick text.
"Goodnight Ames. Thanks for a great weekend. I love you. xxx"
Dan pulled out a tape on diaper, took off his pants, and put on a clean pair of socks. He opened the diaper up, and folded it up between his legs. But just like last night, he couldn't seem to get it done up correctly. It just drooped on one side, and was to tight on the other. If he adjusted it, it seemed wrong the other way.
He was getting quite frustrated with it, and eventually exclaimed "Shit!" in a louder than anticipated voice.
He nearly jumped through the ceiling when there was a sudden knock on his door.
"Danny! Are you okay mate? What's wrong sweetie?"
He'd been so wrapped up and absorbed with getting himself wrapped up in something absorbent, that he hadn't heard his mother coming up the stairs.
He walked to the door, and opened it up a crack, making sure he kept himself standing well behind it, so only his head was visible.
"Sorry mum. I'm just, uh, like trying to get one of these tape on things on, and I can't get it to like fit properly. It keeps getting loose and stuff."
"Oh Danny. Is that all? I thought you'd hurt yourself! Here. Let me help you."
"NO WAY MUM!" He almost shouted, then got himself under control again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I've got no pants on! You can't see me in just this! I mean, no way! That'd be like wrong or something!"
Sue had to laugh at his reaction.
"Danny, mate. I'm not offering to actually diaper you, just let me see it. I see you in your underwear all the time! Let me just have a look, you've probably got the tapes wrong or something. Come on. Don't be stupid. Let me check it, then we can go to bed. I'm worn out."
Dan sighed, knowing she was right. He opened the door with his left hand, and used his right hand to keep his pyjama top held down.
Adopting a no nonsense approach, Sue told him to lay down on his bed, and fearing her mood, Dan complied, but kept his shirt pulled down. As he lay there, his mother picked up the packet and read the instructions.
"Alright Danny. I'm going to undo these tapes. Hold it in place, alright?"
Dan couldn't speak. He just held his nappy firmly in place as she undid the tapes.
"Righto. I think you need to do these bottom ones up first, white onto blue, then these top ones. There! Easy as that. If you do them in the wrong order, they won't tighten up properly. Now, give me a kiss, I'm going to bed."
Blushing furiously, Dan stood up, still holding his shirt down as much as possible. "Thanks mum," he muttered.
Seeing his hands were occupied with his shirt, Sue couldn't resist. She reached around and patted his diapered backside.
"No problems sweetie. That's what mothers are for!"
She was laughing at the look of shock and horror on his face after she patted his butt. She was in fact nearly in hysterics as she left his room. But once the shock had left him, he couldn't help but laugh with her.
"NOT FAIR MUM!" He yelled after her as she walked away laughing.
He checked his phone. No reply from Amy. He guessed she was probably in bed already. Sighing softly, he climbed into his bed.
He considered the fact that his mum had just helped to diaper him. That hadn't happened since he had been about 6, and wore cloth diapers to bed. He'd definitely have to read the instructions again, so he could get them on without help.
Switching his light off, he had fully intended to continue his experiments with his own body, but he was asleep within 2 minutes.
Thinking about Amy. |
Chapter 3:
Amy:
After Dans family had left, Amy started to head off to her room.
"Hang on a second sweet pea. I'm going to make a cuppa. Want a tea?" Sonia enquired.
Amy didn't really feel like one, but could tell that her mother wanted to talk, so she agreed.
With steaming hot cups of tea in front of them, mother and daughter sat across from each other at the table.
Sonia broke the ice. "How are you feeling now, princess? Tummy still playing up?"
Amy gave the weakest of smiles. "I think I'm okay now mum. Everything feels alright now. I'm not really sure what happened before. I started to feel just a little bit icky, and I was gonna go to the toilet, but Danny just suddenly got up and went. I thought I'd just wait until he came back, but I kinda couldn't."
"You do remember that you can always use my bathroom in an emergency, don't you honey?"
"Yeah, I know that mum. But it didn't seem like an emergency or anything, I was just gonna hold on for a moment, but like I said, I couldn't. Don't worry, next time I'll just go, emergency or not!"
They smiled at each other. They'd had many similar conversations before, and they both understood that there were no problems with each other, just a mutual desire to make sure it didn't happen again. Sonia changed the topic.
"So, are you taped up now, or still in a pull up?"
Amy dropped her eyes. "Yeah mum. I put a tape on one on. I'm not stressing any more tonight. I'll change before bed though."
Understanding what Amy was alluding to, Sonia nodded her head. "That's okay sweetie, so long as you're feeling better. Don't worry about using the loo unless you've got to. If you get wet, you can just change later, okay?"
Amy smiled bashfully. Her mother had, as usual, basically given her permission to just relax, and use her nappy to pee in.
"Thanks mummy," she replied in a quiet voice.
"Sooo, what's the full story with you and Danny? It seems like you guys have clicked with each other."
Amy reddened a little, but her smile got wider at the same time. Sonia couldn't really tell if her daughter was blushing, or glowing with excitement.
"Yeah, I guess we did click a bit. I dunno. It's just nice to meet another kid I can sorta relate to I guess. I mean, it's not just that Danny has the same kinda problems as me, but also he really seems to understand other stuff. Like he doesn't poo his pants like I do sometimes, but he was so nice to me when I did. He wasn't like disgusted or anything. He was just worried about how upset I was. And my nappy leaked a bit last night, and my sheet got wet, and he wasn't freaked out or uncomfortable about it. He just helped me change the bed. And yesterday, when we went to the park, I didn't even know him properly then, and I got a bit kinda sad when we were talking, and he was just so nice and concerned about me. He comforted me!"
She gave her mum a wicked grin. "He's also pretty hot as well, isn't he?"
Sonia had to laugh. "He's certainly not ugly I suppose! But I think he's a bit young for me to say he's hot," and they both shared a laugh.
Sonia continued delicately. "But you guys wouldn't do anything too naughty would you? I trust you princess, but as nice as Danny seems, we've only known him for a couple of days. I wouldn't want you to get yourself into a position where you were going to be doing anything that you shouldn't be doing." She kind of expected her daughter to fire up and perhaps even get upset at her concern. But her daughters response surprised her
"Don't worry mum. Danny's not the sort of boy who'd ever try to make me do anything bad. He's actually kind of shy. He gets embarrassed all the time. It's really kind of cute. His diaper leaked last night, and I thought he was going to catch on fire, he was so red! He kept his shirt on in the pool, and he thinks he's chubby," she gave another grin, "but I think he's just quite cuddly!" She hastened to add "But that doesn't mean I cuddled him or anything!"
This conversation seemed to put her mothers mind at ease, and after they finished their tea, Amy excused herself and went to her room. Her phone was nearly flat, so she plugged in her charger. She had an English essay to start, so she fired up her laptop and settled back on her bed, leaning her back against the wall, drawing her knees up, and balancing the computer on her lap.
She was about half an hour in, when she suddenly felt a little warmer between her legs. The position she had been sitting in had meant that she had been unaware of her pee building up. She hadn't felt it at all, until she leaked.
Amy gently placed the laptop beside her on the bed, then reached into her bedside drawer, and retrieved the blue pacifier. She bought it up to her eye level and studied it. The dummy looked worn, but not worn out. It didn't look like Danny had bitten or chewed it at all, just sucked on it for comfort. She closed her eyes, and her mind bought up the mental image of her boyfriend sucking on it while he wet his nappy. He had looked so sweet!
Suddenly, she felt her bladder twitch a bit. Not wasting any time, she put the dummy in her mouth, and keeping her feet flat on the bed, she opened her legs as she started sucking on it. Her bladder released immediately. Hot wetness flooded out of her in a big torrent, running over her private area, and finding its way between her butt cheeks, before being absorbed in the back of her thick nappy. She sighed in contentment. It was nice to just relax and do a wee whenever she wanted to. Knowing she was back at school tomorrow, meant that she'd have to start being more circumspect about it. Maybe doing the occasional pre-emptive strike if necessary, but not just gambling on leaking like she just had.
After the final trickle died out, she ran her hands under her backside and over her pyjamas, but she was still dry, at least on the outside.
She let out a yawn, feeling quite tired all of a sudden. She was struggling with her homework, as English wasn't her best subject. A thought crossed her mind. Danny was very good at English apparently. Plus, being a year ahead of her at school meant that he would have already done the sort of stuff she was struggling with. It might be a great excuse to see him one night during the week! He might come over and help her with her homework! She would ask him tomorrow.
Looking at her bedside clock, she noticed it wasn't even nine o'clock yet, but she yawned again. "Screw it" she thought, "I'm going to have an early night."
Even though she had showered only a couple of hours ago, after her messy accident, she liked to shower after wearing a wet nappy. She turned off her laptop, and stood up. As soon as she was upright, she felt her heavy diaper sagging down at the back. It was a wonder it hadn't leaked really. She was glad that she was wearing a tape on one.
She went into the bathroom, where she undressed and removed her nappy, marvelling at the weight of it. She knew that she'd just done a huge pee in it, but by the feel of it, she thought that she must of leaked a few times earlier. That's what depressed her, when she wet herself without knowing. It was fun to wet herself on purpose sometimes, to get the feeling of being in control that Danny seemed so stressed about, but when she leaked within knowing, it was kind of depressing.
Sighing, she slipped a shower cap over her hair to keep it dry, then had a quick shower, paying the most attention to washing her private areas, front and back, after she squeezed the last drops of pee out of course.
After drying herself off, she slipped her pyjamas on, brushed her teeth, and went to say goodnight to her mother, giving her a kiss and cuddle, and thanking her for helping her out after her accident.
Amy didn't hang around there for too long though. She enjoyed the times she spent when she wasn't wearing a diaper, like she had that afternoon, but if she wet herself outside it wasn't a big deal, not like it would be if she peed, or even worse, pooped, on the carpet.
Back in her room, she shut her door, removed her pants, and applied a generous amount of nappy rash cream both front and back.
As she was rubbing it in on her groin area, she found herself thinking of Danny. He really was hot she thought. And when he had wet his nappy in front of her behind the pool last night! That was probably one of the hottest, cutest things she had ever seen. She found her fingers pressing against her sex more firmly, and moving quicker. She sort of shuddered.
Knowing what she wanted, even needed to do, she put her new night nappy on, immediately feeling more secure once it was between her legs. She only did the bottom leg tapes up though, then slipped into bed with the top tapes still undone, then turning off her bedside light, plunging her room into darkness.
Feeling safe and secure with her privacy at last, she lay back and closed her eyes, but not before slipped her right hand inside her half undone diaper, and slipped the dummy in her mouth as well.
Her hand started tracing small circles down there, and she let her thoughts drift towards her boyfriend. She saw the look of terror on his face, as his dummy had flown out of his bag, and he'd wet himself on the couch, causing a leak. Then, they were behind the pool, and she had watched him wet, then they had kissed proper for the first time, she moaned a bit, remembering her first grown up kiss.
Their playtime in the yard came next, when he'd wet his cute little shorts in a panic when she'd tricked him into thinking his mum had arrived while they were smoking.
But when she started thinking of "little Dan", first the naughty little schoolboy, then the young boy who decided to pee his pants on purpose, her fingers started moving even quicker, feeling a wetness that definitely wasn't pee.
She felt her body start to tremble. A tingling feeling started everywhere, in her groin, her tummy, her feet, her chest. It got more and more intense, until her body convulsed, her hips rising off the bed, trying to meet her hand even more firmly. She groaned loudly around her pacifier.
All too soon, she was spent. She turned her light back on just long enough to tape her nappy on properly, and check her phone. She felt a mild disappointment that she hadn't heard from Dan, but he was probably like her, just trying to process stuff that he wasn't used to. She considered sending him a message, but an extremely heavy sort of tiredness had now enveloped her.
Amy turned her phone off, then her light, and put her dummy away. She lay back, cuddling her best friend, Teddy.
As she drifted off to sleep, she was smiling, thinking about Dan. |
Chapter 4:
At 2:25am, Dan woke up, absolutely bursting for a pee. Still more asleep than awake, he threw the covers back and climbed out of bed. He clamped a hand into his crotch, and bent over, squeezing his knees together briefly until he had gotten himself under control. He took the few necessary steps across the room to enter his bathroom, with the feeling in the back of his sleep deprived mind that something was different.
He could tell he needed to go badly, that his bladder was very full, fuller than it usually was while he slept. He normally would have wet in his sleep long before now. Knowing too well that his Goodnight would fail miserably and leak everywhere if he wet himself, he waddled into the bathroom while trying to clamp down tightly on his penis with his hand. The problem was, he couldn't seem to grip it properly, his pyjamas or pull up seemed thicker than usual.
As he switched the light on, he felt the first squirt shoot out. Not bothering with the toilet, knowing that he was going to be peeing uncontrollably within seconds, he slid the shower door open instead with his left hand, while trying to maintain pressure on his boyhood with his right. Door open, he reefed his grey pyjama pants down, and grabbed at the waistband of his Goodnight.
Thats when his sleepy brain clicked onto what was different. He wasn't wearing a Goodnight, he had a big, grownup Molicare on instead.
The teenage boy crossed his socked ankles over each other, and bent at the waist as he started fumbling for the tapes. He managed to get the one on his left hip undone, but that was all. He felt his penis, which was not quite hard, but nearly so and pointing upwards towards the waistband, give a big wet twitch, and then the dam burst.
He quicly stepped out of his pants, and into the shower. His socks found a few wet spots from his earlier shower, but he couldn't do anything about that. He only had enough time to spread his legs, lift his shirt up, and incline his head downwards to stare at his rapidly filling diaper. It seemed to swell as he watched it, and he could only exhale in defeat as he saw a darker tinge appear on the front, and he waited for the inevitable trickles on his legs which would end up soaking his socks.
He stood in silence for what seemed like a long time, peeing as hard as he ever had, his big nappy getting bigger. The heat was spreading from under the elastic waistband to encompass the entire front area of the diaper, and he felt warmth flowing downwards over his member, through the small, sparse patch of hair that he was quite proud of, then running over his scrotum into the gusset. It tickled a bit as it flowed over him, making him shudder. He felt the flow tapering off, then he spasmed a couple of times, and it was over.
He'd completely wet himself. Again.
He sighed in frustration, but felt a touch of amazement. He hadn't leaked so much as a drop. His legs were completely dry, and apart from a couple of small spots from the shower base, so were his socks.
Feeling more awake now, he stepped out of the shower feeling a bit undecided. He usually always changed as soon as possible after a wetting, because it was always necessary. Even if he didn't have a shower, he would use a wash cloth and completely wipe himself clean before drying off and changing his protection. But he had seen the price tag on these diapers, and he knew they weren't cheap. If he had of been wearing a Goodnight, there wouldn't have been an argument. He probably would have needed a full shower, but all the wetness had been contained brilliantly. It was also half past two, he was tired, and felt a bit guilty about the money his mother had spent on these premium diapers. He decided to leave it on until morning instead.
He pulled his pants back on, and went back to bed. As he lay there, he examined exactly how he felt. If he was to be completely honest with himself, he wasn't uncomfortable. He actually felt very warm and cosy. It felt like he had a warm and squishy cloud encompassing his middle section, and as he wriggled his butt around, the hot softness moulded itself around him, enveloping him in a feeling of warmth and safety. It was so much nicer than wearing a wet kiddie pull up.
Yes, there was a slight feeling of guilt or shame, but he was used to that. The psychological feelings of humiliation would always be there he supposed, but in the big diaper, they were almost completely offset by the physical feelings of warmth, comfort and security.
He was also a touch aroused as well.
This surprised him. Before meeting Amy, arousal had never been an emotion he'd attached to wetting himself. Quite the opposite in fact. He always hated it. But now, after his weekend with her, he was starting to experience it in a new light. He knew how much he had enjoyed watching her either wet herself, or knowing that she was wet, and if he was to be truthful, he had enjoyed playing wetting games in front of her.
He wondered if it was possible to both like and hate something at the same time. He would give anything to put an end to his incontinence, but a little voice in the back of his mind kept saying "But even if you weren't incontinent, it's still nice to wet your pants sometimes, isn't it...."
It was too late to think about it anymore, so he rolled onto his stomach, enjoying the way he was now squished into the wettest part of the diaper, and he was soon asleep.
It didn't seem like a long time went by before his alarm went off. He stretched his legs out, curling his toes for maximum effect. His diaper had cooled off a bit, but still it wasn't cold, just at body temperature and still nice and mushy.
He got out of bed again, and pulled the blanket back. His sheet was still dry. He stood in front off his mirror, and examined himself front and back, and found nothing incriminating. But when he put his hand between his legs, he felt a wet spot. He sat on the bottom end of his bed, in front of his full length mirror, and spread his legs wide. There were two small wet patches on his grey pyjamas, on the upper inside of each leg, pretty much on par where the elastic leg bands where. He had either squeezed a bit out of his nappy while laying on it, or had maybe even peed again in his sleep, he wasn't sure. It was a possibility, as he didn't feel a need to go again yet, but of course he had no way of knowing.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he quickly stood up, and put his dressing gown on. Even though you couldn't see the wetness on his pants while he was standing, there was no need to take a chance.
There was a loud knocking on his door. "Danny! Time to get up mate. I'm making scrambled eggs. Get your butt downstairs!"
"Coming mum. I'm awake."
He knew he'd have to shower, but decided it could wait. He quickly washed his hands, then padded downstairs for breakfast.
The table was set, and Sue was dishing up breakfast.
"Sleep well Danny?"
"Yeah mum. It was good to be back in my own bed again!"
"How was your night? Do you need a shower this morning? Do I need to do your bed later?"
He flinched a bit at this. They had been having versions of this same conversation every morning for as long as he could remember, and he still felt uncomfortable with it. But he knew it was necessary though. If he was wet, he'd need to shower before they left, and if his sheets needed washing, he'd need to strip his bed down. These things took time when you're on a schedule.
"Beds okay mum, but, ummm, I'm wet. I'm gonna need a quick shower."
"Danny, I know how your going to react, so don't yell, but do you mind if I look at your diaper? I won't touch it or anything, but I want to see what it likes like when it's wet."
Dan nearly spat his juice out.
Sue spoke quickly, before he could interrupt. "Let me explain what I mean. I want to see how secure they are, and how well they're working. These are a lot more expensive than your normal pull ups mate. A lot more. Sonia buys Amy's online, and saves a lot buying them in bulk. If you're going to wear them, I want to do the same, but after seeing you struggle with it last night, I want to make sure the size is right. I bought the smallest size at the shop, but there could be other options. But it's pointless buying some that fit tight when they're dry, but are too small to hold anything," she paused for a mouthful off eggs, "besides, I see you in your Goodnights all the time. These actually cover more than they do."
Whilst he didn't like the idea, he saw the logic of it. The cost of one bag from the chemist shop had been substantial. While his family wasn't exactly poor, they didn't waste money either. He knew that he wanted to keep wearing them, particularly after last nights huge wetting had been contained in one, and if it made it cheaper for his parents, then it was the least he could do.
So when breakfast was over, he hung his gown over the chair, and dropped his pants to his ankles, holding his shirt up. His mother didn't approach him, just asked him to hitch the sodden diaper up a bit, which he did.
Sue pointed to his pyjama pants, which were pooled around his socked feet.
"Looks like you leaked a little bit Danny, it does look very wet. It looks like they do do a good job though.Turn around."
He complied sheepishly. In the embarrassment of dropping his pants, he'd forgotten that they were a bit wet. He shuffled round a hundred and eighty degrees.
"Thanks Danny. They look fine. I'm going to order these by the case. I'll do it today. You're sure your beds dry?" He nodded. "Good. Go and have a shower, and make sure you wash properly. Put some talc on!"
Blushing furiously, he almost ran up the stairs. Even though his mother had seen him in his Goodnights countless times, and had even helped to tape him up last night, it wasn't an easy thing for an adolescent boy to show his mother how wet his nappy was.
Safely inside his room, he stripped off his socks and pyjamas. He was about to have a shower, when he saw his phone on his desk, now fully charged.
He hit the button and saw two messages, both from Amy. The first one read:
"Hi Catholic boy! Had early night, missed you're txt sry. Luv u 2! xxx"
The second message had a picture attached. The message simply said:
"From your Catholic schoolgirl!"
Below it was a picture, taken on Amy's phone, of herself standing in front of her full length mirror. It showed her wearing her full school uniform, except for her shoes.
She was wearing knee high white socks, a grey pleated skirt, a white shirt, and a loosely knotted red tie.
Her left hand was holding her skirt up, revealing the thick pull up she wore underneath, and she was sucking on the pacifier with a big grin.
His phone beeped again.
This message said. "Make sure you delete that photo!"
Dan went into his bathroom, bagged his wet nappy, and then opened the photo again.
He did delete it, but before he did, he spent a very pleasurable 90 seconds looking at it, before he stepped into the shower, heart racing and a bit flushed.
After he'd finished, he got dressed for school, starting off with a Goodnight, and his white cotton snap crotch onesie. That looked like a regular t shirt under his uniform, and helped keep his pull up in place.
He then took a photo of himself wearing that, his Goodnight sticking out the crotch a bit.
He sent it too her saying "Please delete this picture of little Dan getting ready for school. Luv u."
He finished dressing, and prepared to leave. |
Chapter 5:
Sue dropped Daniel at school. As usual, Dan went straight to the toilet. As he was wearing his onesie, he had to use a stall. When he'd entered the boys room, he'd been the only one in there, but he'd no sooner closed the cubicle door, and hung his bag on the door hook, when he heard more boys coming in. It seemed like within seconds, at least 10 kids had come in.
He knew that his pull up made no noise, but he was still a bit paranoid. It would only take one boy trying to show off, and sticking his head over the partition to try and scare him or something, just to get a laugh from his friends, and his secret would be out.
He didn't have a lot of choice anymore though. He hadn't even realised that he'd needed to go when he got to school, he was just going as a precaution before class started, but now he was in there, his bladder was starting to demand release. He wondered if it was just psychological, brought on by his close proximity to the toilet. But regardless of origin, he now needed to go
Dan stood there, his need to pee increasing by the second. He knew that if he did pee, he'd have to pull his shorts right down, which meant he would probably sit on the toilet. He'd need to pull his boxers down, so he could unclip the studs on the crotch of his onesie. Only then could he take his pull up down, but it would be fully exposed inside his boxers, and he'd have to hold his onesies crotch flap out of the way.
Dan had never been "bombed" in the toilets before, but he knew it happened sometimes, and the walls and door weren't very high. It could happen, and he would be exposed for sure. He chose to hold on for a moment.
He stood still facing the door. If anyone glanced under the door, they'd see his black leather schools shoes facing the door, as if he was sitting down. Dan knew if he was spotted just standing there, fully clothed and facing the door, it would look strange enough, but not as bad as have a pull up around his feet.
Dan didn't like feeling this paranoid, but he felt he had to be. If he did decide to keep his problem and protection a secret, then these were the sort of things he had to do. Again, the thought of just "coming out" crossed his mind. It certainly wouldn't be easy, but neither would hiding like this for the next five years of school.
The crowd outside his stall seemed to be thinning out. The taps were running, and the sound of boyish conversation, ranging in pitch from soprano to baritone, was dwindling.
Without warning, Dan suddenly leaked. He felt a squirt of warmth hit his Goodnight. The option of standing still was now out of his hands.
Wasting no time, he yanked his grey shorts and grey plaid cotton boxers down at the same time. He reached between his legs for the studs, and his fingers found wet fabric. He unsnapped the studs, pulled his kiddie pull up below his knees, and sat down. His bum had only touched the seat a fraction of a second before he started peeing. He was a bit lucky to get himself pointed down into the correct position before it was pouring out of him.
Dan sighed with relief. That was the closest call he'd had at school since he wet his pants at the beach when he'd still been attending his last school.
He examined his pull up. Surprisingly it wasn't that wet. There was a wet patch along the top of the right leg guard, but that was all. He pulled up the front crotch flap of his onesie. It was wet along the right edge. He deduced that either his pull up had been a bit loose along the right leg band, or he'd been pointing there, or maybe both, and when he squirted, it had shot straight out of the right elastic, and soaked his onesie.
Franticly he checked his boxers. There was a tiny wet spot on the inner right leg. Only an inch or so across, and more damp than wet, but still visible. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he examined his light grey school shorts, and found them to be perfectly dry.
As he finished urinating, he tried to decide whether or not to change his pull up. He had a spare one in his bag, which was hanging in front of him from the door. But this one was only wet in one spot, and if he changed now, he'd have no spare ones, and school hadn't even started yet. He mentally cursed himself for not packing two spares.
The next thing, he heard familiar voices. Ali, Matt, and Scott had walked in.
That made up his mind. He wouldn't risk trying to change, then dispose of a wet pull up, particularly when it wasn't TOO wet. It would do. He quickly stood up, pulled up his damp Goodnight, pushed the clips of his wet onesie together, noticing as he did that the whole crotch was now wet, the previous wet patch having wicked its way across to the other side, then pulled his boxers and shorts up. He flushed the toilet, and stepped out.
"Hey Danny!"
"Dan the man!"
And of course, "Damn Daniel!"
He proceeded to the sink, and washed his hands. His mates were all talking at once, and of course it was all about Amy.
Eventually a sort of order came to the conversation.
Scott was the first to speak. "So what's the story Danny? Why haven't you ever mentioned your smoking hot girlfriend before? You keeping her a secret or something?"
Ali piped in next. "Yeah. Wassup with that? The boy's didn't believe me when I told them about your hot chick! I guess they didn't believe a dork like you could score a classy girl like Amy! She seems really cool dude!"
Matt was next. "Shit man, how the fuck were you not bragging about her? If I scored a pretty girl like her, I'd be telling everyone!"
"Probably a good thing that won't happen then, isn't it Doofus!" was Scotts response to this, and they all laughed. "But seriously man, why haven't you said anything?"
Dan shrugged. "Cause it was a new thing. I only met her on Saturday. She's the daughter of my mums friend."
Ali interrupted him. "But you were staying there! You must've known her! You don't just do a sleepover at a girls place on the day you meet her!"
Dan couldn't help smiling. "Wrong dude. When you're as smooth as Dan the Man, the ladies can't resist!"
They all laughed, taking turns to punch him playfully on the arms, leaving him begging for mercy.
"Alright, alright! Enough! I'm sorry! But it's the truth, I swear. We only met on Saturday morning, then mum had a family thing come up, and she had to go South. Amy's mum said I could stay, and I did!" He paused, taking on a serious tone. "But don't give me shit guys. Amy's special, alright? We got pretty close on the weekend, she's great. I won't have ya hanging shit on us. She's a really nice chick."
They all nodded respectfully. It was now understood that gentle teasing was one thing, but their new friend had feelings for this girl, and there were some lines that shouldn't be crossed.
"But where did you meet her mate?" Matt asked.
Dan froze. He had never considered this question. Obviously the truth wasn't possible.
"Ahh, well, just out shopping with mum. We ran into her best friend, who she hadn't seen for like a hundred years or something, and they started talking. Amy is Sonia, mums friends daughter. We went to their house, but suddenly my aunt in Bunbury went into labour, and rather than stay home myself, I just stayed at Amy's. We got on really well to. We agreed that we are going together anyway!"
The first bell sounded. They had 5 minutes to get to class.
"You're a lucky bastard Daniel" Matt told him as they left.
Dan made it through the rest of the day as usual. He peed at recess, lunch, and afternoon break, and had no further leaks. His mother picked him up after school, and they stopped at the shops before going home. He was starting to feel a build up by then, so used the public toilets without any problems. But when he got home, he couldn't help but notice the yellow stain on his onesie. He knew his mother would notice it, but couldn't do anything about it
That evening, Amy sent him a message. She wanted help with her homework, and had asked her mother to call his mother about whether they could get together on Wednesday night. It wasn't long before he heard the house phone ring, and his mother was talking to Sonia.
Soon it was organised. Sonia and Amy were coming to dinner on Wednesday night. |
Chapter 6:
Daniel woke up at 2am Tuesday morning, dry, but with an urge to pass water. Strangely enough, he wasn't exactly desperate. Throwing back the covers, he waddled groggily into the bathroom, wincing as the glare of the light hit his eyes. The need to pee had accelerated greatly as soon as he had stood up, and he had his hand clamped firmly in his lap as he got his bearings.
The thick padding he felt through his pyjama pants felt different at first, until he realised that he was now wearing a tape on diaper, and not a Goodnight. He suddenly had doubts as to whether or not he'd be able to get it off in time, and the thought started playing in the back of his mind, "Don't worry about it, you've got a big nappy on. Just use it...."
He dismissed that idea as soon as he had it. He'd have to try at least.
Making a supreme effort to clench his bladder muscles tightly, he took his hand away from his crotch, and quickly yanked his pants down. Moving as quickly as he could without damaging his diaper, he pulled the four sets of tapes open, stepped out of his pants, as his diaper fell to the tiled floor. The first squirt of urine spurted out and hit the outside of the shower door, and ignoring the toilet altogether, he pulled the shower door open, and aimed his stream inside, shuddering as the flow poured out of him.
Once finished, he used a dirty towel to wipe the outside of the door, then the small puddle on the floor. He washed his hands, picked up his diaper and pants, switched off the light, and went back into his room. He had worked out how to do the tapes up properly, and had decided it was easier to do whilst laying down. After first checking his nappy and confirming it was indeed still dry, he spread it out on his bed, lay down on it, then managed to tape it back on firmly. Not worrying about his pyjama pants, he climbed back into bed.
Even though it was more of an effort to remove his diaper to pee, he was still happy with the results. Any time he managed to avoid an accident was good.
"I'm in control here," he muttered under his breath, and the young teenager fell back to sleep almost immediately.
He was still asleep when his mother knocked on his door, and he woke up to the sound of his alarm going. It had gone off, but not woken him.
"Coming mum," he called out, switching of the radio as he did. Not quite hearing her reply, he was aware of her footsteps receding down the stairs. For the second time in five hours, he went to his bathroom and removed his diaper, but with a lot less urgency this time. He sat on the toilet, and ran his hand through the thick padding, and found it to be totally dry. He folded it up to use later, washed his hands, and pulled his previously discarded pants back on, revelling in the feeling of going commando as he went downstairs for breakfast. It was a great change to be able to tell his mother he'd woken up dry, and didn't need a shower before school.
Dans day continued in the same vein. His status at school had improved dramatically, as the word was out that he had scored himself an incredibly pretty girlfriend, and had even slept over at her house. Ali, Matt and Scott were now actively seeking out his companionship, inviting him to sit with them at lunch, and kicking a football around afterwards. His Goodnight stayed dry, and he didn't even suffer any urgency.
After school, onesie and still dry pull up removed, he dressed in sweatpants and boxers, and managed to catch up on his homework. Amy sent him a message later that evening, and they confirmed their homework date for the following night.
Dan was feeling particularly pleased with himself as he taped himself into the same diaper that he'd worn the previous night, and fell asleep easily.
Once again, around 2am, he woke up needing to pee. This time however, he was able to remove it and use the toilet with no problems, feeling a sense of accomplishment for waking up dry two nights in a row. When he woke up ten minutes before his alarm sounded, and he was still dry, he felt his face may crack from smiling. When he told his mother that he'd woken up dry two days in a row, he felt like a little kid showing off a gold star on his school project. Two consecutive dry nights were a rare thing.
He had a close call at school that day though. While kicking the football around with his mates, he slipped over on the grass, and felt a small leak. Quickly excusing himself he hurried to the toilet, locking himself in a stall. He felt another leak as he unclipped his onesie, and hurriedly sat down. A quick examination found his Goodnight to be a bit wet in the front, but it hadn't leaked at all. Not knowing how to procure a replacement from his bag, and not wanting to go without, he pulled it back up again, and left it on for the rest of the day. He felt a bit self conscious walking around school feeling the wetness around his crotch, but at least his underwear was still dry.
That afternoon Dan had to catch the bus home, as Sue wanted to do some shopping for their dinner guests. Again, he was busting by the time he got off the bus, but he managed to hold on until he got home. Once safely home alone, he removed his uniform, then just for the sake of it, he stood in his shower and released the full contents of his bulging bladder into his pull up as he stood there, leaking everywhere.
The feeling of hot wetness at first covering his genitals, then soaking the padding between his legs, then finally running down his legs and over his feet was sublime, and he found himself taking pleasure in it as he had a quick shower before his mother arrived home.
The boy was quickly coming to the conclusion that while he didn't like wetting himself in public, it really could be a fun thing to do in private, as long as he was in control.
As Dan started to dress, he almost went without protection. But when he thought about his girlfriend arriving soon, he decided to wear a Molicare pull up under his sweatpants. She would be diapered of course, and you never knew exactly what fun they may get up too.
Sue arrived home soon after, and started preparing dinner. It had been decided that a healthy stir fry with fried rice wouldn't upset Amy's stomach too badly. Sue and Dan exchanged small talk as she cooked, but Dan managed to avoid any discussion as to what his diaper usage had been for the day.
By the time Sonia's car pulled up at 5:30, he was nearly a nervous wreck. Although Amy and himself had been talking on the phone and messaging each other every day, the past weekend was already seeming like a lifetime ago, and he almost felt like he was about to meet her for the first time all over again.
That feeling quickly evaporated as soon as mother and daughter walked in. Without even considering that their mothers were present, as soon as Amy walked in the door, the two teenagers embraced. Both of them felt like a big load had been lifted off their young shoulders. As soon as the official greetings were exchanged, the kids ran up the stairs holding hands, leaving their mothers watching their retreat with smiles on their faces, and knowing looks being exchanged.
There was no doubt at all. Their kids were falling for each other, and both mothers couldn't be happier. |
Chapter 7:
Safely inside his room, Amy dropped her bag, and they embraced. Amy tilted her head back, and Dan tilted his forward until their lips touched. Their kiss wasn't overly passionate, but it was sincere. Dan felt Amy's hands slide down from his back to his backside, and then gently squeeze the thick padding under his sweatpants.
Amy was wearing sweats as well, although hers were pink and not black like his were. She wore a grey Everlast hoodie as well, and like him, was obviously dressed for comfort over style.
Dan followed her lead, and let his hands roam down onto her buttocks, where he felt the same sort of thick padding crinkling beneath her pants.
As they pulled themselves apart, she smiled at him and said, "I've really missed you Catholic boy!"
"Me too" he replied, and they kissed again.
Dan closed his window, which he'd opened to air his room out. Even though he'd had two dry nights, and changed his sheets, he was still paranoid that there was a lingering smell of pee in his room. When he turned around, he noticed Amy taking her shoes off, and saw she was wearing thick pink socks as well. The sight of her in her sweats, hoodie and socks gave him the urge to just grab hold and cuddle her. She looked so soft and cuddly it was almost unbearable.
Amy pulled some books out of her bag, and flopped down on Dans bed. At first he winced, expecting the normal crinkling sound from his mattress protector, before he remembered that she was probably used to that sound anyway.
"So, watcha been doing Danny boy? What's been happening? Everything okay?"
"Apart from missing you like crazy, it's been good Ames. I mean school is still school, but it's been alright. The best thing is I've had two dry nights in a row! That hasn't happened for a while!"
Amy grinned. "That's great Danny. How about at school? Any problems?"
"Not really. I had a little leak the other day playing footy with the guys, but my kiddie pull up handled it," he smiled cheekily, "when I got home, I made sure it was fully used before I took it off though."
Amy laughed gleefully. "I'll betcha did. Have you thought about wearing the Molicares to school yet?"
"Yeah. I have. But it's like we talked about. If I wore the big diapers, I'd have to tell people. I'm still not sure about doing that. I keep thinking about telling Scott and the guys, but I don't know if I'm ready for it yet."
She smiled at him. "Well don't rush it Danny. As I said, I'll help you if you want, but you've gotta be sure first. If your not sure, don't say anything."
"I realise that Ames. I kinda want too, but maybe not yet. I just can't make my fucking mind up, ya know? Anyway, how about you? How's your week going?"
"Apart from a bad toothache, nothing new. Monday night, one of my bottom teeth started really hurting, but I can't see anything wrong with it. Mums taking me to the dentist before school tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to that. I hate dentists! As far as school goes, Tania and I are going to pair up for a science project. We're gonna build one of those erupting volcano things. Our art class is going on a field trip to the museum, I'm struggling a bit with English Lit, sorta why I'm here I guess, and I'm still wetting like a broken pipe!"
Dan laughed at her candour. "How's your tummy going? Better now?"
"Yeah. All better now thank Christ. Ever since Sunday it's been good. I guess it was a wake up call for me about eating and drinking too much crap."
She smiled slyly at him before continuing.
"At our sleepover this weekend, I'll stick to plain water for our holding contest.... "
Daniels ears immediately pricked up. "This weekend?"
Amy couldn't suppress her grin. "Yeah. Mums boyfriend Ian wants her to go down to Margaret River for the weekend, so my mums gonna ask your mum if I can stay here for 2 nights! That is, if you don't mind of course?"
In response, Dan stood up from the desk chair he'd taken a seat in, and flung himself on top of her, barely suppressing a fit of laughter. He rolled clear over the top of her, and they ended up in each other's arms, kissing again, only this time with more passion. This time, there was no preamble. Their lips locked together, their tongues prodded and poked, and they gave their hands more free reign to roam and explore.
Dan found his right hand finding the gap under Amy's hoodie, and was soon massaging the bare flesh of her stomach. Amy's hand had found itself on the waistband of her boyfriends sweatpants, and was now playing with the elastic of his diaper.
Dan found his boyhood stiffening inside his nappy, and Amy was obviously aware of it as well, as she was now pressing her own abdominal area tightly against his.
If Dans mother hadn't chosen that exact moment to call to them from the base of the stairs, then what would have happened next would of been anybody's guess. But Sues voice quickly snapped them back to reality.
With guilty looks on their young faces, both kids quickly unwrapped themselves from their loving embrace, and jumped off the bed in unison, both red faced and panting.
Dan cleared his throat, and mumbled in a strangled voice, "Err, I guess we should, you know, go down for dinner then."
Amy, looking every bit as worked up as Dan was, took a breath, and said "Yep, you're right, just give me a second."
She stood upright, and adjusted her clothes. Then, looking directly at him, she smiled, then slowly and deliberately put her right thumb in her mouth in an exaggerated gesture. Her legs parted slightly, and she managed to smile at him, without removing her thumb from her mouth. Her eyes squinted a bit, and she bent forward a bit.
She was wetting herself in front of him again.
Neither kid spoke. They just maintained eye contact for perhaps 30 seconds. Then Amy shuddered, and squeezed her legs together again. Dan had felt himself getting even harder, and could not stop himself from squeezing the front of his diaper. He felt himself twitch solidly twice, and felt a familiar tingling sensation. He could feel wetness in the front of his nappy, but he knew that he hadn't peed at all. He didn't want to consider what that might mean.
"That's better." Was all Amy said, and with that they went down to dinner.
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Dinner was enjoyable. Both kids and their mothers contributed to the conversation, and there was no mention of anything embarrassing. During the meal, the subject of Amy staying for the weekend was bought up, and although both kids tried to play it cool, their excitement was obvious. Eventually it was decided, Sonia would drop Amy off on Friday evening around 5, and pick her up on Sunday afternoon.
At one stage Amy made a sharp intake of breath, and placed her hand on her lips after taking a mouthful of food, grimacing as she did so. Sonia noticed her daughters discomfort. "Is your tooth hurting again sweetheart? Don't worry, we'll get that fixed tomorrow." Turning to Sue she said, "Amy seems to have a bad tooth. I've made an appointment at a place called ABC Dental. Do you happen to know where that is exactly? I mean I've got the address of course, but I'm not sure the best way to get there."
Sue replied, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's not far from Danny's school. Your best bet is to basically drive past St Marks, turn left at the shopping centre, then you'll see a medical complex on the left. There's an optometrist, chiro, and podiatrist in the same place as the dentist. They're supposed to be good." Turning to her son she commented "That's something we need to do for you Danny. You haven't had a check up since the school dentist came around over a year ago."
Dan just winced in agreement. It was obviously that he hated dentists as much as Amy did.
After that, talk turned back to the kids upcoming sleepover. Plans were being made about trips to the movies, the beach, the mall, into the city, or just about anywhere. Dan suggested setting up a tent in the backyard for a camping style sleepover, but Sue and Sonia managed to quietly deflect that idea without it seeming too obvious that they were doing so on purpose. The excitement from the teenagers was palpable, but eventually dinner was finished, and the grownups let them leave the table after clearing away the plates.
Safely back in Daniels room again, he suggested getting stuck into her schoolwork.
Amy gave him an evil grin. "Don't have much to do matey. I asked Tania for some help yesterday, and once she explained it, we knocked it off at lunchtime. Of course mum doesn't know. I wasn't giving up the chance to visit my boyfriend! But ill show you my work pack anyway. We're doing poetry, and I kinda suck at it. You'll probably be able to explain some stuff to me."
Amy opened up her books to the relevant pages, and Dan was pleased to recognise it as work he'd done before, when he was in grade 7. He was able to highlight some relevant texts that he knew would pop up in her exams, and show her some little tricks to remember certain passages of text. All in all, they spent a fairly productive hour or so on revision.
They found out though, that their excitement for the weekend outweighed any desire fore serious study. No matter how the tried, the conversation kept swinging back to what mischief they could get up to.
"One thing I want Ames, is to see Little Amy come out. You got to see Little Dan twice last week. Once when we played schools, and again when I peed behind the shed in my swim nappy. This week, I want to be the teacher and watch Little Amy wet herself in class, and maybe in the playground as well!"
Amy was smiling so much, she thought her face might crack. "That's a deal, Catholic boy! I think I can arrange for Little Amy to be here! And I'd like to play some scary wetting stuff as well!"
Dan looked perplexed. "Scary wetting?"
"You know! Like in horror movies and stuff! When the teenagers always get stuck in the haunted house, and the psycho killer is chasing them, they hide, and someone, usually a girl, always wets her pants cause she's so scared. I've always thought I'd be good at doing that! But we'll do it together instead. We'll pretend that we're scared and hiding from something, and accidentally wet ourselves with fright! It'll be awesome!"
Dan was grinning now. "I like that Ames. A lot! That sounds like a lot of fun. I just hope we can get some privacy. I mean last weekend was so cool cause your mum wasn't there and we could do what we wanted, but I don't think my mums going anywhere. It'll be a lot harder to play like little kids running around in pissy pants if she's home. If it's still warm enough we can swim in the pool, but it could be awkward if my mother hangs around."
Amy agreed, at they spent some time talking about various contingency plans. It was decided that a diapered trip to the movies and the mall would be cool, as would a trip to the beach. Amy wasn't a huge beach fan though. She loved being at the beach, but it could be a logistical nightmare doing it. She would have to wear her diaper whilst travelling there of course, but needed to be able to have the privacy to take it off, and then put it back on after. It wasn't as easy as it was for Dan. He could just keep his wet bathers on and sit on a towel in the car until he got home, but if she tried that, she would probably be wetter by the time they got home than when they left, and to properly diaper up, she needed some privacy, and preferably a shower as well.
"Trust me Danny, sand and nappies are not a good combination!"
At one point Dan went into the toilet. He needed to pee, and while the thought of wetting his pull up in front of Amy was very enticing, he didn't want to perhaps explain to his mother why he'd wet himself and needed to change when he had an adjoining bathroom right there. He knew she kept a rough count of his diapers, at least until the large cases that she had ordered online arrived.
When he returned, he asked Amy what she was wearing under her pink sweatpants. "I've got a tape up on Danny. That's why I used it with so much confidence before dinner," she paused, "and when we were doing my homework...."
His jaw dropped open. "What? Did you, um, really like, argh, pee again then? You kept that quiet! I didn't notice!"
She was grinning. "When we were talking about Banjo Patterson, I kinda started leaking, and I just sorta didn't stop. I didn't want to interrupt you, and I ended up with a puddle in my pants. It was kind of an accident, but I didn't try and stop. I'll have to be more careful now though, that's two big wees I've done that I know of, and God knows how many little leaks I've had that I haven't felt. Actually, I should check for leaks."
She stood up, and pulled her pants legs tight, checking for wet spots. She turned her back to Dan as she bent forward, pulling the thick pink fabric forward, and making it go tight across her backside. The outline of her nappy was suddenly highlighted through her pants, and her bum was only inches from Danny's face.
"Is my bum wet at all Danny?" She asked innocently.
Swallowing hard, Dan gently reached out with both hands, and lightly cupped her butt cheeks, feeling the thick padding squashing underneath her pants. He delicately rubbed her diapered bum for a few seconds, before declaring in a choked voice that she still seemed dry on the outside. While doing this, he again felt something in his own diaper twitch, and again felt moisture appear in there. He realised again just how close he was to cumming in his pants. He didn't dare move too much for a moment.
All too soon it was 9:00 o'clock, and Sonia was calling out for Amy to come downstairs. She gathered up her books, and they shared a little innocent kiss before leaving the room.
At the doorstep, Dan and Sue wished Amy good luck at the dentist tomorrow, and the visitors left.
Dan didn't want to hang around downstairs. He told his mother he needed a quick shower, and nearly ran upstairs to have it.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so desperate to have a shower in fact. |
Chapter 8:
Freshly showered, fully relieved, and thickly diapered, Daniel went down to say goodnight to his mother. He'd had to put a new tape up diaper on. Even though he hadn't wet for two nights, the one he had been wearing was now stretched out of shape, and the tapes no longer held properly. He had examined the pull up he'd been wearing earlier, and found that while there were a couple of small but suspicious looking stains in the front, it was still dry, and he could wear it again.
Sue kissed her son goodnight, then posed a question. "Danny, do you think you could be ready to leave early tomorrow? I've got some stuff from work that I should've posted today but forgot about, and I need to get some cash out as well. I forgot about getting your allowance money, and I have no cash for myself either. If we can leave by 7:20, we can stop at the shops, and I'll shout us to breakfast at the cafe, sound ok?"
Dan agreed that the cafe breakfast and getting his allowance was indeed worth getting up earlier for, and happily accepted her proposal. Plans made, he went to bed. He didn't sleep straight away, as his excitement for the weekend with his girlfriend kept him awake. Every time he started to fall asleep, a new idea or plan would enter his mind, and he very nearly got up to get a pen and notebook to write them down into. It was after 11 o'clock before he finally fell into a deep slumber.
Dans alarm sounded at 6:30, the disgustingly cheerful and overly bubbly voices of the FM radio Breakfast Team jolting him from his dream. He couldn't remember exactly what he had been dreaming about, only that Amy had been in it, and they were cuddling each other, and it had been warm and cosy.
As he regained his senses, he realised that he hadn't woken up during the night to pee, and as a result, he needed to go now, and he was probably wet already. Gingerly he slipped a hand into the back of his pyjamas and squeezed his diaper, finding that it didn't feel swollen. He knew that judging by the fullness of his bladder though that it would be swollen very shortly if he didn't get to the toilet immediately.
He jumped out of bed, and ripped his pyjama pants down as soon as he stood up, then waddled into the bathroom as quickly as his socked feet would carry him. In his haste to get his diaper off, he ripped one of the tapes, cursing under his breath as he did so. Giving up any hope of salvaging the nappy for later use after that, he unceremoniously tore the tapes off and sat down. His bum hit the seat, and he pointed his boyhood into the bowl a full 0.5 second before his aching bladder gave up. Sweating slightly, he relieved himself as he picked up the ruined nappy and examined it. Running his hand through the thick padding, he found that it felt bone dry. A visual inspection confirmed that for the third night in a row, he hadn't wet in his sleep.
Back in his room, he removed his pyjama shirt, and now naked apart from his grey ankle socks, he stood in front of his mirror, giving himself that all important adolescent physical inspection. His private parts didn't seem any bigger, but he thought his little tuft of pubes may be he a bit thicker though. He still didn't have any real hair on his legs, but his armpits were definitely starting to sprout. Standing close to the mirror, he found only a fresh pimple on his top lip, and not a single hair had sprouted.
Sighing loudly, he wondered just how long this stupid puberty thing was going to take.
Hearing his mothers footsteps on the stairs, he quickly pulled his pyjamas back on, and was buttoning his shirt when she knocked at the door, waiting for him to say she could come in.
Once inside, she greeted her son warmly, pleased to find him already up, but her eyes caught the sight of the open diaper sitting on his bed.
"That's not wet I hope mate" she said as she indicated to it, "if it is, it doesn't belong on your bed."
Dan smiled proudly. "No mum! 3 nights dry in a row! I can't believe it! How long has it been since I've done 3 nights? It must be like a coupla years or something! But I kinda ripped it trying to get it off in a hurry though, I'm sorry about that."
"Don't be sorry sweetheart. I'm just so happy for you that you made it! Three nights in a row is excellent. I think you're right, it probably has been a couple of years, maybe since your were twelve and had that dry stage and decided you didn't need to wear your Goodnight anymore. Let's not make any hasty decisions like that again just yet though." She smiled encouragingly at him. "But why didn't you just throw it out though?"
Dan looked a bit sheepish. "I guess I didn't want to, like, you know, waste em or something. I saw the price sticker, and I know how much they cost you, and I thought it seemed kinda wasteful to throw out a dry one. I've still got the one I wore for the past coupla nights as well. That was dry, but the tapes didn't want to stick together anymore. I thought I might be able to like, maybe keep them for emergencies or something. I could maybe put a pair of undies or my onesie on over them to keep it up or something?"
"Oh Danny, you're such a sweet boy for even thinking like that. But I'd rather you just threw them out. Yes, I know they're not cheap, but the ones I've ordered online will be here soon, and they were a lot cheaper. Listen sweetie, if you need them, you need them. I wouldn't ask you to wear something broken or no good just to save a dollar or two. If you think you can use them properly, fine, do so, but it's not necessary. We'll have a big box of them shortly," she smiled again, "and you never know, there's a chance that you may be starting to grow out of it! I don't want to get your hopes up, but these past 3 nights may be the start of the end, if you get what I mean. But I still want you to stay protected until we know for sure, okay?"
Dan smiled in agreeance. When his mother left, he pulled on another Goodnight, put his onesie on over the top, and then his school uniform. He paused briefly before going downstairs, just to send Amy a quick message.
"Hello my little Catholic girl. I love you lots. Good luck at the dentist today!"
He had learned by now that Amy didn't always respond to early messages. Apparently being a girl meant that extra time was required to get ready for school. She sometimes didn't respond at all. When his phone vibrated within seconds, he was a bit surprised.
"Thanks Catholic boy. I love you heaps. Have a good day, can't wait till Friday! xxx"
Dan then packed his bag with his change of clothes and spare pull ups, and went downstairs to where his mother was waiting to leave. Within 5 minutes, they were backing out of the driveway, and heading for breakfast.
Sue parked, and they headed towards the shopping complex. She posted a bundle of envelopes, then found an ATM where she made a withdrawal, and slipped him some money from it. After that, they made their way to the cafe to order breakfast. They both ordered a bacon and egg sandwich, with Sue having a cappuccino, and Daniel getting a large orange juice.
They chatted happily over breakfast, with the conversation being mainly about what the kids were likely to get up to over the upcoming weekend. Dan ascertained that his mum had no plans of her own, and was therefore likely to be home, at least most of the time. He had hoped that she would be going out for at least a while, allowing them to indulge in some naughty wetting games in private. They may need to make some careful plans he decided.
Breakfast over, Dan drained the last of his juice, and they headed for the car. He considered going to the toilet, but he felt absolutely no need to go, and they would be at school within 20 minutes, so he didn't bother.
Sue piloted the car back to the freeway, and they turned south. The freeway was as chaotic as usual, but at least is was moving, albeit slowly. They only needed to stay on it for four exits anyway, and while it was the slowest part of their morning commute, it was still quicker than going the back way through the suburbs.
They creeped their way past three exits slowly but surely, but eventually the traffic ground to a halt. This wasn't particularly unusual, as it seemed even the smallest accident or breakdown caused mayhem, with traffic being slowed down for miles behind sometimes.
This seemed different than normal though. The traffic flow wasn't even moving at all, and after a few minutes Sue remarked, "There must be a bloody accident up here somewhere. Typical. It only takes one moron to stuff it up for everyone else. See if you can find a traffic report on the radio Danny, or try your phone."
Dan tried his phone first, but he didn't subscribe to any news sites, and even Google didn't yield any results. He was reaching for the radio when suddenly the Breakfast Team interrupted their usual chatter with a breaking news traffic report. At the same time, a helicopter flew overhead.
"We're getting reports of a very serious accidents that's only just happened on the Mitchell Freeway Southbound, just near the Vincent St. off ramp. It appears that a truck has rolled over, and there are reports of a car trapped underneath. Eyewitnesses are saying that emergency services haven't arrived as yet, and both lanes are blocked."
At that moment they heard sirens, lots of sirens, and then 5 police cars and 2 ambulances whizzed past in the breakdown lane. 2 fire engines followed shortly afterwards.
Dans attention was again drawn back to the voice in the radio.
"Are you there Lisa"
"Yes Greg. It's Lisa here, reporting live from the Morning FM chopper. We are approaching what appears to be a scene of real carnage here," (Dan thought that she actually sounded quite happy about that,)"It appears that a semi trailer carrying shipping containers has overturned, and it looks like there may be at least one car trapped underneath. Police and ambulance are just arriving, but this look very nasty indeed. I can tell you that traffic is already backing up as far as Whitfords Avenue,and will continue to back up even further. The Mitchell South is going to be closed for a long time I would say, so avoid it at all costs. Allow yourself extra travel time, and seek an alternative route."
Sue sighed. "Easy for them to say. It sounds like it's just at our exit. I can't even turn off the bloody freeway now!"
Time passed slowly. Dan sent Amy another message, wishing her luck again, but this time she didn't respond. It was now 8:20, and he figured that she was probably at the dentist already. He was also starting to worry about being late for school. He mentioned this to his mother, and she snapped at him a bit, saying that she couldn't do anything about it.
By 8:30, more police and ambulances had gone past, but they still hadn't moved. Seeing her son was getting agitated, Sue called Dans school using her hands-free phone, and Dan could here the conversation. The lady at the reception desk at his school thanked Sue for calling, and reassured her that they weren't the only ones stuck in traffic. Apparently a lot of kids were running late, and she told Sue not to worry, just to get there whenever they could. Sue rang her own office next, and had basically the same conversation.
After she had finished, she turned to her son and told him to stop fidgeting around. He wasn't going to be in trouble, so he may as well just settle down and relax.
Dan turned to her, and in a quiet voice answered her.
"I can't help it mum. I really need to do a wee..."
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Chapter 9:
"How badly do you need to go sweetie, I know it's hard, but can you hold it?"
"I really dunno mum. I'm starting to really feel it now, and you know what that means. It means I'm gonna need to go soon." He crossed his legs.
"I don't know what to say or do Danny. It looks like we're stuck here for a while. Just try and hold on a bit longer, okay?"
Dan just nodded in agreement. The large orange juice he'd drank with his breakfast seemed to be coursing through him, and his urgency was building every minute. Legs still crossed, he put a hand on his crotch, and tried to squeeze and adjust himself through his pull up.
They sat without talking for the next few minutes, the radio being the only distraction from Daniel's predicament. Another traffic update came through, only confirming what they already knew. The freeway was at a standstill, and didn't look like being cleared in the immediate future.
The rescue helicopter approached from behind, and they saw it hovering briefly, before landing on the road ahead, disappearing behind the traffic in front of them as it descended.
Fifteen minutes after they heard the initial report, Danny had crossed and recrossed his legs at least 10 times. He was starting to sweat, as he felt the build up in his bladder reaching epic proportions. He was acutely aware that if he didn't pee safely soon, that an accident was imminent.
Now you might think that if that happened, it wouldn't be a big deal, but to Danny, it was. Yes, his parents had seen and dealt with his wet pants or bed a number of times, but he hadn't actually wet himself in front of them for perhaps 5 years or so. The though of losing control in front of his mother was absolutely mortifying, but he thought it may very well happen.
About 5 uncomfortable minutes later, the passenger door of the car in front of them opened, and a woman got out, then opened the back door, leaning inside and unbuckling a child restraint. Two young boys, aged around 5 or 6 got out, and she led them over to the guardrail, where she helped them to pull their pants down a bit and pee on it. Not long after, a middle aged man in the lane beside them, left his car, climbed over the rail, and relieved himself with his back to the freeway.
"There you go Danny. Why don't you just hop out and do a wee? Other men are doing it. I won't drive off on you or anything, and no one will see you."
Dans reply was somewhat agitated. "I can't mum. I've got my bloody onesie on. I need to take my bloody shorts off to undo the stupid thing. I can't pull my pants down without everyone seeing my onesie and pull up!"
"Alright mate. No need to swear. I get it. But I don't know what else I can do. What about those early strike things you were telling me that you and Amy did. Just going in your pull up to save a big accident. Can you do that maybe?"
Dan recrossed his legs against, and sighed loudly. "I think it's too late for that mum. I'm really gonna wet myself any moment, and these kiddies pull ups won't take it. If I wet now, its gonna leak like crazy everywhere," he sounded like he was on the verge of tears by now, but he continued, "and I don't wanna wet myself in front of you either..."
Sue felt her heart almost breaking a bit. She realised how desperate her young boy was getting, but she was helpless to do anything about it. All she could do was try to reassure him.
"Danny, sweetie. If you have to go, you have to go. You've got a change of pants in your bag, so don't worry about it. Hang on," she reached onto the floor behind her seat, and grabbed a plastic bag that was always left in the car for emergencies. "Here, there's a towel and a packet of wipes in here. Just fold the towel up, and sit on it. Then try to just let a little bit out. You may not leak at all, but if you do, it won't matter. Just try to do enough to make it bearable again, but don't worry about your pants getting wet. If they do, you can just get changed before we get to school.
Feeling acutely embarrassed, Dan accepted the bag without speaking. He folded the towel in half lengthwise, and placed it under his bottom, bringing the two ends up to cover his lap.
"Danny, before you go, take your shirt off first mate. If you do get wet, you don't want to get your school shirt wet as well."
Dan had never felt so humiliated in his life. Here he was, about to deliberately wet himself in front of his mother, and she not only knew, but was helping him plan for it.
He removed his tie first, then untucked his shirt, and threw it onto the back seat. For some reason he found himself kicking his shoes off as well. He didn't know why, but he felt like he'd be able to relax better without his shoes on. He finished up sitting in his seat, his onesie looking like a tucked in T Shirt, knee length grey socks covering his crossed legs, and a folded towel covering his lap. He was squeezing himself tightly under the towel.
He managed to surprise himself by maintaining control for another few minutes, but suddenly he spasmed, and felt a warmth spreading in his pull up.
"Mum...I'm gonna wet myself!" He whimpered.
Trying to maintain some semblance of control, he spread his legs a bit, and tried to slowly release a bit. He was almost successful. He peed for around ten seconds, feeling the hot liquid running over his genitals, before pooling in the back of his pull up. He managed to stem the flow, and gave a shudder as he stopped urinating.
Sue was trying not to look. She was acutely aware of her sons predicament, and didn't want to make it any worse than it had to be. But it was hard to ignore it altogether. If you're trapped in close quarters with somebody who's wetting their pants, it's almost impossible to ignore. She was watching him from the corner of her eye, and saw him suddenly hunch forward, and move his had quickly into his lap under the towel.
Tentatively she asked "You okay Danny? All finished?"
"No mum. I don't think so. I just did a pee, but I stopped. I don't think I leaked yet, but I haven't finished."
Dan started to cry. "Mummy. I don't wanna wet my pants."
"Shhhh. Sweetie. It doesn't matter. I know you can't help it. Don't worry about it. Just do it, and get it over with. We're gonna be here for a while, and you'll feel a lot better once you've done a wee. Don't panic, just finish up, and we'll get you changed before school, alright?"
Dan nodded morosely. He had suddenly realised that he had no further choice in the matter. As his mother was talking, he had felt his penis twitch again, and he'd started peeing again, harder than before, even before she had finished speaking.
His right hand, gripping himself underneath the towel, suddenly got wet.
Without even worrying anymore, he pulled the towel back in horror and looked at his crotch. It was a good thing he didn't glance at his mother, as he would have seen her looking as well, as his light grey shorts suddenly blossomed a much darker shade of grey. The wetness wasn't confined to between his legs either, but spread rapidly from nearly the waistband on the front, to covering the entire inside legs of his pants.
"Mum. I've wet myself." Was all he could say.
"It's alright Danny. Don't panic. It's not the end of the world, okay? We'll sort it out, alright?"
He didn't respond, just pulled the two ends of the towel back over his lap. Sue saw a single tear running down his boyish face, and thought that she may start crying herself, but she knew if she did, then the situation could spiral out of control. She had to stay in control, for Dans sake.
For the next 30 minutes, nothing happened. They sat in silence, just listening to the radio, Danny continuing to sob softly to himself.
Sue saw movement in her side mirror, and swivelled around to see a policeman walking down the row of cars, stopping to talk to everyone.
"Danny, put your bag on your lap mate. There's a policeman coming to talk to us."
Dan complied without speaking, just picking his bag up and placing it to cover his wet pants.
Soon, the officer was at the window. He explained that traffic wasn't going to go forward anytime soon, so they were going to start allowing the cars to turn around, one at a time, and drive back to the last exit to get off the freeway.
It was a slow and tedious process, but after nearly an hour, Sues turn came to do a 3 point turn, and drive back to the last off ramp, where there was another policewoman directing traffic, alternating between the traffic flowing from the north, to the traffic coming the "wrong way" from the south.
By the time they were off the freeway, it was nearly 11 o'clock. Dan was still silent, with an occasional tear running down his face still. He had fully wet his pants in front of his mother, but could still feel an urge to go. He didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't go to school like this, and couldn't exactly go into a public toilet either in his saturated pants.
"Mum. Can we just go home please? I don't wanna go to school anymore. I just wanna go home now."
"Danny mate, I would if I could, I promise. But I've got a very important meeting at lunchtime, and I can still make it on time. If I take you home, I'm screwed. I'd let you come to work with me if I could, but I'm going to a big luncheon with my bosses."
Dan sighed exasperatedly. "But mum. I've pissed myself! How the hell am I gonna get changed? I can't go to school like this! And I can't really go and get changed in a toilet anywhere. I'm soaked!"
"Calm down Daniel! Watch your language! I get it. But I've got an idea. Bear with me on this."
A few minutes later, Sue indicated, then turned off into the car park of a big shopping centre. She took the ramp down into the underground parking lot, and drove around until she found a spot next to a wall.
"Here we go Danny. I want you to get out quickly while there's nobody around. Stand by the car, and do another wee if you still need too. You probably will once you stand up. When you've finished, hop into the backseat and take your wet things off. I'll stand with my back to the side window so nobody will see you. Clean up with the wet wipes, then put a new pull up on and your change of pants."
Dan started to speak up, but his mother cut him off. "Don't bloody well argue with me mate. It's the only place I can think of where you can get changed privately. Just hurry up and do it!"
Sighing with exasperation, Dan agreed to do as he was told. While he didn't like it, he was forced to admit that it was s pretty good idea.
He got out of the car, and realised that yes, he did still need to pee. He stood close to the car and relaxed his bladder, feeling the undelivered pee in his bladder suddenly escape. His already sodden pull up sagged, and he soon had a pee trail runner from his shorts. He quickly moved his socked left foot out of the way, but not before he'd peed on it a little bit.
He didnt pee for long, but by the time he'd finished, the inside legs of his shorts didn't have a dry spot anywhere on them, and there was a puddle the size of a dinner plate between his socks.
He quickly got into the backseat, and once his mother had stood in front of the window and turned her back, he started getting changed.
Sitting on the towel, he removed his shorts and boxers in one motion. Then, he raised his bum off the seat, and felt between his legs for the studs on his onesie. His onesie felt saturated all through his crotch, halfway up his bum, and all over the front flap. He managed to undo it, then slip it over his head, and drop it on top of his wet shorts. Again he raised his hips, and slid the soaked pull up off as well.
Now naked, apart from his knee socks, he quickly patted himself dry, and then wiped himself over with a handful of wipes. He then quickly stepped into another Goodnight, dry boxers, and new shorts. He didn't have a spare onesie, so that couldn't be replaced. Bare chested, he got out of the car, then slipped his shirt and tie on. Back in the front seat once more, he pulled his shoes on without undoing the laces, (a habit his mother absolutely hated) and again he was ready for school.
When they finally got to St Marks, lunchtime was well underway. By the time Daniel registered at the office, it was almost over. He hadn't eaten, but wasn't in the slightest bit hungry either. He just wanted to get the day over with, and go home. Not feeling up to talking with anyone, Dan just hung around the office area until just before the siren went. He just didn't feel like trying to be upbeat around Ali and his friends at the moment.
His plan worked well, and soon enough he was safely in his classroom, where with a bit of luck, he'd be able to just chill out until afternoon recess at least. His work output wasn't very productive, but at least he had the chance to pull himself together again.
All went well until 2:00 o'clock.
Then, there was a knock on the door, and one of the receptionist ladies came in. She went up to Dans teacher, a priest named Father Brandon, and whispered in his ear. Father Brandon looked at her, then nodded in what seemed like an approval. He then pointed straight at Dan.
"Daniel, can you go with Mrs Haversham please? And take your bag with you too."
The whispers started before he'd left the room. This was what normally happened when someone was getting expelled, especially for stuff that happened after school. Some older kids had been called to the office like this once before, and there had been cops waiting for them to question them about a burglary. The question on everyone's lips was, "What had Dan done?"
Dan himself wasn't too worried. He'd done nothing wrong, so he wasn't concerned that he might be in trouble. He was at most a bit concerned.
Mrs Haversham took him straight to the Principals office, Father Rowan. She knocked on the door, and a voice ushered her to come in, which she did, after hold the door open for Dan.
Danny was bewildered when he saw his mother sitting there, right in front of Father Rowans desk, and she looked extremely upset about something.
Dan felt his blood go cold. The first thought he had was for his father. Something must have gone wrong on his site. His voice shaking, Dan asked,
"What's wrong mum? Is it Dad? Is he okay? What's happened?"
Sue got up quickly, ran to her boy and held him.
"No Dan. Your daddy's alright. It's not him."
She shuddered as if cold.
"Danny. Baby. That accident this morning. On the freeway. Dan, I'm so sorry, but that was Sonia's car. Her and Amy were going to the dentist. Danny, sweetheart, they didn't survive. They passed away darling, and I'm so so sorry."
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Dan sat in the back of the church. It was the first funeral he'd been too, and he was surprised how numb he felt.
There were two caskets up the front, a full size one, made of Rosewood, with large bronze handles, and a smaller white one, with silver handles.
The white coffin had a picture of a beautiful young blonde haired girl, wearing a Catholic school uniform and laughing loudly at something.
She looked happy in that photo, he thought.
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The End. |
Now that I have your attention, we will proceed with option 2.0. The revised version. Lol.
Chapter 9.5
Trying to get changed quickly and efficiently in the back seat of the small car was hard, and it didn't help that Dan felt miserable and useless.
His parents had seen the final outcome of his weak bladder a number of times. He was used to washing his sheets and pyjamas regularly, and quite often his underwear or onesie got a bit wet, and sometimes his pants as well, but it just never happened in front of them, well, not for a long time anyway. It was one thing to come inside from playing and have to change, putting your wet pants in the washing machine afterwards, but it was another thing entirely to just sit beside your mother, and wet yourself. The fact that Dan had too wear a pull up, and had overflowed that as well, just somehow made it even worse.
He remembered an incident when he had been about 12.
Back then, his daytime wetting was virtually non existent. Yes, he did occasionally leak a little bit, but he hadn't had a full on daytime accident for a couple of years.
He remembered the time when he'd been playing in the pool all afternoon. Before dinner, his mother had made him go and shower. Being the middle of summer, it had been hot, so after his shower, Danny had worn only a pair of thin white cotton pyjama shorts, with nothing underneath them, and no shirt.
After dinner, his parents had gone outside for a smoke, and a glass of wine, just to relax and enjoy the sunset. Danny had gone to his trampoline, and started practicing his front flip. He hadn't been able to master it yet.
It was starting to get dark, and Danny had needed to pee. He hadn't wanted to go inside, because he knew that would be the sign for his parents to pack up, go inside as well, and make him stay there. He considered the idea of hopping off, then doing a wee beside the shed, but for no real reason, had decided not to.
He remembered how his father had gotten up, and told him it was time to go in, and his mother started to follow. In a last ditch effort to gain a few extra minutes, Dan had called her over.
"Mum! Mum! Come here! Watch me do a somersault!"
His mother had tried to dissuade him."No, come on mate. It's inside time now. I'll watch you later."
"Come on mum! Just for a moment. Watch me do a flip first, then I'll come in with ya!"
Sighing exaggeratedly, Sue had acquiesced, and walked over to watch her boy do a flip.
Dans need to pee had been building quickly, particularly as he'd had a big glass of juice with his dinner, but he was determined to show off his new trick first. He waited till his mother was standing there, albeit impatiently, and he'd started to bounce.
The next thing he new, he was wetting himself. As he started bouncing in place, trying to gain some height, his bladder had just let go. He had grabbed the front of his pyjama shorts as he tried to stop bouncing, and basically just peed all over his hand.
He jumped off the trampoline, and ran for the side of the shed, but it had been way too late. His shorts were soaked, and virtually transparent. His legs and feet were glistening with wetness in the glow of the patio lights.
Feeling dumbstruck, he could do no more than waddle up to his mother, and announce in a small voice, "My pants are wet mummy."
Sue was a bit stunned, but not exactly shocked. "Daniel, why did you do that? Why didn't you go to the toilet earlier?"
Dan was nearly crying. "I'm sorry mummy. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to show you my flip first....."
Sue sighed again. "Alright Danny. Listen to me. I'll distract your father, you go straight to your room and have a wash. You've got another pair of jammies just like those ones, so put them on. Leave your wet ones in the bathroom. Your dad will only carry on if he sees you with wet pants. Perhaps I should let him. Maybe you need him to talk to you?"
"No mum! Please! Don't tell dad I wet myself. I'll get changed. It won't happen again. I swear!"
Sue hadn't told on him, and Peter never found out. But the fact that he'd wet himself directly in front of his mum, while pleading with her to watch him, was something he never quite got over. It wasn't ever mentioned again, but Dan knew that she remembered it.
Now, it was 2 years later, and again he'd wet his pants while she watched. He knew it was different circumstances, but it didn't stop him from feeling completely embarrassed.
This flashback played through his memory as he sat in the back of the car, his knee socks the only thing stopping him from being the true definition of the word naked.
As quickly as possible, he used a handful of wet wipes and the towel to clean himself, then got dressed again, starting with a new Goodnight, then clean boxers and shorts from his bag. He didn't have a clean onesie, so that couldn't be swapped, and he got out of the car to put his shirt and tie back on.
Sue piped up. "Now Danny, put all your wet stuff and the towel into the plastic bag, and take those wipes and your pull up to that bin over there.
He did as he was told, but as he walked towards the bin, a soggy pull up folded around a bunch of wet wipes in his hand, he walked past a young mother strapping her baby into its pram. He had a cold feeling that she was going to look up, and recognise what he was holding, but she paid him no attention at all, much to his relief.
It turned out the front seat had still gotten a bit wet, even with Dan sitting on the towel as he peed, so he sat in the back instead.
He felt completely miserable as they left the car park, but suddenly his phone beeped. He had a message from Amy.
"Sorry couldn't reply earlier Danny. I was at the stupid dentist. I got new filling, now can't eat, cept for ice cream, and I'm not touching that again! Glad I wore a tape up. Got so scared I wet myself! We just missed a huge prang on the freeway to! Will tell ya bout it after. Cya tomorrow. Luv u! xxx"
Dan was feeling better by the time he got to school.
Life wasn't too bad, he thought. |
Chapter 10: Amy's Thursday
At 6:45, Sonia entered Amy's room. As usual, there was the faintest lingering smell of pee in the air. She stood over her sleeping daughter for a moment, just taking a second to appreciate how cute she looked as she slept. Amy was laying on her back, her left arm curled around her teddy bear, and her right thumb in her mouth. She had braided her hair before going to bed, as it made it easier to brush in the morning, and she now had two long blonde braids framing her delicate high cheekbones. Her little upturned nose quivered slightly as she breathed, and there was the slightest amount of drool on her lips, where she'd been sucking her thumb. It appeared her daughter hadn't worn her pyjamas or nightie, and instead was wearing a big, oversized t-shirt with a picture of Bart Simpson on it. Her delicate little feet, nails freshly painted pink, were sticking out from under the doona.
"My God, she still looks like she's ten years old when she sleeps," Sonia thought, "if you can ignore those big boobs she's getting that is. It's no wonder that boys are starting to pay attention to her with those."
It was still fairly dark outside, so instead of drawing the curtains, Sonia switched the light on, then lightly tickled her daughters exposed foot.
"Wake up honey. Morning time. You've got a big day today!"
Amy quickly drew her feet back under the blankets, and groaned a bit as she woke up. "Huh? Wazza matter?" She mumbled, as she was drawn back to conciousness.
"Time to get up Ames. You've got your dentist appointment today."
Amys head, which had started lifting off the pillow, dropped back down heavily after hearing this, and she moaned again, stating for what seemed like the hundredth time that no, she really didn't want to go to the dentist.
"I'll make a deal with you baby. If you go without carrying on, I'll bring you back home afterwards and you can skip school today." She saw her daughters eyes open wide after hearing this, but before she could speak, Sonia continued. "IF, that is, that she takes out your tooth or gives you a filling. You can't eat any breaky before you go in case they give you anaesthetic, and you may not be able to eat for a few hours afterwards either, and I'm not sending you to school hungry. But wear your uniform just in case. If the dentist fixes your tooth without filling or removing it, we'll have some breakfast after, and I'll take you to school later, okay?"
This had softened the blow a bit, so Amy agreed it could be a good plan.
"Can I have a cup of tea though mum?"
"Yes darling, tea should be fine, but be quick though. You need a shower I think. Your rooms a bit smelly. Are your sheets wet?"
Amy threw the covers back, revealing that her shirt had ridden up to her belly button, and her big, tape on diaper was fully exposed. As usual, it was very swollen, and had a distinctive yellowish tinge between her legs. But her red sheets showed no signs of wetness.
Unlike her boyfriend, Amy had no qualms about her mother seeing her in her diapers. Her protection was by now such an ingrained part of her that it just didn't seem to matter anymore, almost a non event. They didn't have any shame or secrets left over Amy's condition, and even being nude around her mother wasn't a big deal anymore. In fact, even on Sunday, when Amy had messed herself, her mother had had to come into the bathroom and give her daughter a helping hand to remove her messy diaper and clean up. She had grown up with her mother helpings her with her diapers, and it wasn't an issue these days.
Of course her mother didn't know that now Dan was being afforded the same diaper viewing privileges, and Amy hoped that it remained that way.
"Do you want to have a shower first Ames, you look pretty wet?"
"No mummy. I'll have a cuppa first. But you're right, I'm a bit soaked. I think it's because my feet get so cold at night now it's starting to cool down. They just don't stay under the blankets, and I wake up cold, and it makes me pee!"
"I've told you before sweetie. You should wear socks to bed if your feet get cold."
"I know mum. But wearing socks to bed just feels kinda weird. Danny wears socks to bed, and I don't know how he can do it."
Sonia smiled to herself and thought to herself "She hasn't even been awake for two minutes, and she's already talking about Daniel. She must really like him. But he does appear to be a sweet boy I guess."
Amy sat at the table, drinking her tea. Her nappy squelching under her bum as she wiggled on the chair. It was a sensation that she actually kind of liked, although not one that she would tell her mother about. She could easily tell Danny though...
The next stop was the toilet. She liked to try and move her bowels before she showered if she could. But first, she sat her diapered butt on the toilet seat and peed. She hated being incontinent, but did enjoy the feeling that she got by deliberately peeing into a nappy, the way the warmth just spread around her backside and her girl bits. She pushed a bit to get the last of the pee out, and surprised herself by farting. Suddenly fearful that she may have pooped, she quickly ripped her nappy off and examined it, sighing with relief to find it stained yellow, but no incriminating brown stains at all.
Business done, she carried her folded diaper to the bathroom, disposed of it, and had a shower. Whilst washing herself thoroughly between her legs, her thoughts turned towards her boyfriend, and she spent an extra couple of minutes soaping herself down there. By the time she got out, she was super clean around her genitals, and feeling flushed but relaxed. There was a knock on her door, and Sonia poked her head in.
"I want you to wear another big nappy sweetie. If we get stuck there for a while, or if she decides to put you to sleep, you'd be better protected. Take your pull ups with you though, and if you do go to school, you can change first."
Amy didn't argue. As a matter of fact, she had wanted to try wearing a big diaper under her uniform for some time. She rarely wore them outside of home, and she did like the feelings of supreme comfort and security that they afforded her. With the skills of an expert, she quickly taped herself up, put her white knee socks on, then her uniform. That was where she struck her only problem. She always wore a pair of little shorts, or "bloomers" over her pull up. If her dress happened to fly up, they hid her protection, but they only just covered it. With the bigger, thicker tape up diaper on, her bloomers were just too tight. She gave up with a mental shrug, packing them into her bag instead. If she ended up going to school later, she'd put them on when she changed into her pull up. For the moment, she left her big nappy uncovered beneath her dress. Hair unbraided and brushed, nose ring removed, and ten minutes later she was ready.
Just as her mother called for her, her photo beeped. It was a message from Dan, wishing her luck. She took a few seconds to reply, then joined her mother outside.
Sonia noticed how quiet Amy was on the drive. She new it was only nerves, as her daughter hated going to the dentist. It was funny in a way, as Amy had never had a bad experience with a dentist, but it always terrified her anyway.
Their morning commute went without incident, until they got to the off ramp. Sonia indicated her intention to turn, and they had a large truck following them. As she hit the exit ramp, a BMW suddenly cut in front of the following truck. There was a screech of locking brakes, and Sonia looked in her rear view mirror, just in time to see the truck start to jack knife, then suddenly tip. She swung around the bend in the ramp, and there was a thunderous boom from behind them. The BMW sped past them, and quickly disappeared.
"Jesus! That truck just crashed Amy! Right behind us!"
Amy swivelled in her seat, but by that time they were clear of the ramp, and heading down the road. It wasn't until later that they heard that a car had been crushed, and it had been a fatal accident.
Amy searched the front of St Marks on the way past, hoping for a glimpse of Danny, but didn't seem him, or Sues car anywhere. Following Sues instructions, they found the dentist easily, parked, and went inside.
Sonia noticed how jumpy her daughter looked, and understood how much her nerves were on edge. Being an early appointment, they were called in on time, and Amy nervously took a seat in the big chair. As she reclined, she became worried that the dentist would be able to see her nappy under her fairly short school dress, and she tried to tuck it into place between her thighs, and keep her legs together.
The dentist was a professional looking woman in her forties, and after asking both of them some pertinent questions, bent over to examine Amy's mouth. It didn't take long to find the problem, a filling was needed. The dentist surprised them by saying that it could be done straight away, and another appointment wouldn't be required.
Motioning towards the door, she smiled at Sonia, and said "It won't take to long. Why don't you grab a cup of coffee? We have a machine in the reception area, and I'll make a start on Amys tooth."
Amy felt her pulse quicken. She had really hoped her mum would stay with her, but she didn't want to make a scene and let on how scared she was feeling. She tried to appear brave, and gave her mother a rather watery smile as she started to leave the room.
Alone with the dentist now, her anxiety reached new heights. She shifted in her chair, and suddenly felt a warm spot growing in her nappy. Amy hadn't even felt an urge to pee, but now, being almost fully reclined backwards, she realised that she was in the worst possible position to have any guaranteed bladder control.
She crossed her ankles, forcing her thighs tightly together. This seemed to do the trick, at least at first, but then the dentist started probing around inside her mouth with a little pick like instrument.
All of a sudden she became aware of her need to urinate, but was also painfully aware that she couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't like she could just quickly excuse herself and run off to the bathroom, so she redoubled her efforts to hold on.
She couldn't see exactly what the dentist was doing, but could feel a new instrument being inserted into her mouth. The dentist prodded around a bit, then switched the suction on. The sudden noise and sucking sensation made Amy jump nervously in her chair, and she felt a huge warmth flowing over her private area, and seeming to become trapped in the front of her diaper. She quickly spread her legs open, and felt the wetness running through the newly opened escape route between her thighs, where it was quickly absorbed by the thick padding.
Her leak wasn't huge, but it had been short and sharp. She managed to stem the flow, but the entire front of her diaper felt very warm. The young girl knew that any further squirts like that would potentially lead to a diaper failure, so she subtly kept her legs slightly spread, so any further leaks had someplace to escape into.
The dentist rubbed some numbing gel around her gums. After this took effect, she gave Amy a needle in the gum to fully deaden all feeling. Even though Amy couldn't feel it, the sight of the dentist approaching her mouth with the syringe was enough to make her lose control again, this time leaking uncontrollably for perhaps 10 seconds.
Over the next half hour, she leaked from shock or anxiety another three times, and was extremely glad when the pain free procedure was finished with.
At one point, she found herself gripping the hem of her dress tightly, screwing it around in her fist. The dentist had walked around to a cupboard across the room from the base of her chair, and then turned back in her direction. Amy thought that she saw the woman do a brief double take at first, and didn't understand why, but as she walked back towards her again, Amy realised that her twisting of her school dress had hitched it up a bit, and the dentist had caught a glimpse of her diaper, easily visible with her lack of undergarments.
Amy felt herself blushing furiously at the realisation that this smart, professional surgeon had just discovered that her teenage patient was wearing a nappy under her school clothes. Nothing was said however, and soon the filling was completed.
As mother and daughter approached their car, Sonia was asking how it went. Amy struggled to talk clearly with her inside jaw all numb, but by speaking slowly, she was able to make herself understood.
"It was okay I guess. But I got a bit scared. I had an accident."
"Don't worry about that princess. Stuff happens. You didn't leak or anything did you?"
"No mummy. But I think the lady saw my big nappy though"
"I wouldn't worry too much about that Amy. She's a doctor. They see stuff like that all the time, and she won't tell anyone. But anyway, she wouldn't be able to see it through your bloomers."
Amy looked a bit bashful. "Yeah, but I'm not wearing them. They wouldn't fit over the big nappy, so I couldn't wear them. So she would've seen it clearly. And even though I wet myself a bit. I still kinda need to go...."
Sonia just smiled. "That's alright baby. You probably should have found something to wear over it, but it's too late to worry about that now. As for needing to pee, Just hold on until we get next to the car, and you can finish your wee before you get in, alright?"
Amy smiled her relief at her mother. When they got to the car, she opened her door, shielding her lower half from the road. Sonia stood on the drivers side, her own door open, trying to give the impression of normality to anyone walking past. As she watched her daughter, she saw her delicately start gnawing on her thumbnail. The tell tale sign that Amy was doing a pre-emptive strike, and emptying her bladder into the big diaper under her school uniform.
Soon enough, Amy shuddered slightly, meaning she had finished.
"Okay sweet pea. No school for you today. Let's get you home and changed, then I'll go into work for a bit. You can just chill at home for the afternoon."
Amy nodded happily.
She always enjoyed her time alone. She thought that she might spend some quality time in the backyard, without a nappy.
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Chapter 11:
"How soon can I eat mum? I'm getting hungry."
"The dentist said that the white filling you had, allowed you to eat pretty much straight away, but if you can wait for a couple of hours, just to be sure, you'll be better off. And nothing hard or chewy. We've got some noodles at home, maybe make yourself some for lunch?"
Amy agreed that was a good idea, and she was happy to feel the numbing sensation in her mouth starting to wear off.
Once home, Sonia followed her daughter inside, used the toilet, had a quick coffee, then left for work.
Apart from taking her shoes and socks off immediately, Amy waited for her mother to leave before getting undressed.
Now safely alone, she contemplated her plans. She knew that she was going to spend some time undiapered outside, and would no doubt wet herself, particularly as she planned on drinking lots of water to make it happen. The question was, what to wear?
She was feeling naughty, and wanted to make it worthwhile, so she dug an old bag out from the back of her wardrobe. From this bag, she withdrew an old pair of her thick winter ribbed stockings. They were white, and almost thick enough to be called leggings. They had holes in both heels, and her mother had told her to throw them out ages ago, but for personal reasons, she had kept them instead. She liked to wet herself while wearing them, then rinse them out, and dry them out before hiding them away again. There was an old pair of grey cotton knickers in the bag as well, with the waistband elastic showing through in places, but kept for the same purpose.
Amy went into the bathroom where she removed her soggy diaper, and used her washcloth to wipe herself clean. She stepped into her old panties and tights, bare heels showing through the holes, then slipped her big Bart t shirt on. Standing up straight, the over sized shirt hung down just below her backside. Feeling a lot more comfortable, but acutely aware of her lack of protection, she padded into the kitchen, where she poured herself a large glass of water. She grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard, folded it a couple of times, then settled herself on top of it, and switched on the TV.
For the next hour, she drank water and watched old sitcoms. It was only when she started to feel the first signs of her bladder filling up, that she went outside. Once she stood up, her need intensified a lot. She walked over to the side of the pool, where she squatted down, lifting her big t shirt up, and thus providing her with an uninterrupted view of her crotch.
She lowered her bum as far as she could without falling backwards, and kept her knees bent and her legs spread. Relaxing her muscles, she watched in awe, as her crotch suddenly dampened. Her panties and tights did nothing to contain the waterfall that had sprung from between her legs, and she saw the nearly unrestricted pee stream run straight through the ribbed cloth. Even though her stream wasn't contained, a big wet circle still spread outwards from her groin. But she managed to keep the pee from her legs and feet, and by the time the drips had finished, she had a wet spot the size of a saucer on her tights. They had turned almost transparent, and her wet grey panties were clearly visible behind the wet patch. When she was sure the drips were nearly over, she clenched the wet fabric between her fingers, and squeezed as much as she could out of it. Standing upright again, she rinsed her hand in the pool, and went back inside, where she sat back on the towel again, knowing that the couch was protected. She didn't touch herself with her hands again, but occasionally ground her legs together, relishing the naughty feeling of wearing wet knickers and not caring.
By 11:30, her mouth was feeling normal again, and she was hungry. She padded into the kitchen, where she poured another large water, and made some cup noodles. She discovered that her new filling was a bit heat sensitive, and eating was a bit of a chore, but by eating slowly and carefully, she was able to finish most of them.
By 1:00 o'clock, her stockings were nearly dry, and she thought that she could probably pee again if she wanted to. The idea of a cigarette crossed her mind, but she only had 4 left, and was planning on saving those for herself and Danny this weekend. She knew that even though her mother kept trying to quit, she still bought smokes occasionally, then put the unfinished packets away after she had her craving under control again.
Feeling guilty, Amy went into her mothers bedroom. She knew that she was crossing a big line, and kind of felt terrible about what she was doing. If her mother found out that Amy had been sneaking around in her room, she would probably be grounded and have her allowance suspended as well. With her weekend at her boyfriends in the balance, it was risky, but as long as she didn't disturb anything, she knew that she'd get away with it.
Her mother kept a "junk drawer" in her wardrobe, and the treasure that Amy sought would be in there, if there was any to be found.
Feeling somewhat akin to a burglar, Amy did something that she'd never done before. She started snooping in her mothers personal belongings.
It didn't take long for her furtive search to yield results. The first drawer she opened contained no less than 3 half full packets of cigarettes. Not wanting her mother to notice anything missing, she took five. Four to be added to her stash for the weekend, and one for now. She carefully removed them without disturbing anything, then feeling like the thief she'd become, she quickly ran back to her room.
She added the four cigarettes to her current stash of four, meaning that her and Danny now had four each for the weekend, if they got the chance to smoke them. Finding her lighter, she straightened up, but felt a suspicious warmth in her crotch.
Standing in front of the mirror, she lifted the front of her shirt and looked. The previously drying circle on her tights was now freshly wet again. Not as much as before, but she had obviously wet herself a little bit without even realising it. She must've been even more nervous than she had thought at the time. Now she had noticed the fresh wetness on her tights, she became aware that she now needed to pee again. Feeling extremely nervous as a result of her lack of protection, she quickly made her way back outside, before she peed all over the floor.
Instead of standing in her usual spot behind the gate, she went around the back of the pool, where her and Danny had kissed properly for the first time. She sat on the grass, leaned her back against the side of the pool, and lit her cigarette. After taking a few puffs, she felt fresh warmth again. Lifting her shirt up so she could see, she relaxed, and felt a tingle run through her as she watched her tights getting soaked. She tried to control the flow, and by doing little squirts and dribbles, she was able to nearly finish her smoke by the time her bladder had eventually emptied.
When she stood up, she discovered that the entire backside of her tights was now drenched. There wasn't a dry spot from the waistband at the back, and the upper inside of her thighs was as wet as the crotch. Rubbing her hand over her wet backside, she shuddered with relief and pleasure.
Back inside again, she stripped of her shirt, and had a shower while keeping her tights and panties on, holding them open to run the hot water through them. She wrung as much excess water out of them as she could, then hung them up in her wardrobe, where she knew from past experience that they would dry within a few hours.
Deciding that she had pushed her luck enough for one day, she dressed herself in another pull up, which she would at least attempt to keep dry, and once again put her big t-shirt on. She then sat down to work on some school projects, so she wouldn't have too much homework to interrupt her precious time with her boyfriend. By making a concious effort, she stayed dry for the rest of the day.
Sonia arrived home around five, carrying a parcel under her arms. She placed it in front of Amy with a flourish.
"What's this for mum?"
"Just a little present for being a good girl at the dentist. I found something that might keep your feet warm in bed, instead of socks. Go try them on, and tell me what you think. You can wear them at Dans, if you like them that is."
Intrigued, Amy jumped up excitedly, and ran into her room with the parcel. Shortly afterwards, a high pitched squeal of happiness could be heard.
A minute later, Sonia's daughter came running out, and threw her arms around her mothers neck.
"Mummy! I love them. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She bubbled. "Tell me honestly, what do they look like?"
She stepped away, and did a fancy pirouette in front of her mother, a huge smile across her pretty face.
She was wearing a new pair of fleecy pyjamas, with a big "Hello Kitty" motif on the top, and built in feet on the pants.
Her new footie pyjamas almost disguised the thick pull up that was poking out of the waistband.
She looked very cute indeed. |
Chapter 12:
Dan and Amy were getting ready to play in the pool. They were at Amys house, and Sonia was out, and they had the yard to themselves.
After drinking lots of tea and coke, Dan was busting to pee. He was wearing his speedos this time, and didn't even have a shirt on. He wasn't feeling in the slightest bit shy however, and was enjoying the feeling of the hot sun on his nearly bare body.
Amy had her pink shorts and bikini top on, and she was obviously as desperate to pee as what he was. They stood in front of each other, both unashamedly potty dancing. They were crossing their legs, pushing their hands into their crotches, bending over, and laughing at the ridiculous sight that they were putting on for each other.
Amy lost the battle first. "Dannnny, I can't hold on," she squealed in laughter, and her pink shorts suddenly darkened, and a huge amount of pee exploded out of her pants, where it ran down her legs, and soaked into a big puddle between her dirty white ankle socks. He noticed the blue pacifier was now in her mouth as she let go.
He himself was now nearly at the point of no return. "No Ames. I'm not gonna wet myself. I'm going to pee beside your shed!"
He started to walk past her, carefully stepping over the big river of pee that had run out of her puddle. She grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Not fair Catholic boy! I just wet myself in front of you! You have to wet yourself in front of me now! That's the rules!"
"No Ames. I just can't. I shouldn't do it now. It's not the right time!"
"Danny boy. It's okay. You've only got your swimsuit on. You're allowed to go in your swimsuit, remember? Nobody will mind! Go and ask your mother!"
Dan looked over to the table, to where Sue, Sonia, and his uncle Steve were now sitting, drinking wine. Dan noticed that it was the same wine that he and Amy had drank together when he had stayed here last.
Thinking that asking permission was probably a good idea, he waddled over to his mother, while keeping a firm grasp of his boyhood through the dark green lycra of his speedo. "Mum, I really need to do a wee....."
Sue smiled calmly at her son. "It's okay darling. You know you can pee in your swimsuit. You've been doing it for years, remember?"
Dan smiled with relief. "Do you want me to go behind the shed mummy?"
"No Daniel. You pooed your Shrek undies doing a wee there once, remember? Just run along and play with Amy. You can wet yourself over there on the grass."
Smiling broadly, Dan hobbled back to where Amy was still standing in her puddle. He stepped over it, and stood on the lawn.
"You were right again Ames! Mum said I could go in my swimsuit! Can I use the dummy please?"
She passed him the pacifier, and gave him one of her big, sweet smiles.
Without further ado, Dan put the pacifier in his mouth, and started sucking on it. He glanced up nervously, and saw Sonia, his mother, and his uncle, along with Amy, all watching him in anticipation.
"Go on Danny, it's alright!" His uncle shouted.
Feeling no shame or embarrassment at all, Dan waved at the onlookers. He spread his knees wide, and squatted down. His chubby tummy bunched up a bit as he did so, but he didn't care about that either.
He gave in to his body's needs, and started wetting himself. A sudden wave of terror washed over him.
"Are you sure?" he shouted.
Amy, cigarette in hand, and wearing a pair of pink teddy bear panties under her nightie, yelled back "It's too late now matey, your wetting yourself!"
Feeling the heat around his genitals, he shouted back, "It's okay. I'm in control here."
Dan jolted awake. He had his thumb in his mouth, and Amys voice in his head, and he was laying in his bed, urinating uncontrollably. His legs were spread wide, and what seemed like a massive amount of urine was flooding around his boyhood. He had no chance of stopping at all, and felt like a prisoner as he lay there, losing complete control of his bladder in his bed. At first, he made an effort to stop, but soon realised that he had no hope at all, and it was indeed too late. Giving up altogether, he kept his thumb in his mouth as his bladder emptied its entire contents.
When the last trickles had finished, he looked at the clock. 3:00am. His run of three dry nights in a row had ended.
Running his hands over his pyjamas and sheets, he felt no wetness. He was amazed at how much these grown up diapers held. He felt like he really should get up and change, but it was cold, and the effort was too much.
Rolling onto his stomach, he felt his penis push itself deep into the hot, wet padding. He wriggled around for a few seconds, and felt himself quickly growing hard.
Laying still now, enjoying the warmth that enveloped his mid section, he tried to consider what he felt. He absolutely hated his bed wetting and semi incontinence, but at the same time, wearing nappies in private, or around Amy, was fun. Kind of sexy fun really. If he had his way, he'd regain complete bladder control in an instant, and never have another accident again. But at the same time, it was kinda nice to do a naughty wee in his pants or nappy on purpose sometimes. And safely wearing a wet nappy, like he was currently doing, it felt really good as well.
He decided that he needed to bring the subject up with Amy again, and talk about it a bit more in depth.
He soon fell asleep again, and woke up to his alarm at 7:00 o'clock.
The boy managed to get through his school day without any major mishaps, but didn't get make it completely unscathed. During woodwork class, he suddenly felt an urge to pee, and his teacher, who was aware of his problem, let him leave immediately. He entered a stall in the deserted boys toilets, and dropped his shorts, but felt a squirt as he bent forward to undo his onesie. It wasn't any bigger than countless other little accidents he'd had, and his Goodnight contained it adequately. He considered going to his locker for a fresh one, but it had only gotten a little wet in the front, so he left it on instead. The same thing happened again after school. He had again agreed to catch the later bus with his friends, even though he was keen to get home and air his room out before Amy arrived later, and was glad he had, because it was only ten minutes before the final siren for the day went, when he again realised that he needed to pee.
Not wanting to ask permission to go with only minutes remaining in class, he had gritted his teeth and held on. Once class was excused, he grabbed his bag, and told his friends that he would meet them at the bus stop. This time however, the bathroom wasn't empty. There was a group of older boys, 17/18 year old grade twelves in there, so Dan hung around outside, pretending to be engrossed with his phone. The big kids paid him no attention, and he was soon able to enter the toilet without any drama. But he had felt himself twitch, then dribble a bit as he stood there, playing with his phone.
He discovered that his pull up was more than a little wet this time, but again, not wanting the hassle of changing and disposing of it, he had simple pulled it back up again.
Walking to the bus stop, he was acutely aware of the wet pull up rubbing against his private parts, and remembered how he had been enjoying the same feeling only twelve hours earlier, while still in bed.
It really was a kind of nice, secret feeling to have a wet nappy on under his clothes he thought. As long as nobody else knew of course.
By the time he got undressed at home, the snap crotch of his onesie was a bit wet around the leg holes, but his shorts had stayed dry.
He stripped naked, and gave himself a good clean, putting some zinc cream and talcum powder onto the delicate skin at the top of his inside thighs and pubic area. He decided to let himself air out for awhile before Amy arrived, so he changed into clean cotton boxer shorts and a fresh t-shirt, and went downstairs to have a snack, and put his dirty clothes in the washing machine. His mum wasn't home yet, but would be shortly, and he figured he'd be in her good books for doing his own laundry.
All he had left to do now was wait until his girlfriend arrived for their second slumber party.
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Chapter 13:
Sue arrived home to find her son sitting at the kitchen table in his boxer shorts, working furiously at his homework.
"Wow mate. You're looking very dedicated there. Couldn't find the time to even get dressed eh?"
Dan smiled, "I'm nearly finished mum. I actually thought they weren't gonna give us any homework at first, but I ended up with some maths and social science rubbish. I've nearly finished it! I want to have it done before Ames gets here."
"Well don't rush through it too quickly and muck it up Danny. You know Amy's not coming until after 8:00 or so. She's having dinner with her mum and Ian first, so you've got heaps of time. Buy the way, I spoke to Sonia. She said that Amys bringing air mattresses? What on earth for? We've got two spare rooms here, remember?"
"Yeah mum. But Amy's like me. She's never slept over before, and she's kinda like scared of wetting the bed. I mean, she WILL wet the bed anyway, but even though you know that, she's sorta embarrassed anyway." He gave his mother a cheeky grin. "And since my beds the only one with a mattress protector on it, we didn't think you'd want her sleeping there. But of course if you don't mind...."
Sue laughed, giving her son a gentle clip on the back of his head.
"I'm quite sure that won't be necessary Daniel. But it's no real effort to make up the spare bed again. We have spare protectors you know. Plus, what're you guys planning on doing with them? There's not a lot of room in the lounge."
"We'll set them up in the theatre room mum" he quickly hastened to add, "top and tail of course, just like last week!"
Sue sighed. "Danny, I think I'd really be happier if you guys slept in separate rooms you know. You'd both be more comfortable as well."
"Muuummm! It's a sleepover. It's more fun to be sleeping together! Oh shit. In the same room is what I meant!"
"Language Daniel!" She tried to sound harsh, but somehow couldn't. "I'm just not 100% comfortable with you and your little girlfriend sleeping in the same room."
Again Dan moaned. Drawing the first word out to at least 3 syllables.
"Muuummm! I've told you! We're only like 14. We're not gonna do any yucky stuff together! We just wanna play games and hang out. Trust us why dontcha?"
Admitting defeat, his mother sighed in exasperation. "Alright buddy. I'll trust you. But the door stays open all night, you sleep on separate beds, top and tail, and you both keep your hands to yourself. If I even suspect that you guys are getting up to any "yucky stuff," you'll be grounded for life, and I won't let you see Amy anymore, got it?"
"Mum.."
"Don't bloody mum me Danny boy. Do you understand me? I'm serious."
Realising just how serious his mother actually was, Dan lowered his eyes, "Yes mum. We'll be good. Promise."
Sue continued, "And I'm guessing that by your bad mood this morning that you had a bad night? How did you go at school today?"
Feeling deflated, Dan responded. "Yeah. I peed myself again last night. I nearly woke up in time. I had a dream where I needed to go, and I was wearing my swimsuit, and thought it would be okay. But I woke up as I was going and couldn't stop by then. And then today, I nearly wet myself twice! Both times I was nearly at the toilet, and leaked a bit. I was glad I had a pull up on. But it's still really scary, ya know? I never know if my sleep pants will hold it anymore. It's kinda like why I keep thinking about wearing the grown up ones instead, but like I said, I think then I'd have to tell people, and I don't wanna."
He sighed despondently. "I just really hate it, you know? I always thought my bed wetting was the worst that could happen. But now I have accidents, and the only way to like guarantee my pants don't get wet, is to wear bigger nappies. But if I wear them, people will see anyway. Then, I thought that after the last 3 nights it might be nearly over, then I turn into a 14 year old baby again, and I can't even keep my pull up dry at school! I just hate it."
"I know it's rough Danny. Did you talk to your dad about it like I suggested?"
"Not yet. I couldn't do it over the phone. By the way, thanks for telling him about my new nappies. I didn't know how I was gonna tell him that I was a bigger baby than he already thought. But he comes home next week. I guess I'll talk to him then."
"Oh sweetie. Don't be so silly. Dad knows that you're not a baby. He really understands mate. You make it sound like he doesn't love you or something. He loves you more than anything mate. He just wants you to be happy. If you decide that you need to wear the adult stuff, he won't think anything bad. At the end of the day you have to do what you think is best. If you think that wearing the grown up stuff and telling people is best, we'll support you. I mean as you've told me, you're only one leaky Goodnight away from having wet shorts anyway. But I want you to think about it, and talk to him. It's a very big step to start telling people about your incontinence. Once you've done it, you can't go back."
"Thanks mum" was all he said, but he got up and hugged his mother tightly.
"So buddy" she continued,"how's your room? Sheets good? Laundry out? Windows open? Do I need to do anything?"
"No mum. I did it all. My clothes are in the wash now, and my beds clean. I opened the windows this morning, so it doesn't smell or anything."
"Good boy. Finish your homework, then go and put some pants on. I'll start dinner."
When Dan went to his room, the age old question of what to wear occurred. He almost went without protection at first, planning on diapering up before bed, but with Amy coming over, they might very well do some naughty deliberate stuff. In the end, he decided to wear a big pull up, some baggy grey cotton shorts, a baggy white t-shirt, and black ankle socks. Standing in front of the mirror, he decided that he was happy with his selection. The loose fitting shorts and long shirt made his nappy completely unnoticeable.
After dinner, he helped his mum wash up, and all his work was over. His room was clean, his homework done, he was freshly diapered in a grown up one he could trust, and all he needed was Amy to get there, so the fun could start. |
Chapter 14:
Washing up completed, Daniel retired to the theatre room. His beloved Eagles were playing Friday Night Football, and as Sue didn't enjoy football, she stayed in the lounge, while he took control of the big screen TV in the theatre.
Even though he was anxiously awaiting Amy, he was soon engrossed in the game. With 5 minutes left in the third quarter, the Eagles were behind, but coming back relentlessly. Dan was starting to feel his bladders first signs of needing relief, and considered doing a pre-emptive strike, rather than get up and miss any of the game.
But even though he knew that unless he said anything, his mother would never know, he still decided not to do it. He'd never just sat in front of the TV and completely wet his pants before, but there had been a few occasions over the years when he'd held on too long and had little accidents before running to the toilet. The last time had been only a few weeks ago, where the same situation as now was playing out. He'd been watching football, left it to the last moment, then made the foolish mistake of trying to get upstairs to his own bathroom instead of just using the downstairs one.
He had made it all the way to his bathroom door, when he felt his control slip, and a big squirt of pee shot into his grey school shorts. His pull up and onesie had been wet after school, and even his boxers had been slightly wet, so he'd removed them all, and put a pair of briefs on instead. He had put his school clothes back on, basically to hide the fact that he'd wet himself, again
After his second leak, he just got changed into his pyjamas, but his mother had collected his laundry from his room later, and found his wet pants, and briefs, which she knew he hadn't worn to school. She hadn't made a big deal out of it, but had asked in passing how he had come to wet himself at home. He sheepishly admitted that he'd held on too long while watching TV, and she had just tut tutted disapprovingly a bit. That occasion discouraged him from wetting himself deliberately while watching the game.
This time however, he managed to hold on until the break, before almost running to the downstairs toilet. As he was washing his hands, he heard a car pulling up in the driveway. The close game of football forgotten, he ran to the front door instead, nearly slipping over with his socks offering little traction on the tiled floor.
"DANNY! Slow down! You'll break your damn neck if your not careful!"
He slowed to a brisk walk, and had the door open before the car had been switched off. He grinned as he saw Amy waving at him from the back seat. Sonia and a man that Dan assumed (correctly as it turned out) to be Ian, opening the front doors.
After introductions were made, the three grown ups stood around making small talk, while Dan and Amy unloaded the car. There was the two mattresses and pump, and Amy had two bags. Her denim "diaper" bag, and a large overnight bag as well. They carried the stuff into the theatre room, where they were out of sight of the adults. Dropping the bags and air beds on the floor, Amy threw herself into Dans outstretched arms, and they held each other tightly for a few seconds.
Pulling back, she kissed Danny on the tip of his nose, and whispered "I've really missed you, Catholic boy!"
"Not as much as I've missed you Ames" came the reply, followed by another hug.
Not wanting to appear suspicious, they quickly returned to the grown ups.
Amy had the same sort of feelings saying goodbye to her mother, that Dan had suffered last week. She felt her eyes growing watery, and briefly thought she may cry. But she managed to hold herself together, and waved her mother and Ian goodnight from the door.
Sue complimented Amy on how pretty she looked. She was wearing a knee length black dress, and black flat heeled shoes with black pantyhose. Her blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and her makeup was minimal,but well applied.
Sue thought to herself that this girl was like a chameleon. One moment she looked so grown up, the next she looked like a little kid. She could be a punk rocker or a princess. But there was no doubt, she was very pretty.
Finally alone, Dan suggested that they watch the last few minutes of his football game. Amy just shrugged, and semi whispered, "Don't care at this stage Danny. You go ahead, but I've gotta get changed first. I'm like really soaked, my diapers nearly hanging off me." She took some clothes and her denim bag with her, and disappeared towards the bathroom, before returning not long afterwards wearing a baggy knitted white jumper, pink sweat pants, and fluffy pink socks, exclaiming "Oh boy, does that feel better."
Dan noticed that she carefully folded her dress up, but stuffed her stockings into a plastic bag, before putting that into a zippered pocket on her overnight bag.
"Uh, Did, uh, you get your stockings a bit wet Ames?
She laughed. "More than a bit Danny. I did at least three big wees in that last pull up tonight. The last one leaked a bit. My diaper was so heavy, I reckon my pantyhose were all that was holding it up!"
Dan coughed a bit, clearing his throat. "Sounds uncomfortable .....I guess..."
"Well not toooo uncomfortable Dan. You know what a full diaper feels like. It's not exactly horrible or anything!"
Dan could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. "It's funny you should say that Ames. That's been something I kinda wanna talk to you about..."
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Chapter 15:
Amy plonked herself down in the corner of the large, leather, "L" shaped theatre couch, and put her feet up, but bent her knees back, keeping them close to her backside. She motioned for Dan to sit beside her, then stretched her legs out, putting her feet in his lap. He wasted no time in settling in, with his hands on her thick, pale pink socks. This position was already starting to feel completely natural and right for both of them.
"So, talk away mate. What's on your mind?"
"Argh, it's just more, um, like nappy stuff I want to ask you. We don't have to do it now though, not if you dont wanna."
"I really don't mind Dan. I love you. For lots of reasons, and I guess one reason is because we can talk about this sorta shit with each other. You have no idea," she paused, smiling, "well actually you do I guess, but what I mean is it was so great being able to talk to you about everything. We did stuff last week, and talked about stuff, that I could never in a million years say or do with anyone, not even my mum, and it made me feel so much better about myself."
Amy reached for Dans hand, which was gently stroking her thickly stockinged ankle, and he gladly took it. She squeezed it firmly, making eye contact so he knew she was serious.
"Danny, I hope you don't think I'm like weird or anything, but I really like talking about my diapers and stuff with you. Even with mum, there's always some embarrassment, but you actually get it, cause you deal with it as well. I've still got loads of stuff myself that I want, well, feel like I kinda NEED to talk about. I think it's what boys and girls do with their partners, they talk and listen." She smiled evilly, "And I like talking about taboo stuff like diapers and wetting and having accidents and stuff with you. It's kinda hot...."
She felt herself blushing, and was surprised to see her boyfriend was blushing as well. She hoped that she hadn't gone too far with her last comment.....
That thought was quickly driven out of her mind by his reaction.
Dan flung himself on top of her and kissed her. Properly. Their tongues came together, and they kissed passionately and held each other tight. Knowing Sue was only a few rooms and a corridor away, they didn't stay like that for long, but it was enough to put their young hearts and minds at ease.
They now actually understood their situation properly. They knew now, that they could discuss things with each other that would be totally off limits to anyone else, parents, teachers, doctors, anyone.
It felt fantastic, and their bond had now strengthened even further.
After Dan sat back up, checking nervously over his shoulder, making sure that his mother wasn't there, she again prompted him to talk. Dan cleared his throat, and started.
"Well Ames, this is gonna sound a bit weird I guess. But to start with, everything I told you about me being incontinent and having to deal with it is true. I hate it. I hate having accidents, I hate wetting my bed, and I hate having to wear nappies. It's embarrassing, nerve wracking, and awkward, particularly at school. I feel sooo self conscious about it, and even though my mums great, I hate having to admit to her that I've pissed my pants or bed, again"
Dan took a deep breath, and let go of Amy's hand, seeming to prefer playing with her socks instead, and lowered his eyes." But I'm starting to learn something else."
He appeared to change tack here. "Obviously we both like peeing in our swimsuits. We learned that last week. We've both always done it since we were little kids, and we both still do it now, cause its naughty and fun I guess. You even pointed out to me that you thought that most kids, particularly little ones, always wet themselves when they play in the pool, or anytime that they're playing with water, really."
He paused, a bit unsure of how to proceed. Eventually he decided to just keep going.
"But what I'm finding, Ames, is that while I still hate having accidents, I um, kinda don't mind it, if my nappy gets wet, you know? Like when I did it in front of you before, it was fun, cause I did it on purpose and it wasn't an accident. But even if I have an accident, after it's over, I sorta like the feeling of my wet diaper afterwards."
Danny was gratified to see Amy nodding briskly, and smiling broadly at him. She didn't speak, but encouraged him to continue.
Feeling emboldened, he continued. "I guess I only really noticed it for the first time at your place. That was the first and only time that I ever wet myself in front of another kid when it wasn't a big deal. You know what it's like to piss your pants around other kids, it's fucking terrible. But with you, it was different. We even made up games about it, and it was so much fun! That was the first time that I realised, that I kinda liked it. Then, this week, I went for three whole nights in a row without wetting my bed. But last night, it happened again. Every other time it happens, I get up and change, but last night I didn't. I left my diaper on, and it was really soaked, but it felt so nice. I went back to sleep in it, and it was so warm and soft, it just felt really really good! Then, today, I had a couple of little leaks at school, in my kiddie pull up. The first one was only small, but I had a bigger one after school, before I caught the bus, and I did the same thing. I didn't change, I just left it on. While I felt kinda worried that it might leak, or people might see it because it was all swollen up, it felt sooo nice to have a wet nappy on, while nobody else knew about it. Kinda naughty, but, I don't know, sorta exciting as well, I guess."
Dan appeared to lapse into silence, like he had more to say, but didn't know how to say it.
Amy prompted him, with a smile. "Yeah, but what's your point exactly Dan?"
His eyes shot up in surprise, meeting hers straight away.
"Well, I guess my point is, like, I don't know, I guess, like don't you think I'm a bit like weird or something?"
Amy looked at him, obviously perplexed. "Why?" Was all she said.
Dan was now confused. "Why? Because I just told you I kinda like my wet diapers! That's why! How much weirder can I get? I mean, how can I claim to hate wetting myself, but still enjoy wearing a diaper that I've pissed in? How weird do you want?"
Amy actually giggled. "Oh Dan. I'm sorry. But I just don't understand your problems with it."
Confused, Dan could only look blankly at her.
Amy decided to enlighten him.
"Danny. Baby. It's exactly the sort of stuff that I was telling you about! It's what I told you! Just like I think about it! It's why I feel so comfortable talking to you about it, because you get it!"
"Sweetie, it's just like I do, but I can't always control it at all. Just like you, I hate it in a way, and I'd do anything if I could stop it. But, when it DOES happen, I, um, sometimes kinda enjoy it. Like I wake up soaked. Every. Single. Morning. No exceptions. But, while I wish that I didn't, I actually kinda like the wet nappy feeling when I get up. Unless I've sprung a leak, I always leave my wet nappy on until after I've had breakfast! Look, I know it's kinda gross, but I love the warm, squishy feeling of my morning diaper."
Dan, mouth slightly agape, was still stroking her foot, but was looking at her with a stunned expression on his boyish features.
Continuing on, she explained, "It's kinda like when mummy tells me to just use my diaper. She did that yesterday, after the dentist, by the way. But when she says it's okay to wet myself, and I do, it's just a great feeling after. My nappy is all warm and squishy, I feel more comfortable cause I don't need to pee or hold on anymore, and my mum knows, and is okay with it! It's like the best feeling in the world. I sorta feel like a naughty little girl, but one with a big girl secret I guess. I don't want anyone to find out, but it feels like my own, private secret."
It was Dans turn to be nodding enthusiastically now. Amy had put into words exactly what he himself had been struggling with, and too say the boy was relieved, was an understatement.
"It's not just my nappies either," Amy continued, "but my pants as well. Like I've already told you, I love spending the afternoon just playing outside in my swimsuit or shorts, and just not caring if I wet myself. But I'll do it on purpose as well. Let me tell you about yesterday...."
Amy then proceeded to tell Dan, in detail, about the fun she had in her grey panties and white tights the day before. By the time she'd finished, Dan was worried about controlling the sharp twitching he kept feeling in his nappy.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he managed to croak, "Man, I woulda liked to have seen that Ames."
Smiling at him, she replied with a grin. "We've got all weekend mate. You might just see it yet!"
After a pause, where she seemed to be considering what to say, she went on.
"You know Dan, I've thought about this a lot. As I said, I wish that I didn't need diapers, but you know what? Even if I didn't need em, I think I'd still like to wear them from time to time. They can be kinda fun, after all.
She had to laugh at his expression, which perfectly offset the redness of his cheeks. "But anyway Danny boy, we really should start drinking. I really want to wet myself with you at least once before we go to bed."
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Chapter 16:
Dan couldn't believe how relieved he felt. He had identified his conflicting opinions regarding his diapers and wetting problem, and had felt the need for reassurance. At the same time, as much as he had felt the burgeoning need to talk about it, he hadn't been sure how his girlfriend would react.
Of course he knew her well enough by now to know that she wouldn't exactly run away screaming, as he knew she liked wetting herself on purpose as well sometimes. But it had been the whole general thing about enjoying the wet diaper feeling itself. He knew from last weekends experience that playing wetting games could be fun, but he had felt guilty somehow for enjoying the sensation of a wet nappy that was caused by a genuine accident.
The fact that he hated suffering from incontinence, and having uncontrolled wettings, were at odds with the good feelings he was sometimes having after he'd accidentally wet himself.
He just couldn't comprehend how he could feel so bad for wetting, but enjoy the wetness later. To find out that Amy not only understood, but even shared his feelings was a huge relief. Smiling broadly, he trotted off to the kitchen to fetch them the two large bottles of water that he'd put in the fridge earlier.
Amy looked up from the floor, where she had made a start on inflating the air beds. Seeing the two litre bottles he was holding, made her smile.
"Now that's what I'm talking about Catholic boy!" she exclaimed, and took the time to take a big drink. "Come on buddy. You too! You remember how this game works. We're starting later, so we gotta make up for lost time!"
Dan obeyed without question, drinking deeply, then dropping to his knees to help her with the mattresses. As Amy started inflating them, Dan went to ask his mother for linen. She dug out two sets of sheets, doonas, and waterproof protectors as well. Dan ran upstairs and got his pillow, and one from the guest room for Amy.
Sue only stayed around long enough to help them make the beds up. In truth, she was making sure that they set them up end to end, and not side by side, then she made sure that the pillows were at opposing ends. She wasn't completely naïve, and knew that if they did decide to do "yucky stuff" in the middle of the night, then they would regardless. But she reasoned that they could still do that even if they went to bed in separate rooms.
All she could really do, was trust them.
Beds set up, Dan hooked his PlayStation up to the big screen.
"Now you'll get to see what a REAL gaming system does!" he told her.
An hour later, and she was soundly kicking his butt on C.O.D.
He had to admit. The girl was good at gaming.
After dying yet again, Dan paused the game, and took a big drink. His bottle was a third empty by now, and Amy's was missing nearly as much.
"So, Catholic girl, what exactly are we gonna do tomorrow?"
"Dunno mate. You're the one who keeps coming up with all the suggestions. What do you wanna do?"
Hesitantly, Dan offered his suggestion.
"Weellll, I know we talked about it, and you weren't like super keen on it, but this weekend is probably gonna be the last bit of really warm weather we get before the cooler weather starts, and I was thinking, with a bit of planning, we should go to the beach!"
Amy started to object, but Dan cut her off.
"Listen, I know what you said about the beach, and getting sand in your diaper and stuff, but I've been thinking about it, and I think it could work. You bought your bathers with you, didn't you?"
"Yeah. To swim in your pool with! But I can't exactly just change on the beach!"
"But you won't have too Ames! What you do, is put your swimsuit on here first. Then, put your pull up on OVER your swimsuit, then your long t shirt and shorts! We catch the bus to the beach, and if you have an accident on the way, your shorts won't get wet. Yes, your bathing suit will, but that won't matter! When we get there, you go into the toilet block and take your shorts and nappy off. From there, we're only a 30 second walk from the beach itself, and your shirt will hide your wet bathing suit, if it actually is wet, of course."
He could see Amy starting to nod in acceptance, almost, but not quite convinced. But before she could voice any objections, he pushed ahead.
"When we leave, we wash as much sand off in the ocean as we can. But the beach we'll be going to, has those free, open air showers near the boardwalk. You can like totally rinse all the sand off, get dressed and diapered in the toilet, and we catch the bus home! Whaddya think?"
Amy seemed a touch reluctant at first.
"Yeah, I suppose it could work. Or, we could just hang around here, in your pool, with more privacy! Why do we need to go to the beach? It seems like a bit of a hassle."
"Because, my dear, my mother will be home. I'm not saying that she'll haunt us, but it won't be as private as it was at your place last week. I'd kinda like to do some more stuff like we did then, and it should be easier to wet at the beach. I mean, we can pee around the pool of course, but probably not as easily as I'd like. Plus, I have an idea....."
Amy grinned when she heard this. "Go on, this sounds interesting....."
"Well, last week we played with Little Danny. I think that Little Danny would like to play again, but would like Little Amy to play with. We can be little kids together on the beach! Dig a hole, build a sandcastle, all that sort of thing, and as you said, little kids can just wet themselves at the beach! We can just go for a swim and get wet, then just do a wee while we play in the sand! Nobody else will know, and we can watch each other wet, just like last week!"
He paused expectantly, "Soooo, whaddya reckon?"
"I reckon it sounds pretty good, Catholic boy. I'm looking forward to playing Little Amy, and I just loved Little Dan last week!"
She lowered her voice. "I managed to get some extra smokes as well. If we can't smoke here, we'll need to go somewhere I guess." Keeping her voice lowered, she added conspirationally, "and I think I just wet myself a bit as well."
"Did you really? You don't even look desperate or anything!"
"I'm not Danny. It was just one of those leaking while sitting down type things. I wasn't particularly desperate at all, but my bladder must be filling up, and I dribbled. That means a bigger accident is coming soon. How about you?"
"I'm not really feeling it much at all Ames, but I guess there's a bit there. Hey, want me to try a pre-emptive strike?"
"Only if I do one too mate! Wanna go up to your room?"
He quickly agreed, and they padded up the stairs, not exactly sneaking, but trying not to draw attention to themselves.
Safely inside Dans room, Amy started to shut the door, but Dan stopped her.
"If you close the door, it'll look suspicious, and I also won't hear it if mum decides to come upstairs and check on us. With it open, I'll not only hear it, but it won't look like we're doing anything wrong either."
Amy thought this was good thinking, but suddenly squeezed her legs together and jammed a hand between her thighs. "Oohhh quick! Now I'm up, I can feel it! I need to go badly now, but I want you to go first."
"Why don't we go together?"
She giggled a bit, "Okay, but we take our pants off first though!"
Once again, she had shocked him. But it wasn't anything they hadn't done in front of each other before, so he swallowed deeply, and agreed.
Amy wasted no time. She pulled her pink sweat pants down, and stepped out of them. She had her ankles crossed, thighs pressed together tightly, and her left hand was fidgeting with the front of her nappy, pulling at it. Her potty dance, with her pink socks, bare legs, and exposed diaper was too much for Dan. He felt himself getting as hard as he ever had before. This of course prevented him from peeing, and he could feel it pressing on the front of his own pull up.
He suddenly didn't want to pull his shorts down.
"Oh comeoncomeon! Don't just stand there Danny. I'm starting to wet myself!"
Dan was like a statue. Certain parts of him were as hard as one as well. He just couldn't move.
"Please Danny! Hurry up. I can't hold on any longer."
Sheepishly, Dan dropped his shorts. His diaper was sticking out in front of him, and his erection was completely noticeable, even though his nappy.
Amy couldn't help but see the way his diaper was bulging, and as innocent as she was, she knew exactly what it represented.
The sudden sight of her boyfriends arousal temporarily distracted her from the task at hand, which was holding on to her pee, and she suddenly lost any hope of control. The feelings of relief, warmth, wetness and swelling snapped her back, but it was too late then.
"Danny. I'm wetting myself."
Dan had been standing in front of her, self consciously aware of how obvious his hard on was. In an effort to hide it, he had grabbed himself tightly through the thick padding of his pull up. The sudden pressure had made his already stiff boyhood twitch violently under his grip. He felt his pulse quicken, and a tingling sensation seemed to start in his groin, his tummy, and even his toes.
By now, he was starting to recognise the signs of what was about to happen. He thought he may still be okay, but the next thing that happened, was Amy looked at him pleadingly, and said "Danny. I'm wetting myself." And it was too late.
As he watched his girlfriend lose control in her diaper, he lost a different type of control in his. He hunched forward, and grunted, as he felt his penis start twitching, and the next thing he felt a warmth in his diaper that wasn't urine. Another wave hit him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, and moaned a bit.
He looked up to see Amy staring at him with a look of wonder on her face. Her diaper was a lot saggier, and a bit discoloured in the crotch. He couldn't find anything to say, but she beat him to it anyway.
"Danny, did you just have an orgasm?" |
Chapter 17:
It was strange. Dan felt a little bit embarrassed, but not totally humiliated. He wished that it hadn't happened, of course, but even though it was embarrassing, cumming in his diaper in front of Amy was certainly no worse than wetting his pants in front of other people. It was a strange set of emotions. On one hand, he had just had a very grown up experience, but on the other hand, it was so similar to losing control of his bladder in his nappy, and he'd certainly done that a few times in front of her, so it didn't seem a lot different in a way.
"Yeah. I guess I did. I just couldn't seem to help it. Amy, you just turn me on so much, and I love you so much, and when I see you all diapered up, with your sexy little socks on, and your potty dancing around, it just makes my dick get so hard! When you started wetting yourself, I just couldn't control it. I don't think you'd understand it, it's a guy thing I guess. But I'm sorry it happened in front of you though."
Amy was grinning happily at him. She didn't seem at all bothered by what had happened. If anything, she looked to be excited.
"Don't be sorry baby! It makes me feel kinda special that I can make my boyfriend do that! Has it happened before?"
Their conversation was interrupted then by Sues voice calling from the foot of the stairs. In one quick motion each, they pulled their pants back up, and stepped onto the landing, where they saw her looking up.
"Do you two want a snack? I'll make some microwave popcorn if you want some?"
"Thanks mum! That'd be great, please! We'll be down in a second. We're just picking out some games."
Feeling relieved, Sue went back to the kitchen. She had gone to the theatre to ask them if they were hungry, but they weren't in there. She couldn't see Dans bedroom door from downstairs, because of the "U" bend in the staircase, and she had wondered what they were getting up to.
She mentally chastised herself. "Of course they were getting games you idiot. They're children. It's what they do. I've got to stop worrying. It's not like they'd have their pants off or anything....."
"Quick thinking Danny boy," Amy told him. "Grab a game or two, and we'll head back down. I wanna finish this conversation! I've got stuff of my own I've gotta tell you, I think."
"Hang on a minute Ames"
She paused, looking at him, a touch confused.
"Just give me a second," he continued, "I haven't peed yet, and I think I can now!"
Dan pulled his shorts down, but didn't step out of them. He hitched his diaper up tight, and ran his hands over the leg guards, ensuring they were properly in place. He relaxed his control muscles, and at first nothing happened, but he stayed relaxed, and ten seconds later he felt his hot pee escaping into his diaper.
"I'm going Amy. I'm doing it right now!"
Amy watched his diaper in wonderment, seeing it sag just a bit in the front. It didn't exactly change colour, but, like hers, it got a bit darker where the pee was pooling.
It was over in 30 seconds, and Dan gave his diaper a squeeze, and remarked, "That's the nice soft feeling I was talking about!" Quickly pulling his shorts up, they grabbed the first two games they saw without even looking at them, and went downstairs.
Sue looked up and smiled as they entered the kitchen. "Having fun guys?"
Dan responded with a shrug. "Yeah. Just gaming."
As she prepared the popcorn, she turned to Amy. "Amy, sweetheart, I should've asked you first. Is popcorn okay for your tummy? I can make you something else if you like?"
Amy smiled shyly, "Popcorns fine thank you Mrs Jacobs. I just don't have a lot of butter on it."
"Call me Sue, Amy. I believe my son is already on first name terms with your mother, so it's only fair." She handed her a bowl of popcorn. "Here you go, you put your own butter on it sweetie."
"Thank you...Sue" Amy replied blushing slightly. Dan thanked his mother as well, and the kids returned to the theatre room.
Settled on the couch again, Amys feet in Dans lap, and his bowl of popcorn balanced on her legs, she returned to their interrupted conversation.
"So Danny, what happened upstairs, has it happened before?"
He felt a flush rising in his cheeks, but was determined to answer her. "It's never just happened by itself before, at least not when I've been awake. It happens in my sleep sometimes though."
"You have wet dreams? I know about those! We learned about them in sex-ed! All boys have them, don't they?"
Dan chuckled. "I guess so Ames. They taught us the same thing. Must be using the same textbooks! They told us it happened during puberty, and not to worry about it. But if you masturbate, it sorta stops them from happening. Supposedly."
"Do you Dan? Do you masturbate?"
He sighed, starting to feel uncomfortable with the conversation. But he figured that after all she had seen him do, admitting to playing with himself wasn't a big deal. After all, most boys apparently did it.
"I've started to lately Ames. It sorta took me a while to kinda figure out how to do it, but once I learned how to, it was easy."
"How did you learn Danny?"
"Just practice " he shrugged, and they both cracked up laughing. They both laughed uproariously at this, and ended up both giggling.
Sue heard them laughing from the lounge, and heard Danny's voice cracking a bit. "There's something nice about the innocence of kids laughter, they must be having a lot of fun playing," she thought, and went back to watching her show.
"Your turn Ames. Do girls masturbate? I don't know a lot about it, I guess. Going to a Catholic school, the priests don't really talk about that sort of thing a lot. We have a lay teacher, Mr Simpson, who teaches maths and sex-ed, and he explains a lot of stuff that the priests won't, but playing with yourself isn't the sort of thing that you can put up your hand to ask questions about! I know from stuff I've seen online that girls do, but it doesn't seem as common as it is for boys. And girls don't get wet dreams either, or do they?"
"Don't worry Dan, we do it all right! We don't have the wet dream things like you guys do, but we do have pretty intense dreams! Sometimes, when I wake up, I've gotta just like play with myself cause I've been so turned on by a dream."
She could tell Danny was fascinated. She was as well. It was hard going through puberty and adolescence, and both kids were doing what every other kid did, just sort of fumbling their way through, learning as they went along.
It was like an offshoot of their wetting problems and diapers. They had finally found a soulmate to talk with, to ask questions of, to compare stories against, and it was both interesting as well as a relief to hear another kids perspective. Particularly a kid of the opposite sex. They were like sponges, trying to take in as many answers to the myriad of unasked questions that they both had.
Amy continued, "When you have a sexy dream Dan, what do you dream about?"
Dan had lost all of his self doubt and nervousness by now. He was keen to talk about it all, and he had questions of his own to ask as well. He proceeded without delay, surprising himself that he could talk so openly about it.
"Well, they seem to change Amy. I guess because I'm a virgin, I can't really dream about what its like to have sex, because I've never done it before. But I dream of being around girls, or women even, and they're touching me and stuff. Sometimes they show me their boobs, and I can touch them."
He paused, took a breath, and lowered his eyes, but continued anyway.
"Since last week, I've dreamt of you a couple of times."
Amy was beaming with pleasure, and felt a new moistness between her legs. "Really Dan? Please tell me! I want to know."
"Well, I had a dream on Monday night that you were in. I was watching you wet your blue shorts, and that made me cum. I woke up thinking I might've wet the bed, but it was that instead. And last night, I think I did it again, but because I actually wet myself, I'm not 100% sure if I did or not. But I've been thinking about you a lot when I've been alone, if you get what I mean."
She saw he was looking uncomfortable, and no doubt was suddenly worried that he'd gone too far. She hastened to reassure him.
"You're not the only one whose been doing that Dan, so don't look so worried. I've been thinking about you like that as well. Let's just say that a couple of my showers have gone on longer than they should have.....particularly when I think of you wearing those tight little blue footy shorts of yours, and watching you pee in them. And when you were playing as Little Dan, and peed in your swim nappy, my God, that was so hot!"
They fell silent for a while, blushing, smiling, and trying to take it all in. Both of them felt like they should be totally humiliated by their topic of conversation, but yet they weren't. Yes, it was embarrassing, but like their diaper talks, their urge for knowledge outweighed any misgivings that they would have normally had over talking about such an intimate subject.
Amy broke the silence first. "Can I ask you about what it's like going through puberty as a guy, Dan? Or is that going too far?"
Dan laughed. "At this point Ames, I don't think we have a "too far." Two weeks ago, I couldn't even talk properly to my mother about stuff, and now, you know more about me than even I did back then! I think every time I'm with you, I learn something new about myself. I keep feeling like I'm getting a handle on shit, but you manage to make me find something new and exciting about my situation, every time"
He paused to take a big drink of water, and motioned for her to do the same. She had become so engrossed in the conversation, that she had forgotten to keep drinking for their wetting fun.
"Where to start? I think I told you last week how I was so desperate for puberty to start, cause I thought that it would mean the end of my bed wetting?" She nodded enthusiastically for him to continue, "but no matter how many times I read about it, or heard a teacher or my parents tell me that it didn't usually happen until at least twelve or thirteen, or sometimes a lot later, I was waiting for it to happen since I was about eleven. But no matter how impatient I was, it didn't really start until I was thirteen, only a bit over a year ago."
He took another drink and chuckled a bit, "It seems like so long ago! But it only started a year ago I guess. I've been so worried that I might be a slow developer, but I can tell by looking at the other kids in my class that I'm not. Most of us seem to be the same. I mean, there's two or three boys who have really hairy legs and some facial hair, and I've seen them getting changed in the locker room, and they're definitely a bit bigger than me "down there," but most of us seem to be the same. There's even a kid in my class, Zack, who still looks like he's only ten years old. He's tiny! You can tell by looking at him that he hasn't started developing yet. But while us guys don't really talk a lot about it, we all sort of keep an eye on each other. I mean, we all wear shorts, and it's easy to see who's getting hairy legs!"
He held his own nearly hairless legs out straight.
"I mean look at these. My legs are still as smooth as a babies! I haven't grown a single whisker on my face, and I still look like a little kid!"
"What about pubes Dan, you must be getting those by now?"
"I am. That was the first sign it was starting. But I haven't got a lot though."
Amy grinned. Dan recognised it as what he was starting to think of as her "evil" grin.
"Danny, would you ever show me?"
He spat out the mouthful of water that he'd just tried to drink.
"Jesus Christ Amy! No way!" But he then seemed to consider it again. "Well, maybe I would I guess. But you'd have to do the same for me of course....."
"Of course I would Dan. Wouldn't be fair otherwise! Have you ever seen a girls private bits before?"
"Only in movies and stuff. But I guess it's pretty high on my wish list. How about you, what's puberty like for a girl? When did you start? Have you ever seen a boys thing?"
Amy took a drink, and considered his barrage of questions.
"I started a lot earlier than you did by the sound of things. Remember how I told you that my mummy would put a big cloth nappy on me after school?"
Dan nodded, and felt himself start to stir a bit again. He was thinking of what it would be like for him to put a diaper on her now, and he liked the thought.
"Well she stopped doing that when I was about ten and a half. I hadn't started puberty yet of course, but she said I was starting to fill out. I think my boobs were just starting to grow a bit, and so were my hips. I was devestated at first, because I loved the freedom of wearing my cloth nappy after school, and just being allowed to do a wee in it whenever I wanted, and I thought that it would all change after that. But mum found other real adult diapers that fitted me, not the Molicares, I had to grow a bit more before they fitted, but they were a really small grown up tape on diaper anyway. When mum let me keep wetting those just like I did in the cloth ones, I was stoked! Anyway, my boobs kept growing, and I got my first period just after my twelfth birthday."
She smiled at him, "I don't want to make you feel bad, but I've been shaving my legs for about two years! I started getting my pubic hair around the time I started my period, and I've even had to trim that a couple of times as well! I don't mind showing you, if you want to play show and tell with me one day, lover boy!"
It was Dans turn to grin evilly. "You know what Ames? Now I've thought about it, I want to! Just not now of course. But it would be fun to at least show each other, wouldn't it? As long as you promise not to laugh at me! I've still got a long way to go yet!"
"I'd never laugh at you Dan, and anyway, at least I know it works!"
Dan laughed. "Got another question for you Ames. What do you do when you get your period? Because you wear a diaper all the time, do you still need extra girlie protection or anything?"
"I learned pretty quickly that I need to use a tampon. Of course, wearing a nappy stops any leaks from happening, but if I pee, and there's blood in my nappy, it makes a hell of a mess. It's really gross actually. So I wear a tampon, but I have to change it pretty regularly if I wet myself too much. It's kinda funny sometimes. I'll wet myself at school, but go and change my tampon, but leave my wet nappy on, unless it's really wet. Sorta strange I guess."
Dans interest was piqued. "Do you girls talk about, like stuff with each other?"
"All the time Danny! Sometimes it seems like it's all we talk about. When there's no boys around, all we talk about is boys, periods, boobs, and stuff like that. It can get a bit boring actually. Especially when your the girl who wears a diaper, and has issues that the other girls don't have," she made serious eye contact with him again, "I think that's why I just love talking about it with you. There's stuff that my friends just don't get, but you do."
They lapsed into a mutual silence, that they both felt quite comfortable with.
Dan spoke first. "God Amy, I love you so much. I'm so glad your my girlfriend! We've got a lot of stuff to do together!" |
Chapter 18:
"You never answered all of my questions Ames. Have you ever seen a boys private bits before?"
"Never a big kids or a grown ups, except on the the internet or in movies, but I saw my cousins in the nude heaps of times when we were very young. When I was a little kid, before my accident, I even played outside with my cousins naked sometimes, but we were only like five or six. There was a time at my aunties house when we were having a barbecue and it was really hot, and us kids wanted to play under the sprinkler, but it hadn't been planned for, and nobody had bought a change of clothes or anything. Me and my cousins, two other girls and a boy all finished up getting our gear off and running around under the hose, but we were all very young. No one was any older than seven. Alison got cranky cause she wanted to get wet too, but she would've been at least thirteen, and couldn't do it. Mum told her to strip down to her knickers and singlet if she wanted too, but she wouldn't. But she cracked the messes a bit over it."
"I saw my cousin Jake naked, but he was only like a toddler, probably about four. I remember him doing a wee on the fence. I was fascinated to see where his wee came out of! But apart from when I was little, no, I haven't seen a naked guy before. I guess it's on my wish list of things to see and do!"
Dan contemplated his next question carefully. He wanted to ask something serious, but didn't want to say the wrong thing.
"Amy, me and you get along so well, don't we?"
She corrected his grammar. "It's you and I Catholic boy. Don't they teach English at St Marks?"
He smiled, "You and I," he amended, "get on so well. In the past week we've gone from not knowing each other, to, well, to this!" He gave a flourish with his arms, indicating their closeness. "Now you've even seen me cum, in my pants anyway, and we talk about seeing each other naked. That's all cool and everything, but where are we going with this? I mean, you know I love you, but I've gotta be honest, I'm a bit scared in a way. We're only fourteen Ames, like it or not, technically we're still children. I don't think I'm ready to do any real grown up stuff yet."
Amy, like Dan, carefully considered her reply. "Don't worry Danny. I happen to agree with you. I love you so much, and you turn me on a lot, but I'm planning on staying a virgin for a long time yet!"
She reached for his hand, nearly knocking the bowl of popcorn off her legs. Dan took it, and squeezed it gently, showing her that he was happy with her answer.
"Danny, I don't want to have sex. Not yet. Not with anybody. But there are things I'd like to do. I keep thinking how much I'd love to really cuddle with you, properly, for a long time. When I've been touching myself, thinking about you, that's how it starts. We're alone, and kissing and cuddling, and you're in your diaper, and we just kinda like touch each other and stuff. Stuff like that..."
Dan heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm so glad you said that Ames. That's pretty much how I feel about you. I love you, and I'd kinda like to take it to the next level and all, but I'm still a kid, and I don't want to, I don't know, grow up I guess. He corrected himself. "That's not what I meant. Of course I want to grow up. But I'm not ready for sex yet. Even though I'm sure we could do it if we wanted to, can you imagine all the sneaking around, and lying to our mums and stuff? And if we got caught? They'd kill us! One things for sure, they'd stop us from ever seeing each other again, and I couldn't handle that if it happened!"
"Don't panic about it mate, I totally agree with you," she said. "I hope you don't think bad stuff about me, cause I'm not like a slut or anything, but like you said, I'd be happy to take our little relationship up a notch though."
The relief that was on both of their faces was clear.
"In fact," she continued, "I can't think of a single person in the whole world who I'd rather do that with. Except maybe Ryan Reynolds of course!"
Dan spluttered. "Ryan bloody Reynolds! What's he got that I haven't got?"
That broke the tension, and again they laughed uproariously.
They calmed down, and sat in companionable silence for a while. Then without speaking, Amy reached into her bag, which was on the floor beside her, and pulled out her dummy. She put it in her mouth, and reached out for Danny's hand, which he took. They didn't speak, but maintained eye contact with each other. Dan put the bowl of popcorn on the floor, and Amy kept her feet on his lap, but parted her legs slightly. She raised her backside up a bit, let go of his hand briefly, and hitched her pink sweatpants up high, then took his hand again.
Dan was looking directly at her crotch, the pink fleecy fabric now pulled tight, and showing the outline of the thick diaper underneath. Suddenly, she arched her back a bit, and her grip on his hand tightened, and her eyes squinted a bit.
As Dan watched, a wet patch appeared on the inside of her right leg, and started spreading across her buttock. He watched it, totally transfixed, as it kept growing. The thick fleece of her sweatpants didn't allow any drips to escape, but a big wet patch, the size of a small dinner plate quickly blossomed across her butt, showing much darker than the light pink it had been previously. Amy wasn't aware she was leaking, and Dan didn't tell her, he just watched the wet patch grow, feeling his cock growing very stiff again.
Eventually she stopped, and lowered her backside onto the couch again.
Dan leaned over, and gently cupped his hand on her wet backside. Amy looked a bit surprised, but didn't object at all, and just smiled at him.
"Amy, um, you just wet your pants...."
She smiled innocently at him. "Why Dan, however did you guess?
Realising that she wasn't aware of what had happened, he tried again. "No Ames, you have actually wet your pants. You've leaked." He took her hand, placing it on the wet patch on her pants. "Here. Feel that?"
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, and jumped almost vertically off the couch. "Shitshitshit! My diaper must've been a bit saggy after I peed in it before! Shit!"
She was standing up, swivelling around, pulling at the back of her pants, trying to see just how wet they were.
Dan was laughing at her. "Oh baby, did little Amy have an accident? You should of gone to the potty, naughty girl!"
She waddled over to stand in front of him, and turned her back, so her bum was in front of his face. "Not funny mate. How wet am I?"
He reached up with both hands, and cupped both of her bum cheeks. He rubbed her buttocks gently, and started tracing the outline of the wet patch.
"Well, it starts here, goes all the way up and over here, and disappears under here...." He let his hand run down between her legs, and squeezed her wet diaper through her wet pants.
Amy spread her legs open wider, and let him squeeze, not trying to put a stop to it at all. He didn't keep his hand there for long, but couldn't help noticing that she never objected. "Yep. You're pretty wet Ames." He could feel himself standing to attention inside his own diaper again, but was confident that after his earlier loss of control, it surely wouldn't happen again, at least not so soon anyway.
"Danny, I better get changed. Can I use your bathroom please? I might try and poop before I put my night nappy on."
Dan shrugged his indifference.
"But can you come with me until we get past your lounge room please? I'd hate for your mum to see me in wet pants."
"No probs Amy. Cause I will."
She grabbed both of her bags, and they left the theatre. Dan made sure he walked on the inside, to try and shield his mothers view of his girlfriends wet butt.
The lounge room door was near the base of the stairs, and Sue was sitting back in a recliner, watching television. She turned as her son stopped in the doorway.
"Hi mate. What's up?"
Dan didn't answer at first. He had his head turned, and was watching Amys wet bum, as she hurried up the stairs. The wet spot now covering nearly all of her right cheek.
"You okay Danny? Everything alright?"
Aware of the bulge sticking out in front of his shorts, Dan quickly stepped down into the sunken lounge, and stood behind another chair, on the opposite side of the room before he answered.
"Yeah mum. Everything's cool. Amy, uh, just has to get changed, you know?"
"Oh no! Poor dear, did she have an accident? Is she alright? She's not too upset or anything, is she?"
Dan had to suppress a smile. "No mum. I'm sure she's fine. She just kinda needed to get changed, that's all. I think she must've had a little accident or something."
Sue was relieved. She had been worried about Amy, and how she would cope if she had an accident away from home. The way the kids had been laughing, she wasn't surprised that the girl had wet herself, she just hoped that she wasn't upstairs crying or anything.
"Well, if you're sure she's not upset or anything. Does she need anything?"
"No mum. I'm pretty sure she's fine. She took all her stuff up with her to get changed and everything."
Sue lowered her voice to a loud whisper. "And how about you Danny, are you okay? Your diaper I mean?"
Deciding that discretion was called for, Dan lowered his voice to match his mothers. "To be honest mum, my nappy is a bit wet I think. I must've wet myself a little bit earlier I guess. But I don't want Amy to know. I'm just gonna leave it on until I change into my night nappy later, okay?"
Sue smiled at him, he seemed to be slowly coming to terms with needing a diaper on. Only a couple of weeks ago, he wouldn't ever talk about it, or even admit it if he had an accident. He'd just go all sullen and moody instead. Now, he was opening up a lot more, and didn't get so ashamed when he wet. There was no doubt about it, his friendship with his little girlfriend was definitely helping him come out of his shell a lot more. She was happy that her son, who deep down she still thought of as her "little boy," was starting to open up to her a lot more.
"I don't want to tell you what to do buddy, but you shouldn't stay in a wet diaper for too long, okay? You might get a rash or something. Perhaps you should get changed. Just tell Amy you decided to get into your pyjamas. You don't have to say you were wet or anything."
Seeing an opportunity to go upstairs without his mother getting suspicious, he jumped at the suggestion.
"You're right mum. It is a bit uncomfortable. I might put my PJ's on now!"
"Good boy!" Sue whispered, as her teenage boy left the room, taking the stairs two at a time.
"Kids," she thought. "Always so scared about what other kids think. It must be so hard for them though. At least they've got each other to confide in now."
Dan entered his room, and saw that his bathroom door was closed. Not wanting to startle Amy, he knocked gently, and called out to her. "Just letting you know I'm in here Ames!"
"Thanks Danny! I'm gonna be a couple more minutes yet though."
"Okay, I'm gonna get changed as well. Can you knock before you come out, please?"
"Will do matey!"
Not wasting any time, he pulled off his shorts and diaper. Working quickly, he grabbed a handful of wet wipes, and cleaned himself as best he could. Unfurling a new tape on nappy, he lay it flat on his bed, and layed himself onto it. He was getting a lot faster with them now, and it didn't take long to tape it on securely. He had put clean socks on after school, so decided to leave them on, and not change them. He opened his drawers, looking for pyjamas. But to his dismay, he found his selection somewhat limited. He didn't have a lot of pyjamas, and his regular ones must've been in the wash. The only long ones he had left did fit him okay, but were bright red, and had pictures of Spider-Man all over them. He often wore them, but they were pretty childish looking, and not exactly what he would've chosen to wear in front of his girlfriend.
But then, he heard the toilet flush, and realised that he didn't have a lot of options. He quickly pulled the pants up over his diaper as the bathroom tap was running, and when Amys knock was heard, he was already doing up the buttons on his shirt.
He heard the door open behind him, and realised that in his haste, he'd started doing the buttons up in the wrong holes. Frustrated, he started again, speaking over his shoulder without looking.
"You've gotta promise not to laugh at me Amy! I'm wearing my Spider-Man pyjamas! I look like a little kid in them!"
"Don't worry Danny, I won't laugh, I promise..."
Something in the tone of her voice made him turn around.
His girlfriend was standing there, in a fleecy lined set of pyjamas. There were no buttons on her shirt, instead, it was a pullover style of top. The sleeves were red, but the middle section was white, and it featured a big "Hello Kitty" design. The pants were bright red, and had feet built into them. Her diapers waistband was barely visible, sticking out the top a fraction. Her hair was now braided into two pigtails, and she was holding her teddy bear.
"Trust me Catholic boy, I won't laugh at all."
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Chapter 19:
Sue was in the kitchen, making a pot of tea, when she heard footsteps and a lot of giggling. Poking her head around the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Amy and Dan, holding hands, and walking down the stairs together. The stairs weren't overly wide, but by squashing up a bit, they were managing to stay together.
Her son was wearing his Spider-Man pyjamas, which surprised her a bit. He did wear them occasionally, but she knew that he thought of them as his "kiddie" PJ's.
But it was Amy who surprised her the most. When she had arrived earlier, wearing her black dress, black stockings and dressy shoes, with her makeup on and hair tied back, Sue had been surprised at how much older and more mature she had looked. She had thought at the time, that the girl could have passed herself off as seventeen, or even older.
But now, her pretty blonde hair was in braided pigtails, her makeup was gone, and she was wearing footie pyjamas and carrying a teddy bear! She could've been ten years old! Again she thought that Amy was indeed a chameleon, age wise at least. But, she did look very cute, and she certainly seemed to be a well mannered, sweet girl as well. She could certainly understand just why her son seemed so besotted with her. Sue herself was becoming very fond of the young girl as well.
"Wow Amy! I love your pyjamas!"
Amy blushed a bit. "Thanks Mrs J.., sorry, Sue. Yeah, they're cute aren't they! My mum got them for me yesterday. My feet have been getting cold at night, and I just can't stand wearing socks to bed." She punched Dan playfully on the arm. "Not like him! Mummy thought that these might keep me a bit warmer. They're not as tight as wearing socks."
Sue had to smile when Amy said "mummy." She had sounded so cute! And Sue had to agree with her. "You know, I'm exactly the same! I don't like wearing socks in bed either! Neither does Dans dad, so I don't know where he gets it from."
She turned her attention to her son. "What do you think son? I could get you a pair as well! Might be more comfortable."
Sue had said this as a bit of a joke, but Dan surprised her with his reply. "Yeah mum, that would be cool! They do look very comfortable, don't they?"
"My God" Sue thought to herself, "the change in this boy is incredible! First, he wants to have slumber parties, then he agrees to trying bigger diapers, now he would wear footies. I can't believe this is the same moody teenager I've been living with!"
But out loud, all she said was "Okay mate. I'll ask Sonia where she got them from then. Now, do you guys want a cup of tea?"
Both kids eagerly agreed, and the three of them spent a pleasant few minutes just talking in the kitchen. Amy explained the background story of her teddy bear, and how she slept with it every night. When the kids picked up their cups to leave, Sue reflexively grabbed the waistband of her sons pants, and hitched them up before he could move.
"Aww mum," he moaned, and they walked out. Sue couldn't help but grin at the sight of Amys nappy poking out from the back of her pyjamas.
"They really are like two little kids" she said to herself with a grin.
Back in the theatre, they put their mugs on the coffee table, and resumed their now standard position, Amys feet in Dans lap. This time, he couldn't help himself. He grabbed both of her feet in his hands, and started rubbing them gently, squashing the thick fleecy fabric of her footie pyjamas, with the little rubber grippers on the soles. She giggled and squirmed a bit at first, but soon relaxed, and let him massage her toes and soles through the thick fleece.
"Mmmm. Oh boy Dan. That feels sooo good! Don't stop, okay?"
"Don't worry Ames, I'm enjoying it as well," he replied, and kept rubbing. "God you look so cute in these. I love em! They're really hot!"
Amy arched her back a bit, loving the sensation of her first ever foot rub. It was starting to make her all tingly. She rubbed a hand over her breasts, just briefly, and felt her nipples standing up.
She shook herself out of her reverie, and took a sip of her tea. "One thing about this, Danny boy, I'll definitely wet the bed tonight! Tea goes right through me!"
"I'm gonna try real hard not to Ames. Like I told you, I had three dry nights in a row, until last night, and it was great. I was starting to think my bed wetting might be slowing down, and I want to give it every chance too. I mean if it happens, it happens, but I'm gonna go to the toilet before bed, and not just use my nappy on purpose."
Amy looked a bit disappointed when she heard that. "But I thought we were going to play some more wet games," she said.
He smiled at her. "Don't panic my little princess. I plan on doing a lot of that tomorrow! I love being naughty with you, and Little Dan wants to play as well, but I really want to try and get on top of my bed wetting. I don't know. Maybe I have been a bit lazy, like sorta not going to the toilet and stuff. It's kinda easy to just think fuck it, I'm wearing a diaper, and not try so hard. Perhaps I've been sorta slack about it. Anyway, I'm going to try!"
"Well best of luck with it Dan. I wish I could as well, but with my dodgy bladder, I'll probably be wet before I even get into bed! But I am glad Little Dans coming back. Little Amy is really looking forward to playing with him!"
They shared a laugh at this, then Amy asked the next question. "Apart from the beach, what else are we going to do this weekend?"
"Well, up to you I guess, but I thought maybe tomorrow night we could catch a movie? My mum will probably take us and get us later if I ask. We could grab a bite to eat first maybe? Then Sunday, we could go into the city for a look around or something?"
"I like the movie idea mate. We could see the new Marvel one! Supposed to be excellent! I could give or take the city idea. I don't mind, but any other thoughts?"
"Yeah, I do..... Do ya remember when we were talking the other day? You said you'd like to play a scary fear wetting type of thing? Well I keep thinking about that! It sounds really good! But I don't know what we could do. I don't know what you think, but I reckon if we did that, it shouldn't be like a diaper thing. It wouldn't be as much fun wearing our protection. If we did a pretend fear accident thing, we should be able to watch each other wet our actual pants! But of course we can't do that like in public or anything. We'd need some privacy and stuff, and I don't think we'll get much of that here, and I don't know how we would play anyway."
Amy was nodding excitedly. "I agree mate. For it to be like real and stuff, we shouldn't wear diapers. I sorta thought we could always play like a "Walking Dead" type of game, or something like that, where we could be pretending to be like super scared and stuff. Or we could be hostages, or being chased by a psycho or something scary like that. But you're right. We need some privacy to do it though."
They lapsed into thought for a while, but couldn't come up with any realistic solution to their problem, so they decided to just sit on it for a bit.
"What're your mates from school doing this weekend Dan? Another sleepover or anything?"
"Not this weekend Amy. They seem to have one most weekends, but this time both Scott and Matt are going away with their folks, and I dunno what Ali's doing. Staying home I guess. Why, didja want us to hang out with them or something?"
"Not at all Dan. Just wondering. I would like to hear more about this Scott guys problems though. I think it's great that those kids have grown up together and are so cool about his bed wetting. It's pretty rare for other kids to just accept something like that. As you and I know!"
"Yeah. Totally agree Ames. I really do kinda keep getting the urge to approach them, and tell em about myself, but they've all been friends since they were little, and I'm still not like a close mate of theirs or anything, so I keep changing my mind about it. I actually think I will tell em eventually, but I guess I'm just not ready yet."
"Just give it time Dan. Don't say anything until you're sure that you're ready." She moaned in pleasure. "Jeez that feels good. I've never ever had my feet rubbed before! I can see why people like it! But you can stop if you want."
He was now playing with each of her toes, one at a time, softly wiggling them back and forth. "I'll stop if you want Ames, but I'm enjoying it as much as you are. These PJ's are a real turn on. It's better than your socks!" He looked a bit guilty. "I really don't know why I like your feet and stuff so much. I must be a bit weird I guess."
"If this is weird Dan, I just don't care! It feels amazing! Want me to do you?"
"Honestly Amy? Not really. I'm happy just doing this!"
"Well keep going then, my friend! I don't think I'll get sick of this in a hurry!"
They drank their tea in silence for a while, and eventually Dan stopped the massage. They turned the television on, and found a comedy to watch. Dan turned the lights off, and Amy sat upright and snuggled up against her boyfriend, and he put his arm around her shoulders.
With most of their plans made, for now at least, and the heavy part of their conversation over with for the moment, they could just sit back and relax, while they enjoyed the warmth of each other's bodies. It had been a long time since either kid had felt so happy and relaxed.
Partway through the movie, Amy wriggled in her seat. Her attention never swayed from the screen, but she started sucking her thumb. Dan grinned in the darkness, knowing by now what that meant.
He inclined his head towards hers, and whispered in her ear.
"You just wet your pants, you naughty girl. Want me to check for leaks again?"
She just gave him an innocent, wide eyed smile, and nodded shyly, putting her hands on the cushion, and lifting her bum up off the couch. Dan pulled his arm from around her shoulders, and slipped his hand under her backside, palm up. He slowly rubbed her buttocks, and could feel the swollen diaper underneath her thick pyjama pants. He couldn't feel any wetness there, so he moved his hand forward a bit, and soon had a few fingers between her legs, where he gave her diaper a firm squeeze, feeling it squish underneath his fingers. She lowered her butt down slowly and he was forced to pull his hand back.
"I hadn't finished Amy. I wanted to make sure your pants aren't wet before you went to bed."
"I know Danny. I just thought it might be easier for you to do it from the front, that's all."
She spread her legs slightly. "Go on Dan, make sure I'm not wet..."
Breathing deeply, Dan put a hand on her inside thigh, and rubbed his hand up and down. He then did the same on her other thigh, before he started to pull his hand back.
"Danny, you missed a bit I think. I need to be sure my nappy didn't leak you know, and I still need to pee a bit."
She took his hand, and placed it directly in the centre of her groin, and smiled at him as she leaned towards him. He reciprocated the gesture, and their lips found each other's. As they kissed, slowly at first, both of their tongues emerged, finding each other's, gently to start with, then with more passion. Their breathing quickened, and their mouths locked together in earnest.
Any consideration of Sue being close was forgotten.
Amy leaned back on the couch, and Dan went with her. He tried to use his arms for support, but Amy grabbed his arm, and held it in place on her crotch. He wasn't exactly sure what to do, so he just left it there, but he felt his fingers tighten ever so slightly.
Their kissing was reaching new and unexplored heights. Now safe in the knowledge that Dan was going to leave his hand where she'd put it, Amy wrapped her arms around Dans neck, and pulled his head down, kissing him even more ferociously, as they started to rub their bodies against each other.
"Danny, I'm gonna pee," she whispered, and he immediately felt a slight vibration coming from under the hand that was pressed tight against her private area, followed by a creeping warmth.
The stiffness in his own diaper was now twitching, more than twitching, pulsing actually. He clamped tighter with his hand, and although he couldn't feel wetness, he could feel the trembling as her urine hit the inside of her nappy. When his grip tightened, Amy went stiff, and simultaneously raised her abdomen to further increase the pressure of his hand, as she squeezed her thighs together, trapping it there.
Dan could tell that he was about to lose control himself, but he didn't care one bit. By pushing his own pelvis forward, he was actually pressing on the back of his own trapped hand and arm, but that didn't matter, he just needed to feel some contact.
The familiar tingling sensation was back, and he felt his toes start to curl. Amy was feeling a very similar thing, with what felt like a volcano starting to erupt from deep within her tummy. Neither of them tried to stop, they just kept kissing, harder and faster, there lips and chins now wet with saliva.
They were pressing their bodies together as if they were trying to merge into one, brand new, singular entity.
Amy suddenly pulled back and muttered, "Danny, I've wet myself!"
With that, she arched violently again, and squeezed her legs around his hand with enough pressure to cause him pain, but he didn't complain at all.
He himself was past the point of no return, and only a few seconds later, he was pressing himself even tighter against her, as he felt himself explode into a diaper for the second time that night.
They lay together panting for breath, and smiling at each other.
No words were needed. They had passed another milestone, and crossed another line, and were happy that they had done so.
Life was good. |
Chapter 20:
For a moment, they lay there, pressed against each other, sweating slightly and panting for breath. Then Dan extracted his hand from the oven between Amys thighs, and sat up again.
"I, uh, did it again Amy."
"So did I Catholic boy, and it was freaking amazing!"
Dan glanced nervously over his shoulder, half expecting his mother to be standing there, turning purple with rage, but thankfully, she wasn't. They had gotten away with it.
Amy tried to look all sweet and innocent, but failed miserably. "So Danny, are my pyjamas wet at all?"
He was still a bit out of breath, and grinned back "Not that I could tell Ames, but just to be sure, I might have to check later."
"We'll see Dan, perhaps you should, just to be sure."
Dan steadied himself by taking some long, deep mouthfuls of water, draining a third of his remaining bottle in one go.
"Steady on Danny. You better not drink too much if you want your nappy to stay dry!"
"Fuck my nappy Amy! It's kinda wet now already. I was gonna wear it again if I stayed dry, but I don't think I could now anyway, so I don't care now," and he drank even more.
"I don't know about you, Dan, but what we just did then, that was, that was, like, just incredible! I've never, ever, had an orgasm like that before, ever! It was lucky I didn't scream out loud really! I can just imagine your mum hearing me and coming in..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've kinda been thinking of doing stuff like that with you, and it was like a hundred times better than I imagined it, but we really need to be more careful. I think we like dodged a bullet there."
Amy got up, and switched the light on. She quickly pulled her pants down, held them open in front of her, and examined them for signs of wetness, but didn't find any. Dan was blown away by the fact that she just dropped her pants and stood in front of him in her diaper so easily. Of course he'd seen her like that before, but she did it with such nonchalance and ease. She was so much less self conscious than what he was. The inspection of her pyjamas and diaper only took a few seconds, and she then sat back down and drank deeply from her own bottle.
Clearing his throat, Dan ventured his thoughts. "Amy, what we just did, do we need to talk about it? I mean, it was a pretty big deal! We just did a fairly major thing just then!"
"What's to talk about Dan? I'm not sure you're right. I mean yes, it was a big deal, and I guess you could say we definitely took the next step, but really, why does it need discussion? I love you, you love me, and we gave each other an orgasm. We didn't get our rude bits out, or like touch them or anything, we just shared a very close and personal thing together, and for me at least, I'm happy that we did! What about you? Do you feel guilty or something? Are you embarrassed?"
"No no no. Not anything like that! I don't know why I was thinking like that. It's just like such a big step forward for us, I guess I thought, or was worried, or, shit! I dunno! I just wanted to make sure you were happy with it, that's all."
She kissed his cheek lightly, "Dan, believe me, I was VERY happy with it, trust me!"
They were silent for a moment, then Dan giggled. Amy joined in, and suddenly, the giggling got louder, and they couldn't stop. The giggling soon turned into laughter, and the more they laughed, the worse it got.
Sue could hear the laughter coming from down the hall, and smiled happily to herself, pleased the children seemed to be having such a good time. She had been a bit worried that Amy might get a bit homesick on her first night away from home, but that certainly didn't appear to be the case. In fact, if they kept laughing like that, there would probably need to be another diaper change for both of them at this rate! She was so happy that these two lonely kids had found someone else that they could have such fun with. She would have to tell Sonia about how cute they were together.
"So then Dan, have you really given up on staying dry now?"
He didn't have to speak, the way he started guzzling his water was answer enough.
They settled back to watch the movie again, but had lost all interest in it by then. Talking now seemed a much more interesting option.
"So tell me Dan, have you got any sort of fantasies or ideas about wetting yourself? Is there anything in particular that you'd like to do, or anywhere that you wish you could?"
He laughed softly, "Yeah. There is actually." He cleared his throat, and grinned at her. "The beach."
She had to laugh. "You sly bastard! That's why you're so eager to go! All you had to do was say something you know. I could've been talked into it right away then!"
"Wait, there's more," he said, holding his hand up. "Also the movies."
She shrieked with laughter. "You've been putting a lot of thought into this, haven't you mate?"
He felt a touch sheepish that his supposedly well thought out plan was now exposed, but at the same time it was nice to let Amy know exactly what he had been planning.
"You got me pretty one. But what about you? Any secret desires?"
"Not anymore! We pretty much covered mine last weekend! All I ever wanted to do, was freely and openly wear a nappy around other kids, and happily use it. The same as wetting my pants. I waited so long to just be able to wet my pants without being judged or made fun of, and to be with another kid doing the same thing. Let me tell you mate, it was unbelievable for me. Better than what I'd ever dreamed of!"
"What about other places though? Any wish list ideas about doing it anywhere different?"
Amys smile weakened a bit, and she sighed. "Not really Danny. As it is, I've spent eight years just wetting myself everyday and everywhere. It loses the excitement after awhile. You name it. I wet at school everyday, at friends and families houses, shopping, movies, the zoo, everywhere. If anything, I get totally bloody sick of it to tell you the truth."
Amy took a big drink of water, and seemed to be considering something, then she spoke again.
"You know, the one big difference is, 99% of those accidents have been in diapers. Now I think about it, it probably would be pretty cool to just go in my pants in public, but only if you were there, and I could do it without anybody else knowing about it. Maybe at an outdoor concert at nighttime or something, and I had a dress on, yeah, I guess that would be kinda fun."
Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Tomorrow Danny! At the beach! I can wear my skirt, and maybe I can go without my nappy after I get there! I'll wear my bikini under my skirt! That would be fun!"
Dan was nodding vigorously, beaming with pleasure at the thought. "You know what else we could do Ames? We could go to Adventure World!"
"I've been hearing about Adventure World ever since I came to Perth Dan. What is it exactly? It's a theme park or something, isn't it?"
Dan was excited. "That's right Ames. It's like a theme park, with a roller coaster and great rides and stuff, and it's got a lotta water rides, slides and stuff. Basically everybody who goes there gets all wet, and runs around in wet clothes or wet bathers all day! It'd be perfect!"
"Now THAT sounds like a great idea Dan! That would be like totally awesome to spend a day running around in already wet clothes in public! We gotta do that!"
"Deal!" Said Dan. "Maybe next weekend? It's a bit expensive, but I reckon I can get mum to throw me a couple of bucks. My dads back next week as well. He's always a soft touch when he's home!"
They continued chatting happily for a while, discussing different things they could do. The sound of Sues voice made them jump. "Goodnight guys. I'm going to bed. Don't stay up all night, alright?"
"We won't mum. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mrs....Sue I mean."
Sue headed upstairs, smiling to herself at what she had just seen. Amy had her little feet on her sons knees, and he had his hands on her ankles, and again, his diaper had been poking out. They looked so damn cute together!
The kids kept talking until well after 1am. When Dan yawned, and set Amy off yawning as well, they decided it was time for bed.
"So Dan, are ya going to the toilet or not?" Amy asked.
"Honestly Amy, I can't be bothered now. I think I'll just use my nappy. It's all kinda sticky now anyway."
Amy stood up, and took his hand, dragging him to his feet as well.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, and grabbed him firmly on his diapered butt, and pushed herself tightly against him, motioning for him to do the same. She didn't have to try to hard to persuade him. He reached around behind her, and took a firm grip on her backside, enjoying the squishiness of her already wet nappy.
They kissed, slowly at first, and then harder. Their grips on each other's butts tightened, and then, by unspoken agreement, they let go of their bladders while they kissed, and wet themselves. The feelings of relieving the pressure, combined with the expanding sensation of heat, and the passion of their kisses was surreal.
They both shuddered slightly as their bladders finished draining, and they smiled at each other, feeling utterly at ease.
"C'mon Dan, let's get changed," she said, and they went upstairs.
Dan was first into the bathroom, where he disposed of his soaked and sticky nappy, and gave himself a good wash, applying talc and cream after. He swapped with Amy, and while she was changing, he quickly taped himself up again. She emerged from the bathroom freshly changed, and they snuck past Sues room again, and headed down the stairs.
Dan waited for Amy to get into her bed and start cuddling her beloved bear, then he turned off the lights and climbed into his own.
Within minutes, both kids were fast asleep, and no doubt dreaming of tomorrow's adventures. |
Chapter 21:
Dan was dreaming of looking for a toilet. He was wearing his night nappy, and nothing else. His mother, father, Amy, and Scott, were all watching him. They were in the school playground of his old primary school, and he needed to pee. He knew exactly where the boys room was, only around that corner, and along the path.
But every time he started to walk off, somebody would stop him. They all said versions of the same thing.
Sue: "Don't worry about trying to hold on Dan, you're wearing your big diaper!
Peter: It's okay mate. I know you can't help wetting the bed. I still love you!
Scott: I know you wet the bed too, Dan. Just do it, I won't judge you!
Amy: I'm already wet Dan. Just go in your nappy, like I did!
He jerked awake instantly. There was no gradual progression from sleep to awareness, just a sudden consciousness.
His first movement was to reach beneath his backside and rub his sheets, his second was to rub his pyjamas. Finding no trace of wetness, his third action was to slip his hand inside pyjamas, then his leg guard, and check his nappy.
He was dry. He was busting for a pee, and on the verge of wetting himself, but he was still dry.
Getting off an air mattress isn't the easiest thing to do in a hurry, but he managed it within seconds. Even though he couldn't get a firm grip on his actual penis through the thick padding of his still dry diaper, he clamped his hand tightly onto the crotch of his Spider-Man pyjamas as he stood up.
Still holding himself as tightly as he could, he hurried down the passage as quickly as possible, while trying to keep his legs together, resulting in a duck like waddle.
He paused for only the briefest of moments at the foot of the stairs, considering making the climb to his own bathroom. He knew deep down that he'd wet himself before he made it to the top, he hurried past, and into the downstairs toilet instead.
He slammed the door shut behind him, then yanked his pants down, and felt his penis twitch violently as he did so. He didn't even attempt to carefully undo the tapes, just ripping them open as quickly as possible.
He managed to lift the lid, and point down, about half a second before his stream hit the water in the bowl, and his nappy hit the inside of the pants that were pooled around his stockinged ankles.
By the time he'd finished, his legs felt shaky, and he turned around and sat down. Pulling his damaged diaper from his pants, he ran his hand through the middle of it.
Dry.
It had been close, but he'd managed to keep his diaper dry, and that made it three out of the last four nights, a definite improvement. He relaxed his muscles a bit, and another small stream trickled out of him. Now satisfied that he was as empty as he could possibly be, he regained his feet, pulled his pants up, and flushed.
After he left the toilet, he went up to his room, where he stashed the damaged nappy with the other two he had put in his bottom drawer. Even though his mother had told him he could dispose of them, he still thought that he might be able to somehow use them one day.
His bedside clock was telling him it was 7:52am, and he could easily go back to bed, and catch up on some sleep after his late night. He contemplated putting on another nappy, but knew it wasn't worth the effort. After having his big morning pee only minutes ago, he was unlikely to need to go again in the immediate future. However, because he was planning on sleeping for a bit longer, he knew that some protection was probably a good idea. Making a decision, he pulled his pyjama pants off, and stepped into one of his Goodnights, a "kiddie" pull up.
Marvelling at how light and thin it felt now, after a week in adult diapers, he washed his hands, and padded back to the theatre room, and went back to bed. He did glance at Amys bed, but she was almost invisible, curled up under her blankets, with teddy laying forgotten on the floor beside her bed
The next thing he knew, his mother had switched the light on, and was telling them it was 10 o'clock, and time to wake up.
It didn't take him long to fully awaken, probably because of his toilet excursion only a couple of hours earlier. Amy, on the other hand, was a lot slower to regain her senses, stretching and yawning a few times before finally opening her eyes fully.
When she did open her eyes, the first thing she saw was Dan, in his Spider-Man PJ's, sitting up and smiling at her. The sight bought an immediate smile to her face.
"Morning Dan, morning Sue," she yawned.
"Time to get up kids. You're not staying in bed all day! I'm making a pot of tea, and if you don't want to make your own breakfast, you'll get up right away. See you in the kitchen!"
Amy stretched again, her covered feet sticking out from under the blankets. She stuck her hands under the sheets, and Dan knew from his own experiences, that she was trying to surreptitiously check herself for leaks. It appeared that she hadn't found any, as she let her bum slump down heavily, and pulled her hands back out, looking relieved as she did so.
"How are ya this morning, Catholic boy?"
"I'm real good Ames. I woke up dry again!"
Amy looked to be genuinely happy for him. "Aw mate! Well done! That's great news." She gave a smile chuckle. "You've done better than me at least."
Dan looked concerned. "You okay Ames? Ya haven't leaked or anything have you?"
"No Dan. Doesn't feel like it. But I'm pretty wet. I don't need to go either, so I must've peed not long ago. I'll need a shower, but I'll wait till after breakfast."
The kids went to the kitchen, where Sue was making toast. They took their breakfast to the dining table, and sat down. Amy nudged Dan under the table with her foot, and smiled in an exaggerated fashion as she wriggled her bum around on the chair, obviously relishing the feeling of her warm and sqishy morning diaper sliding around beneath her. He snorted his tea through his nose, as a fit of giggles threatened to overtake him, but he managed to regain his composure without his mum noticing.
As they finished eating, Sue went to the laundry, and returned with a basket full of boys clothes.
"Danny, be a dear and take your laundry upstairs and put it away please?"
Talking with his mouth full, he murmured,"Sure mum. Thank you," before finishing his breakfast.
After rinsing their plates, Dan fetched Amy a towel, and they headed upstairs. Dan could clearly see the outline of Amys saggy diaper as she walked up the stairs in front of him. She held his door open, as his hands were full with the washing basket, but she grabbed something white off the top as he walked past.
"What's this Danny boy?" She was holding up something that vaguely resembled a woman's one piece swimsuit, but made of white cotton, and with the crotch strap hanging down, with two silver metal press studs visible on it.
Dan was blushing. "Ah shit Amy. That's one of my onesies. I've told you about them before. I wear em to school just to make sure my Goodnight doesn't show."
"Oh right! So that's what you were talking about! I didn't really understand what you meant. To me, a onesie is a one piece footed pyjamas type of thing. This is like a baby style thing. In New Zealand, we'd call it a romper suit or something." She grinned at him. "Can I see you wear it?"
Once again, she had shocked him. Even though he was getting used to her surprises, she still kept him on his toes with her sudden ideas and comments.
"Jesus Ames! Why the hell would you want me to wear this?"
"Well mate, for a start, I think that this is just the type of thing that Little Dan would wear, and look extremely cute in...."
Accepting already that he would give in and wear it, even if the only reason was that his girlfriend wanted him too, he could only sigh and smile, shaking his head in a beaten gesture. "Well, since you put it like that, Little Dan would do as he was told, I guess. But not now, not with mum here. But I will do it one day. Promise."
Amy looked a bit disappointed, but just kissed him lightly on the cheek, then stepped into the bathroom.
He dumped the basket, and went back downstairs, before his mother had a chance to start worrying about what they might be getting up to. But to his surprise, his mother was in the process of picking up her bag and keys, and heading towards the door.
"Going to the shop Danny. Want anything? I'm going to get petrol as well, so I'll be gone for a little while. You two behave yourselves, got it?"
"Sure mum. Cause we will, and no, I don't want anything," he paused, "except, could I like perhaps get a small loan, or an advance on my next allowance?"
"Why, pray tell? I only gave you your money on Thursday. Surely even you couldn't have spent it all already?"
"No mum. I've hardly touched it. But me and Amy wanna go to the beach today, and the movies tonight. And we'll probably buy our dinner there as well. That's if it's okay with you of course." he added hastily.
Dan was a good kid when it came to handling his money, and it wasn't often that he asked for more. Because of this, Sue agreed. She wanted him to have fun on his little date.
"I'll drop you guys at the beach later if you like. After lunch perhaps?"
"Thanks mum. But you don't hafta. We're gonna catch the bus, and we'll probably leave soon. But a lift to the movies later would be cool though!"
"Of course I'll take you there mate. I'm not having you guys catch a train or bus late at night. There's too many nut jobs out there."
As soon as she was out the door, Dan ran back upstairs as fast as he could. He could hear the shower still running, so he knew that he had time. He stripped his pyjamas and socks off, and threw them on the floor in the other side of the bed. Now naked, apart from his Goodnight, he dressed himself in his onesie and dressing gown, then relaxed on his bed.
The shower was turned off soon after, but it took another few minutes for Amy to emerge, still in her footie PJ's, but with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She jumped slightly when she saw him there, obvious expecting the room to be empty.
"Danny! What're you doi..." Her voice tapered off as she watched him stand up. Without speaking, he stood in front of her, undid his dressing gown belt, and let it fall to the floor.
Danny was standing in front of her, dressed only in his white, snap crotch onesie, with his Goodnight slightly sticking out of the leg holes. It wasn't really tight as such, but quite form fitting. It clung firmly to his upper body, accentuating his little tummy roll, and outlining the pull up her wore beneath it. If you ignored his face, with his hairless legs and diaper sticking out of it, he could've looked like a toddler standing there, from the neck down at least.
"Little Danny!" She squealed excitedly. "I missed you! That looks so cool! Wait. Stand still. I want to check this out."
Dan just smiled, and stood his ground while Amy approached him. She completed a circle around him, then reached out and placed a hand on his chest, gently running it over the soft fabric. Her hand brushed across his nipples, and he felt them go hard, pressing against the cloth. Her hands rubbed down his sides, then drew circles on his slightly chubby stomach. They found their way behind him, and gently squeezed his bottom, before returning once again to his tummy.
Dan was determined not to move. He was going to stand there, as still as a statue, not speaking, just letting her explore.
Her hands found his bare thighs, and gently ran over the leg bands of the cloth, as well as the Goodnight that was poking out. She made eye contact with him, and smiled. He was looking into her eyes, when he suddenly felt the palm of her hand come to rest flat on his crotch.
He started sweating slightly, and swallowed deeply, but he still didn't speak or pull away. She gently applied a minimal pressure, and softly ran her hand backwards and forwards against his groin, and could feel his boyhood stiffen instantly, straining against the pull up he wore.
On the third pass, her hand went deeper between his spread legs, where it suddenly gripped the back of his crotch flap, and pulled down gently but firmly. There was two soft popping sounds as the press studs gave way, and the flap fell forward.
Her hand found the front of his pull up, and massaged the pulsating front of it. He was starting to tremble a bit, and thought that he was going to ejaculate in his nappy for the third time within the last twelve hours or so.
But she didn't push him that far this time. She merely smiled at him, and stepped back, declaring "I think your still dry, Little Danny, at least for now. Wearing that onesie definitely makes it a lot easier to check your diaper, doesn't it? Now scoot off and have a shower. Little Dan and Amy have a big day at the beach planned, and I need to get dressed."
Edited June 10, 2016 by Barry
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Chapter 22:
Dan peeled his Goodnight off, and his member was still standing at attention. It remained upright while he showered, and he considered taking himself by hand, but in the end, he chose to ignore it until it went down by itself.
When he had dried himself off, he pulled his pants on, not knowing if Amy was still in his room or not. She wasn't, and her bag was gone, so he figured she must be downstairs. He was a bit hesitant as to choosing what to wear. They we're going to the beach, and they were no doubt going to play some wetting games, but he wondered exactly what Amy had in mind. He hadn't given it much thought at all, apart from his ideas of watching Amy wet herself on the beach. But now, she was going to wear a dress or something, and they were going to play as little kids, so he didnt know if he should wear clothing somehow specific to her ideas. He decided to ask her first. Stopping briefly to put his dressing gown on over his bare torso, he went downstairs to find her.
It wasn't hard. She was in the downstairs bathroom, music blasting from her phone, applying makeup in front of the mirror.
The girl hadn't wasted any time. She was wearing a mid thigh length black cotton skirt, and a grey "21 Pilots" t shirt. Her blonde hair hung straight but untied around her shoulders, and had randomly placed purple streaks in it. Her nose stud had been replaced with a silver ring, and she was applying eyeliner.
She was again becoming the semi goth princess that he had met for the first time a week ago today. Gone was vulnerable "little" Amy. Standing in front of him was a strong, tough, independent young woman.
Even though he knew that this was a bit of a facade, and the real Amy was tough, but still vulnerable, the attraction he had felt upon his first sighting of her last week, hadn't waned in the slightest. If anything, knowing that in fact she wasn't as confident as her punk demeanour hinted at, only made her so much more real and genuine to him. He understood that she wanted to appear tough and confident to the outside world, to mask the self doubt that she battled with every day.
He loved her all the more strongly because of this. Perhaps because he could relate to it.
"Wow Ames. You're beautiful. Really, really pretty. You know that?"
She beamed with pleasure at his compliment.
He continued. "If you remember, this is like how you looked when we met for the first time at the hospital last week. I think I already told you, but at the time, I couldn't believe that such a hot girl would ever talk to me." He stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around her stomach, and hugged her tightly, "and I still can't."
It looked like she had tears in her eyes when she spun to face him, wrapping her own arms around his neck, and drawing his head towards hers.
"Don't sell yourself short, Catholic boy. You're pretty fine yourself!"
They shared a kiss. It wasn't a big, passionate one, just a gentle sharing of mutual affection. Once it was over, they parted, and Dan stepped back.
"Soooo," he started, just for the sake of breaking the silence, "what are we doing, and what are we wearing?"
He almost shivered when he saw her grin.
"Put ya hands up over your eyes, Danny boy, I'll show you my full outfit!"
Grinning somewhat foolishly, he did as he was told. He heard the rustling of clothing, then she told him it was safe to look.
He opened his eyes, and was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend standing in front of him, hands on hips. She was clad in a black lycra bikini top, which accentuated her already large breasts, and a Molicare pull up diaper. He felt his jaw drop open slightly.
She gave him "that" grin again, and asked, "Danny, wanna see what's under my diaper?"
Before he could answer, she grabbed the waistband, and suddenly pulled it down.
Dan audibly gasped. But soon exhaled when he regained his composure.
Amy was wearing a small pair of black lycra bikini briefs underneath.
She didn't acknowledge the trick that she'd played on him, but instead just kept talking, as if she hadn't nearly given her boyfriend a coronary seizure.
"As you can see, I'm wearing my bikini. It's perfect actually. I know that it's almost impossible to tell when my pants are wet. But I'm gonna wear a pull up over it, and my skirt that you just saw. You?"
"Dunno Ames. That's what I wanted to ask you. Any thoughts?"
"If I was you, I'd wear something dark. What're you gonna wear for protection?"
"Well, I'd already thought of my black boardies, and I might wear my speedos for undies, but I was thinking I might just wear a Goodnight until we get there. I mean, I'm only wearing in case I have an accident in the meantime, once we get there, having an accident is kinda the whole idea. A Goodnight won't be noticeable under my shorts either, and I won't be wasting a expensive nappy."
Amy squealed when she heard this. "Oh Danny! That's perfect! I wanna wear one too! Have you got a spare one?"
He laughed. "Cause I have! Mum got me two packets last week, and I've hardly touched them. I can still wear the one I put on earlier, it's still dry, and I'll take some for us to change into. But will a Goodnight be enough for you?"
"Hell yeah Dan! We're only a 15 minute ride from the beach. And as you said, once we get there, it won't matter."
Amy started to fold her diaper back up, then put it in her bag, then pulled her skirt back up.
"Quick question Dan. Ever worn a diaper OVER your underpants before?"
He laughed at that. "No! Why the hell would I? What's the point?"
"The point is Dan. It's fun. For no reason, just because. It feels all different if you have your underwear on when you wet. It sorta keeps you feeling wet a lot more. I mean your diaper usually draws the wetness away, and you don't always feel it as much, but if you have your knickers on, you can always feel how wet you are."
Her eyes suddenly lit up. "I know what we'll do! You're gonna wear your speedos under your shorts, are you?"
Not knowing where the conversation was going, all Dan could do was nod.
"Before we go, we're gonna wet our bathers first, THEN put our pull ups on! It'll be awesome! We'll feel like we've wet ourselves, because basically we have, but we'll have our pull ups on, so we won't show any wet spots or anything on our clothes! You'll see. It feels really naughty to have wet knickers on in public!"
"How do you know all this Ames? How did you ever come to wear a nappy over your panties in the first place?"
"Easy Dan. When I started have swimming lessons after my accident, when I was about eight or so, I used to wear a pull up under my dress to my lessons, and I'd get changed into my swimsuit at the gym. But after my lesson, I'd usually just towel myself off in my one piece, and get as dry as I could. I wouldn't shower at the gym, but wait until I got home instead. But I'd wear a pull up over my damp bathing suit until I got back home, just in case, and I'd put my dress or skirt back on. And we didn't always go straight home. Sometimes, mummy and me would stop for a bite to eat, or to do shopping. By that stage, my bathers would be dry, at least most of them would be, but I'd often do a pre-emptive strike if I needed to, or even sometimes I'd have an accident. Or, I might get home, and not have a shower straight away. So I've worn a nappy over my wet bathers heaps of times! You gotta try it!"
Again, he found himself agreeing without argument. The truth was, he didn't want to argue. It did indeed sound like fun, and he told her so.
He waited for her, and she applied some dark red lipstick, then tied her hair back in a simple ponytail. She packed her stuff into her bag, and they went back to Dans room together. He rummaged in his wardrobe for a moment, and reappeared with six Goodnights.
"These are cute Danny. Love the car pictures! Mine used to have butterflies and girlie stuff on them. I remember having teddy bear ones when I was little, they looked just like my teddy," she added wistfully.
She examined the boy fashioned pull up, then stepped into it, and pulled it up under her skirt.
Dan picked his previously worn one off the floor, then found his speedos, followed by his board shorts and top. As he opened the bathroom door, Amy indicated him to stop.
"Danny, before your mum gets back, could you do me a favour?"
Warily, he responded, "Yeeeaahh, what exactly?"
"Well, I'd kinda like to see you in your speedos. I promise I won't touch, but I'd like to see my guy in his little swimming pants?"
Flustered yet again, he didn't answer, just quickly stepped into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind him. He had to pause and ask his reflection, "Danny mate, what the fuck are you doing?"
Sighing, he quickly took his gown and pants off, then pulled his speedo briefs on. They were dark green, with gold trim on the short sides. Australian Swimming Team colours. He tied the waist cord up, glanced again at his reflection, and shook his head at himself in a gesture of defeat.
Then he opened the door.
Last week, Amy had seen him bare chested, she had seen him diapered, and she had seen him wearing a little swim diaper. But when he'd been bare chested, he'd had pants on, and when he'd been diapered, he'd had a shirt on.
This was as close to being naked that anyone had seen him for at least a couple of years, his mother included.
The door swung open, and Amy was looking up at the sound of it.
He stood there, his fairly tight swimming trunks leaving nothing to the imagination. He swung himself around in a slow circle, then closed the door again without speaking.
Amy was temporarily stunned. She had now seen Dan in the most vulnerable attire possible, short of wearing just a diaper, and thought he was just incredibly cute.
If she was to tell the complete truth, she was a bit surprised that he looked so "small" in his little bathers, particularly after touching him a few times through his nappy. He'd felt quite large. But he certainly looked a lot smaller when she'd seen him.
Off course, she'd never say that to him, knowing it was something that you never said to a boy. She guessed, (correctly,) that he had probably been a lot more aroused when she'd touched him previously, and was probably a lot more shy and nervous when he'd paraded himself in front of her.
She was shaken from her thoughts by the sound of the door opening again.
This time, Dan appeared to be wearing just a Goodnight, although she knew that he still had his speedos on, as she could see them showing through the thinner elastic on the side panels. Again, he didn't speak, but just did a slow turn, showing off his pull up, front and back.
The door closed, then reopened again less than a minute later. This time, he was fully dressed, or at least as fully dressed as you would expect for a beach trip. He was wearing a white Chicago Bulls singlet, and loose fitting black board shorts.
He was also blushing furiously.
She just smiled sweetly at him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek to let him know how much she had appreciated it.
They loaded Amys big denim bag right up. Towels, sunscreen, two bottles of water, the four spare pull ups, wet wipes, and hand sanitizer. For insurance, a pair of shorts and panties was added. She made sure her cigarettes were safely hidden in the bottom, next to her pacifier, and added a bag of chips, as well as peanuts.
Dan loaded his own backpack with a change of pants and underwear, and added a tennis ball and frisbee as well.
By 12pm, when Sue got back, they were nearly ready, and started to say their goodbyes to her. Sue had again been surprised by Amys appearance. Once again, she looked older than her true age, and much older than the little girl in the footie pyjamas and the teddy bear who she had been speaking with only a couple of hours ago.
"Danny, before we go, we should go to the toilet first I reckon. I'm gonna go down here. You go to your bathroom, and I'll be ready in a minute,"
Smiling to himself, Dan put phase one of their plan into action.
Safely inside his bathroom, he removed his shorts and Goodnight. Sitting on the toilet seat, he released his bladder, and was a bit surprised by the amount of pee that flooded through his speedos, completely soaking them from the waist to well into the crotch.
He had peed in the shower only an hour ago, and hadn't been aware of just how much he had been holding. Yes, he had been able to feel a slight need, but he had been surprised by the volume he'd produced.
Dan wiped the excess drops off with a damp floor towel, then pulled his Goodnight and shorts back up over his wet speedos.
Meanwhile, in the downstairs toilet, Amy was mimicking his actions. She was sitting on the toilet, and peeing freely through her black bikini briefs.
The biggest difference was, that her pants and pull up appeared to be a little bit wet already, and she hadn't noticed until she had run her hand through the Goodnight to check it. She had obviously had at least one, and possibly more leaks, that she hadn't even been aware of. But she really didn't care, and mirrored his behaviour, by blotting herself as dry as she could with toilet paper, then pulling her slightly damp pull up back on under her skirt.
After saying goodbye to Sue, they gathered their bags, put their flip flops on, and headed for the bus stop.
"See Danny! Told ya that wet knickers felt good, didn't I?"
Dan had to agree.
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Chapter 23:
They sat beside each other at the bus stop. Amy immediately pulled a big bottle of water from her bag, drank deeply, then passed it to Dan.
"See what I mean about having wet knickers under your diaper, Dan? Feels pretty awesome, doesn't it?"
"Feels kind of weird Ames. I feel like I've pissed my pants, and I keep going to feel them, but they're dry! But I see what you mean though. It's just like I told you before, I do kinda like the feeling of being wet but nobody else knowing."
Tilting the bottle back, he took some big gulps of water again, draining nearly half the bottle, then he returned it to Amy.
"Drink up Amy. I'd kinda like it if we could be wanting to pee when we get there."
Agreeing with this fine idea, Amy drank deeply as well. There was less than a third left of the 1.5 litre bottle, and she put it away. "I might buy some ice tea when we get there Dan," she said.
"Sounds good baby. Just don't get anything that'll make your tummy play up, alright?"
"Trust me mate. I won't! I've gotta tell you, I'm sorta excited about this, and I don't just mean the wetting part either. Like I told you, I just don't go to the beach very often. I've been in Perth for four months now, and there's beaches everywhere, but I haven't gone for a swim at one yet! Mum and I have gone for a walk at a few, but I've never bothered swimming."
"Why not Ames? Seems a bit silly to go to the beach and not swim!"
"It's just not practical Danny. I won't go with any of the few friends that I've got, because of my diapers. It's one thing for them to know that I wear them, but another thing to have to take one off or put one on in public. I've thought about doing what we're doing of course, and using the toilet block, but my friends just wear their bathers to the beach, and change there. It just draws attention to myself if I'm the one who needs to change."
"Even if I did, then I'd be kinda paranoid that my friends are gonna all be watching me, waiting for me to wet myself in front of them, and of course I would eventually."
"I could've had a swim when I've gone with mum before, but she's shit scared of sharks, and just refuses to go in the ocean, and I'm too old to have my mother take me to the beach and sit in the sand watching me swim by myself. That's kinda embarrassing."
Dan saw her point, and agreed with her. "But no such worries today Ames. I'm looking forward to seeing you pee on the beach!"
"Me too Dan. Same goes for you as well. Are we gonna play as kids today? Like Little Dan did last week?"
"That's what I'm hoping for Ames. I kinda thought we might pretend to be little kids for a while. How old should we be?"
"Old enough to not be babies, but young enough to do a wee in our pants and not care! Maybe seven or eight?"
"Sounds good to me! We'll be little kids playing on the beach, and allowed to pee in our pants then!"
He grabbed for the water bottle again, and took another drink. "You know something else? Another thing I like about going to the beach, is watching other people, and wondering if they wet themselves in the water. I mean that I'm pretty sure that most people do of course. The toilet blocks are way back up on the foreshore, and there's always lots of families with kids there, and not many people walk all the way back up to the toilets, unless they need to do a poo of course. Even the grown ups. They can't just walk away and leave the kids, so they must pee in the water as well."
Amy was intrigued by this. "I never really thought about that Dan. I bet you're right. Have you ever seen anyone wet themselves at the beach?"
"Apart from myself in front of my class you mean?" He had a wry smile on his face, but the memories of his most embarrassing accident ever obviously had left a scar.
"Oh Danny! I'm sorry sweetie. I didn't mean to make you feel bad!"
He shook his head, and tried to laugh it off. "Nah. Don't be silly Amy. It's cool. It just still makes me cringe a bit, that's all. But yeah, I've seen stuff lots of times. Kids being told to go in the water too pee. Grown ups just getting up and walking into the water, standing waist deep for a minute or two, then getting back out and sitting down again. I've seen people, not only little kids mind you, but teenagers and adults as well, with suspicious wet spots on their pants too. But I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually piss themselves though." He grinned at her. "I've got a feeling that I might today though!"
They shared a good laugh at that, and were still chuckling when the bus appeared, pulling up when Dan stuck his arm out.
Showing their students passes, they boarded the bus, which was only about a third full, and took their seats in the back row.
Amy pointed out the lack of people on the bus, expressing her surprise that it wasn't packed.
Dan laughed. "It's not a real hot day Amy, I'm not surprised."
"Whaddya mean? It's gotta be at least 24 degrees today?"
He actually laughed out loud at that. "This is cold for Perth baby. Remember only a couple of months back? We had 40 degrees or more for like a week in a row or something! West Aussies like it to be over 30 to go to the beach! It doesn't bother me all that much though. As long as the suns shining, it's usually warm enough. I don't think it'll like be packed or anything though. We'll have to go next summer. It'll be hard to move there then."
Dan paused, seeming to contemplate something. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket, and got on the Internet.
"Whatcha doing?" Amy asked inquisitively.
"Remember we talked about Adventure World?" She nodded. "Well I just had a thought. They close in Autumn. I wanna see how much longer they're gonna be open for. Here we go....Shit! See? Next weekend is the last one! Then they close until September! If we're gonna go, it'll have to be next week!"
They started talking about it, and Dan was excitedly telling her about all the cool rides and stuff. The bus gave a jolt from the front first, then the back lifted up as they went over a speed bump, probably a bit quicker than advisable.
Amys hand grabbed Dans knee. She winced slightly, then leaned in his direction, and whispered in his ear.
"Danny. I just wet myself. I wasn't expecting that big bump. It wasn't just a small leak either. I actually did a wee!"
Dan was seated in the aisle seat, and she was beside him, with the backrest of the empty seat in front of her giving her some privacy from anybody looking in their direction.
Moving slowly and discreetly, she raised he backside up, and pulled her skirt out from underneath her, so she was no longer sitting on it. She placed her diapered butt and bare thighs gently back down on the upholstery.
"Just in case" she whispered.
A few minutes passed, when again she leaned over. "How much longer Danny?"
"Not long now Ames. Only a couple more stops. You okay?"
"No. Not really. That waters going straight through me. I'm not gonna make it. I'm gonna have to do a pre-emptive strike. I just can't hold it!"
She reached around behind her, and made sure her skirt was well out of the way. Then, she took hold of Danny's hand with her left, and without thinking about it, she put her right thumb in her mouth, not fully, but just enough to gently gnaw at her thumbnail. Dan had already noticed how her right thumbnail was a lot shorter than her other nails.
His dick was hard again, trying to stand up, but held in place by the padding of his pull up. He didn't mention this of course, but smiled encouragingly at her. She managed to return his smile without removing her thumb, then her grip on his hand tightened. She only had small hands, but her grip was strong.
She maintained the pressure for what seemed a long time, and Dan could see their stop approaching, but he couldn't ring the bell while his girlfriend was holding his hand while wetting her pants.
Eventually she shuddered, and her grip loosened. Dan was able to press the button on time, and the bus slowed down as it pulled in.
He stood up, and stepped into the aisle to let his girlfriend stand as well. She grabbed her bag, and stood up quickly, letting the back of her skirt fall back down in the process. They looked at her seat, which was covered in a black fabric with a wild pattern of abstract bright colours in it.
Even though it was black, they could see a large, visible wet patch on it, the size of a small plate.
As she stood, a couple of drops fell from beneath her skirt, and landed on the floor of the bus. She could feel a little tickling sensation on her inside thigh as they walked towards the rear doors of the bus. As luck would have it, they were the only people at the back, so they didn't have to walk past anyone else.
They got off at the foreshore, with a large grass area in front of them. There was barbecues, toilet blocks, multiple playgrounds, outdoor showers, picnic benches, pergolas and trees. The other side of the busy road was full of coffee shops, cafes, ice cream parlours, amongst other similar establishments.
Amy was paying little attention to any of it. All she could concentrate was the two pee trails snaking down her legs, by now past the hem of her skirt, and tickling her knees.
Grabbing Dans hand, she quickly stepped off the concrete footpath, leaving behind only a solitary incriminating drop to indicate the drama that had unfolded beneath her skirt. Once safely on the grass, she stood under a large tree, looked at Dan, and could see how excited he looked.
"Just hold on a second mate. Now I'm up, I think there's more to come," she drew in a deep breath, "yeah, just wait a moment. I haven't finished yet."
Seconds later, a bigger trickle emerged, and ran all the way to her foot.
She smiled at him. "Guess what? Little Amys at the beach for the first time, and I think she's just wet her pants!" |
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Amy rubbed her legs together, thinning the pee trails right out. She reached into her bag, and pulled out a couple of wet wipes. She gave a quick glance around to make sure nobody was paying any attention to them, then she bent forward and gave her legs a quick wipe with them, then wiping her hands before depositing the used rags in a nearby bin. The whole wiping process was over in seconds, but Dan still glanced around nervously, feeling like the eyes of the world were on them.
"So watcha want to do, pretty girl? Wanna get changed first? I wouldn't mind getting something to eat, and you wanted tea?"
"You're right on all counts Danny. First of all, I need to get this stupid kiddies pull up off. Honestly, I don't know how you can trust them! I just couldn't wear one of these to school!"
Dan laughed. "I know what you mean. It's why I keep considering switching to the Molicares full time. But you gotta remember. I make a much bigger effort to go to the loo all the time at school. I don't try holding on for to long, cause I know what'll happen. The teachers all know to let me go whenever I ask, and I go at every break, before school starts, and before I catch the bus, or go with mum.
The Goodnights are just to catch the little leaks or dribbles I sometimes have when I'm running around playing, or on my way to the toilet. They're perfect for that, and thin enough that no one can tell.
But I know that if I ever have a big accident, like you just did, well, then I'll be in trouble."
Considering his explanation, she had to accept it. "S'pose your right Dan. They're perfect for that. I'm just not used to leaking like that! I mean, didja see that poor bus seat? Oh my God, I feel so guilty about that!"
Dan was grinning, and she tried to ignore it, but it was hard.
"Fuck you Catholic boy! I do! I do feel guilty!"
Then she snorted through her nose as the laughter overtook her. That was enough to start Dan going, and they burst into fits of giggling.
"Oh bugger it! I'm going to change!" She stormed off to the nearest toilet block.
When she returned a few minutes later, Dan was in control of his giggles again. "Did you just take it off, or did you change it?" He enquired softly.
"I changed it mate. If we we're going straight onto the beach, I would've left it off, but I'm with you. I'm kinda hungry, and I just couldn't have sat down in that without getting my skirt all wet. You should see my bikini pants! They are soaked! They're wet from all the way on the back elastic, to nearly all the way up the front. It's really only the sides and very top of the front that's still dry! I hadta put another one on."
They bought some hot chips and ice tea at one of the shops, then returned to the foreshore picnic area to eat. Finding a picnic bench behind the playground, but set back from it and the adjoining barbecue area, that had lots of people cooking and kids running around, they sat down side by side to eat. Ripping open the paper wrapping, and opening the bottle of iced tea, they lapsed into a comfortable silence while they ate.
After a few minutes, Amy spoke first. "What about you Dan? You've been knocking the water back. Do you need to go yet?"
"Funnily enough, not yet. Thought I would by now, I must've drunk a litre of water already, but nothing yet. But I guarantee you, when I do get the feeling, it'll be like super urgent."
They ate and drank for a while, just making happy small talk. Then Amy nudged his leg with hers, interrupting him.
"Dan, look at that boy there. The one in the red shorts."
Dan looked towards the playground. There was a big fort with a slide, a climbing net, and a little flying fox. There appeared to be about eight kids, ranging in age from a toddler boy, to a girl of about ten, all running around barefoot in the sand, playing chases or something.
Standing slightly off to the side, was a little boy of about eight years of age. He was wearing a pair of bright red shorts, but nothing else. He had his hand clamped firmly in his crotch, and was keeping his legs pressed tightly together. He stood very still, except for his head, which was swivelling around nervously.
"That boy needs to pee," Amy observed.
They were too far away to see his facial expressions clearly, but his body language seemed to confirm it. He appeared to be frozen in place.
That didn't last long. He looked down at his pants, and a big wet patch suddenly appeared. Within seconds, his little feet were standing in a puddle.
The eldest kid, the ten year old girl, who was dressed in a pink one piece swimsuit, apparently noticed what had happened, just as the boy started to cry. She grabbed him by the shoulder, and led him towards the barbecue area, where the adults were eating and drinking. The boy waddled like a duck as he walked.
The girl spoke to a young woman there, who looked down at the little boy. Dan and Amy were too far away to hear any conversation, but the lady looked to send the girl quickly away, then comfort the boy in the wet shorts. He was given a drink and a sweet of some kind, then went running happily back to his friends in the playground.
Soon, he was running around in his wet pants, part of the game again, and not one of the other kids even seemed to notice, let alone say anything.
Amy started rolling up there empty chip wrappings. "Didja see that boy Dan? That'll be us when we get to the beach. You're Little Dan, I'm Little Amy, we're eight years old, and if we wet ourselves, it won't matter. Nobody will care."
"I'm looking forward to it Ames," he took a big drink of tea. "Are you ready to go yet?"
"Not yet Danny. I wouldn't mind a smoke first? Whaddya say?"
"What, right here? What if someone sees us?"
"Yeah! Why not? Nobody's watching us, and we won't be like super obvious about it or anything! I've never smoked in like a public place before. I've only ever done it at home, or in an empty playground. It's not like our mums are going to walk past or anything."
"Yeah. I suppose your right. It just feels like kinda really exposed here. But you're right. Nobody's paying any attention to us. Go on. Get 'em out."
Amy lit a smoke, and passed it to him, then lit another for herself. They sat there in silence, trying to look casual, but remain inconspicuous at the same time, and not draw attention to themselves.
Dan was halfway through, and starting to feel a lot more comfortable about what he was doing, when he noticed Amy smiling, and looking over his shoulder.
He jumped off his seat, and felt a shot of pee shoot into his pull up, when he was suddenly grabbed violently on his shoulders.
"Dan the Man! Miss Amy! How are you guys doing?"
Looking up in a panic, he was greeted by the site of a dark skinned youth standing beside them, and beaming broadly. His Indian friend, Ali, from school.
Before he could answer, Ali did a double take. "Shit! Are you guys smoking? Really?"
Amy didn't bat an eyelid. "Sure Ali" she offered him the packet, "like one?"
Ali looked around nervously, then grinning widely at her, his perfectly white teeth contrasting with his dark skin. "Shit yeah! If you can spare one." He sat on the opposite side of the wooden table, directly across from them. He lit a cigarette, coughed slightly, then appeared to relax a bit more, getting a feel for it.
"I didn't know you guys smoked! You're a quiet one, aren't ya Dan? You don't say much. First we find out you're dating the most beautiful girl in Perth, and now, we know you're really a bad boy under your sweet and innocent exterior. Full of surprises, you are."
Amy laughed at his exaggerated compliments, then took a deep drag on her cigarette. "Hi Ali! What're you doing here?"
"I'm on my lunch break. My uncle has a kebab shop up the road, and I help him out sometimes. With the other guys away for the weekend, I had nothing to do. So I called him, and he gave me some hours. It's a shit job, but it gives me some extra money. When you're only fourteen, you take what you get I suppose." He took a deep drag.
Dan pointed to his cigarette. "You've obviously done this before mate."
"Yeah. When me and Scott and Matthew stay at Matts place, we usually get to smoke there. There's no chance of smoking at my place though, I've got like five brothers and sisters, so we don't sleepover there often. No room or privacy. At Scott's place, we go for a walk or something."
"You do realise that you've never mentioned it either Ali? You never told me what you guys get up too."
"Well what do you expect man? You're the new kid! We don't just go telling everyone about what we do! We did invite you along, remember? You would of been fully initiated then! No secrets kept at all! Seriously Danny. You seem like a top bloke! You really should come to one of our sleepovers one weekend. You'll fit in fine, and you'll have a great time! We all like you. It'll be great!"
He slowed down as he started to think about it a bit more. "The only problem is Scott. I mean he likes you and all, but it's his little night time problem that I mentioned by mistake before. Because of that, he's really like shy about having others around. But I'm sure if he knew you weren't gonna hate on him or anything...."
Dan responded. "I get it pal. As I toldya before, Scott's night time stuff really doesn't bother me, but I can't really just bring it up in general conversation, can I? You and Matt need to talk to him first. Believe me, I'm happy to talk to him!"
Ali nodded, and put his smooth out, "Yeah, guess your right Dan. I'll talk to Matt first. We'd like you to come along ya know. We have heaps of fun!" He checked his phone. "Shit! My breaks up already. Can I steal a drink?" Without waiting for an answer, he helped himself to a big drink of their iced tea. "Gotta go guys. Have fun!"
"I like him," said Amy, "he seems like a nice kid."
"Yeah, he's great," Dan said, "except the bastard made me piss myself a bit when he grabbed me..."
Amys eyes shined with excitement. "Really Dan? Or are you just saying that?"
"No Amy. It's the truth. I jumped when he grabbed me, and I wet myself a bit. Now, I really need to go, and I don't know what to do."
"Whaddya mean Dan? We'll just go to the beach."
"You don't get it Ames. I like REALLY need to go now! I won't do a pre-emptive strike in case I leak like you did, I can't take my nappy off on the beach, and if I go to the toilets and take it off, I'll need to pee there because I probably won't be able to to hold on long enough to make it onto the sand."
"Don't panic Dan. Just go to the toilet and take it off. Maybe you can try to just do a little pee in there, then hold the rest. All you can do is try. If you have to go, then go. I don't want you to have a big embarrassing accident before we get there."
Dan agreed to try. They gathered their belongings, and walked past the playground on their way to the toilet. The little boy in the wet red shorts was again playing happily, without a care in the world.
Dan decided to try and hold on. He went into the toilet block, and was relieved to find an empty stall. The stall beside his was occupied, and he was very self conscious about the noise and movement he had to make. He also noticed that the gaps under the side walls was quite high, and he could see man sized feet in the stall next to him. This meant that his pull up would be visible to the stall next door when he took it off.
Deciding on a plan of action, he turned to face the door, then dropped his shorts around his ankles. He tried to rip the sides off his pull up as quietly as possible. He managed to rip them open, but before he could move, he felt himself leaking into his speedos. Not knowing what to do, he stood there, and pressed his ripped pull up firmly onto his crotch, and peed through his speedos for perhaps five seconds, before regaining control. He could feel how hot and heavy his Goodnight had gotten as he had held it against his underwear.
Only then did he sit down. Again he started leaking, this time the stream ran unfettered through his speedos, and trickled into the bowl. He had no choice but to keep peeing until he was convinced that he had stopped. Using the still dry back part of his nappy, he blotted and wiped as much urine out of the green lycra that he could.
Hoping that the sink area would be empty, he flushed the toilet, and pulled his black board shorts up over his sodden swimsuit, praying that he wouldn't leave a visible wet patch on them. He opened the door, and saw the room was indeed empty. He darted across to the rubbish bin where he disposed of his ruined and drenched nappy. Hearing the other toilet flush, he didn't bother washing his hands, hurrying straight outside as quickly as possible.
Amy was waiting outside, smoking another cigarette. "Took you long enough Catholic boy. I was starting to think you'd fallen in and drowned! I took my pull up of already. How about you?" She passed the cigarette to Dan, who took it gratefully with a shaking hand.
"I've got a problem Ames. It looks like Little Dan might've wet his underwear. A lot. My shorts are gonna get wet before we get to the beach.
"Not much we can do about it Dan. Maybe just try and hold your bag in front of you until we get there. Your pants are black, it probably won't show. Did you like totally empty, or did you hold some?"
"I'm still holding some. But I don't know how much. I don't have to go anymore at the moment though."
They finished the cigarette, and made their way towards the ramp that lead to the sand, Daniel letting Amy walk in front of him like a human shield, while he awkwardly carried his backpack in front of his crotch. It bumped against him with every step he took, and he could feel the wetness pressing against his genitals with every bump. He was painfully aware that every bump was probably making his shorts wetter and wetter.
They made their way to the beach, and found a spot directly in front of the ramp, but a fair way away. There wasn't a lot of people there, and their nearest neighbor was perhaps fifty meters away.
Letting out a big sigh of relief, Dan dropped his bag. He examined the front of his shorts, and found a softball sized wet patch to be visible on his pants, despite the black fabric.
Amy dropped her bag, unfolded a towel, and lay it flat. She pulled her t shirt over her head, undid her skirt, and stuffed them both into her bag.
The sight of her took Dans breath away. She looked like a young Goddess to him, standing in front of him in her little black bikini. Her pants were shiny, and he couldn't tell if they were wet or not. But she was an exceptionally beautiful young lady, and he couldn't believe that she was at the beach with him.
He put his hand on his wet spot, and said in a little boys tone of voice, "Little Amy, I think I did a wee in my pants."
She smiled at him, then put her thumb in her mouth. Almost instantly, a trickle started running down her legs, and running over her feet. "Oops!" She said, so did I." |
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Amy didn't pee for very long, in fact, only a second or two. But her lycra panties didn't restrict the wetness at all. Again, her legs were wet.
Dan was amazed. "Your pants don't even look wet! That's incredible. You must be soaked, but you don't look wet at all."
She laughed merrily, "Toldya! It's why I like wearing them! Even though mummy doesn't mind me wetting around the pool, it's nice to wear these and not be noticed. I've got a purple bikini as well, but that shows everything."
Dan was laying his towel out as she spoke, trying to keep his back turned to where the majority of other beach goers were. He was paranoid about the wet spot on his shorts. In truth, it wasn't very visible unless you were up fairly close to him, as it was hidden on the black cotton, but it certainly wasn't anywhere nearly as invisible as Amys bikinis wetness was.
"I'd like to see the purple one sometime Ames." He quickly sat on his towel.
"No doubt you will one day Danny, but not in public though!" She sat on her towel and swung her head around, taking it all in. "My God! I don't believe I'm dressed like this at a beach! I never ever leave the house without a nappy on, and just wearing panties feels so strange, even at home. I only ever wear just knickers or my bathers around the pool. I don't even like walking around inside without any protection on, just in case. I don't expect you'll understand, but not wearing any protection in my own backyard feels risky enough, even though I know it doesn't matter if I wet myself, but wearing just this in public, around other people! I feel naked!"
"Amy, you actually are nearly naked. Technically at least..."
She laughed. "I guess your right mate! But it's not that I'm like ashamed of my body at all, it's just being out without a diaper. It's so weird! I'd normally feel less shame being caught in the nude instead of wetting my pants in public. Being dressed like this feels kinda naughty somehow."
"Yeah, I get it. It must be kinda strange for you I guess." He reached into her bag and took the nearly empty bottle of water out, then drained it. Then, he bought the half empty bottle of iced tea out, drank deeply, and passed it to her.
"S'pose we're gonna have to be a little bit careful with this. I want us to drinking enough to have some fun, but we've still gotta catch the bus later. It could be awkward getting the bus seat wet again on the way home."
Amy blushed. "You're sooo right Dan. That was kinda horrible. But I couldn't hold it anymore. I thought doing a pre-emptive would stop any bad leaks later, but I forgot that these Goodnights don't cope as well as the Molicares. Also, I've never worn a boys pull up before. Oh hang on! I did last week, didn't I? I forgot about that! Anyway, these boys ones have the padding in a different place I think. More in the front, less where I need it. I could be wrong of course, it's been awhile since I had any of my own, but I'm sure I had more padding behind me in the girls ones. Or maybe it's just because I was a little girl then, and they felt thicker."
She paused for a drink, and drained the last of the tea. "Maybe I'll buy a pack of the girls ones and experiment. Hey! I know! You could try them too! You'd look cute in a pull up with butterflies on it!"
Dan just laughed, "Anything for you Ames. So, wanna go for a swim?"
"Not yet Dan. Let's give that last drink a chance to work its way through. I want to do another wetting first before I go in.
But from now on, we are officially in kids mode! You and I are eight years old, we're at the beach with a grown up, and we're allowed to pee in our pants if we have to go. Deal?" She stuck her hand out.
"Deal!" Said Dan, and shook it.
Trying to sound younger, Dan spoke first. "So whatcha wanna do Amy? Wanna play a game or sumfun?"
Matching his attempt at becoming a little kid, Amy clapped her hands excitedly. "I know! I know!" She squealed, "Let's dig a big hole!"
Little Dan and Amy started digging with there hands. They didn't feel like they had to continue with the little kiddie talk, but just tried to relax and play like children. In fact, Dan was a bit mortified when he realised that he wasn't really doing anything different than what he normally did at the beach. He always dug holes and mucked around in the sand, but up until now, he hadn't considered it to be childish behaviour. Even when he used to go with his friends, they were always digging holes and burying themselves and each other.
He wouldn't let on, but he was having one of those "lightbulb" moments that most kids have while they're growing up. He was suddenly a bit saddened to realise that his days of happily digging at the beach were numbered. He was growing up, and not a little kid anymore, and the realisation that simple pleasures like this were soon to be put away for good.
But not today at least.
Shortly after, they heard voices approaching. Looking back towards the ramp, they saw all the kids from the playground coming down, followed by two ladies carrying a small cooler. The boy in the red shorts was running ahead, and his pants were still wet. Maybe even wetter than before.
But he wasn't the only one this time. Now, there was another boy, also in red shorts, and he appeared to have wet himself as well.
They took up residence on the sand near Dan and Amy, although not right beside them. Dan noticed that the oldest girl in the pink swimsuit seemed to be potty dancing around a bit, and crossing her legs occasionally.
One of the grown ups produced a tube of sun cream, and started rubbing it on the kids backs and shoulders, starting with the boy who had wet himself in the playground. The other lady was doing the same to the other boy in wet pants, a younger kid of about six. Meanwhile, the older girl kept moving around nervously, even grabbing at her crotch occasionally.
Eventually, she sidled up to one of the ladies and whispered something. Dan and Amy could clearly hear her reply.
"For goodness sake Trisha. Can't you just wait a couple of minutes? I'll do you next! First your little brother, now you? I just want to put some cream on your shoulders first."
The girl said something else that they couldn't hear, and her mother responded. "For Heavens sake! Quick! Go in the water!"
Trisha didn't hesitate. She ran straight to the water, and didn't waste any time getting getting herself waist deep. She didn't put her head under, but just stood there for a minute, then walked back out to her mother, looking a lot more comfortable.
Amy and Daniel exchanged a secret smile. It was completely obvious, to them at least, that the little girl had just been told to go and pee in the water before she too, wet herself, like the two boys had.
The teenagers continued digging their hole. Soon, it was deep enough for them to comfortably sit on the side, facing each other, and put their feet in.
Dan didn't exactly NEED to pee again, but he knew that he could if he tried. He gave himself a squeeze on the front of his shorts, and while they still felt a bit damp, they now looked dry. He glanced around him, checking his surroundings. Apart from the two women who were sitting near them drinking beer and watching their kids, they were alone. The two women appeared oblivious to Dan and Amy, and didn't even glance in their direction.
Dan held the front of his shorts in an exaggerated display of desperation, and leaned over towards his girlfriend.
"Aaammmyy. I need to do a wee. Will you come up to the toilets with me?"
Amy looked at him with wide eyes. "Why Danny? Do ya need to do a poo or something?"
"No. Just a wee wee. But I gotta go, or I'm gonna have an accident!"
"Danny, it's okay to do a wee in your pants at the beach! Everyone does it!"
"Are you sure," he asked, trying to sound like a little boy, "I always get into trouble if I wet my pants! I don't wanna get into trouble or nothing!"
"You won't get into trouble! Look! I'll do it too!"
Amy spread her legs wide, still facing him from only a couple of feet away. The black lycra of her bikini briefs stretched tight across her private area, giving Dan a perfect view of her now visible camel toe.
Dan stared in wonder at the sight, and audibly gasped, when two seconds later, an arc of golden pee shot out, landing about two inches in front of her, and turning the sand a much darker colour. The pee stream stayed solid for a little while, before tapering off to a trickle, which didn't arc out anymore, but ran down the outside of her pants, before disappearing underneath her.
"See!" She said proudly. "You can just do a wee in your pants anytime! You're at the beach!"
"I'm gonna do it!" He exclaimed determinedly.
Instead of staying seated, Dan chose to stand. His feet were still in the hole, which was nearly three foot deep. This put the crotch of his shorts directly at Amys eye level, her head only a couple of feet away.
He was battling an erection that wanted to make itself known, but thanks to the nerves he felt about having his crotch so close to Amys face, he was able to maintain control.
He relaxed his bladder, but still had to push on his muscles a bit to get started. It didn't take long for him to feel the all too familiar s sensation of hot pee pouring into his pants.
A big dark wet patch exploded onto the front of his shorts, and within seconds, he had a waterfall running out of both leg holes, and splattering over his bare feet.
Looking down, he noticed that his pee was bouncing off his feet, and spraying Amys feet as well, but she made no effort to pull them out of the way, choosing instead to leave them in the hole, as the sand in the bottom grew dark and wet.
When he finished, he sat back down again, and pulled the legs of his shorts out straight. They were soaked, as was the front of them, and now it would be incredibly obvious to anyone who saw them, that the teenager had wet himself. He didn't feel like playing at being little anymore, in fact he felt scared instead.
His horror was visible on his boyish features, and Amy was quick to take control. She climbed out of the hole, her feet glistening with Dans pee all over them. Grabbing his hand, she helped him to his feet.
"C'mon Dan! Race ya to the water!"
He didn't need to be asked twice. He followed Amy, noticing that her bum was covered in sand, where it was apparently sticking to the wet fabric. She angled away from where the little kids were, keeping out of their parents eye line.
It was only when Dan was able to dive in the water that he again felt safe.
Amy surfaced beside him, squealing at the shock of the cold water.
"That was so much fun Dan! Let's do it again!" |
This next chapter will make a total of 100, including the extra ending that got changed.
I can't believe it!
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Chapter 26:
"I don't believe I just deliberately peed my shorts on the beach! After my school accident, I swore to myself that I'd never do that again, and I'd always just run into the water if I got desperate, even if I was fully dressed and would get into trouble. Now I'm wetting myself on purpose! I must be bloody mental!"
Amy was grinning at him. "I don't know what you're worried about. You're only a little boy remember? Little boys are allowed to do wees in their pants at the beach!"
As flustered as he felt, he had to laugh.
"Did you notice that other kid from the playground Ames? He looked like he'd wet himself too! And that girl was awful close as well I reckon!"
"Yeah, I saw both of them. I'll bet I know what happened. All those kids were running around barefoot, drinking heaps of cordial, and eventually needed the toilet. Instead of making them put their shoes on, then taking them to the loo, I'll bet they were told to just hold on until they got to the water. We saw the dark haired boy wet himself, and I guess when the little blonde haired kid needed to go, he either had an accident as well, or decided to just do it on purpose because he saw his friend didn't get into trouble. Or perhaps his mum even told him too!"
"After that, they decided that they had better get all the kids into the water ASAP. I don't think the girl in pink could've held on much longer either!"
Dan was nodding in agreeance, "I'll bet you're right. But the parents certainly didn't care about them wetting themselves though, did they? Anyway, I'm glad nobody's saw me! I was starting to think I might've really fucked up for a minute."
"Language Catholic boy! Don't sweat it, nobody saw you, and nobody is looking at us. Anyway, even if the did see you, so what? It's not like their gonna walk up to you and yell at you or anything."
"I know that" he replied, "but it's still unpleasant though, when people see your pissy pants, as you know!"
"Well you can stop stressing now buddy, you're nice and wet from swimming, and nobody saw you. Wanna go for a walk?"
He agreed, but insisted that they return to their belongings first. He emptied most of the spare clothes and things out of his backpacks, and put their spare Goodnights into Amys bag. He took their wallets and phones, put them in the backpack along with the last bottle of water, and off they went. "I never like leaving any valuables behind on the beach," he explained as he slipped it over his bare shoulders.
He rubbed a hand over his stomach. "What you said about feeling naked? I feel a bit like that myself actually. I never had a problem with walking around without a shirt on, but since I've gotten so, well, fat, I feel very self conscious about it."
Amy giggled. "You're not fat Danny! You're cuddly! I don't know why you worry about it so much. You've got a little bit of puppy fat around your tummy, that's all. I think your handsome!"
That made him feel a lot better, and he stopped trying to hide his stomach with his hand, using it to grab her hand instead. With no destination in mind, they walked along the very edge of the waterline, where the waves petered out over their feet. They spoke briefly and occasionally about mundane things, but on the whole they walked in silence, enjoying the warm sun on their bare skin, the cool water on their feet, and the soft touch of each other's hands. They had nowhere to go, all day to get there, and were simply enjoying the journey.
Stopping for a breather perhaps a kilometre away, they sat on the sand. Dan pulled out the water bottle and Amys cigarettes, and they sat there smoking and laughing, and trying to drink as much water as possible.
On the way back, Dan couldn't help noticing the attention that Amy was getting. There was a bunch of kids about their age kicking a soccer ball around higher up on the sand, and he noticed not only the boys, but girls as well we're watching them, or more particularly Amy, as they walked past.
The next time he noticed someone looking, it was kind of creepy. Two middle aged men, wearing speedos, with big stomachs hanging down, were standing together talking. One nudged the other, pointing openly at her, and they made no attempt to hide their interest.
When they started approaching a group of older kids who were walking towards them, Dan felt his stomach drop. These kids were a lot older, perhaps seventeen or even eighteen, and looked like they had been drinking. They were being quite loud, and pushing each other around roughly, trying to knock each other into the water. There were three girls and two boys, and while Dan wasn't sure, he thought that at least one of the big boys may have gone to his old school.
If he did, he would probably remember Dan as the famous "Eighth Grade Pants-Wetter."
The boys didn't pay Dan any attention at all, but were openly staring at Amy as they approached. Dan tried to subtly veer away from there path, but one of the older boys veered with them, maintaining a collision course.
He finished up standing in front of them, and the kids could see the slightly glazed quality in his eyes, that indicated either alcohol or drug consumption.
"Hey sexy! Whatcha up to?" He leered.
The kids didn't answer, trying to walk around him instead, but he stumbled back into their path, again blocking their way.
"Whoa, whoa whoa. Don't be rude now. I'm talking to you! I just asked what you're up to! I'm just being friendly is all."
One of the older girls he was with, yelled at him before they could formulate a reply.
"Greg! Leave em alone! Don't be an arsehole!"
"Shut up Cassie. I'm just trying to be nice to this young hottie. Seen what she's with? I feel sorry for her, she probably needs a man, not a little kid like this dweeb." He was pointing directly at Dans chest.
Amy grabbed Dans arm, "Come on Dan, we're going." She tried to step around the bigger boy.
But Greg had other ideas. Reaching out, he grabbed Amys upper arm, halting her progress.
"Oww! Let go of me you prick!" She yelled at him.
Without thinking about it, Dan stepped forward, and shoved the much bigger boy in the chest. Unfortunately for Dan, Greg was at least a foot taller, and perhaps twenty kilos heavier than what he was, so the effect of his shove was minimal.
Letting go of Amys arm, the bigger boy turned his full attention towards Daniel.
"You want to go do you mate? Think you're a big man do ya? Alright then." He grinned wickedly. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"
The three girls with him started yelling, and his friend, who Daniel now realised was a kid named Troy who was a student at his last school, came running over and grabbed Gregs arm, just as he had drawn it back to throw a punch.
"Leave it man! They're kids for fucks sake! What the hell are you doing?"
"This fat little bastard pushed me. He wants to be a big hero in front of his little slut? Fine! I'm gonna rip him a new arsehole!"
With that, he shook Troy's hand off his arm, stepped towards Dan, and swung his hand back. Dan, who had dropped his bag, and was now standing in what he hoped look like a boxers stance, felt numb. He was aware that his bladder twitched, and he knew subconsciously that if he hadn't peed recently, he would be wetting himself again right then and there.
The next thing he knew, Greg was on his knees, his arm, which had just been cocked and ready to punch, was now being held up above the bigger boys head, and was in some sort of wrist lock, being held in place by a fit looking man in his twenties.
The man applied pressure to Gregs arm, and he screamed. Troy at first stood back, then hesitatingly took half a step forward.
Without releasing his hold on Gregs arm, the older man reached effortlessly into his back pocket, and withdrew his wallet, which he opened with a flick of his wrist.
"Think about it son," he said, and Troy immediately stepped back quickly. "Unless you and your girlfriends want an attempted assault charge as well, I'd move the fuck along. Right away.
"Yes officer" was all Troy could mumble, and seeming to instantly forget their friend, the three girls and him almost ran as they hurried away.
Greg tried to move, but he was held firmly. The man, who Dan now noticed was tall, muscular, and extremely fit looking, gave Gregs wrist another tug, causing him to scream again. It sounded like he was about to cry.
"Want to add resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer to the charges boy?"
Greg just whimpered in pain and embarrassment.
The man sighed, released his hold, and pulled him to his feet. In one quick motion, he spun Greg around, and planted a kick right in the seat of the boys backside, sending him running down the beach, apparently in a sudden hurry to catch up with his friends.
The shirtless man blushed as he received a round of applause from his friends. Dan noticed that they were all strong, fit looking men and women, sitting around an esky drinking soft drinks. He realised that they were probably all off duty cops.
Amy was hitching her breath, and her eyes were watery. She threw her arms around Dans neck, and hugged him fiercely.
The man placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Shhh. Calm down little lady. You're all right now. They're gone." He turned his attention to Dan. Are you okay mate?" Dan just nodded.
The man stuck out his hand. "I'm Paul Jaworski. OFFICER Jaworski. That poor kid. Out of all the places to pick a fight, he chose to pick one in front of a group of cops!" He chuckled, shook his head, then addressed Dan directly.
"And you son, must have balls of steel. Be more careful next time aye? That kid was twice your size. He could've really hurt you. But while it was kind of cool that you'd stick up for your girlfriend, try not to use violence next time, okay?"
Dan shook his hand, and introduced himself and Amy, agreeing wholeheartedly that perhaps trying to push Greg hadn't been the smartest idea he'd ever had. Amy wasn't so reticent. She let go of Dan, and hugged Officer Jaworski. "Thank you so much! I really thought he was going to hurt us."
The cop looked a bit embarrassed. "Anytime sweetheart. Just be careful when you guys leave, okay? You probably don't want to run into them again later. "He winked at Dan, "Take care of her Tiger."
As he rejoined his friends, they were giving him high fives and teasing him mercilessly.
Dan picked up his bag, took a firm hold of Amys hand, and they headed back towards their towels, blissfully unaware that the group of cops were all watching them, and commenting on how cute they looked.
One of the women leaned over to Paul, "Good job Paul. That poor little girl was so scared I think she actually wet herself a little bit. I saw it just before you grabbed that little prick."
"Can't say I blame her. Her boyfriend was about to get his arse handed to him. I'm just glad that I was there to stop it. I mean did you see that little feller sticking up for his girlfriend? Brave little dude!"
After a few more pats on the back from his colleagues, Amy and Dan were forgotten, and the cops continued to enjoy their time off.
Amy was squeezing Dans hand tightly. Her breath was still coming in short gasps, but she seemed to be calming down.
"You were very brave you know. I can't believe how you pushed that idiot!"
"I can't believe it either. I don't know what I was thinking! I guess it's because I don't run real fast."
She saw him smiling, and guessed quite correctly that his comment was an effort to hide how scared he'd been. She was right.
They sat back on their towels. Dan opened the water bottle, and found his hand was slightly shaking. "I'll tell you one thing. I'm glad I peed not long ago! When that big kid was going to punch me, I felt myself losing control. It's a good thing I didn't have any left, or it would've been even more embarrassing."
"Well I can do better than that Danny. I actually did pee myself a bit. Right in front of all those cops! I'm so glad they didn't notice!" She put a hand between her legs, and squeezed her pants. "Yep! All nice and warm down there again!"
Dan felt himself start to stiffen as he watched her checking her panties.
"So, after all that, what do we do now?"
She gave him one of her "wicked" grins. "How about you lose the shorts, and come for a swim in your little speedos?"
"WHAT? Fuck no! I'm not doing that!"
"Come on Dan! Lots of guys are wearing them! We'll run straight into the water, and nobody will see anything, plus, it'll give your pants a chance to dry!"
Dan was shaking his head vehemently.
"Come on! I dare you! I double dare you!"
He was still unconvinced.
"So what you're saying, is you're brave enough to get into a fight with a kid who's twice your size, but you're too chicken to go swimming in your bathing suit? A bathing suit that I've already seen you in? Not to mention the nappies, pull ups, swim diaper, and onesie that I've already seen you in!"
"Dammit Ames! It's not just you! There's other people here as well ya know! I haven't worn my speedos in public for years!"
She put a hand on his upper leg, and traced an imaginary pattern.
"I don't think you're being very fair you know! I'm wearing next to nothing in public, and I happen to think that you looked really kinda sexy in your little bathers. You've got a very cute bum ya know! Come on! It'll be fun! There's no one around us, on that side at least, and you can run straight into the water. Go on!"
Feeling completely coerced, he hung his head and sighed deeply. "If you reeaallly want me to?"
She clapped her hands in excitement. "I really do." He went to stand up, and she grabbed his arm. "But Danny, I don't want you to get under the water straight away."
He looked quizzically at her.
"I want to watch you wet yourself in them first!" |
Chapter 27:
Sighing deeply, Dan looked around. The two mothers who had been watching their kids, were now swimming with them. There wasn't another person within 100 meters of them.
Remaining seated on his towel, he lifted his backside , and wriggled out of his shorts. They were nearly dry by now, and he laid them flat at the head of his towel. Now clad only in his speedos, which were also nearly dry, he drew his knees up, feeling incredibly exposed and more than a touch insecure.
Amy couldn't stop grinning. There was a reason behind her request. Simple curiosity.
She knew that Dan and her were of a very similar mental and emotional maturity, but she also realised that physically, she was probably a lot further developed than what Dan was. Her puberty had started a lot earlier, and physically at least, she was more woman than little girl. By his own admission Dan wasn't as developed as he would of liked, not as hairy, not as strong, and not as "big." She had already made the suggestion of showing each other their private bits, and he had agreed, but after seeing him in his bathers at home, she was very curious as to how "big" he might actually be.
From a personal point of view, she didn't care in the slightest. She loved him so much, and realised that he was still only fourteen and had a lot of growing in front of him, not just puberty wise, but growth in general, and if he continued to grow into his adulthood with his current boyish good looks, he would be doing alright.
But still, she was curious.
She jumped up, and grabbed his hand. "That's the way mate! Come on! Let's go!"
At first he held back, looking for any excuse not to stand up. "Not yet. I'm, uh, not ready to pee yet. Give me a moment. It's coming."
"Come on! Stop stalling! Let's swim! The sooner you get up, the sooner you can hide in the water!"
Sighing yet again, Dan allowed himself to be dragged to his feet. He could not believe he was doing this. Even his mother didn't see him in just his briefs anymore! Then he remembered his mother helping him with his diaper tapes, and he relented. Feeling like he was completely naked, and embarrassed by not only the figure he cut in his speedos, but also his slightly chubby tummy, he took her hand and hurried towards the ocean. The relief he felt that nobody was between them and the water was intense. If there had of been, he probably couldn't of been talked into this.
There was one thing at least, his nerves, combined of course with the large amount of water he'd been guzzling, meant that he could definitely pee again.
They entered the water. There was only small waves, and the wash only went ankle deep, although the water felt cold on their feet. Standing in the shallows, Dan kept putting first one hand, then the other, in front of his crotch. Whichever hand wasn't on crotch protection duty, was on tummy protection duty, and he kept swapping them with each other. Amy was stealing glances at his crotch, and couldn't understand why he felt embarrassed. From what she could see, he filled out his tight little bathers quite handsomely.
Dan on the other hand saw it quite differently. As nervous as he was, he was actually starting to get aroused. Even though he felt embarrassed, standing there, nearly naked, in front of his girlfriend was kind of hot. Added to the fact that he now needed to pee, and kept touching himself, meant that his boyhood was starting to grow.
"Are you alright Little Danny? You look kinda nervous."
"I need to pee. I wanna go to the potty."
"Just do what you did before, remember? You're allowed to do wees in your bathers! Your mummy isn't gonna take you allll the way back up to the potty. Just do it in your pants! Like this..."
"Little Danny" was now holding himself through the tight green lycra of his bathers, and had his knees pressed close together. As he watched, "Little Amy" suddenly had pee running freely down her legs. She was still peeing when he felt warmth in his hand, and suddenly he was peeing with her. Both kids stood only feet apart from each other, as they watched themselves wetting their pants. When they had finished, Amys bikini still looked the same, but Dans briefs had a huge dark wet spot on them, and the bulge behind it seemed a lot bigger.
"Uh oh! Amy, I think I had an accident!"
"I know! I saw it! But don't worry, I wet my pants too. But our mums won't mind, promise!"
They looked at each other, and burst into laughter. It seemed like the funniest thing they'd ever done, and it broke the spell of their "little" mood.
He looked around, making sure that no one had been watching them, then shouted "C'mon!" and took a few big lunging steps before diving into the water, giving himself some much wanted privacy.
When he surfaced in deeper water, Amy was still wading in slowly, wincing at the cold. He teased her a bit, and eventually she too took the plunge, diving into the deeper water.
They splashed around for a while, not really swimming, just mucking around, playing silly games with each other, and of course peeing whenever the mood struck them. At one stage Amy swam up to him, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Dan put his hand under her backside to support her, and relished the feeling of her bum as they kissed each other in the water.
By unspoken agreement, the kids started to walk out of the ocean and back to their towels. Dan seemed to have gotten over his shyness, and didn't try to hide his body as they walked. Amy found this to be a bit amusing, as the cold water had obviously had an adverse effect on his boyhood, and his speedos now produced a much smaller bulge than they had earlier. In fact, they were almost perfectly flat.
She would never point this out of course.
They dried themselves off quickly but not exactly thoroughly, and Dan was relieved too at least put his singlet back on, regaining at least some of his modesty. He knew his briefs would dry quickly, so he didn't bother putting his now dry shorts over his wet bathers. He didn't feel so exposed while he was sitting on his towel anyway.
"How many smokes have we got left?" Amy asked.
Checking the packet, he replied "Only two."
"Wanna save them for tonight? I don't really want to smoke with all those cops on the beach, even though they were nice."
Dan agreed, and used the towel he was sitting on to blot more moisture out of his bathers. "Yeah, I agree. We'll take 'em to the pictures, and have them after we eat. Are we agreed on seeing the new Marvel movie?"
They discussed their viewing options for a while, then started talking about getting ready to go home.
"I was gonna use the open shower up there," he told her, "but I'm just about dry now. I might just slip into a pull up in the toilets first, but leave the shower till when we get home."
"Dunno Dan. I've got sand all through my bloody hair. I might have a rinse off up there, then take my bikini off before I put the pull up on. I'm getting kinda itchy!"
"Before we go, we should play a game of frisbee! I bought it along, and it's kinda a shame not to use it!"
Amy agreed, and reached for her big bag. She started looking, and soon a worried expression crossed her pretty features. She swore softly under her breath, and started searching even more frantically.
"Danny, sweetie, please tell me that you've got the pull ups in your backpack."
"No Ames. You saw me put them in your bag when we went for a walk. I've got your purse, my wallet, our phones, and the water bottle, but that's all. Why?"
"Shit! Because Dan, someone's been through my bag. The ball, frisbee, and wet wipes are gone. So are our Goodnights!"
She looked at him fearfully. "How am I gonna get back home? I can't catch the bus without a nappy on!" |
Chapter 28:
"Don't panic," he said, "are ya sure?"
"Off course I'm bloody sure!" She snapped. "My bags not so freaking big that I can just misplace four bloody pull ups! And your ball and frisbee as well! Ah shit! What are we gonna do? I can't catch the bus like this!"
"What about your clothes? Have you still got your skirt and top?"
Her jaw dropped. "My clothes....." She unfolded a spare towel, and found them rolled up inside. "Phew! They're still here. I almost forgot I wrapped them in my other towel."
"So we're fine then. I'll just call mum. She'll pick us up, and she can bring some spare pull ups with her."
"Do you think she'd mind Dan? I kinda hate to ask, but I can't catch a bus without a nappy on!"
"She won't mind. Promise. I'll call her."
He rummaged in his backpack, and found his phone. "Fuck. It's nearly flat. Hang on." But as soon as he opened his contacts list, his phone beeped, then died.
Seeing the look of anguish on Amys face, he tried to calm her.
"Don't panic baby. Your phones here. Ring our landline, you've got the number."
"Good idea" she said with obvious relief, opening it up, and selecting the number from her contact list before passing it to Dan. He listened to it ring. And ring. And ring, before it rang out.
"She must be out," he informed her.
"Well can you try her mobile then? You've gotta get her somehow!"
Dan was starting to look concerned. "I don't know her mobile number Ames. You know what it's like, it's just programmed into my phone, I never actually have to dial it!"
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to think of a plan. Coming up empty handed, Dan tried his home phone again, but still got no answer.
"I suppose we could buy some pull ups. Have you got any money?"
Amy shook her head. "I only brought ten bucks with me, and the ice tea cost five something, so I've only got four bucks and some change left. How about you?"
"Nah. I'm the same. Bought ten from home, and spent five of it on lunch. I didn't even bring my ATM card. Hey! What about your card?"
"I didn't even bring my card from home, only cash."
Again they lapsed into silence, before Dan tried ringing his house yet again. He cursed under his breath. "We've got a bloody answering machine you know, but it's obviously not switched on, and I can't even leave a message!"
Amy was looking quite upset by now. "Well, what're we gonna do then?"
"Well Ames, I reckon we're just gonna have to catch the bus. I think you're worrying too much about it really. You can have a wee in the toilet before we go, and it only takes twenty or so minutes to get to our stop. You'll be fine!"
She rounded on him instantly, the fury evident in her eyes.
"Fuck me Daniel! You're supposed to be my fucking boyfriend, and even after all the stuff we've talked about, you obviously haven't heard a word I've said! Have you? I'm nearly completely incontinent Dan! I don't just have a slightly dodgy bladder like you do, I have nearly no fucking control whatsoever! Yes, I like to play games, yes I like to wet my diapers on purpose sometimes, but this is different mate! Jesus! You've seen me. I leak almost constantly. I don't even know when I've pissed myself half the time! Now you expect me to just catch the fucking bus? After the amount we've been drinking today? Christ Daniel! It'll be running down my damn legs before we've gone two stops!"
She wasn't yelling, but her voice had gotten substantially louder, and now, there were tears forming in the corners of her pretty green eyes. He had never seen her so upset.
But after her outburst, she sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, closing her eyes, and forcing a tear out of each of them. When she opened them again, she saw Dan. He looked absolutely crestfallen, almost on the verge of tears himself. It was almost like seeing a little boy who has just been bitten by a puppy. Not in pain, but hurt and in shock.
"Oh Danny! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be such a bitch! Come here."
She moved beside him, and draped an arm around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. "I'm just scared, that's all. I know it's not your fault of course. I just don't wanna wet myself on the bus, that's all."
"It's okay Ames. I do get it. I'm sorry for pushing you. I guess that I do forget sometimes that it's not all fun and games. I should know better. I guess it's just that we've had so much fun over the last couple of weeks, like deliberately wetting ourselves and stuff, I kinda forgot for a moment just how serious it can be."
He put his own arm around her, kissed a loose tear off her cheek, and gave her a gentle hug. "But, I still stand by what I said though."
She had pulled back a bit, and was obviously about to speak. He put his finger up to her lips in a "shushing" gesture, and continued.
"Hear me out babe, we can make this work. As I said, you do a wee in the toilets just before we catch the bus okay? Then, you drape your dry towel around your shoulders before we get on. When we sit down, put your towel on the seat first. It won't look suspicious at all, because everyone knows we've just been to the beach. They'll just be thinking you've got a wet bathing suit on. If you do leak, people will just be thinking it's your bathers. Your skirts black anyway, so it probably won't show up even if you did have an accident. Then, we can always get off the bus early, we don't have to get all the way home, just close."
He could see her considering his idea.
"If we can get within a mile or so of my place, and you get desperate, we just get off. There's heaps of parks and stuff to walk through, and you can just pee under your skirt whilst your standing on the grass or something!"
"Jeez Dan, you make it sound easy. I don't know if I could do that."
"Remember our talk last night? You said that the only thing you haven't done is wet yourself in public in a dress and no nappy. You said you'd like to try it at a concert or something. Well, I can't offer you a concert, but here's your chance to cross something else off your list!"
He was grinning now, obviously pleased with his idea. "Honestly, what's the difference between that, and when you wet yourself after we got off the bus earlier and your pull up leaked everywhere? None! You'll have your towel around your shoulders so you can wipe your legs, and if we're careful, no one will see anything."
Concluding his great plan, he shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, it's not perfect, but what else is there? We can't walk home, it'd take us forever, so it's all we can do."
Defeated, she sighed loudly. "I s'pose your right. And I DID say that I'd like to try a sneaky public wee under my skirt, it's just that I guess I kinda wanted to have a bit more choice about doing it. But that bit doesn't really bother me. It's the bus ride that's freaking me out the most. But you're right. I'll just have to sit on my towel and hope I don't get my skirt all wet. Thank God it's black I suppose."
She looked around them, checking that they were still alone. "I guess I kinda knew that one day my wetting games would come back to haunt me. I mean I love deliberately drinking way to much and putting myself in the position of making accidents happen, especially with you! It's so much fun!" She kissed him quickly on the cheek, letting him know she was serious. "But this afternoon we've drunk three litres of water, and a litre and a half of iced tea between us. It doesn't matter how many times I go to the toilet, I'm still gonna spring a leak or two."
Amy rubbed a hand over her panties. "I'm nearly dry now, just a bit damp. But now I'm scared to get up. I'll probably start leaking before I even get to the toilet."
"So? What's the big deal? Little girls are allowed to go in their swimsuits, remember?"
He was pleased to see her laugh, even a little bit at his joke.
"I know that Little Danny. But I don't want to have a wet arse before we even get on the damn bus! I might try and pull my bathers aside and do a wee here, before we go. Try and keep them dry, ya know?"
She grinned at him, with a glint in her eyes. "Wanna watch?"
When Dan choked and coughed, she squealed with delight, quickly crossing her legs as she did so. "See! That's what I'm talking about! I don't even feel the slightest urge to pee whatsoever, but I just dribbled a tiny bit when I laughed. I've been peeing flat out in the water for ages, but I still keep leaking, even though I can't have much left in me. I tell ya, this bus trip is going to be hard for me."
Amy stood up, and stepped into the big hole that they had dug earlier. She sat down with her back to him, looking around in front of her to make sure nobody was around. Reaching down, she grabbed the crotch of her bathers, feeling a little warm wet patch beneath her fingers. She wriggled her bum a bit, and managed to pull them aside. Giving a firm push, she looked down as a sharp jet of pee shot out, arcing straight out before splattering into the sand between her feet.
It didn't take long, as she was already nearly empty, but although it worked fine at first, as the arc petered out, the last bits of her stream ended up trickling down the front of her panties anyway, soaking into them and running under her backside.
Dan hadn't been brave enough to take her up on her offer of letting him watch, even though he had been sorely tempted, and thought that she would have let him, had he stood in front of her. But standing behind her and slightly to the side, he had been able to watch her pee arcing out in front of her.
He suddenly became aware that his penis was now standing fully at attention, and threatening to pop out of the top of his speedos at any moment. In a panic, he quickly picked up his board shorts and stepped into them, not even bothering to shake the sand off them first. Knowing that his girlfriend had just pulled her little black panties aside, exposing herself while she peed, was quite simply one of the hottest things he'd ever witnessed.
Stepping out of the hole, she was pulling at the crotch of her pants, feeling how wet they were. "Well, that didn't work very well" she said, "I still ended up pissing myself anyway!" She grabbed the damp towel, and blotted her panties, then wiped her legs and feet. "Oh well. At least I tried. They'll probably be wet by the time we get home anyway.
Then she noticed Dan had his shorts on, and was producing what appeared to be a tent in the front of them. She winked at him, enjoying the knowledge that doing something that so many people would find disgusting, had such a positive effect on her boyfriend.
Stepping into her skirt, then slipping her t-shirt on, she started packing her belongings.
"Come on then. Let's get this over with." |
Chapter 29:
As they got to the top of the ramp, they saw their bus leaving. "Dammit," Dan said, we'll have to wait at least half an hour now I reckon, being a Saturday. I'll go and check the timetable." Amy felt more security standing in a quiet spot on the grass foreshore, so she waited whilst he crossed the busy road. When he returned, he confirmed that it would indeed be a thirty minute wait for the next bus.
Both kids were thirsty, probably from the salt water, so Dan spent the last of his money on two small bottles of lemonade, which they took over to a park bench near the toilet block. At first Amy was reluctant to drink, but her thirst was soon overpowering her reticence.
Dan tried calling his house again, but there was still no answer. "I don't know where mums got too. She didn't say anything about going out. I hope everything's alright."
"I'm sure it is Danny. She would've taken her mobile with her, but would expect you'd be able to reach her with yours."
She reached across the table, and took his hand in hers. "Danny, I'm so sorry for yelling at you, and for what I said."
"Toldya not to worry about it. I know you were upset. It's cool."
"No. It wasn't. I feel so terrible about like talking down to you about your own bladder problems. That was just so mean of me! Out of all the kids I've ever met, you're the only one whose got any idea about what incontinence is like, because you have it. Fair enough it's not as bad as mine, but you've had more than your fair share of wet pants and stuff, and I just wrote it off like it was nothing! Being upset isn't an excuse. I'm so glad you're not like really pissed at me or anything."
He squeezed her hand. "I don't think I could ever be pissed at you baby. I love you, remember? And I deserved it."
Amy started to interject, trying to tell him otherwise, but he wouldn't listen.
"No Ames. You were dead right. I wasn't taking it seriously enough. It's just like I said. We've been making such a big game out of our wetting, I actually did forget just how serious it can be. I mean just today alone we must've wet ourselves like a hundred times or something, and it's been a big joke. I guess I just wasn't thinking about the consequences," he paused, "is that the right word?" She nodded, and he continued, "the consequences of being stuck without protection."
Draining the last of his lemonade, he stared at the empty bottle. "It's not just you either. I should've been thinking about myself as well. I mean you were right, my problem isn't as bad as yours, nowhere near it, but I can usually manage it. I go to the loo regularly, and even though I can't hold on for a real long time, I can for a while. But lately at least, I've usually always got at least a pull up on if I like leave the house at all. But now, I'm in the same kinda boat as you are. If I start to get desperate on the bus, I'll probably piss myself, so I'm gonna have to be careful as well."
They smiled at each other, and he stood up. "I really probably shouldn't have got us those drinks, but I was like sooo thirsty. I'm gonna go to the toilet already, just in case. You?"
"Great idea Catholic boy. I will too."
Both kids used their respective toilets without any problems, and Amy was pleased to find that her bikini bottoms were only a bit damp by now. She didn't have any panties to change into, so they would have to do for now.
They met each other on the footpath, and held hands as they headed back to the table. The group of off duty police officers were walking off the ramp, and the kids waved at them, with all the cops returning the gesture.
Once out of earshot, one of the female cops said to Paul, "How old do ya reckon those kids are? They do make a cute little couple!"
"Not sure," he replied, "I would've thought the little bloke was about twelve or thirteen, but his sweetheart is obviously older than that. She could be fifteen or so I guess. Kids that age usually hang with others the same age, so I'll split the difference and say perhaps fourteen? It's a good age to be. You're young enough to still be a kid, but old enough to have some independence. If I ever have kids, that's the age I'm looking forward to. Mature, but not grown up yet."
She put her arm around his waist. "You're a good man Paul, and you'll make a great father one day," she said, and they headed to the car park.
Amy and Dan spent the next ten minutes just chilling out. Yet again he tried ringing his mother, with still no response. By now, Amys phone was starting to go flat as well. They decided to give up, and save the last of her battery for an emergency. Amy went to the toilet one more time, and then they went to the bus stop, making it just as the bus was pulling up.
Being late in the day, this bus was carrying more passengers than their first one. A lot of people were heading home after their beach excursion. They found a seat halfway down, and Amy took the dry towel she had been carrying around her neck, and subtly draped it on the window seat. When Dan sat beside her, giving her a bit of visual cover, she managed to pull her skirt out from under her buttocks at least a bit, and could feel the towel on the back of her thighs. In a show of solidarity, they held hands as the bus pulled away from the kerb.
The ride was uneventful, although the trip seemed to take a bit longer than before, as the bus stopped at every stop they came too. It was starting to look like they would get back without incident, until Amy suddenly felt a familiar warmth on her thighs. She tightened her grip on Dans hand, squeezing it tightly as she battled for control. He naturally knew what her sudden grip was indicating, so he didn't react.
Apparently she had suffered one of her many little leaks that she often had without even realising it. This was why her nappy was often quite wet when she removed it, not even knowing that she'd wet it until taking it off.
"How much longer?"
"Still a little bit further before we can get off. Are you okay?"
She just nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
By this stage, Dan himself was regretting not making a second trip to the toilet like Amy had. The lemonade was working through him, and the very first stage of needing to go was now upon him. He wasn't at all desperate yet, but knew full well that once he started feeling it, it would come on quickly. But he had confidence that he'd be able to make it home okay. After all, they were now well past the halfway point.
He was jerked out of his thoughts by Amy pulling on his hand. "We've gotta get off! I'm starting to leak! You have to find me a park or something. Quickly!"
Dan considered their options. If they could just wait for another few blocks, they would come to a park with toilets in it, and only be a few blocks from his house. If they got off now, they could still walk the distance easily enough, but there wouldn't be any toilets to use.
"Can you hold on for five more minutes?"
Amy grunted, and her whole body seemed to tense up. "Uh uh. I'm dripping Dan," she whispered. "I've gotta get off like right now."
The decision was out of his hands. He pushed the next stop button, and thirty seconds later the bus pulled up.
Thankfully by now, it had emptied out most of the passengers. He stood up, and waited for Amy to stand. When she did, her skirt fell back into place, and he saw that the light blue towel on which she'd been sitting, was now sporting a dark blue wet patch the size of a large saucer. She scooped it up quickly, and stuffed it into her bag. As they walked toward the front door, Dan saw a single drop fall from under Amys skirt.
Amy managed to maintain her composure however, and showed no outward signs of desperation to anyone who may've been watching. The bus had deposited them beside a busy road, and there wasn't a park or toilet in sight.
"Daaaannn. Help me here. I'm about to wet myself."
"There's a park right around that corner. We're gonna cut through it. Just try to hold on for another minute."
"Urgh" she grunted. "Now I'm up, I'm busting! I'll try though. Hurry up and get me there."
Dan took her bag with one hand, and grabbed hers with his other one. They took off in a fast walk. There were quite a few people walking around, enjoying the late afternoon sunshine, and Amy was glancing around nervously. It felt like every step she took was making the urine in her bladder slosh around. It was like trying to walk with an overfilled glass inside her abdomen, and little drops kept splashing over the top of it.
An elderly lady walking a Pomeranian smiled at them as she approached, then stopped in front of them.
"Excuse me, have you got the time please? I left home without my watch when I took Princess here for a walk, and I need to get home by four o'clock to start dinner, and...."
The old lady started droning on. She was now explaining to Dan just what her husband was doing, and seemed like she was going to keep talking for hours.
Sensing his girlfriends distress, Dan tried to find her phone in the bag, so they could tell the old lady the time, and get on their way quickly, but without being rude about it. He let go of Amys hand, put the bag down, and knelt to search through it. The lady turned her attention to Amy, and kept up her constant stream of chatter without even pausing.
As he looked for the phone, his eyes were drawn to Amys little feet, clad only in her pink flip flops, which were planted beside the bag. She had painted her toenails bright red that morning, and as he searched, he saw how she kept scrunching her toes up. Then without warning, two drops of pee fell from beneath her skirt, and left little wet spots on the concrete between her pretty feet.
He honestly didn't know how she was managing to hold on. He knew that she would normally have lost all control by now, so the very fact that she hadn't yet was extremely surprising. But seeing the drips on the ground, also reignited his need for release as well, and this time he was definitely feeling it.
"Found it!" He exclaimed. Checking the time, he declared "It's nearly four o'clock ma'am. I didn't know it was so late! We're gonna get into trouble soon. Our mums wanted us home by now. I'm sorry, but we've gotta go."
The lady thanked them nicely, but before she could start talking again, Dan grabbed Amys hand and started dragging her away. "Come on Ames. My mums gonna kill me!"
"Thanks Dan. I thought that old bat wasn't going to shut up. My knickers are so wet right now.... "
"Mine might be soon as well," he said. "I really shoulda gone again before we got on the bus. I woulda been okay if we stayed on the bus, but I might be in trouble now."
"I'm sorry Danny. But I couldn't help it. I had to get off, I was wetting myself."
"It's not your fault babe. It's mine. I shoulda just gone."
They turned the corner into the side street which was a lot quieter. Amy froze on the spot. A trickle was now running down her left leg. Dan didn't let her stand for long, he pulled her along, wanting to get into the park across the road.
"Listen to me! If you're gonna wet yourself, just wait till we get to the park. The people in these houses won't see us as much in there."
They hurried across the narrow road, and stepped into the park. The path led towards a small playground, and Dan was extremely relieved to find it deserted. "Quick! Over here!" He led her onto the grass, expecting her to just stand on the grass and wet herself.
She surprised him by hurrying onwards towards a bench that was sitting on a concrete plinth, but then he saw that it was semi concealed by some bushes on one side. Wasting no time, she hitched up her skirt, and sat down.
"Quick Dan. Stand in front of me in case anyone comes along!"
He did as she asked, and saw that the sun, which was shining over his shoulder, was reflecting off the wetness of her black bikini bottoms.
As he watched, a torrent shot through the already sodden lycra, pouring downwards at a great rate of knots, to produce a waterfall that cascaded through the wooden slats of the bench, to form a huge puddle on the cement below her. She closed her eyes, issued a very loud groan of pure relief, and shuddered slightly as the splattering of her stream started tapering off. By the time she had emptied her bladder, the puddle beneath her was nearly two foot across, and was running down the side of the plinth.
Suddenly, Dan felt his own bladder twitch. The sight of his girlfriend peeing had aroused him at first, but had also distracted him, and he'd lost the concentration that had been keeping his own bladder in check. He felt a few drops leak out, and quickly grabbed the front of his shorts, finding a wet spot.
"Shit!" He exclaimed in shock, and seeing no option, he stepped as far into the bush as he could, and pulled the front of his shorts and now wet speedos down, and relieved himself, hoping that nobody was about to walk past.
When he stepped out, he had a tennis ball sized wet spot on his black shorts, but thankfully it wasn't terribly obvious on the black cotton.
Amy noticed it though. She was now standing up, and had her towel under her skirt, wiping her panties and legs with it.
She pointed to the wet patch on his shorts, and spoke in her "Little Amy" voice.
"I hope our mums aren't gonna be cross with us for doing wee wees in our pants at the playground Little Danny!"
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Chapter 30:
"Pass me the towel please."
He took it, and stuffed it down the front of his shorts, and started rubbing the front of his bathers with it. "That was kinda stupid. I leaked a tiny bit, but it probably wouldn't have shown through onto my pants at all, but of course I had to grab myself without thing about it. I squeezed the pee out onto my shorts. Idiot!"
"You'll be fine. They'll be dry in five minutes. Let's just hang out here for a while and let them dry."
Pointing at the the bench, which had pee dripping off it, and a huge puddle beneath it, he replied, "We'll hang out for a bit, but maybe not here aye? It looks pretty obvious what's happened here if anyone comes along."
Picking up their belongings, they started down the path. They soon passed a man walking with two young children, seemingly on their way towards the playground. Dan dropped his backpack in front of his wet spot as he walked, pretending to be searching through it on the go. They nodded a "hello" at each other as they passed, and Dan kept looking back over his shoulder afterwards, until he confirmed that the trio had indeed gone to the playground.
"Ah shit! That dudes taken his kids right there. He's just seen us walk out, and he'll know straight away what happened when he goes to sit on the bench."
"Really Dan? So what? You don't know him, do you? There's nothing we can do about it now. If he sees the ground, he'll think someone had an accident, and guess what? He'd be right! It's another thing you'll learn one day, if your incontinence doesn't fix itself that is. And that's accidents happen, and occasionally people see it. I think it's the worst part of it really. As you know, I don't actually hate wetting myself, but I'd much rather do it in a diaper where nobody else has to know."
The park was L shaped, and opened onto another street. When they had turned the corner, and were safely out of sight of the playground, Amy paused.
"So where are we, what are we doing, and how far from your place are we?"
"We're actually not all that far from home you know. If we had stayed on the bus, it follows the main road around and loops back, but there's like lots of these little parks around here, and by cutting through them, we're heading in a straight line towards home. I guess we're a couple of K's away. Maybe twenty minutes walk. I think we should get into the next park, away from that dude, and take a break there. Hey, we said we'd save those last two smokes for tonight, but I could probably go one now. Wanna finish the packet?"
Soon they were in the next park, where they found a spot behind a gazebo that gave them some privacy. Dan didn't sit under the roof, but stayed standing in the sunshine as he smoked, giving his shorts the maximum sunlight with which to dry. Their chips had been stolen along with their other supplies, but they still had their peanuts, so they opened the packet and ate, more to rid themselves of the smell of smoke from their breath than out of any actual hunger.
Amy said, "I wish those bastards hadn't taken my hand cleaner too. It feels icky eating peanuts, knowing I've had pee all over my hands!"
Dan grimaced. "Oh yuck! Never thought of that. My God, we're being quite disgusting here, aren't we?"
She only laughed. "Not really. We're only little kids, remember? We're supposed to be kinda gross and icky!"
After their snack, they continued on their trek. Amy broke the silence first. "I can't get over this. You do realise that this is probably the longest time I've ever gone out in public without a nappy on? Since I was six at least!"
"What do you think about it? Enjoying it or not?"
"Dunno really. It does feel kinda loose and, I dunno, free I guess. But my panties are soaked of course. That feels a bit uncomfortable. They're all cold and kinda clammy at the moment. It certainly doesn't feel as nice as a warm, wet nappy does. Also, I'm still very nervous. I'm just not used to wearing knickers I guess, and I sorta miss the safe feeling that a big diaper gives me."
She pondered what she had said. "Remember when I said I'd still wear diapers sometimes, even if I didn't need them?"
Dan nodded, remembering the conversation.
"Well, this doesn't do anything to change my mind at all. I must be pretty fucked up I guess. I really would like my incontinence to just disappear, but I know I'd miss my nappies. Especially the big ones. They just feel sooo good, even when they're wet. Not like regular knickers do. What do you think?"
Dan gave it some serious thought, and didn't answer immediately. Amy was about to prod him, but after gathering his thoughts, he responded.
"Two weeks ago, my opinions would've been completely different. I've always hated my bed wetting, and felt a lot safer wearing a Goodnight to bed. I don't think I ever actually liked them, but I felt a lot better wearing one, just in case. But when I started wearing them to school, I started hating the sight of them. It was probably the fear of being found out more than anything."
They were holding hands, as usual, when she felt his grip tighten.
"Then, I met you. You've showed me that it isn't anywhere nearly as bad as I made it out to be. In fact, it can be fun. In the right circumstances of course," he added quickly. "So I guess I'm a bit the same now. I wish I didn't need them, but, especially if you're here, I kinda like them. And they do feel a lot safer of course."
The kids left that park, crossed a road, and entered another. Amy now recognised the neighbourhood, they were almost home.
"Ames, when we get back, let's not say anything to mum, okay?"
"About what exactly?"
"Anything that happened today. Don't tell her about the fight we nearly got into, don't mention our pull ups being taken, and don't tell her I was trying to call her either."
He saw Amys look of confusion, so he elaborated. "Mum always stresses out about me going out on my own, or with other kids if there's not any adults around. If she knew we'd been nearly bashed up, then got robbed, then wet our pants on the way home because we lost our diapers, she'll have a fit. It wouldn't even surprise me if she decided to come to the movies with us, like we really were little kids or something. Trust me. It'll be a lot easier if she doesn't find out."
They turned into Dans street, and soon were home. Sues car was parked in the driveway, and they found her in the kitchen, preparing a cup of tea. She looked up as the door opened.
"Oh thank God you're alive! I've been trying to call you mister! Is your phone off or something?"
Dan cautiously replied, "No, just flat. Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong mate. I just popped next door for afternoon tea earlier, and was going to tell you where I was, and double check that you didn't want me to come and pick you up or anything. I was starting to worry myself sick when I couldn't reach you!"
She turned towards Amy. "Amy, sweetie, I am going to get your phone number as well. If I can't rely on my wayward son to keep his phone charged up, I need to be able to contact you!"
Dan turned to Amy. "See? Toldya! She worries like an old woman!"
Sue threw a tea towel at him, and told them to go and shower, laughing at his gentle insolence.
Amy went first, into the downstairs bathroom. She peeled her pants down first, discovering that they were either still damp from before, or perhaps even freshly dampened again. The white lining was stained a pale yellow colour, and she even appeared to have a slight "skid mark" in the back. That wasn't entirely unusual, just a by product of her stomach issues. Sometimes, she just leaked a tiny bit, particularly if she passed gas. She had of course broken wind a couple of times during the day, but certainly hadn't felt herself leak at all. Sighing, she decided she had better leave them on while she showered, and soap them up a bit.
She removed her top, turned the shower on, and stepped in, still wearing her pants. She rubbed soap all over them, inside and out, and started scrubbing it in. As she was rubbing her hand over the outside of the front of her briefs, her thoughts turned to her boyfriend, standing in the water, dressed only in his little green swimsuit, and wetting himself.
She started scrubbing the crotch of her pants harder and faster, and soon had her fingers finding their way inside the wet material. "Oh Danny..." she mumbled to herself.
In the kitchen, Dans mother had pressed him for information about what they had gotten up to.
"Nothing mum. We had lunch, had a swim, and played on the beach." He suddenly smiled. "You shoulda seen the big hole we dug!"
Relieved that nothing had gone wrong with their excursion, she sent Dan for his shower upstairs. He stepped in, still wearing his speedos so he could rinse the yellow pee stains out of them, and he started thinking about Amy, sitting in that same hole he'd told his mother about, pulling her little black pants aside, and peeing in a big arc out in front of her.
His hand found the soap, and soon he was washing himself just as vigorously as his girlfriend was currently doing in the downstairs bathroom, while she thought about him.
Meanwhile, Sue was tidying up in the kitchen, smiling to herself as she pictured her son and his little girlfriend digging happily in the sand like small children.
She groaned inwardly, as the realisation that their childhood was nearly over, and it probably wouldn't be too long until they started trying much more adult activities.
"Oh well," she thought, "for the moment at least they're still only little kids."
As she was thinking this, both Dan and Amy were reaching simultaneous orgasms in their respective bathrooms. |
Chapter 31:
Dan didn't bother with putting another diaper on yet. He would of course wear one later, when they went out, but for now he slipped into some satin boxer shorts and sweat pants, with a fresh t-shirt to match.
He was back downstairs before Amy was out of the bathroom, and he spent the time organising their movie trip with his mother. They wanted to see the nine o'clock screening, but wanted to buy dinner first, so Sue agreed to leave by 7:30, and pick them up at 11:30. She grumbled a bit at this, but Dan wheedled a bit, and finally got his way. When Amy returned, she was wearing her footie pyjamas, simply because she didn't want to get dressed yet.
It was only just past 5:30, so the kids retreated to the theatre room to play games.
Dan noticed Amys pants looking puffy, and when asked, she confirmed that she had put a tape up diaper on, and was feeling the most relaxed that she had all day because of it.
Neither of them thought to mention exactly what they had gotten up to when they had showered.
Eventually it was time to get dressed, and they both went to Danny's room to select their clothes. Amy didn't have a huge selection of course, so she opted to wear the same black dress that she had worn to dinner with her mother last night.
Pulling her black pantyhose out, she declared them to be dry again. Smiling wickedly at Dan, she sniffed them, then passed them to him.
"Danny, do my stockings smell of wee at all do you think?"
Dan surprised her by actually putting them up to his nose and checking, before declaring them to still be alright to use. She said she would wear them over her diaper when they left.
"Are you gonna wear a big diaper as well Dan? Surely you won't trust a Goodnight! You know that'll only end up leaking while you're sitting down. You'll need an adult pull up at least."
But he had other ideas. "I've got a few tape up nappies with damaged tapes. I've either ripped them, or worn them but haven't wet them, but they don't stay done up properly anymore. I might wear one of those, but under my onesie. It's only the top tapes that are dodgy, the bottom ones still do up alright, and the onesie should keep them in place I reckon. I sorta think I really should wear them. They cost a lot, and I don't wanna like waste them or anything."
Amy thought that was a great idea, and she took her makeup and clothes downstairs to change.
Dan stripped off in the bathroom, did his hair, brushed his teeth, and checked for pimples. After he emptied his bladder again, he slipped into one of his previously worn but unused nappies, then his onesie. Knowing that Amy was going to look fairly dressy, he decided he should make a bit of an effort. So he selected some black casual slacks that weren't tight enough to show his diaper, but also wouldn't show a wet spot easily if one should occur. He matched this with a long sleeve grey shirt, black socks, and his black sneakers.
But as dressy as he felt, he was again blown away with Amys appearance. She had her short black dress and pantyhose on, and had fresh blue streaks in her hair. She had forgone the heavy eyeliner she sometimes favoured, and instead wore pale pink lipstick and just a touch of blusher on her cheeks. Her eyelids were a subtle shade of green, highlighting her beautiful green eyes. Her nose ring had been replaced with a small stud, and she wore simple silver rings in her ears.
Dan thought that she looked good enough to attend a royal ball if necessary. He had thought that he had made an effort to look nice, but she was simply stunning. Particularly for a movie date. He was so blown away, that when she had walked into the lounge room where he had been talking to his mother, he had gotten up and kissed her on the cheek right in front of his mum, and not felt the slightest bit self conscious about it either. He probably wouldn't admit it, but he found the sight of her stockinged feet incredibly sexy.
Even Sue had been impressed, and insisted on taking some photos with her phone. She thought that Sonia would appreciate seeing just how cute their kids looked for their date. It would also cause Dan some embarrassment later when she posted the pictures on Facebook, but he didn't know that at the time.
At 7:30 they left, and twenty minutes later she dropped the kids off at the cinema complex, eliciting a firm promise that they would come straight out and find her after the movie had finished. She ensured that both of them had their phones freshly charged, and her number saved as well.
She drove off, and Amy and Dan were then alone on their first proper date.
After buying their tickets, they went to get dinner. There were a lot of restaurants and eateries in the complex, ranging from take away to fine dining, but, being fourteen, and not having a lot of money, they happily settled on McDonald's. Amy ordered a salad and a large Coke, while Dan had a burger, nuggets and fries, teamed up with a large Coke of his own.
Of course they knew that the Coke would make them pee, so they deliberate got refills as well. Amy enjoyed her salad, but ended up eating half of Dans nuggets at the same time.
They were wrapped up in their own little world. Talking about anything and everything, from school, to the environment, how much fun it would be if Little Danny and Little Amy could take their shoes off and play in the playground, their plans for Adventure World, wetting stuff, new phones, basically just anything. It seemed like there was no end of topics to discuss.
"Hey!"
At the sound of the voice, Dan turned in his seat, and froze.
Troy, Gregs friend from the beach, was standing beside their booth with one of the girls they had seen there earlier.
"Sorry to intrude, but can we sit down for a minute? No problems, promise. I just want to talk to you."
Dan and Amy exchanged a worried look, but felt helpless to say anything. Hoping that the fact they were in a crowded restaurant would be enough to stop Troy from causing any problems, the kids slid over and let the older teenagers sit with them.
Troy looked nervous. He cleared his throat, and addressed Dan.
"Dude. I'm sorry about before. That friend of ours, Greg his name is, can be a real jerk. We met him at the beach, and he'd been drinking with his older brothers. He had no right to pick on you guys like that. I mean, like shit man, you guys are just kids! He was way out of line. I tried to stop him, but I shoulda tried harder though. I was gonna step in, really I was, but that cop dude started running over before I had a chance."
He paused, considering his last statement. "No. That's bullshit. That's why I feel bad I guess. I did have a chance to stop him, but I didn't, and that's why I feel so shitty. I didn't do enough."
Turning to his girlfriend, he gave her some money, and asked, "Cassie, can you and" he looked questionably at Amy, who simply replied "Amy," "Amy, go and get us some drinks or something please? I want to speak to Daniel here. It is Daniel, isn't it?
To say Danny was shocked, would've been the understatement of the year. Finally he found his voice.
"How do you know my name?"
"You used to go to my school dude. I remember you." He looked around, making sure that the two girls had gone, then lowered his voice to a whisper. "I saw you when you wet your pants that day."
Dan went cold. He felt his head start to swim. When they had encountered Troy at the beach, Dan had suspected that he may have been recognised, but when his accident wasn't mentioned, he thought he had been mistaken. Now, in a busy McDonald's, it was about to be thrown in his face again.
Usually, this would of upset him. It would of made him supremely uncomfortable, and major embarrassment would of been his first reaction, possibly even enough to cause tears.
But this time, he felt anger. Real anger. The most he had felt in a long time.
First, his day at the beach with his girlfriend had almost been spoiling by bullying, and now, hours later, the same kids that had been involved in that, were now going to spoil his movie date, by bringing up the one accident he'd had that had really changed his life. He had even changed school to escape the bully's, and now they were going to hunt him down on his own time.
His first thought was "Fuck it, this needs to stop."
Pushing his remaining meal away, he swung in his seat, and instead of backing away in the booth, he moved toward Troy, and raised his fist up at the same time.
"What of it," he muttered.
"Whoa! Hold on mate! Don't get shirty with me! I'm not here to start in on you or anything, I just wanna talk, okay? Peace out dude."
Not knowing what to believe, Daniel was wary. "Look. I don't want any trouble Troy. Yes, I pissed my pants. But can't you just leave it already? I don't even go to your fucking school anymore because of that. Can't you just fuck off and leave me alone?"
Troy was stunned. Not once in his life had a kid, four years younger than him, ever told him to fuck off, and looked at him like he would punch him if he didn't.
"Dan. Just shut up a minute. Let me talk, okay? I'm not gonna say anything to you in front of your girlfriend or anything, that's why I sent the girls away, so I could talk to you. Just listen to me for a minute, please?"
Dan lowered his arms, sensing that he may have misread the situation. Troy seemed sincere, and if he had of wanted to cause trouble, he certainly could of by now.
"So, whaddya want then?" He asked, sounding somewhat surly.
Troy sighed. "Jesus. You won't make this any easier, will you buddy? I guess I can understand why though."
Amy and Cassie appeared again, having already been served with fresh drinks.
Troy almost gave up. All he wanted was a quick yet quiet talk with Dan, but it was getting too hard, what with Dans reticence and the lack of privacy.
"Cassie baby, we haven't finished yet. I don't want to sound rude, but can you and Amy here just give us a couple of minutes? I'll be quick, I swear!"
"C'mon Amy. Let's give the menfolk some space. I wanted to have a smoke anyway. Will you keep me company?"
Amy smiled. She wasn't used to big kids treating them as equals, and Cassie was really nice, so she was happy to accompany her outside.
Troy relaxed a bit, composing his words.
"Righto Danny. First of all, as I said, I know you wet yourself at school, okay?"
Dans only response was a brief nod, so Troy continued.
"After that, you got bullied. A lot. Enough that you ended up switching schools. You go to St Marks now, dontcha?
Again, a nod was Dans only response.
"So that's why I wanna talk to you. To start with, I don't know if you know it or not, but I'm a prefect. I'm supposed to stop the little kids from getting bullied, but I obviously failed you, so I'm sorry. But I'll be honest with you here, if you had just had an accident because you didn't go to the toilet when you should have, I probably wouldn't have done much anyway. I mean, if you can't go to the loo in high school, you probably deserve it if you piss yourself."
Dans face had darkened even further, he seriously thought he may punch the much bigger boy soon, if he wasn't careful. But when Troy continued, he didn't interrupt him.
"So end result, I did nothing. You got picked on, then left the school. But kids talk Dan. I started to hear stories about you. That you had a medical problem, and were starting to have accidents, and couldn't help it. You weren't just lazy or slack, but were sick or something."
Troy paused for a drink, then kept unloading his feelings. "Fuck man! I'm on the anti-bullying committee, and I did nothing! I guess I knew you were having a hard time, but I never stepped in, and in the end you left school. I feel like shit because of that. Well that, and another reason."
He glanced around, making sure that they weren't being overheard.
"Look Danny. Part of the reason I feel so bad is personal, I guess. You see, I've got a little sister about your age. She's thirteen. She has the same sorta problem that the kids were saying that you have. She still wets herself sometimes. Not often mind you, but every now and then she has an accident . She has been bullied for years at primary school, and same as you, she changed schools because of it."
"But this year she started high school. So far, she's wet herself a couple of times, but no one has found out yet. If they do, she'll just get picked on again, and all the shit will kick off once more. I love my little sis, and I hate the fact she used to get bullied, and I couldn't help her. I guess it's why I volunteered to be on the anti-bullying thing, cause I wanted to help stop bullying, but then, I failed you. I'm sorry dude."
Dan was speechless. This definitely wasn't what he had expected to hear. Now he was on the back foot. This big kid, young adult actually, was not only talking to him like an equal, but was also asking for his forgiveness. Finding his voice, he replied. "Thanks Troy. I appreciate it. I don't have any hard feelings I guess. It's not your fault I wet myself, and it's nice of you to talk to me about it. I'm cool with it."
Troy smiled his own appreciation at Dans forgiveness, then saw their girlfriends walk back inside, looking at their table and trying to judge if the "men's talk" was over, and it was safe to return. He gestured for the girls to rejoin them.
Once settled in, Dan asked Troy, "So, your little sister, which school is she going too now, and are things better for her?
Troy smiled with pride. "So far so good. She looks like she's enjoying high school, at least for now. There's even another girl in her grade that has the same problem apparently, although they're not really friends yet. She's in grade seven this year, and going to St Margarets. Her names Nikki." |
Chapter 32:
The name "Nikki" sounded very familiar to Dan, but at first he couldn't make the connection. But when Amy started to speak, it all fell into place.
"Nikki Peters? Pretty, blonde hair?"
Troy gave Amy his full attention, obviously surprised by Amys question, "Yeah, that's my little sis. Do you know her?"
"Yeah! Well, not really I suppose, not "know," know her. But she's in my grade at St Margarets. We don't share any classes but. Wow. Small world aye?"
Troy blushed red. Now he was unsure of what to say next. He'd just told Dan about his sisters darkest secret, not thinking for a second that Dan would know her, or even have the slightest connection to her, but now, it turned out that his girlfriend knew her. If Nikkis secret spread around the school because of this, it would be terrible, and Troy's own fault for talking.
Seeing the flummoxed expression on the bigger boys face, Dan understood at once why he looked so worried.
"Troy, it's cool. Don't worry. Amy wouldn't say anything."
Now Amy looked confused. "Say anything about what?"
"Troy was just telling me about his sister. Apparently she has the same sort of problem that I do," Dan said. He deliberately avoided any mention of Amys own incontinence. That was her own business to discuss, when, or if she ever wanted to. But Troy already knew about Dans problem, so he was happy to be the "Teenage Pants Wetter" in this conversation.
Amy just smiled, now understanding why Troy had gone quiet all of a sudden, after finding out that she knew his sister. Dans hands were clasped together in front of him on the table, and she reached across and put her hand on top of his.
"You mean the same problem that WE have Danny. It's not just you remember!"
Both Troy and Cassie were stunned. They looked at each other, then the younger kids as well, unsure of what to say.
"It's alright, Dan and I both share the same condition," Amy explained. It's not a big deal you know. Well, not as much as you'd think perhaps. And your sister Nikki does too? I'd be happy to talk to her if you like. Kinda let her know she's not alone and stuff. She seems like a nice girl, we just sorta don't cross paths a lot."
Troy looked blank, like he was having trouble taking it all in, so Amy continued.
"Or not. It's up to you of course. But don't worry about me telling anyone. Both Danny and myself know just how horrible it is if other kids know about you. I'd never, ever do that to another kid. Promise!"
"I'm sorry Amy," Troy said, "I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just kinda shocked, that's all. You see, before you and Cass got back, I was just saying to Dan about how there was another girl at Nikkis school who had the same problems as her, but they weren't really friends. I was surprised to hear that when she told me. I've told her to introduce herself heaps of times, but she's kinda shy, especially about talking about her problem. But then you sit down, and you're that girl! It's incredible! Plus when you consider that the main reason I'm talking to your boyfriend here is because of the same sort of stuff again, well jeez, that's mental!"
Amy looked at Troy, and addressed him in a way that made her suddenly sound a lot older, and more mature.
"It's not really that weird Troy. Teenage incontinence may be uncommon, but it's not totally rare. Statistics show that probably ten percent or more of kids aged 12-15 may have some even occasional form, like bed wetting. Chances are, even at your age, you probably know a kid who wets the bed occasionally. But when you're no longer a little kid, and it keeps happening, you end up going to the doctors about it, like we did, and that's where we met each other. Remember, even kids who wet still have to go to school, we can't just hide at home."
She squeezed Dans hands, flashing him a big grin.
"And you know what? I'm so happy we did meet. It's been so great to talk too someone else who understands what it's like. You can feel very alone. Your sister probably feels like that. It's just not the sort of thing kids like talking about. But do you know how she knows about me?"
Troy shook his head, so she told him, "Nearly everyone at St Margs knows, because I told them. My problems pretty bad, and I need to wear protection to school. Everyone would find out eventually, so I told them. Got it out of the way early, you might say!"
She paused to have a drink before asking, "But Troy, she's aware of my problems, why do you think she hasn't tried to approach me yet? Just to talk about it or something? I mean, God only knows that just about every other kid in school has at least once!"
"I really don't know," Troy replied. "It does seem a bit weird, doesn't it? I mean, I think if it was me wetting myself, and I found another kid my age doing it as well, I'd probably want to talk to them about it. But, like I said, she is shy, especially about that!"
"Well I'm happy to talk to her if you want me too. Like I said, it might make her feel a lot better."
Troy looked pleased. "You know what? That'd be great if you could, Amy. I love my little sister, even though she can be a real little shit sometimes! Since our dad left us, I sorta try to keep an eye on her, you know. Our mum works, so she's out a lot, so it's Nikki and me looking out for each other most of the time. But I can't help her with this. Fuck. I can't even talk to her about it."
"Language Troy!" Cassie chided him, slapping his hand from across the table. Then she smiled at Amy as well.
"You know, I think it would be be very nice of you Amy. Troy here wants to help, but like he said, he has tried talking to her, but he struggles with it, and she refuses to talk to him about it anyway. Maybe you could have a word with her. Please?"
"I'd have to tell her how I found out about it though. I mean, I can't just go up to her and start talking about wetting herself. Especially since nobody else at school knows. It'd probably be better if you told her that I knew, and I wanted to talk to her."
Troys face dropped. "Oh man! She's gonna kill me," he sighed. "But you're right. She won't talk to me or mum, she refuses to see a doctor, and she needs some support. I'll tell her tomorrow that you want to talk to her alone, okay?"
"Deal!" Amy declared, and they shook hands on it.
Cassie declared she was going out for another smoke, and Amy tagged along, leaving the boys talking. Even though there was a four year age difference between the girls, and they had only just met, they had somehow "clicked" together, and liked each other on sight.
Cassie was effusive in her praise. She told Amy again how nice she was being, and what a great girl she must be. "If I can ever help you out Amy, just ask. Troy and I will definitely owe you a favour!"
"Well now you mention it," Amy replied with a grin, "there is something you could do for me......"
Inside the restaurant, they boys were getting on okay as well, despite their own age gap. Troy spoke to Dan as an adult, and never talked down to him like a child, and it made him feel quite grown up.
Checking the time, Dan declared he had to leave, as they were going to the movies. It turned out that the bigger kids had seen it as well recently, and Troy heaped praise on it.
Walking outside, they found the girls chatting somewhat earnestly. They all said their goodbyes, and Troy again promised he'd talk to his sister about Amy chatting to her.
"So, what was your big conversation with Cassie about?"
"Well, she said she'd do me a favour for helping Troys sister, so I took her up on it!"
"Why and how Ames? What did she do?"
"She went shopping for me Catholic boy. Look what I got!"
Amy opened her bag, and sitting on top was a fresh packet of cigarettes, unopened.
"Cassies eighteen! She can buy them no problem! But she made me promise to never let Troy find out what she did. He hates smoking, and always tries to make her quit. If he found out she'd bought them for me, even with my own money, he'd get really pissed at her. But, we've got smokes again!"
"Hey! That's cool! After all that, I could certainly go one before we go in." He looked a bit worried though. "Do ya think we're smoking too much though Ames? I mean it's fun and all, and I like it, but I don't wanna get hooked on it or anything."
"Your probably right Danny. We've been doing it rather a lot, haven't we? I'll admit that I've gone from just liking an occasional one, to actually starting to crave one every now and then. Its probably a good sign that I should stop. Whaddya say we make this the last packet for a while? I won't smoke any at all unless I'm with you, I'll save 'em for weekends only."
"Sounds like a good idea. How many are in that pack though?"
"Thirty," she replied sheepishly. "If we're careful, we should get a few weeks out of them. But then we stop! Okay?"
"Okay, by me," he said, "but I would love one now though!" He checked the time, and found it was nearly ten minutes to nine. "We've got time, but I don't wanna smoke here, too many people around. Let's go around the back to the car park."
They found a spot where they had some privacy between a wall and some bushes, and were soon enjoying a cigarette each. Dan seemed to be nervous, and was shuffling around.
"Calm down matey. Nobody can see us here, and we've got heaps of time yet. We're sweet."
"But we haven't got a lot of time babe. We need to buy snacks remember, and I need to pee as well. This cool breeze is making me need to go!"
"So? Use your nappy. That's why you're wearing one. Mine's already a bit wet." She was grinning at him. "I mustn't been leaking a bit, and I did a pre-emptive strike while Cassie was getting my smokes! I thought that's why we were drinking so much, so we could wet in the movies, like you said you wanted to."
"I do wanna wet in my diaper watching the movie Ames. But I don't wanna like flood it and cause a leak because I'm sitting down. If I fill it now, I'll probably end up on a wet chair by the time the movies over."
"You've gotta start trusting these tape ons mate. Yes, I know I said that about the Molicare pull up, and that leaked on you at my place, but if you've got those bottom tapes on properly, it'll be fine, sitting down or not. These easily handle at least two wettings with no problems at all."
He still looked doubtful about it though, but she pressed her point.
"If you do a pre-emptive strike now, while you're standing up, it'll mostly soak into the front and crotch part. But the back will mostly stay dry. You'll be able to do another wee inside, and it'll soak the back of your nappy then. Just don't like flood it and like totally piss yourself all at once when you're sitting down. Lots of slow, little dribbles is the key."
She checked the time as she put her cigarette out. "Anyway, it's five to nine. By the time we get our drinks and stuff, it'll be starting, so you don't have a lot of time to go to the toilet, get your pants, onesie, and diaper off, pee, then muck about getting dressed again. Then, you've gotta remember that you're wearing a nappy you've worn before, and the tapes are already dodgy. If you undo them, and they won't do up again, you'll be in trouble. You'll definitely leak, particularly if you had an actual accident! You really should just pee now!"
The decision was just about out of his hands by now anyway. The large fluid intake he'd been putting himself through, combined with the cool breeze he was feeling, was having an adverse effect on his abilities to hold on. He hadn't leaked yet, but by now, he was genuinely desperate. He was starting to realise that even if he did try to make it to the toilet, he would probably have a real accident before he made it, and would potentially flood himself. Suddenly, a controlled, pre-emptive strike, seemed to be his safest option.
Plus, he really wanted to wet his nappy just for fun anyway.
"You're right. I'm gonna do it! Hold my hand as we're walking, and I'll give it a squeeze every time I do a wee."
She took his hand, but before they started walking, he bent down and kissed her. As he kissed, his hand tightened on hers for a few seconds, then loosened.
Amy felt a different moisture between her legs. The thought of her boyfriend wetting himself while they kissed was incredibly hot for her.
They walked back to the cinema, and as they went through the crowd, Dans grip would tighten for a couple of seconds, then relax. On, off. On, off. She didn't know how he could keep doing little dribbles but not lose control completely. When she did a pre-emptive, the best that she couldn't hope for was a slow, continuous stream. Once she started relaxing, there was no stopping her bladder from emptying entirely.
As they lined up for their snacks, his hand suddenly tensed quite firmly around hers, and this time it stayed tense. He gripped her hand firmly for about fifteen seconds, and she smiled at him, knowing he'd finally lost control and was standing beside her in a crowded snack line, wetting himself completely. He smiled back, but his smile was kind of watery, and he looked worried.
But his expression changed to one of delight when he felt Amys hand tighten against his. His girlfriend was doing the same thing. They were both wetting their nappies surrounded by other people. It was kind of a surreal feeling.
By the time they bought their popcorn and a large drink each, they had finished emptying their bladders. Amy picked her large Coke up, and gave a "cheers" gesture to Dan, simply saying, "Here's to round two."
The cinema wasn't packed, and they took their seats where there wasn't anyone sitting directly around them. The nearest other patrons were a couple of rows in front and behind, and nobody else was in their row.
Amy entered their row first, and put her drink in the holder before she sat down. Just before her bum hit the seat, she subtly swept her hand underneath her, and pulled her dress up and out of the way, placing her uncovered diaper onto the chair as she sat down. Dan wished that he could pull his pants down that easily, but that was impossible, so he waited for her, passed her their popcorn, then plonked down beside her, just as the lights started dimming.
"That was incredibly hot, Catholic girl. How do you feel?"
She wiggled her bum a bit. "Squishy," she replied with a grin.
He put his arm around her, she lay her head on his shoulder, and they settled in to watch the movie.
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Chapter 33:
Dan kept his right arm draped around his girlfriends shoulders. During the first hour of the movie, she grabbed his hand on two occasions, gently squeezing it, letting him know that she was peeing, although both occasions were only brief.
It only took thirty minutes for Dan to start feeling full again, although not entirely desperate. He was unsure of what to do, or how long to hold on for. He had been looking forward to wetting his nappy at the movies for some time, and he was excited to finally get the chance, but, as he had told Amy, he didn't want to flood himself and cause a leak, especially since his diaper was already wet.
The thought of walking out of the cinema with a wet bum, then getting into his mothers car afterwards, was just too horrible to contemplate.
But the problem was how long to hold for. If he tried to hold on for too long, he'd no doubt lose all control and thoroughly soak himself. But if he did a pre-emptive strike too early, he'd only end up needing to pee again, and then he'd be faced with the same problem again.
At the one hour mark, after Amy had indicated that she had wet herself for the second time since the movie had started, and the third time since they had left home, not even counting her unfelt leaks, she whispered in his ear.
"You gonna pee or not, Catholic boy?"
"I guess so," he replied. "I think I'm ready."
The next thing he knew, Amys left hand had slid into his lap. He tensed up at first, but she whispered "Relax and go" in his ear. Her hand found its way into his crotch, fingers pointing down between his legs, and she took a soft, but firm grip on his penis through his pants and diaper.
At first he thought he may start having an erection, but the shock proved to be all the stimulus he needed. Without making any conscious effort to let go, he started having a real accident. He gripped her right shoulder with his hand, letting her know he had leaked, and he battled to regain control again.
He managed to, but only after peeing for a good five seconds or so. His backside shifted in his seat, as he felt the hot wetness covering his genitals, and run down between his legs towards his bum. Opening his legs a bit wider allowed the urine to be absorbed faster and more easily, and he was relieved to feel it soaking into his padding without any apparent leaks.
Amy left her hand where it was, and Dan made no effort to make her shift it either. But now the floodgates had been breached, there was no way he could stop. Yes, he could kind of restrict the flow a bit, but he had no chance of actually stopping it.
Quite simply, he was past the point of no return now, and all he could do was hope to slow the flood enough to keep his pants dry. It took every fibre of his control to hold back the flow, and even then, he was dribbling almost constantly.
Again, he relaxed his control muscles, and again, hot pee erupted out of him. Again, he clamped down on those same muscles, and again, the most he could do was restrict himself to dribbling, but the effort was monumental.
But at least it seemed to be working. His diaper was handling the punishment it was getting, although it felt like it was swelling up like a balloon. By now, his backside felt all wet, but, between squirts and dribbles, the wetness was slowly being drawn away. It took over a minute, but eventually his bladder was empty, or near enough to empty that he could regain control again.
He kept wondering what Amy was feeling.
For her part, she didn't really feel a lot. Dans pants stopped her from really feeling any heat, and although she though she may have felt his diaper swelling, she just couldn't be sure. But the way he kept squeezing her shoulder was enough to tell her that he was wetting himself quite heavily beside her.
By the time he'd appeared to finish, she could feel his penis had gone rock hard, and was pressing against her hand through his pants and sodden nappy.
When he finished, he rubbed his other hand between his legs, and under his butt, feeling for any tell tale wet spots, but found none. Kissing her cheek in the darkness, he settled back to enjoy the movie, leaving her hand sitting on the top of his stiff boyhood.
Then, after a moment had passed, he felt her grip on his pants start to tighten. She ducked her head, and removed her hand from his lap, and gripped his wrist that was sitting on her shoulder. She removed his arm, and guided his right hand into her own lap.
Pulling up her dress in the front, she guided his hand into her own lap, pressing it onto the front of her own stocking covered diaper. Dans eyes never left the screen, but his hand found itself suddenly placed on fine mesh of her black pantyhose, that were stretched tightly across her swollen protection.
Suddenly, his hand got warmer, and he felt her diaper swelling even more beneath his grasp. His fingers were touching the stockinged top of her upper thigh, and then he was aware of just a touch of moisture trickling out of her nappy.
That was to much for him to bear. His left hand grabbed at his crotch, and his body shuddered. Although he had found climax in the shower only hours ago, he again reached the heights of pleasure in his wet diaper.
Thankfully, he was able to control his breathing and verbalisation. He didn't moan, gasp, or groan. His body had stiffened momentarily, but not enough to draw any attention to himself. Amys almost silent giggle was the only indication that anyone else knew what he had just done, and he really didn't mind that she knew. When he had orgasmed in his diaper in front of her for the first time, he had thought that he may just die of embarrassment. But now, he knew that she had deliberately led him towards it, and he actually kind of liked the fact that she knew what sort of effect that she had on him.
Breathing quickly but quietly, he just slipped his arm around her shoulders again, and they settled in to watch the end of the film.
The lights eventually came on, and the credits were rolling. Neither of them made any effort to move right away, instead, they waited until the rest of the patrons were at least on the way out.
Dan stood first, and again rubbed his hand over his backpack and inner thighs. This time, he found a small wet patch between his legs, just where his left leg guard was, but it was only small, and would be virtually unnoticeable. He watched Amy as she stood up, and, seeing him looking at her, she quickly lifted the front of her dress, flashing him a glimpse of what he had been touching and squeezing earlier.
When they left, they had no problem finding Sue. She was parked on a loading zone directly out the front, waiting for them.
Dan got in the front, Amy in the back, and off they went.
Sue asked, "So guys, how was the movie?"
Dan answered with complete honesty. "I think I enjoyed that more than any other movie I've ever been to mum!" |
Chapter 34:
When they got home, Amy excused herself at once and went to change. Dan tried to as well, but was stopped by his mother.
"So how did you go Danny? Did you, uh, have any problems?"
She didn't really expect a straight answer from him. He had always been very reluctant when it came to talking about his problems. If he answered that sort of question at all, it would usually just be a red faced grunt, and a muttered excuse about needing to change. So she was surprised when he answered openly and honestly.
"Yeah mum. I wet myself. A lot actually, more than a leak, I had a big accident. I had a big Coke and a refill at McDonald's first, then we were running a bit late, so I didn't go to the loo like I probably should have. But I didn't really feel like I needed to go when we went in, you know? I know I should have tried, but I'm wearing my onesie and a big tape on, and it would've been a hassle taking it off just to try, so I sorta got a bit lazy I guess. But near the end of the movie, I got desperate real quick, and then something happened that made me jump a bit, and I kinda wet myself. I was able to sorta slow it down, but I couldn't stop. But these big nappies work really well, thank goodness."
"Did you leak at all mate?"
"I think I might've mum. I reckon my onesie will be a bit wet down there. I wanna go and change now."
As he ran upstairs, Sue shook her head in amazement. His new friendship with Amy was definitely doing him the world of good. He was really starting to come out of his shell a lot more, she thought. Only a few weeks ago he wouldn't even talk about it, even if he woke up with wet pyjamas and sheets, he couldn't bring himself to to say anything outright, but just sort of hint that he needed a shower or to "make" his bed.
To have him not only admit that he'd had an accident, but also to tell her all about it, just never happened. It was obviously Amys doing, she decided. His little girlfriend must be teaching him that it's okay to talk about what he referred to as "stuff" when it happened. She was very happy for both of them, that they had found somebody who they could talk too. Their friendship was having such a good influence on her little boy.
Inside his room, he inspected himself in front of his mirror. He couldn't see any wet spots, but there was definitely a tiny one between his legs. He took off his shoes, shirt, and jeans. The onesie didn't appear wet as he stood there, but when he put his hand between his legs to undo the snaps, it felt wet. He unclipped them, and let the crotch flap hang down. Yep. It was soaked, and had a yellowish tinge to it. He pulled it over his head, and stood on his socks one at a time to pull them off as well, watching his reflection as he did so. His nappy was obviously saturated. It was hanging loose from his hips, where one of the tapes had come undone, and it was very discoloured. Spinning around, he saw how it was very puffy and sagging down under his bum.
Normally, he would just wipe himself down, but after his other explosion, he decided to have a quick shower. He felt kind of dirty, and wanted to wash his diaper area thoroughly. He also needed to pee again, and he could do that in the shower.
When he was dry, he put on another tape up, some fresh white ankle socks, and his Spider-Man pyjamas, and went downstairs, where he found his mother and Amy sitting in the lounge room chatting happily. Amys hair was wet, indicating that she too had showered, and she was wearing her footie pyjamas again, with her feet drawn up beneath her, and her teddy bear on her lap.
The transformation was incredible. Only half an hour ago, wearing her black dress and matching stockings, with her hair and makeup done, she had looked perhaps three years older than him. Now, she could be three years younger. The diaper sticking out of the waistband of her footies, right where her teddy bear was sitting, probably helped with that impression.
Amy was telling Sue about the movie, but when she asked him what his thoughts on a certain scene were, he realised that he couldn't remember it. As a matter of fact, the last hour of the movie was a blur. He had enjoyed the big shoot out at the end, but just couldn't recall what had led up to it.
"Yeah," he mumbled, "That was pretty cool....Mum, can I make us all a cup of tea?"
"I dunno Danny. Do you think that's wise? You know what drinking tea before you go to bed will do."
A guilty look crossed his face. "Yeah, I do, but I don't think it'll matter tonight. I probably drank way too much Coke as it is. I'm pretty sure I'll end up wet anyway."
"Ok mate. As long as you're aware of the risks. Just don't get grumpy in the morning, alright?"
"Thanks mum," he said, before padding out to the kitchen where he made three cups of tea. It felt sort of weird to be discussing the possibility of him wetting the bed with his mother, especially in front of his girlfriend.
When he was out of earshot, Sue turned to Amy. "I can't believe how much more open Dan has become since he met you! He'd never talk to me about his accidents or bed wetting before! Now, he doesn't seem to mind so much. Tell me sweetie, what did you do?"
"Well, Mrs Ja...,Sue, nothing really. I guess I'm just used to being a lot more open with my own stuff and talking to my mummy about it. I guess Dans just realising that by not talking about it, won't make it go away or anything. He's probably just getting used to the way I handle it, I guess. I mean my incontinence is a lot worse than his, and I can't just pretend it doesn't happen. I haveta just sorta deal with it, ya know? I've like been kinda to try and get Danny to see it the same way I guess."
Sue shook her head in wonder. The girl sitting opposite her was such an enigma. A few hours ago she had looked like a young adult, now, with her little kiddie pyjamas and her teddy bear she looked like a child. She sounded so much like a teenager in the way she spoke, abbreviating her words and clipping her sentences, but, even with her manner of speech, she still came across as sincere, and mature beyond her years. Sue couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her, growing up without a father, and suffering from an embarrassing condition like incontinence to boot. It was no wonder that she seemed so "age neutral" at times. Her incontinence must make her feel like a baby at times, yet she had to deal with it like an adult, but still fit in with her peers. Sue was surprised that she handled it so well.
"Well, all I can say young lady, is you're a marvel. You appear to have helped Danny no end, and I'm very glad that you can get through to him. Lord knows, I've tried, but it's not the sort of thing a teenage boy can talk about with his mum, I guess."
Their conversation was halted by Dans entrance, walking slowly as he carried three steaming cups of tea, trying his hardest not to spill them. When he handed them out, the talk turned to their future plans.
"Well," Amy said, "Mum sent me a message, and she'll be here about eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, so I don't think that we'll have much time for anything tomorrow."
Dans face fell. He'd been looking forward to spending the full day with her, but apparently that wasn't going to happen.
"Sorry Danny," Amy said. "But mum wants me home to do some chores. I got away without doing anything last weekend, so she won't let me skip them again!"
Sue piped in as well. "The same goes for you Dan. You didn't get anything done last week, and I've given you extra pocket money this week already, and if you two go to Adventure World next weekend, I'll no doubt end up paying for that as well. Tomorrow arvo, you can do a bit of work and earn it! I know my car needs a wash...."
He grumbled a bit, but accepted his mothers request. He was a good boy about earning his allowance, and rarely complained, at least not much, about earning his money. The theme park trip wouldn't be cheap, so he'd need the extra cash.
"Anyway, your dads back on Wednesday, so maybe Sonia and Amy might like to come around for a barbecue? Pete hasn't seen Son for years, and he'd love to catch up! We all used to get up to so much trouble, back in the day!"
"Mum! Really? I don't need to know about that! But what do ya reckon Ames? Barbecue on Wednesday?"
"Well I'd sure like to! I'll ask mum. If she says yes, then of course we're in!"
They finished their tea, and the kids retreated again to the theatre room. Once inside, Dan motioned for Amy to lay on the couch, which she did, holding her legs back, allowing him a spot to sit, before putting her feet in his lap, assuming their favourite position without further instructions.
Without further ado, Dan grabbed both of her feet, comfortably enclosed in her footie pyjamas, and started massaging them.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "That feels soooo good Dan, don't stop!"
He grinned. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon."
He just loved rubbing her feet, and she obviously enjoyed it as well. For the next few minutes, they just enjoyed the close, physical contact that a foot rub provided.
Dan was the first to speak. "Ames, what we did at the movie tonight, wow, just wow. That was just incredible. I mean, we like touched each other. You had your hand down there when I peed. Then I was touching your nappy while you did. That was like totally sick! You do know what that did to me, don't you?"
"I've got a pretty good idea, Catholic boy!"
He blushed. "I hadta have a shower. I couldn't believe it!" He paused, "But Ames, what're we doing? We've had this sorta talk before, and we agreed we weren't ready for like having sex or anything, but what we did tonight, like touching and everything, it's like really close to that, isn't it?"
"I guess it is Danny. In a way I suppose. But I still feel the same way though. I love you, with all my heart, but we're only kids, I don't think either of us are ready for the real thing yet. But what we do is fun. You gotta admit that! We're not hurting anybody, and we're not technically like having sex or anything. The thing is, I really like doing naughty stuff with you, and I'm pretty sure you feel the same. If we're not crossing any lines, does it matter? Really? Does it? I know that we're only kids Dan, and I don't wanna get into trouble, but if we can have fun without hurting one another, and the grown ups don't find out of course, are we being that bad? It's kinda the same as when we smoke, isn't it? Our pairs would chuck a fit, but at the end of the day, it's only us that we have to think about. I mean, we both know how babies are made, and I sure don't wanna go down that path, but, we're both old enough to know what we like as well. Are we being really bad by doing it?"
He pondered this. It was a fresh way of thinking that he hadn't considered. "I guess not babe. I know I love you so much, and I love the stuff we do. You make my wetting stuff seem like it isn't a big deal, and I actually enjoy doing it with you. It's just I get so turned on sometimes! Just being with you gets me worked up! And when we play our games, it's just so hot!"
He paused, collecting his thoughts, "But I guess I get a bit scared as well. I think it's because every time we cross a line, I like it so much, I kinda want to cross the next one, ya know? Every time I think we've peaked, we go higher. And I've gotta be honest, it's not easy knowing where to like draw a line or anything. Where do we stop exactly?"
"I think we stop somewhere here Danny. I feel the same. I don't want to go all the way, but it just seems like really exciting, doesn't it? You tell me. What should we do next?"
"I can answer that babe. Next, I give you the best foot rub in the world. That's it."
At 1am, Sue got up from the lounge to go to bed. She hadn't heard a peep from the kids for ages, so she stopped in to check on them.
Amy, was laying back on the couch, holding her teddy bear, her pants hanging down a bit, exposing her nappy, and her thumb in her mouth. Her stockinged feet were on Dans lap.
He was fast asleep as well, one hand on Amys left foot, the other one clasped in his lap. The TV was still on, but both kids were dead to the world.
She gently shook Dans shoulder, and he jerked awake. She then grabbed Amys ankle, and shook her leg, until she too, woke up.
Both kids virtually slid off the couch, and into their beds, hardly staying awake long enough to get in properly.
Sue thought of waking them up enough to ask them to go to the toilet first, but realising that they were both thickly diapered, and more than likely wet already, she just switched the light off, and left them to sleep. |
Chapter 35:
Dan woke up at around 3:30, although he never checked the time to confirm it. He didn't really remember getting into bed. His last memory was massaging Amys feet as they watched television, and she was starting to doze off. Now, his bladder was very full, and while he was right on the verge of peeing, his diaper was still dry.
Under normal circumstances, he would have made every effort possible to keep it dry. He liked being able to tell his mother that he had gone all night without wetting himself. But this particular night, he was exhausted. Neither of the kids had used any sunscreen at the beach, and although it had been only a mild Autumn day, he had gotten slightly sunburnt. This, combined with all their running around, the nervousness attached to nearly getting beaten up, followed by his heart to heart talks with both Troy and Amy, on top of their late night that was riddled with pent up sexual tension, had left the boy physically and emotionally drained. Frankly speaking, he just couldn't be bothered getting up.
This wasn't the first time that he'd ever deliberately used his diaper in bed instead of getting up, but it was probably the first time that he'd ever chosen the option of using a diaper that was still dry to start with. Sometimes he had woken up already wet, so he just hadn't bothered making an effort, and sometimes he had woken up dry, but right on the absolute brink of peeing, and he knew that he wouldn't make it to the toilet however hard he tried. On these occasions, he had just given up and let go, but this time, he knew in the back of his mind that he could make it if he wanted to.
Instead, he chose to roll onto his back, spread his legs apart, and just let go. After his bladder had emptied, he wriggled his butt around in the warm squishiness for a couple of seconds, then fell asleep again almost instantly.
Amy, on the other hand, didn't wake up at all. Her nappy was already wet when she had climbed into bed, but she hadn't noticed. While she slept, her right thumb found its way into her mouth, and her bladder emptied itself without her knowledge. Neither of them would ever know, but in fact they were both wetting themselves at the same time.
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Before falling asleep, they had decided to get up earlier than usual. Sonia was due at eleven, and they needed to have the air beds deflated, folded, and ready to go. They also wanted to go for a walk to the park and sneak in one last cigarette before Amy had to leave, so they had set the alarm function on her phone to go off at 8:30.
When the strident electronic beeping started, it woke them both immediately. Amy, more than half asleep still, had to fumble with it for a few seconds before she could switch it off. In the meantime, Danny yawned and stretched, before propping himself up on his elbows. His brown hair was all mussed up, and long enough to be sitting on the collar of his Spider-Man pyjamas.
Yawning again, he smiled at her. "Morning Catholic girl," he said.
Sighing with relief as she finally managed to silence her alarm, she yawned as well. "Morning Catholic boy," she replied. Slipping her hand back under the sheets, she quickly added an expletive to her greeting.
"Whassup baby?" He said, yawning again.
"I'll tell you what's up. I've got a wet bum! My bloody diaper must've leaked. Ah shit!" She continued feeling around under the blankets, "Aw Danny, my sheets are all wet too! Fuck it."
"So? Why are you so upset? It's nothing we haven't seen before babes."
"Yeah, but now I've gotta tell your mum I've wet the bed. She'll probably get mad or something."
Dan laughed gently. "Don't be silly sweetie. My mums like your mum. She's been dealing with wet sheets for fourteen bloody years! She won't mind, honestly. We've gotta put them in the wash anyway, mine as well, so we'll just do it ourselves. She won't even know they were wet."
He put his hand under his own blankets. "Hang on, let me check mine. My diapers wet as well. I might've leaked with you. Let me feel......" Performing the same hand inspection as her, he found nothing incriminating. "Nope! Beds okay, but I'm pretty wet though." He grinned at her. "I'll tell ya a secret, I woke up dry, but just wet on purpose. I couldn't be bothered getting up."
"Well bully for you Daniel," she snapped angrily, "you peed on purpose and stayed in a dry bed, I pee in my sleep and wake up wet. Really fair."
He suddenly realised just how upset she was. He spoke sheepishly, "Ames, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to like rub it in or nothing, don't be upset. We'll just wash the sheets, and nobody will mind. Promise."
Amy sighed, "Oh I'm sorry too Dan. I don't want to be grumpy about it. I guess I know it's not such a big deal, it's just like, this is my first ever sleepover away from home, ya know? I'm the same as you, I've never done one cause I've always been so scared of wetting the bed, and even though I know your mum won't mind, it's still like just another reminder of how fucked up I am. I just wanna do stuff other kids do, and even wearing a good nappy, I still get piss everywhere. It's so unfair! These hardly ever leak at home, in my own bed, but as soon as I sleep away, Bam! Wet bed. I just freaking hate it."
"Well, it's too late to be getting upset now babe. You might as well accept it. Come on, pull the sheets off, let's check the damage."
Still laying on her back, she took a deep breath, and ripped the top sheet and doona completely off in one go, closing her eyes tight as she did so.
"Go on. Tell me. How bad is it?"
She was laying on her back, legs spread wide on the pink sheet. Between her thighs was a wet patch, which wasn't overly large, but extremely noticeable on the pink cotton. The inside thighs of her bright red footie pyjamas were a much darker shade as well.
Dans first thoughts were ones of arousal. The sight of her laying there, diaper sticking out of her wet pants, with a dark wet pink patch between her spread legs was extremely erotic for him. His stiffening member was poking at the front of his own wet nappy.
"Um, it's not too bad really, but yes, you are wet." He cleared his throat, "You look kinda cute though...."
This actually bought a smile to her face. She giggled. "You are an idiot Daniel, you know that, right?"
"That's me," he agreed, "an idiot. So come on, let's strip these beds down. I'll get these sheets in the wash before mum gets up."
Feeling more cheerful again, Amy bounced up, and turned around on her hands and knees to untuck the bottom sheet, and undo the plug to let the air out of the mattress. Her bum was up in the air as she bent over, and Dan couldn't take his eyes off the wet patch that spread across her cheeks, turning the bright red fleece a darker shade of maroon.
He couldn't help himself. He crawled over behind her, and put his hand on her wet backside, causing her to jump.
"Danny!" She squealed in shock, nearly tumbling off the end of the bed. But he caught her in time, and they fell beside each other on the mattress. She was about to berate him, but he grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it towards his own. Realising what was happening, she didn't pull away, but helped him by leaning in instead.
Their lips locked together, and their tongues automatically slipped through their lips, rolling around each other's, tasting the saliva of each other's mouths. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and as they kissed, they rubbed their bodies together, just like their tongues.
Dan let his right hand slide down her back, and over her buttocks, where he suddenly had a handful of warm, wet, fleece. He squeezed gently, feeling her sodden diaper squish beneath her pants, and felt the wet patch grow larger as he squeezed more moisture out of her leaky diaper.
She in turn grabbed at his backside, and even though his pyjamas were dry, she could feel his own wet nappy being squashed underneath her grip.
They were grinding against each other, kissing their lips, chins, faces, and necks. Amy found her other hand on Dans chest somehow, and could feel his little nipples stiffen under her touch.
Dan was about to follow her lead, he had one hand on her flat stomach, slowly reaching its way upward, towards the forbidden zone of her breasts, when the sound of a door closing upstairs, followed by descending footsteps bought them to their senses,
Quickly, the kids jumped away from each other, and were busily stripping their beds down when Sue arrived at the door.
"Good morning guys. How did you sleep?"
"Good thanks mum," Dan replied perhaps a touch too cheerfully, although Sue didn't appear to notice.
Amys voice on the other hand sounded a bit wavery. "Mrs Jacobs, I'm so sorry, but I wet the bed. I'll clean it up, I promise. I must've leaked last night."
Seeing Amys wet pants, Sue hurried across the room to her, and wrapped her in a hug. "Oh Amy, sweetie, don't get upset! It's not the first wet bed we've ever had in the house, is it Danny?" Dan just guiltily nodded. "Here, let me do this, you go and get changed, then bring your pyjamas out, and we'll wash them with the sheets. I'll put them in the dryer, and they'll be as good as new when your mum gets here, alright?"
Amy just nodded, managing to look suitably miserable at the same time. She waddled out of the room towards the bathroom.
"C'mon Dan. Let's get these sheets in the wash."
Dan was happy to turn around to deal with his own bedding.
It gave him a chance to hide his erection from his mother. |
Chapter 36:
After Amy had left the room, Sue spoke softly to her son. "What about your bed mate? Is it wet?"
"No mum. I'm a bit wet, but I didn't leak though."
"That's good. Look, I'll put all the sheets in the wash, and get you to put your clothes from last night, and your PJ's in as well, okay?"
"But my PJ's are still dry though!"
"Danny! You've worn them for two nights in a row over a wet nappy! I'd be surprised if they didn't walk to the laundry by themselves! I'm sure they must be starting to smell a bit by now."
So with the beds stripped, he went upstairs to change. Even though he was wet, he decided against a shower, opting to just wipe himself clean with a wet cloth instead. He'd showered twice the previous night, and his mother expected him to do some yard work and stuff later, so he'd have a shower in the evening instead. When he pulled his pants off, he held them up to his nose and sniffed them, quickly pulling his face away when he realised that his mother was indeed correct, they did smell a bit.
Freshly cleaned, he started to get dressed. As he was planning on spending the day at home, he decided on foregoing his diaper, choosing to wear briefs instead. However, with the risk of an accident being ever present, he carefully selected what pants to wear, eventually settling on silky black sweat pants. He took his white ankle socks off, deciding on his flip flops over shoes, and chose a grey Adidas t-shirt to go with them. He knew he'd be getting dirty during the day, so he'd selected his oldest clothes to wear.
His longish hair took a bit of work to comb, then he peed, brushed his teeth, and went downstairs. He was a bit surprised to see Amy already dressed, wearing her pink sweat pants and a white top with shoulder straps, and embroidered roses on the front. She was barefoot, and her hair was tied back into a ponytail.
"You didn't shower either then?"
"Nah," she replied, "no point if I'm going home to do gardening, is there?"
He grinned. "My thoughts exactly! It can wait till later, eh?"
"I worked out why I'd leaked though," she admitted, "it was my fault. I didn't do one of the leg tapes up properly, and it came undone, so the leak guards couldn't work. I'm a bit annoyed at myself, I really should know better by now."
"Ah well babe, accidents happen. But I told ya not to stress, I knew my mum would be cool."
Her smile faltered ever so slightly. "Yeah, I know. But it still sucks though. I mean, I kinda like you seeing me in wet pants, but not anyone else. Anyway, your mums making brekky. Give me a hand to fold these beds up."
Ten minutes later, the beds were folded, and Amys two bags were packed, with the exception of her pyjamas which were still being washed.
Sue served breakfast. Poached eggs for Dan, and muesli with soy milk for Amy, which had been purchased especially for her.
When Dan took their empty plates back into the kitchen, Sue pulled him aside, asking him quietly, "How are your supplies going sweetheart, still got some?"
"I was gonna tell you later mum, but I'm running out. I've still got a few of the big pull ups left, but only one tape up. I need Goodnights for school as well."
"Geez, already? I only bought you Goodnights last week, remember?"
"I know mum. But me and Amy wore them to the beach. We thought they wouldn't be as noticeable under our shorts, so we used a couple then."
Sue sighed. "It's Amy and I, mate. I don't mind, but I wish you had of told me. I could've bought them yesterday. But anyway, good news, I checked the online tracking, and your big boxes of grown up stuff should arrive tomorrow. I'll get you the Goodnights later, okay?"
She didn't add the fact that she was surprised that they were now sharing diapers. She understood that what he said made sense, but not only was it so out of character for him to be openly discussing his protection, now he was sharing them? Weirder and weirder, she thought.
"It's okay mum. I've still got enough for a few days. I'm not gonna wear one today, cause I'm just like staying home and stuff."
"Alright mate. Just be careful, okay?"
He agreed that he would, then went back to his girlfriend. By now it was well after nine o'clock, and they wanted to go for a walk and a smoke before Sonia arrived. Dan went to the toilet again, just in case, while Amy grabbed her purse, and they put their feet into their flip flops, and headed off.
Of course they started holding hands as soon as the door had closed behind them, and they just started chatting away about next weekends adventure, at the aptly named Adventure World. Dan had been there a few times in the past, so he filled Amy in on what she could expect. They both agreed that wearing a diaper at first, and getting the dry rides out of the way was probably a good idea, then they could remove their nappies, get wet, and not worry about using the toilets again. Of course, drinking heaps of fluids was a given.
First stop was the shop, where they bought some tic tacs to cleanse their breath with, then they found a park with an empty playground where they could smoke in concealed safety.
As they smoked, Amy asked, "So, you must have a Goodnight on then? You don't look puffy at all." She briefly pulled the waistband of her sweatpants down, revealing the top of a Molicare pull up. "I went with one of these," she explained.
"Actually, I'm not wearing any protection at all, just my undies," he replied, "I don't wear diapers if I'm at home during the day. I can hold on long enough to make it to the loo at home."
"But what about now? It'd take us fifteen minutes to get home if you needed to go?"
"Yeah, but it only gets like really urgent when we're playing our holding and drinking games. Days like now, when I haven't been trying to drink as much as possible, are a lot easier for me to hold on. Besides, I've peed twice since I woke up, and I've only had one glass of milk, so even I can hold on for that long if I need to. Anyway, the worst that would happen would be I might leak a bit, and these silky pants would hide it alright. They've saved me before, a few times actually."
They steered clear of discussing their wettings in any detail, and avoided any mention of their hot and heavy make out session earlier. Somehow, they felt that the moment and mood wasn't right, so they stuck with topics like school and music instead.
When they finished their cigarettes, Amy stuffed the pack into the bottom of her purse, declaring, "Well that's it for smoking until next weekend. It's time to start being more careful about how much we do it!" Dan agreed, so they popped some mints into their mouths, and walked back home again.
They arrived home at 10:30, but found Sonia's car in the driveway when they got there. Their mothers were drinking coffee at the table, and turned when the kids came in. Like Dan the week before, Amy was secretly overjoyed at the sight of her mother, as she wasn't used to being away from her for so long.
She squealed "Mummy!" Running to throw her arms around Sonia's neck. "What're you doing here so early? I wasn't expecting you till eleven!"
"We got back early sweetie. I didn't want to hang around. Honestly, I'd had enough of Ian by then."
Amy looked concerned, "Why mum? Is everything all right?"
Sonia laughed. "Yes, it's all good, but I just don't think we're suited to each other. I kind of suspected it, but now I know. I think that staying friends is good enough for us."
Amy tried to extract more information from her mother, but Sonia wouldn't go into details. While she didn't seem upset or anything, it was obvious that she just wanted to go home. Sue had already packed Amys freshly washed pyjamas into her bag, so they were ready to go.
Sonia did agree to bring her daughter around on Wednesday for a barbecue, so at least that was something. The kids risked a very chaste goodbye kiss in front of their parents, then the visitors left.
Seeing how sad her son was looking, Sue decided to put him to work straight away, more to prevent him from just moping around than anything else. He was given a list of four tasks. Mow the lawn, weed the flower bed, wash the car, and clean his room. In exchange for his services, Sue would give him his regular allowance, and enough of a bonus to fund his entry fee to the amusement park. It was suggested that he start with his room. Sue would make them some lunch, then he could go outside and get dirty with his gardening chores.
Cleaning his room didn't take long, as it was fairly tidy, especially considering that a teenage boy lived in it. He changed his sheets, (something he was used to) picked up some loose clothing that hadn't needed washing, and removed the ever present cup, glass, and plate that always seemed to just magically appear. After opening the windows to air it out, he went down for lunch.
Over his meal of sandwiches and milk, he began to formulate a plan. Amy may be gone, but he could still have his own, private holding contest. It would be interesting. He'd be spending the day outside, so he could always pee in the backyard if he got too desperate.
After lunch, he tackled the lawn. Thanks to their backyard pool, decking, and paving, their back lawn was only small. The front lawn ran the width of the house, and down one side, but it wasn't very wide. He could mow it all in less than an hour.
Before filling the mower up, he turned the hose on, and made sure he drank long and deep. He had been mowing the lawn for the past two years. As his father was away so often, it had been decided that it was a perfect job for Dan to do during his absence. Dan actually enjoyed doing it, as it seemed a very grown up job to do. Almost dangerous somehow.
The back lawn only took ten minutes, but he made sure to drink enough water afterwards to make it seem like he'd just mowed a local park. As he did the front yard, he made sure to keep drinking as much as he possibly could.
Sue glanced out the window as her son was finishing, slightly annoyed that she'd just caught him mowing the lawn in his flip flops. He hadn't put the catcher on, and his feet and the lower legs of his pants were covered in clippings, but it was his safety she was more concerned with. But before she had a chance to berate him, he had finished.
He turned the hose on to clean the mower, making sure he took another drink. The first minor signs of his bladder filling were now upon him. He didn't NEED to go, but he could do if he wanted to.
The backyard garden bed was next. Not wanting to walk inside with dirty feet, he called out to his mother from the back door, and asked for a bottle of Coke, which she bought to him, taking the chance to chastise him for his lack of footwear whilst using the mower.
Feeling suitably told off, he poured himself a glass out of the half full two litre bottle that his mother had given him, and drank most of it in a series of deep gulps.
It was while he was kneeling in the dirt, that he felt the first proper twinge of a real need. It still wasn't major, so he put it to the back of his mind, and continued pulling weeds. When he stood up for a break ten minutes later, he noticed that while still not urgent, he could now constantly feel it.
This was the stage where he would usually go to the toilet, particularly at school. He gave himself a quick squeeze and adjustment, then finished his glass and continued weeding.
It took him a further half an hour to finish, and by then, he would have considered himself to be at least a seven out of ten on his personal urgency scale. This is what he always thought of as his "danger zone." From here, his undersized bladder could just suddenly reach its capacity, quickly, and with little notice.
He really wanted to see his little experiment through to the end, but he now knew that he had overindulged, and the chances of staying dry until he'd finished washing the car were virtually zero.
Dan debated what to do. The easiest option was to just pee behind the shed. He was allowed to, it was right there, and it would solve all dramas. The next option was basically the same, except it involved washing his feet, then going inside to the toilet. That didn't really make much sense considering the shed was right in front of him.
The third option was the most tempting. Ignore his need, wash the car, and almost definitely wet his pants in the process. He considered trying to perhaps empty half his bladder, and still hold onto some, but he knew that if he did start deliberately peeing, he probably wouldn't be able to stop.
If he did choose to hold, but ended up wetting himself in the process, it wouldn't be the end of the world. He'd probably even get away with it. His accident wouldn't show on his shiny black sweatpants, and he could get himself wet with the hose as he washed the car, then, when finished, he'd have the perfect excuse to have a shower and get changed straight away. It was even warm enough to have a swim in the pool perhaps. He could take his track pants off, and swim in his undies.
Even if his mother did find out that he'd wet himself, it sure wouldn't be the first time, and he could claim he had tried to finish his chores before stopping for a break, resulting in his accident.
"Bugger it," he thought, "I'm gonna do it!"
Sue had moved her car onto the lawn after it had been mowed. She had left out a sponge, detergent and a bucket, and had even set the hose up.
Dan started by hosing the car off. As soon as the water started dripping over his hands, and onto his bare feet, he felt his desperation level kick up yet another notch. The sound of splashing water as he filled the bucket up didn't help at all either.
Starting to feel nervous, he wiped his hand dry, and slipped it inside his pants, massaging his boyhood briefly, while he felt his underwear for leaks. His knees were also keeping themselves pressed closer together now, almost with a mind of their own.
He remained undeterred from his plan however. He took yet another drink from the bottle he'd brought with him, almost draining it. He could feel his penis starting to twitch, and by now he knew that he was going to wet his pants at some stage, the only questions left, were how long would he last, and would he get away with it?
As he started sponging the soapy water across the roof of the car, he wondered about the rationality of his plan. No good could come out of it. Wetting himself in his mothers presence was one of his biggest dislikes. Having to admit that he'd done it again always humiliated him, no matter how kind and understanding that she always was when it happened.
The first major twinge occurred as he scrubbed the hood. He felt like he'd explode, and crossed his legs, bending his knees at the same time. Remembering he was on his front lawn, in full view of his neighbors, made him quickly regain a more normal position.
But as he stood up again, he felt the first leak escape. Acting as subtly as possible, he turned away from the street, and again put his hands down his pants, this time finding a wet spot on his light green briefs. He risked a quick glance down inside his waistband, and saw a wet patch about two inches around had formed.
Dan redoubled his efforts, but had another drink as well. The sensation of cold liquid running down his throat made him twitch again, but this time he didn't leak.
As badly as he needed release, he surprised himself by washing the entire drivers side, and most of the passengers side, before he again felt warmth in his pants. He hadn't even felt his muscles relax that time, in fact, he hadn't felt himself let go at all. If it hadn't been for the sudden warm feeling around his balls, and the trickling sensation making its way down his leg, he wouldn't have been aware of a leak occurring. It certainly didn't take even the slightest pressure off his bursting bladder.
He knelt down to scrub the alloy wheels. It was the perfect chance to visually examine the state of his pants. But it was as he'd expected, the silky looking fabric didn't show off any wetness at all. He was kneeling on wet grass, and even when he stood up, the lower legs of his pants, which had been pressed onto the wet lawn, didn't look any different from the rest of the dry parts.
But as he stood up, he leaked, big time. He stood on the spot, legs together, and felt the hot pee running down both of his legs for a solid ten seconds or so.
Somehow he many to regain control, although by now it was far to late. He'd done enough to make it official. He'd wet himself. The only thing was, he felt like he was a long way from finishing. The immediate urgency had gone for now, but his bladder still ached slightly with the built up pressure.
Dan was completely in his own little world by this stage. He was enjoying the feelings of freedom and naughtiness that wetting his pants seemed to provide him with, but he was nervous about being exposed to the entire street as he did it. He was worried able his mother finding out, but at the same time was sexually aroused by what he was doing as well. The mixture of emotions was making his head spin.
"DANNY!"
The sound of his mothers voice jolted him back to reality. His body jerked in shock as he swung his head around, and he felt a fresh jet of pee shoot out.
His mother was waving to him from the driveway. "I'm just popping next door for a cuppa. When you've finished, put your dirty clothes in the washing machine, and have a shower mate. You look filthy!"
His voice cracked a bit on his reply, "I will mum. Nearly finished now." He could feel a warm trickle on his leg as he spoke.
After his mother had disappeared into the neighbors house, he just gave in altogether. Standing beside the car, shielding himself from the street, he stood, legs apart, and let himself go, completely wetting himself as he did so. By the time he'd finished draining the last drops out, he had hot urine flooding out of both his hems, and pouring over the tops of his bare feet. He could feel how wet his legs were, from the inside of his thighs, to the front of his shins. He was saturated.
As much as he enjoyed the release, he wasted no time. Working quickly, he finished washing the car, then packed the hose, bucket, and sponge away in the shed.
Stepping through the back door into the laundry of the empty house, he took his wet, grass stained track pants off, and opened the washing machine lid. He was a bit worried to find it empty. He had hoped to be able to stash his wet stuff under some towels or something. But it couldn't be helped, and he added his t-shirt. Now, standing in only his underpants, he bent forward to look at them. They were light green, and were now completed soaked from the waistband down to the crotch.
Dan would've been embarrassed had his mother seen them, but if he was to be honest with himself, the sight of them sort of excited him. He gave himself a squeeze through the wet cloth, before taking them off, and depositing them in the machine.
With a semi hard penis bouncing around in front of him, he ran naked up the stairs for a shower.
While he was washing, Sue came back home, a large coffee stain on her white blouse. She'd spilled her drink whilst next door, and had come home to wash it immediately before it could stain. Then she would go back to continue her visit.
"It's only me Danny! Where are you?"
She listened for a response, and heard the sound of his upstairs shower running.
Sue shrugged, then went to the laundry, opened the drier, and took out a clean blouse. Opening the washing machine, she was about to drop her soiled top in, but saw her sons grass stained clothes in there, just as she had asked him to do. Deciding that it would be pointless to put her already dirty white silk blouse on top of her sons dirty, grass stained clothes, she pulled them out of the machine, planning on washing her top all by itself before the coffee stain had a chance to settle in.
But as she took his pants out, his sodden green underpants came with them, and hit the tiled floor with a splat. She picked them up, looking at them with concern. It was blatantly obvious that her son had wet his pants again. Further examination of his black sweat pants only confirmed his accident.
She sighed, thinking to herself, "Poor little bugger must've wet himself again. I feel so bad for the kid. I just wish I could do something to help him. I can only imagine just how terrible he must be feeling now."
Sue slipped into her clean top, and went back to the neighbors house, figuring that her son probably wanted to be alone for a while.
She was both right and wrong at the same time.
Her son did want to be alone at the moment, but while he was definitely feeling a few things, terrible wasn't one of them. |
Part 3: Confessions
Chapter 1:
Amy arrived at school on Monday, still unsure of how she was going to tackle what she had come to think of, as "The Nikki Situation." It would have to be handled delicately, but with a degree of firmness as well. Whenever another student outside of her small circle of friends approached her about her incontinence or her diaper wearing, it inevitably went down one of three well trodden paths.
The first path was the easiest one. Simple curiosity. It usually involved a nervous, whispered conversation or questions, wanting to know if the rumours were true, or perhaps how she could cope with it so well. Occasionally, it would devolve into a request to actually see the diaper she was wearing, as if proof was required.
That was when Amy would put a stop to the conversation, sometimes rudely.
The second path was more difficult. Kind curiosity or a desire to help. Apparently some people had a built in desire to offer sympathy and support, and needed her to know that if there was ever anything they could do to help, she only had to ask.
This only made her feel somewhat of an invalid, or an object of pity and unwanted sympathy. She had met a lot of people over the years who seemed to relish the chance to almost look down on her with a forced touch of sadness. These people, she had learned, were the type who would soon be running back to their friends gushing about how they had simply needed to offer their support to the poor little girl with the bladder problems.
The funny thing was, these were among the same people who never once tried to step in if she were being bullied, or just stood back and stared at her in horror if she wet her pants in front of them.
But the third path was the worst one. That was the path that lead to teasing, bullying, humiliation, embarrassment, mockery and just plain nastiness. Unfortunately she had walked that path a few times, and hoped to steer clear of it as much as possible.
But for her to be the one instigating the conversation, she needed to find a new path, one that others had seldom taken with her. She had to offer guidance and support, perhaps some sympathy, but not too much. She would need to ask questions, but not appear nosy. She would try to give help, but not come across as shallow or somehow superior for doing so.
From the sound of what Troy had said, Nikkis accidents had happened before, and if so, she had probably met people walking on the same paths that Amy had.
The fact that the girl was almost a total stranger, whom she had only ever said hello to on a couple of previous occasions wouldn't help to make the conversation go any easier. It would only be even more awkward if Nikki started to head along these aforementioned paths, or, on the other hand, didn't want to talk about it.
Now while Amy was admittedly reluctant to openly discuss her own issues, particularly with other kids who not only didn't, but actually couldn't, understand, she was now keen to at least offer her support. While she felt a bit hypocritical about it, she thought that the difference was, that she could actually understand what the other girl was going through. At least she had experience herself, and unlike others talking to her, she herself may be able to offer some helpful advice, or at least an informed opinion.
So as the girls all milled around in the playground, waiting for the bell to sound, Amy kept looking around, trying to spot the target of her intended talk. All the grade sevens congregated in the same quadrangle, which was outside the block that housed their home rooms. But there were three classes, and over one hundred girls gathered there. Amy did have a slight advantage though, she was at least a year older, and significantly taller than a lot of her fellow students. Most grade sevens were only twelve, with a couple of them still only eleven. There was a percentage of them that would've only been teenagers for a few months, but not many. Amy was now closer to fifteen than fourteen, and had already passed a couple of growth spurts that her classmates hadn't reached. In fact, some of them appeared to have not even reached puberty yet.
It made Amy, with her already big boobs and womanly curves, stand out amongst her peers.
But her height proved to be an advantage now. She picked Nikki out from across the quad, and silently studied her.
Nikki appeared to be one of the younger looking kids. Troy had said that his sister was thirteen, but she looked younger. She was petite, with delicate features. Small of stature and frame, and still with a very flat looking chest, she was smaller than most of the other girls that she was talking to. One of her knee socks was scrunched down, and she had a band aid on her left knee, and wore her pretty blonde hair in braids.
All in all, she was a very young, childish looking kid, and Amy thought that she may just listen to advice if it was given nicely, with genuinely good intentions, from an older, more experienced girl.
She saw Nikkis eyes swivelling around, then alighting on her. They made a brief eye contact, then she quickly looked away. Obviously she had been watching out for Amy, expecting to be broadsided by her at some stage.
The bigger girl considered walking over to her, but Nikkis body language certainly indicated a desire for avoidance ahead of interaction, so she hesitated. Anyway, the bell sounded only moments later, and Nikki quickly picked up her book bag, and walked to her classroom with her friends.
By the time that recess arrived, Amy was aware that although she wasn't exactly busting to pee, she had slightly leaked at least twice, and would need to go to the toilet before class started again.
Amy made her way towards the girls room, keeping an eye out for Nikki, but couldn't spot her anywhere. Abandoning her search, she went in, found an empty stall with nobody occupying an adjacent one, and pulled down her Molicare, making sure she kept it above the gap at the bottom of the walls between the stalls. She relieved herself, and after inspecting her pull up, she found it was still quite dry despite her little leaks.
After pulling her nappy back up, Amy flushed, then went to wash her hands. The bathroom was almost deserted. Amy was the only girl at the sinks, and apart from one other occupied stall, she was alone.
As she washed her hands, she stared at her reflection. There was something on the side of her nose that required attention. A pimple! A big one! How the hell had she missed that earlier this morning? Leaned over the sink, she squeezed it, popped the head, and drained the pus out of it. "How fucking disgusting," she thought. She had just finished "operating" on it, when the sound of a toilet flushing made her step back from the mirror, not wanting to be seen working on a zit.
In the reflection, she saw the cubicle door open, and who should be stepping out, smoothing her dress down, but Nikki.
The younger girl had her eyes down, and had taken a couple of steps before she raised her head up. When she did, the sight of Amy looking at her from the mirrors reflection made her freeze on the spot, jaw slightly agape. Her eyes darted briefly from side to side, almost as if she was going to take flight like a startled deer, but in the end, she just sighed, and then stepped forward to wash her hands, resigning herself to whatever was to come.
Amy was good enough at reading body language to know that this wasn't a positive sign. But she had wanted to talk to the younger girl in private, and for now at least, they were alone. Another opportunity as good as this may not present itself for a while, so she may as well take it, she thought.
"Hi Nikki. It is Nikki, isn't it? We've met before I think. I'm Amy."
She put her hand out toward Nikki, who stood a solid six inches shorter than she did, and had to lift her head to make eye contact.
Nikki sighed again, and shook Amys hand, although with obvious reluctance.
"We haven't met before. Not properly anyway. But yeah, that's me, and yeah, I know who you are."
Amy tried to not lose her equilibrium. "Well you probably know I'm kinda a friend of your brothers, and he wants me to talk to you?"
"Don't bullshit me," she exclaimed with a certain amount of disdain in her voice. "You're not Troys friend, you're just a kid he met. He told me about you, and I'll tell you the same thing I said to him. Mind your own business, okay?"
Amy was taken aback by her response. Out of all the reactions she had anticipated, Nikki getting onto her front foot and acting almost aggressively wasn't one of them. But still, she recognised the familiar desire to tell people to piss off, especially when they were about to initiate a conversation about your wetting, that you simply didn't want to have.
"Hey! Chill Nikki," Amy exclaimed as she raised her open palms in a "warding-off" gesture. "I get it. Trust me, I do. You obviously know where this is going, and you don't want to. Cool, no probs. Consider it dropped."
Without hesitating, Amy turned away, "You're right ya know. I don't know your brother real well, but he seems nice. Me and my boyfriend met him on the weekend, and he was nice to us. Cassie was to. Me and Dan, my guy, have got a couple of problems, like you no doubt already know, anyway. We're both used to putting up with shit, like people we don't know wanting to talk to us."
She gave Nikki a meaningful glare as she said it.
"Anyway, Troy and Cassie helped us, and Troy was so sorry that he didn't do more for Danny when he could've, and now he's worried about you, probably for the same reason. He thinks he failed Dan, and now he's scared that he's failing you as well. I said I'd offer to talk to you, not only cause I really wanted to help, but also because it'd make Troy feel better."
Nikki went to speak, but Amy interrupted her. "Hang on, let me finish here. Now as you know, I've got my own problems, so yours are secondary to mine anyway, at least to me. I don't want that to sound mean or anything, but what I'm saying is that I can sympathise, but I'm not like others. I don't want to make a freak show out of it. I don't want to talk to you like a baby, or try to tell you what to do or anything either."
She noticed that something in Nikkis eyes looked different. The earlier hostility seemed to have disappeared, and she appeared to be actually listening. Deciding to give it one last shot, she forced a smile at the smaller girl. "Hey, it's your call Nikki. I know your brother would feel better if he thought he was helping you. Even if we talk for five minutes, you can tell him we talked, and he'll probably leave you alone."
She winked and smiled. "You know what boys are like! You have to let them think that they're in charge. If he thinks he's helped, he'll be happy! Anyway, I'm sorry to have bothered you, but if you ever do want to talk, and not just about embarrassing stuff, but anything, you can come to me, okay?"
Other girls started to enter the bathroom, putting an end to their privacy, so Amy turned again to leave. As she stepped out the door, she heard Nikki say "Wait!", then grab her on the arm.
"Are you serious? Will you listen to me if I talk to you? Can I like ask you some stuff, and you won't like get mad at me?"
"Course you can Nik. That's all I wanted to suggest. But it's up to you. I'm not gonna try and force you or anything."
Nikki smiled for the first time, "I'd like to talk to you, Amy, well, I sorta would. But I wanta ask you some stuff, and maybe tell you stuff as well, and hear what you think. But you need to promise me something."
"What's that Nik?"
"Well, if I agreed to talk to you, even just to make my big brother feel better, then you'd let me ask you something, and no matter what I tell you, you'll never, ever, repeat it to anyone, especially Troy, alright?"
"Of course I promise. I know that you don't know me, but you know all about my problems. You've gotta believe me, I'd never talk about another kids problems. Ever. At all. If it'll make you feel better, you can ask me something that I'd hate other people knowing, then we'll both have a secret on each other. That should guarantee I don't ever tell on you to anybody!"
Nikki considered this. "But what if you ended up hating me Amy? What if I told you stuff that made you hate me? What if you found out stuff about me that you didn't like? What then? Would you dob on me then?"
"I don't know exactly where this is leading, Nikki. But I guarantee you, whatever you want to tell me, will stay a secret. I can't imagine why you'd think I could hate you, but I promise, even if I did, I'll keep your secrets."
"Alright then. I've sorta wanted to talk to somebody like you for a while. I probably shouldn't trust you, only cause I don't know you of course, but Troy and Cassie seem to really like you a lot. So I will. If you'll listen, and share some stuff with me, I'll talk to you."
It was her turn to wink at Amy, "Besides, it might get Troy off my back for a while. He can be a real shit sometimes."
Amy almost laughed when she heard this little girl describe her big brother with not only the same term, but the same tone of voice that he had used while discussing her.
Nikki was continuing on, "Anyway, thanks for offering. Can we talk at lunchtime maybe? Say on the oval?"
Amy agreed to meet her on the oval after they'd eaten. But she was feeling perplexed.
What in the world could this little girl have to ask or say, that could possibly make her think that Amy would might end up hating her because of it?
It would be an interesting conversation, she thought. |
Chapter 2:
Amy found it difficult to concentrate on her schoolwork. Her mind kept drifting away towards her pending talk with Nikki. Not only was she unsure about what to say, she was curious about the way the other girl had reacted, and what she had to say as well.
Time dragged on, but eventually the bell went. Amy had bought her lunch from home today, so she went to her locker and got her bag out. She considered changing her pull up, but she didn't think she'd leaked any more since before recess, and she was still feeling dry. Making sure nobody was looking over her shoulder, she opened a side zipper on her bag and double checked her supplies. Yes, she still had two spare nappies tucked away, as well as what she kept in the nurses station, so she would be able to change later if she needed to. Satisfied for now, she took her sandwiches out into the playground, where she found her friends had secured a bench.
The grade seven girls had a few different rules and regulations from the older kids. Firstly, they had options on which uniforms they could wear. The official uniform was what Amy wore, grey pleated skirt, white shirt, red tie, and white knee socks with black leather t-bar style shoes. During winter the socks could be swapped for white ribbed leggings, the type that Amy had used to pee in after her dentist visit last week. But the primary school uniform of a pale green plaid one piece pleated dress, with white ankle socks, or the tights option was also available. This was to help keep the costs down during a students first year. The girls could keep their dresses until they grew out of them, but by the start of grade eight, the formal uniform was required.
While a school uniform wouldn't be considered "grown up," amongst the girls, it was generally considered to be a fashion statement to wear the bigger kids uniform, and abandon the kiddie school one as soon as possible, but a lot of the girls still wore it, either by choice or perhaps financial circumstances at home.
Amy had noticed that Nikki still wore the junior uniform, and it only enhanced how young she looked, especially for a teenager.
Another rule that was enforced by the Nuns, was eating lunch. The girls were forced to sit down and eat for the first ten minutes, before they could start playing or walking around. The older kids didnt have this enforced, as it was presumed that they were old enough to decide for themselves when or if they'd eaten enough. It was a constant source of frustration for the younger students, seeing the older kids start running around having fun, while they had to be monitored to sit still, just like little kids.
But finally the compulsory seating time was over, and Amys friends were going to play netball. Amy begged off, not really giving an excuse, just saying she had some stuff to do. Of course her friends assumed she needed to change, so they left her to it.
Amy made her way towards the oval, half expecting Nikki to not be there, but there she was, sitting on a bench on the other side. There was actually two ovals side by side, and Nikki had chosen a bench between them, right in the middle. While it was clearly visible to the rest of the playground, it was private because nobody else was in the immediate area. She took a shortcut across the grass, and was soon sitting beside the younger girl.
It seemed somewhat awkward. Even saying "hello" was weird. They were both obviously nervous, and there didnt appear to be an easy way to get the ball rolling on their conversation.
Amy decided to try first. "Well Nikki, I'm here. You still wanna talk then, I guess?"
Nikki smiled weakly, "Not any more than I did this morning to tell the truth, but at the same time, I guess I kinda do....."
"So, watcha want to talk about then? I meant what I said, I don't wanna force you into telling me stuff that you don't wanna talk about. It's up to you."
"Thanks Amy," she said in a quiet, wavery voice, "I guess Troy and Cass were right, you are nice." She paused for a moment, appearing to gather her thoughts. "What do you think we should talk about?"
Amy hadn't been expecting that. As far as she was concerned, their topic of conversation was obvious.
"Well, we said that we'd trade some secrets I guess. We could start there. But there's not much about me that's a secret anymore, as you know. How about you tell me what you know about me already, from the playground gossip and stuff? Then I can tell you how much is true, and how much is bullshit."
Nikki, who had kept her eyes downcast until now, slowly looked up. After checking that they were still alone, she started talking in a low voice.
"Is it true that you're incompetent?"
"What? Whaddya mean?"
"You know! Incompetent! You wet yourself sometimes!"
Amy squealed with laughter, and started giggling. Nikki, suddenly convinced that she'd made a complete fool out of herself, started to jump up and run away, but Amy was quick enough to grab her wrist and stop her. Between giggles, she managed to answer.
"I'm sorry Nik. It's just that that's not the right word. I'm incontinent. I can't control my bladder very well. Incompetent means something else, it means I can't do anything right," she paused, then another fit of giggling hit her, "although you're probably right about that as well!" She snorted with laughter.
Nikki suddenly realised what she'd said, and now having heard the word that she'd been battling to think of all morning, she reddened with embarrassment over what she'd actually said instead. But at the same time, she saw the funny side, and was relieved that Amy had as well. She snorted as well, then started giggling herself. Both girls briefly quietened, looked at each other, then burst into peals of laughter. Amy felt her diaper getter warm under her backside.
Nikkis faux pas had broken the ice. Both girls now felt a lot more comfortable now that the topic had been breached, and her little mistake had added some much needed humour to the situation. Once they'd regained their composure, Nikki tried again.
"Oh Amy, I'm so sorry! I wasn't trying to be funny, I just didn't know what the word was! I didn't think it sounded right." She paused before continuing, "But seriously, what does it mean exactly? Do you have a lot of accidents, can you hold on at all, what's it actually like? And what causes it?"
"Well, incontininence can be caused by heaps of things, but in my case, I was injured. When I was six....." she went on to relate the story of her accident with the horse, and what it had done to her, but, as usual, she left out the bit about her tummy troubles and how she occasionally pooed herself as well. "So the end result is I don't always know when I need to go, and even when I do, I can't hold on very long. I also have a lot of leaks. I seem to dribble a lot without even knowing I have, or if I'm going to."
"So what makes you pee then," Nikki asked, "is it like drinking too much, or running around? Can you hold on at all? Do you wet your bed? I'm sorry for asking you all this, but I kinda want to know."
Amy could see that the younger girl was intrigued, but not disgusted like a lot of kids were. Amy had agreed to answer her questions before she asked any herself, but she'd been dreading doing so. Normally she hated talking about it, but there was something in the way that Nikki was fixated on her, that seemed to make it more bearable than usual. Amy could tell that the younger girl was desperate for knowledge, and probably had been dying to know more about her own condition, but just couldn't bring herself to talk to a grown up about it.
"It's alright Nik, I said I'd try and answer you, and I will. I'm the same as anyone I guess. The more I drink, the more I pee, but if I drink too much, it can be a problem, because my bladder just doesn't tell me when I should go. I don't feel it until it's over half full, but half full is my limit. Once I'm half full, it overflows. Particularly if I put a strain on it. Running, jumping, sneezing, coughing and laughing all make me leak, nearly every time!"
Nikkis eyes narrowed a bit, and her voice dropped again, even though they were still alone. "Laughing? Like when we laughed before? Did you leak then?"
Now Amy needed to make a choice about how much was too much information. Even with her friends, she rarely told them when she was wet. Usually she would just not say anything and just go to the bathroom, or the nurses office if she had to change, and while they knew what had happened, it wasn't something that they discussed. But, she wanted to win the girls trust, so admitting a little accident probably wouldn't hurt.
"Yes Nikki. Just like then. When I laughed before, I wet myself a bit. I always do, unless I've just gone to the loo recently."
"Please tell my to shut up and mind my own business Amy, but I guess it's true then? That you do wear diapers I mean?"
Amy smiled, "Yep! Totally true. I couldn't go without them. I wet my bed every night, and I need to change at school everyday. I go to the nurses office if I'm wet, and I can change my nappy there. She's got some of my nappies stored there, but I also carry spares in my bag, so I can just go to the girls room instead if I want to."
Nikkis eyes were glowing, almost with excitement it seemed. It was obvious to Amy that the younger girl had waited a long time to hear stuff like this.
"Wow," Nikki said, "that must be horrible for you. How do you cope with it?"
"I just do Nik. I don't have any options. It's not great, but I haveta go to school, and I can't stay home all day, so I just do it! It's a bit limiting for me, like with what clothes I can wear and stuff. Like generally I can't wear leggings or shorts or stuff that shows my nappy off, but apart from that, I just try and do the best I can."
"Do you find other people are mean to you Amy? Do they pick on you and stuff?"
"Sometimes Nik, but not as much now. It's why I didn't try and make a secret out of it at school. The other kids will find out eventually, so its pointless trying to hide it. But, I've got a couple of friends at least. My friend Tania even went to school with me back in New Zealand, so she's known for years, and she sticks up for me."
Amy paused and smiled, her whole face appeared to light up with joy as she did. "And now, I've even got a boyfriend. Danny is the sweetest, nicest boy in the whole wide world, and he understands what it's like, cause he's got similar problems as well. He's not as bad as me, but he's had his share of issues with bully's and stuff."
So far, all the talk had been coming from Amy, so she thought it was time to start pressing Nikki for her story. Amy figured she must've shared enough by now to put Nikkis mind at ease. "So Nikki, what about you? What's your story?"
The abrupt mood swing was evident. Nikki went from a sort of rapt fascination, to a sudden sullenness. Her head dropped, she hugged her arms around herself, and almost appeared to shrivel up on the bench. Amy didn't push her, but waited for her to compose herself before she spoke.
"Well, when I was little, I kinda used to wet myself a lot. I don't think there was anything wrong with me, not like physically or nothing, but I just never really liked going to strange toilets. They kinda scared me, ya know? If I wasn't at home, and I needed to pee, I'd just try and hold on until I could get home. But my bladders always been maybe just a little bit weak I guess, and I didn't always make it. A lot of times I'd wet myself because I couldn't hold on. After awhile, if I needed to pee, I'd rather find a quiet spot to pull my pants down outside, or if I had a dress on, I'd just hitch it up and pee through my knickers. I just never liked asking to go to a strange toilet, or using one, even I got taken by someone else."
Amy interrupted her, "You still do that now, don't you Nik?"
Nikki looked absolutely terrified. "What? No!" Then she blushed, lowered her voice even further, and said, "Well....yes, sometimes I guess. How did you know?"
"I saw you. The first week of school. I saw you pee behind the toilet block. I was coming around the corner, and you had your back to me."
"Oh my God! Really? I didn't think anyone had ever seen me! So why didn't you say anything?"
Amy laughed. "Cause I thought you'd had an accident! I could never make a big deal about another kid having an accident. If you remember, I went into the toilet behind you. If you had of been upset or anything, I would've spoken to you about it, but you seemed okay, so I didn't say anything."
"Thanks I guess. I probably would've died if you'd told me that you'd caught me. It's still kinda the same thing for me now, like when I was little. I just don't like different bathrooms. When you saw me, I was going to use the toilet, really I was, but when I was alone behind the building, or thought I was alone I should say, my panties were already a bit wet, cause I'd been trying to hold on and I'd leaked, so I guess I just decided to pee through my knickers instead of using the toilet, which I hate."
"But what about your bloomers?"
Most of the girls wore high cut bloomers, or tight shorts under their dresses, just in case their dresses happened to fly up as they ran around in the playground, or to protect their modesty as the sat down.
"Ummm, I don't wear them Amy, I just wear my knickers. It helps if I do wet myself." She glanced around again, ensuring they were still alone, before adding, "Like now, check it out..."
Nikki swivelled sideways on the bench, straddling it between her legs, facing towards Amy. She grabbed the hem of her dress, and lifted it up, showing Amy what she had underneath.
All she was wearing, was a pair of white, "My Little Pony" panties, that were so wet, that they were transparent.
Nikki seemed to be getting upset. Her face had reddened, and tears were starting to form in her eyes. "I did a wee over there on the grass before you got here. I just hate using that school toilet."
Amy was dumbfounded. "So you had an accident?"
"Not really." Her breath hitched in her throat a bit, "I didn't want to use the toilet, so I peed on the grass instead. But I was busting, and would've had an accident if I didn't do that, so my panties would've got wet anyway I guess."
"What about at home Nikki? Do you wet the bed at all? Do you wear protection?"
"I used to wet the bed every night until I was nine, and I wore Goodnights to bed then. Nowadays, I probably wet the bed once every week or so, but mum doesn't let me wear Goodnights anymore. I've got a plastic sheet thing on my bed, and I have to change my sheets if I wet."
Amy considered everything that had been told to her. "But earlier, you seemed to think that I was going to hate you or something for telling me stuff. Why did you think that? And I don't understand why you're getting upset."
"Because you're gonna think that I'm a bad person, that's why! You can't help having accidents and stuff, and it's a big bother to you, like a terrible thing that you can't control."
She gave a shuddering breath, and looked Amy in the face, as a tear escaped, and ran down her cheek.
"I'll be honest with you Amy, then you're gonna hate me, I know, but you've told me the truth, so I'm gonna tell you the truth, even though you'll hate me for it. But even if you do, you gotta remember that you promised to keep my secret, and nobody, especially Troy, can ever find out what I'm gonna tell you."
She took another hitching breath, and a second tear escaped, running down the other cheek. Once she had composed herself, she held her head up defiantly.
"Amy, I wet my pants sometimes, and my bed as well. You know that now. But I'll confess something else to you, and I know you're not going to understand it, and that's why you're gonna hate me."
Nikki looked at her directly, and prepared to unburden herself.
"Amy, I'm not incontinent, at all, not even a little bit. It's not even really because I'm scared of using strange toilets, even though I tell myself it is. I wet myself, and my bed, because I like doing it." |
Chapter 3:
The girls sat in silence, as Nikkis bombshell sunk in. She didn't lower her eyes at all, but continued staring almost defiantly at the older girl.
"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?Tell me how stupid I am or something? Don't worry! I know it's stupid! But it's almost like I can't help it Amy. I must be like really fucked in the head or something!"
Amy had to consider her response. Nikki was showing every sign of just jumping up and running away, even though she hadn't even stood up yet. Suddenly, Amy understood the other girls fear of judgement. After taking a couple of breaths, she was ready to respond.
"For a start, you're not fucked in the head, so don't ever say that. Secondly, while I do understand why you'd think I'd be upset with you, please believe me, I'm not. Actually, I probably understand better than what you think I do, but I want you to tell me more, before I say anything."
The look of pure relief on Nikkis face was evident. She had really expected Amy to tell her she was nothing more than a sick freak, then storm off, telling everybody she met what a weirdo that the younger girl was.
"Truly? You're not upset with me? At all? Even though I do stuff on purpose that you probably wish that you didn't do?"
"I swear Nik, I'm not upset at all. I'll probably even tell you more stuff about me later, but first, I wanna hear just how you started doing this."
"Wellll, like I said, I did used to have accidents when I was little, real accidents, not just fake ones. What I said about using strange bathrooms is completely true, I've always hated it. When I was a little kid, I'd refuse point blank to use a strange toilet, I'd honestly rather wet myself than go to a toilet that I didn't feel comfortable with. My mum would get a bit cross with me, but I guess that she understood that it freaked me out, and she might tell me off if I wet myself, but she like never punished me or nothing. Sometimes, I'd just be lazy, and be playing outside at home, and I wouldn't stop what I was doing and go to the loo, and I'd end up having an accident, again, a real one, not just a pretend one."
Nikki reached down beside the bench, and produced a drink bottle that Amy hadn't noticed before. She took a big drink, then offered it to Amy. "Lemon water cordial," she explained. Amy didn't usually share other people's drink bottles, except for Danny's, but she was parched, so she gladly accepted the offering.
"But as I got older," Nikki continued, "Mum would make me stay in my wet pants, even wet jeans. Especially if I'd wet myself at home. I guess that she thought that if I stayed in wet, uncomfortable clothes, it might teach me a lesson."
Again, a flare of defiance flashed across her eyes like a burning comet.
"But it didn't. Instead, I kinda liked the feeling of wet panties. I didn't like wet jeans so much, they could rub against my legs and I'd get sore, but if I had shorts or a dress or skirt on, I sorta liked it, I guess. But obviously, as I got older, I eventually got better control. By the time I was eight or nine, I didn't have very many real accidents anymore. That certainly doesn't mean that I didn't wet myself though, I still did, but I started being able to control when and where I did it. Of course I never just did it in like a really obvious way or anything, but I'd wait till it was safe, then wet myself, and pretend it wasn't done on purpose."
As she spoke about it, Amy noticed how Nikkis hand subconsciously reached under her dress, and pulled briefly at the wet cotton panties she was wearing, perhaps just checking to see how wet they were.
"I think my mum suspected that I wet on purpose sometimes, but I'd always deny it, and of course she couldn't prove anything. I've always been careful to not do it too often, you know? Or, I should say I've been careful not to get caught too often would be a better way of putting it."
"Whaddya mean Nik? Like how often do you do it?"
Nikki blushed, "Honestly? Nearly every day I s'pose. By the time we finish school, I pretty much need to go, but, like I said, I don't like the toilets. Mum works till five, and I get home at least a half hour before Troy does, so I usually wet myself after I get off the bus, as I'm walking home. There's a small park I cut through on the way, and if nobody's around, I like to sit on a bench and do a wee in my knickers before I get home. Of course sometimes, I actually have a real accident. I'll be like really busting when I get off the bus, and there's been a few times that I've wet myself by accident before I've even gotten to the park."
As she said this, she managed to look both guilty and excited at the same time. "When that happens, it's really kinda scary, cause I don't want to be caught, but because it's a real accident, I sorta don't mind, cause it's not my fault. I know how stupid that sounds, but that's what it's like! If it's an accident, it doesn't seem so bad, but I'd still hate it if anyone saw me."
Amy was intrigued, "But what do you do when you go home Nik? How do you hide your wet pants?"
Nikki giggled at this. "It's pretty easy actually! I just rinse my panties out, then hide them in my wardrobe to dry. When I put my dirty clothes in the wash, I just put in a dry pair that I haven't worn yet!" She laughed again, "I've actually got a pair that I've wet about five times, and haven't put in the wash yet! I rinse them out, dry them, and wear them again! I'm gonna have to throw them out, cause their getting all stained and stuff, and rinsing them out isn't getting them clean anymore."
Amy thought that was quite funny, and chuckled along with her. "But what about wetting the bed? Surely you're not still doing that on purpose?"
Nikki, looking suitably abashed, took a moment to answer, "Wellll, if I'm going to be completely honest with you, like I have been, I have to tell you a secret. I actually stopped wetting in my sleep about four years ago! But, these days, I sometimes wake up busting, and I just pee in my bed on purpose. The first time I did it, I'd been dry for about two weeks, when I was nine. My mum had started talking about taking me out of my Goodnights, but I liked wearing them, so one morning, I woke up dry, but just let go, and pissed myself. Of course I pretended to get all upset, and mum let me keep wearing them for awhile. But not for long though. Because I wasn't wetting every night, she eventually stopped buying them, and made me go without. I was really pissed off by that, because I liked my special night pants, so I sorta started deliberately wetting the bed every now and then. But she never changed her mind, and I never got to wear them again. But I still wet myself in bed every week or so, just because I can. That's the one thing that mum has never suspected is fake, so I still do it, just because it's fun, and I can still get away with it. I just wish that mum would let me wear my night pants again."
"So do you ever wear any protection? Does your mum ever let you have Goodnights or anything?"
"Never," Nikki exclaimed somewhat sadly. "I really wish she would, and I've asked her, but she's like convinced that I'm gonna grow out of it, and she's right I guess, I have. If I didn't do it on purpose, I suppose I wouldn't need it." She grinned at Amy then, and added, "But I kinda do get to wear nappies sometimes! I babysit for our neighbors little girl. She's four, but still isn't toilet trained, and wears big toddler diapers. I found out ages ago, that I can still fit into them! So, when I sit her, I always manage to sneak an extra diaper or two for myself. And gee whiz Amy, I love wearing them! I wear one to bed, and just pee in it, maybe two or three times during the night. It leaks a lot of course, and my bed gets all wet, but it's just so nice to have a nappy on again!"
Nikki had started to seem a lot more animated, but suddenly caught herself again, and quietened down once more.
"Oh Amy, I am sorry! I told you I was weird. You must really hate me, and I'd understand if you never spoke to me again."
"Oh shut up Nikki! I toldya, I don't hate you, not at all. I actually do understand, believe it or not, and like I've already said, I'll tell you some more stuff later. But, I need you to tell me more first. Like, what exactly made Troy approach me? If you get away with your little games, why did he think I should talk to you?"
The younger girl blushed bright red, and heaved a deep sigh.
"Because I wasn't careful enough, and I got caught a few times. Even though mum catches me with wet pants every now and then, Troy only really sees my wet bed when it happens. Yes, he knows I have "accidents" sometimes, but he has no idea how often. But I got a bit careless lately."
She paused for another drink, passed the bottle to Amy, who again accepted it, then she checked the time. "We've only got fifteen minutes left, I better make this quick. So last week, I wet myself in bed two nights in a row. I hadn't done that since I was nine, and there wasn't any reason for it, I just did. It was a pain in the arse, changing my sheets two days in a row, but it was also kinda worth it, ya know? Then, I wet myself walking home, as usual, but this time, mum found my wet panties, and asked me, in front of Troy of course, if I'd had an accident. I had to admit that I'd wet myself walking home again, and so I copped another lecture about going to the toilet before leaving school, but with my brother listening. Then, two days later, I get home first, as always. But this day, Troy has a dentist appointment after school, mums picking him up after work, and they won't be home till six. So, I get home, get changed into my denim cut offs, and go to play outside. Of course I'd wet my knickers on the way home, so I left them on, and enjoyed leaving them on under my shorts. I was playing with the dog, and wet myself again, making my shorts all wet, thinking I had heaps of time to change before anyone came home. But I got the times wrong, didn't I? They got home at four thirty, and I didn't hear them pull up. They walked into the yard, and there I am, playing with the dog, in a pair of really pissy shorts!"
"Oh my God," said Amy, "What did you do?"
Looking slightly devilish, Nikki replied, "Why I cried of course! I told mum I'd had an accident walking home, then, I'd gotten changed, and had another accident in the yard, and I'd been hoping my pants would be dry before they'd got home, and now I was scared that there was something wrong with me, and even if there was, I didn't want to go to the doctor, but it was horrible, all that sort of shit."
She sighed again. "Mum didn't say anything, but I know I didn't fool her. I'm pretty sure that now she knows that I wet on purpose, at least sometimes, and that really sucks! But Troy, he believed me. Now he's concerned that I'm sick, and need to see a doctor. But I can't do that, obviously. So now I'm kinda stuck between not saying anything at all, and hoping it just goes away, or if Troy pushes mum enough to take me to the doctors, I'll probably have to admit that I've been wetting on purpose, and I don't want that either. I'm really hoping it just goes away, and I think it will, as long as I don't get caught wetting again in the near future.
"What about your panties? They're wet now! Surely your mum will notice those!"
"Not today she won't! When I get home, I'll just wash everything before she gets there. Besides, I can always swap them for a clean pair if I gotta."
"But if I understand you correctly, you still do have real accidents though?"
"Oh yeah! I sure do! But it's always cause I like holding on too long, that's all. There's something I really enjoy about trying to hold on for as long as possible. I like to drink heaps of water and stuff, and get all desperate to pee, but I'll like hold on instead, and see how long I can last. That's when I'll usually have a real accident, or like I said, after sometimes playing holding games on the way home. What I said before was true. I do have a bit of a weak bladder I think, but I sorta enjoy testing it, and seeing how long I can hold for."
Again Nikki had started to sound quite perky about it, and again she reigned in her excitement.
"I know it must sound weird to you Amy, but I can't help it. It's sorta fun to me for some reason."
Amy checked the time, "Only five minutes till the bell," she declared, "and after all this talk, now I've gotta do a pee!"
Nikkis eyes widened as Amy lifted her bum up, reached under her skirt, and pulled her bloomers and diaper down. She pushed her backside off the bench, then leant forward, holding her skirt up at the back, and bunched in the front.
At first, Nikkis eyes were drawn to Amys big pull up, which was now sitting inside her bloomers, which were perched just above her knees as she sat there. The pull up looked a bit wet in the middle.
Then, her ears alerted her to a hissing sound. She could see that from under Amys skirt, pouring down behind the seat, was a solid torrent of liquid, that flowed forcefully for perhaps fifteen seconds or so before tapering off.
Once it had stopped, Amy stood up, leaving a wet circle on the wooden bench upon which she had been seated. Without speaking, she pulled her Molicare up, then her bloomers, and smoothed her skirt down in the process, ensuring that she hadn't accidentally tucked it into her nappy or anything.
"I actually do understand what you mean Nikki. Sometimes it's just fun to do a wee when you shouldn't, isn't it?"
Nikki was still sitting on the other end of the bench, but with her mouth hanging slightly open in shock.
"C'mon," Amy said, grabbing Nikkis wrist and dragging her to her feet, "the bells gonna go soon, and we're like a mile away! We better start walking, and like I said, I'll tell you some stuff tomorrow, that'll probably make you feel better."
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Chapter 4:
As the girls cut across the oval, Nikki was speechless for a while, but not for long.
"I don't believe you just did that!"
"Why?" Amy responded innocently, "It's no different than what you did!"
"Yeah, but, it's kinda weird though! Doing stuff like that is what I didn't want to tell you about, cause it's like all fucked up and stuff!"
Amy reached across and grabbed the younger girls hand for a second as they walked, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You know what Nik? You could be right. It probably is a bit fucked up, but that doesn't mean you're the only person who has to like it!"
"Soooo, are you telling me that you do it to?"
Amy smiled at her. "Maybe. But I'm not telling you anything else now, we haven't got time, but we'll talk again tomorrow, promise."
They separated when they got back to the playground, and Amys friends were wondering where she'd gotten too. They had seen her walking back with Nikki, and wanted to know what was going on. Of course, Amy couldn't tell them the truth about their conversation, but she wasn't in the habit of lying to her friends, either.
"I had to talk to Nikki. Danny and I met her brother on the weekend, and he knows Dan from school. We got talking, and it turns out she has a few problems with her mum, and Troy asked me if I could talk to her. She seems really nice, but her and her mum have some issues and stuff. I'm gonna have another chat with her tomorrow."
Being teenage girls, Amys friends could all understand what having drama with your mother could be like, and while they pressed for more information, Amy remained tight lipped. But the other girls all agreed that Amy was a very nice person for trying to help.
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Dans Monday started off as usual, wet. After waking up dry a few days in a row during the week, he had started to get his hopes up, but it looked like his good run was over.
He had expected that he would wet the bed of course, considering the large amount he'd drank while doing his chores, but it still sucked. He had woken up at 1am, already wet, and had gone back to sleep, then, he'd woken up ten minutes before his alarm had gone off, halfway through doing another big wee in his nappy. He had been laying partly on his side, and had the presence of mind to quickly roll onto his back and spread his legs, which had probably saved him from a big leak, but he'd had no chance at all of stopping the flow. All he could do was lay there and feel his entire groin and butt area become waterlogged.
Sighing, he stretched his limbs out. As he regained full consciousness again, his thoughts returned to the previous afternoon, and what was troubling him.
He'd gone upstairs for a shower, after leaving his pissy clothes in the washing machine, then when he'd finished, he came down to throw a couple of wet towels in on top, just to try and hide them a bit. But once he'd entered the laundry, the first thing he noticed was the washing machine running, and his dirty clothes on the floor. His light green briefs with the big wet patch on them were no longer stuffed inside his sweat pants, but sitting on the tiled floor, his shame fully visible to the world. He looked in the machine and saw one garment being washed, and soon deduced what had happened. His mother had taken his stuff out, and now knew that he'd wet his pants again. While it wasn't a big deal, he felt his cheeks burning with humiliation.
All evening he had waited for her to bring it up, but she hadn't. Later, he checked again, and now his wet pants were back in the machine again. He felt like he could crawl into a hole and die. But still, Sue didn't mention it, and Dan sure as hell wasn't going to.
He spent most of the evening in his room, and tried to pee as much as possible, in an effort to expel as much fluid as possible before going to bed, but even then, he still wet twice during the night.
It was a difficult position that he kept putting himself in. He really enjoyed drinking lots and facilitating an accident, but inevitably it led to a sleep wetting as well, which he didn't enjoy at all. Not without Amy there at any rate.
Getting out of bed, he pulled the covers back, checking the sheets for stains, but thankfully finding none. Standing in front of his mirror, he examined his grey pyjamas thoroughly, and was relieved to find them blemish free as well. The grown up diapers certainly worked a lot better than his Goodnights, he thought. Deciding to have a shower after breakfast, he slipped his dressing gown on, and padded down the stairs before his mother started calling for him.
"Morning Danny! Sleep well?"
"Yeah mum, I guess so."
His response was all Sue needed to hear to know that he'd woken up wet again. If he was dry, he would've been bubbling with excitement to tell her.
Slipping a bowl of porridge in front of him, she asked, "So do you need a shower this morning? How's your bed?"
Keeping his eyes down, he managed to mumble a response. "Beds okay, I need a shower though."
The next words out of his mothers mouth made him cringe. It was what he'd been waiting all last night to hear.
"It looks like you had an accident yesterday mate. Are you okay?"
He sighed deeply, still not making eye contact. "Yeah mum. I got kinda desperate when I was washing your car. My feet were all wet and dirty, and I didn't want to walk inside. I thought I could hold on until I'd finished, but I couldn't I guess."
"It's alright mate. You did the right thing not tracking mud through the house, but remember, you can always do a wee behind the shed if you have to."
"I know mum. I shoulda just done that I suppose. But I was so close to finishing off the car, I just needed maybe two more minutes. It just seemed like a big hassle to turn the hose off and stuff, and I was nearly finished. But now I guess I shoulda just done that."
She looked at him quizzically. "Danny, don't get mad, but I want to ask you something. Do you ever wet on purpose?"
He actually choked. He was just in the act of swallowing, and her question made him draw a sharp intake of breath. He coughed and spluttered for a moment, then had to have a drink of milk to wash it down properly.
"Jesus mum! No! Whaddya mean exactly?"
"I don't mean do you deliberately just wet yourself Danny, not like that. But do you ever leak so much that it's just not worth holding on anymore, so you give up?"
If Dan had felt embarrassed before, after his mother had found his wet pants, it was absolutely nothing compared to how he felt now. His first instinct was to just lie through his teeth, but he knew that his mother would be able to tell, just by the reaction he'd just given, if nothing else. Even though he'd only just wet himself in bed, his nappy suddenly felt just a little bit warmer, and he knew that the shock of perhaps finally being exposed had caused him to squirt a bit.
He understood why his mother would ask, and he knew that if he answered honestly, well, nearly honestly, that he wouldn't be in trouble. But boy was it hard admitting to your mother that yes, sometimes you just gave up. He steeled himself to answer, but he couldn't find the strength in his neck to lift his head up.
"Sometimes. I guess. It's not like I just do it on purpose or anything, but, sometimes, if I've sorta kinda already wet a bit, and I know I can't hold on, I s'pose I do just give up. I mean, once my pants or nappy is already wet, it makes it like even harder to hold on, especially if I'm like busting or something. It's sorta like, I dunno, like I'm already wet, and I'm uncomfortable, so I just give up I guess....."
As he finished his rambling explanation, he started to cry. He didn't sob, but tears of shame and embarrassment started running down his smooth cheeks. Sue had seen her son cry over his accidents before, but couldn't recall a time when he'd ever looked so humiliated and helpless, and it almost broke her heart.
"Oh Danny, don't cry buddy! Come here!"
She held her arms open, and Dan almost fell into them. He was still shorter than her, but was catching up quickly. Her shoulder was the perfect height for him to rest his head, and when she hugged him, he broke down completely.
He didn't cry for long. As a matter of fact, after the initial outburst, he started getting control of his teenage hormonal emotions almost immediately, but now, he felt the added shame of letting his mother see his tears. For Christs sake! He was a big kid now, and not supposed to be blubbering away like a baby.
But in saying that, he realised that he was wearing a sodden diaper, and for the first time in over a week, he was craving his pacifier again.
"I'm not upset or mad or anything Dan, I just want to understand what you go through. I can't imagine how hard it must be, and I guess I just want to understand it a bit more."
Dan plonked himself back down on his chair, and felt his soaked diaper squish underneath his butt. It was strange, but now he'd started talking, he really wanted to explain it as best he could. He even managed to smile weakly as he spoke.
"It's hard to explain mum. You know how sometimes I just leak?" His mother nodded. "Well, I don't always have to be like busting to go when that happens. Sometimes, it just surprises me when it does. When that happens, I might not even feel a bad need to go. But, other times, I can be desperate to pee, and that can happen like suddenly, then, I'll leak, and when I'm like that, I just can't hold on. That's when I'll just have to give up."
"Is that what happened yesterday mate?"
"Yeah. Kinda I guess. I was washing the car, and I'd nearly finished. Then, I suddenly needed to go like real bad. I think the running water sorta made it happen. Like I said, I didn't wanna like come inside all wet and dirty, and I was so close to finishing, I thought I'd be able to hold on. But when I turned the hose on, the cold water hitting my hands and feet just made me wee a bit, then a bit more. The next thing, I had it running down my legs. I did manage to stop, but by then I was pretty much soaked already," he glanced up guiltily at his mother, fresh tears threatening to spill from his big brown eyes, "so I just gave up. I wet my pants, finished washing the car, then had a shower." A light sob escaped him, "I'm sorry mummy. I know I shoulda tried harder, but I was already really wet, and I knew I was gonna put my pants in the wash and have a shower, so I did the bad thing instead, and I'm sorry," he repeated.
Hearing him start to regress into baby talk tore at Sues heartstrings again. She hadn't been at all mad to start with, just curious, and now, she really wished that she hadn't said anything.
"Don't sweat on it Dan. I'm not mad, just curious, that's all. Now run upstairs and have a shower, and we won't mention it again, alright?" Dan had never been more pleased to end a conversation in his life, so he quickly ran upstairs to shower.
Unfortunately for Dan, his day was going to get worse before it got better.
He followed his usual routine, using the bathroom successfully before school, at recess, then again at the start of lunch. After they'd eaten, Dan, Ali, Matt, and Scott spent the remainder of their break kicking a football around. It was quite a hot and thirsty task, and Dan managed to drain his drink bottle while they played. He was of course aware of the possible consequences, but when the bell went, he still didn't even feel the slightest need to pee again. He considered trying, but it would've made him late for class, and besides, all of his teachers were aware of his issue, and knew that if he asked for permission to go to the toilet, it was to be granted without delay, so he'd have no trouble getting out of class should the need arise.
He didn't even consider the implications, when returning to his home room for their geography lesson, that their regular teacher was absent, and a substitute teacher was present instead. |
Chapter 5:
"Sit down gentlemen. I'm Mr. Davies. I'll be filling in for Father Ryan for at least the first part of your lesson. Open your books to chapter 16, and we will do some revision until he gets here."
This was a double period of geography, lasting for eighty minutes. Dan usually enjoyed the class, and with a test coming up, he was more than happy to have some extra study time provided during school hours. Basically, it would mean less homework.
It wasn't until maybe thirty minutes in, that he suddenly started becoming aware of a building need to pee. The large bottle of water cordial he'd consumed during the lunch break, was now making its way into his bladder. Still, he wasn't overly concerned. All of the teachers were supposed to be aware of his "special needs," and anyway, being excused to use the bathroom wasn't usually a request that would be denied to any student.
But, not having ever dealt with Mr Davies before, who he recognised as a grade ten teacher, he decided to hold on for a little bit longer, just to see if Father Ryan came back.
It only took another ten minutes for his urgency to kick up another notch. His need for release seemed to almost double suddenly, and he found himself reaching below his desk to give himself a minor adjustment through his shorts. His penis seemed to be stuck on a funny angle in his Goodnight, and he kinda wanted to straighten it a bit. He soon discovered however, that it wasn't going to be possible while he was sitting down. After squirming momentarily in his chair, and pushing his legs out straight, and still not being able to achieve the right position, he was forced to give up, less he start drawing attention to himself.
Five minutes later, and the second part of their two period lesson was nearly here. His need had jumped again, and now he was feeling nervous. This was the "Danger Zone," the time when he always just stopped what he was doing, and went to the toilet. Father Ryan was still nowhere to be seen, so Dan figured that he now had no choice, and would have to ask the new teacher.
Legs now crossed under his desk, he raised his hand.
Mr Davies was reading a book of his own at his desk, and only looking up occasionally. Dan didn't speak, but just sat there, with his hand raised, waiting to be acknowledged.
It took another minute for the teacher to look up, and by then Dans arm was aching as well as his bladder, but he was finally acknowledged.
"Yes. You there. What's your name?"
"It's Daniel sir," he replied.
"What is it you want Daniel?"
"May I be excused please sir," the boy asked politely.
Mr Davies regarded him quizzically, "Why do you want to be excused exactly Daniel?"
Now Dan wasn't "pee shy" at all. Being in an all boys school, a lot of the conversation centred around topics that were gross or disgusting, and growing up with his condition, he had no qualms about stating his need to go if necessary.
"I need to go to the boys room sir, please."
Dan was somewhat stunned by the response. "Well Master Daniel, you finished your lunch break not even an hour ago. Perhaps you should of thought to go then? I'm sure a young man of your age can put a cork in it for awhile longer. I know revision isn't the most exciting thing to do, but it doesn't give you an excuse to go wandering around the school!"
Dan never answered back to his teachers, but he was sorely tempted to this time, even if just to try to explain that he didn't want to just "wander around," but was getting desperate to pee. He even considered doing what his parents had told him to do, if this exact situation was to ever arise. That was to just get up and walk out. His folks had been adamant, that if he was ever to be denied a bathroom break at school, he should just go, and worry about the consequences afterwards. His dad in particular had told him that any punishment dealt to him would swiftly be overturned after a visit from his folks.
But herein lay the problem. He just didn't want to make a scene. In his head, he envisaged himself just calmly getting up, and walking out, perhaps to the stunned amazement of the other boys, even maybe becoming a bit of a hero in their eyes.
But in reality, he knew it wouldn't end like that. Mr Davies would try and stop him, perhaps even physically restrain him. For all the talk he had heard about teachers not being allowed to lay a hand on the kids, he was unsure whether grabbing his arm or blocking the door would still be acceptable behaviour on the teachers behalf. Of course he could just ask again, perhaps plead his case a bit, but that would be like begging, and he just couldn't explain that he was nearing the verge of wetting himself, especially in front of the other boys.
In his ever growing discomfort, it was rapidly dawning on him that what his parents had told him that he could do, in the safety and comfort of their living room at home, was not completely applicable to the reality of a desperate situation.
He felt his penis twitch, and a bead of sweat pop out of his forehead.
"Pre-emptive strike!" The words flashed across his mind. But he soon discounted that as an option. His bladder was full, he was only wearing a Goodnight, and he was sitting down. Those three factors all combined, only added up to one possible outcome. Disaster.
He had just made up his mind to try politely asking again, maybe admitting to an urgent situation, regardless of the embarrassment it would cause, when he felt an all to familiar warmth around his balls.
He had leaked.
Dan gritted his teeth, and clamped down harder. He thought that he had managed to actually cut the flow off, but it felt like there was still some pee about to leak out. He shifted in his seat, and again, felt a slow dribble trickle out. It was now panic stations, he was starting to wet himself in class.
With all hope about to be lost, he looked up at the door. He was going to do it. Just get up, and run out. He wouldn't say another word to Mr Davies, because he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself. If the teacher expected him to escape, he would no doubt try and stop him. Even if that was only verbal, Dan didn't need any extra attention directed towards him. He suspected that if his grey shorts weren't wet already, they probably would be by the time he reached the door. It would be be better to just make a run for it, he decided.
Feeling another small, but noticeable leak trying to escape, he slowly pushed his chair back. He was halfway down the row, nearest to the wall that had the door in it, so he'd only have to sprint past three other desks to get to the safety of the door. He took a deep breath, feeling acutely aware of the warm wetness around his genitals and backside, and looked ahead, preparing to bolt.
When he looked up, he saw a familiar figure enter the room. Father Ryan was back! The priest approached the desk, preparing to speak with Mr Davies.
Dan was on his feet quickly. He took two steps, and the priest saw movement from the corner of his eye, and smiled when he saw Dan, one of his favourite pupils approaching. His smile faltered as he saw the anguished expression on the young boys face, and noticed his fist was clenched, and resting against the front of his shorts.
The priests entrance had caused a few of the boys to look up, but most just looked straight back down at their books again, once they realised that it was only their regular teacher returning, and nothing new to get happily distracted by.
Dan, on the other hand, had never been so happy to see a teacher in his life. He hurried towards him, feeling fresh warmth in his pants again. "PleaseFathermayIbeexcused," he mumbled.
Recognising the urgency of the situation, the kindly priest didn't even speak, just quickly nodded, and even held the door open for the boy.
As Dan ducked into the corridor, he heard a sharp exclamation of surprise from the lay teacher, but he ignored it, and hurried off, finally able to use his hand to hold his crotch with. He didn't have far to go now, the boys room was just outside the bottom door of the corridor, in another adjacent building, attached by a covered walkway.
His grasping fingers were now detecting wetness on the fabric of his pants, and he had the shocking realisation that he was now visibly wet. His locker was in a large bank that he was approaching on his left, and he understood that he would need to get his bag on the way past, as it had a spare pair of pants and diapers in it. His locker was on the top row, at head height, and he stopped, trying to undo the combination lock with his right hand, as he kept his left hand gripped firmly on his penis through the wet patch that was growing steadily on his shorts.
The lock kept twisting around, as he tried in vain to twist the tumblers into the correct sequence. He grunted in frustration, and eventually had to release the grip on his pants, while he crossed his ankles, and squeezed his knees together. By using both hands, he was finally able to unlock the padlock, but not before a trickle of urine escaped altogether, and ran out of his shorts, down his inner thigh, and past his knee, where it was absorbed into his light grey knee sock, and not before it left an obvious tell tale streak along his shorts.
Dan ripped his backpack out of his locker, and holding it in front of his crotch, he tried jogging the remaining few feet to the door, but he also tried to keep his legs together, resulting in a duck like waddle instead. Every time he took a step, he felt another drop of urine escaping, and he could tell by the way it was sagging down, that his Goodnight was already way past its capacity.
He stepped out of the class block, took three steps across the walkway, and stepped straight into the boys room. The urinals and stalls were hidden by a large, mirrored wall that had the sinks on this side of it, and he took just a second to pause, and drop his bag, examining his reflection in the mirror. What he saw shocked him. He had a big, round wet patch on his shorts, and the inside legs were soaked. He suddenly felt another twinge, and watched in horror as another pee trail ran down his leg, and he saw some drops falling to the tiled floor.
Clasping his bag in front of him once more, he hurried around the dividing wall, and into the toilet section of the restroom, praying that it would be empty.
Finally it seemed he was in luck, the toilets were deserted. He quickly entered a cubicle, and hung his bag from a hook on the inside of the door. Swivelling around as quickly as he could, he pulled his shorts and boxers down, and sat on the seat, not even bothering with his onesie clips or his pull up.
Instead, he just let go. Even despite his leaks, he was still holding a small oceans worth of pee inside him, or so it seemed. As it poured into his saturated pull up, it started leaking everywhere, from the top, the crotch, the leg bands, even though the fabric itself. Soon, his onesie was being soaked as well, and the moisture was being wicked upwards at an ever increasing pace. Not wanting his blue school shirt to get wet, he pulled his tie off, then slipped his shirt over his head without undoing the buttons.
Only then, could he relax, and finish wetting himself in peace.
Finally empty at last, he now needed to work out what to do, and quickly, before anyone else came in. If they did, they would probably see his shirt and tie laying on the floor, visible thanks to the gap at the bottom of the door.
Still sitting on the toilet, his onesie now wet up to his belly button, and dripping into the toilet, he removed his bag from the hook, and hung his shirt and tie up in its place. He took another pull up, and his dry shorts and boxers from his bag, and hung them up as well. Rummaging around in his backpack, he found a plastic bag that was kept there for just such an occasion as this. He slipped his shoes off, then his wet shorts and underwear, and placed them in the plastic bag. Only then, did he finally undo the saturated flap of his onesie, and slipped it over his head, grimacing with disgust as he felt the wet cloth drag up over his back and chest as he pulled it off. It even brushed across his face, which was disgusting. He stood up briefly to remove his pull up, put that into the bag with his onesie and shorts, and then, completely naked apart from his socks, he sat back down again.
A quick search in a side pocket of his bag revealed some wet wipes, of which he used about three hundred of them in an attempt to cleanse himself of any lingering trace of pee. Only then, could he begin the arduous task of getting dressed again. It was a touch concerning, not having another onesie in his bag, but he'd just have to rely on his boxers to cover it up, should his shirt becoming untucked.
As he walked back to his locker, he counted at least four small drops on the wooden floor, and another four in front of his locker. He tried dragging his shoe across them, but that only smeared them around, so he just left them, figuring that nobody would recognise them for what they were anyway.
As Dan re-entered the class room, he was dreading the reception he'd get. He imagined everybody looking at him, and the teachers standing together, ready to chastise him for being gone for so long. But to his surprise, a glance at the clock showed he had been gone for less than ten minutes, which may have been a touch long for a bathroom break, but not long enough to send out a search party. Most of the boys did look up upon hearing the door open, but when they saw it was only Dan, they just went back to their work.
Mostly, he was relieved to see Mr Davies had gone, and kindly old Father Ryan was back in his rightful place behind the teachers desk. The elderly priest looked at him and smiled, slightly raising an enquiring eyebrow at him, in a subtle gesture of enquiry, obviously concerned for his well being. Dan somehow managed to smile back, nodding his head slightly to let the priest know that yes, he was okay.
Taking his seat once more, Dan sighed with relief. He had suffered his first major wetting at his new school, wearing only a kiddie pull up, which had leaked everywhere, but he had survived without anyone else finding out about it.
But he shuddered a bit at the thought of going home, and having to hand his wet clothes to his mum, and telling her that for the second time in twenty four hours, he had completely wet his pants during the day. |
Chapter 6:
After the final bell, the boys headed to the bus stop. Scott, who had witnessed Dans sudden exit from their earlier Geography class, fell into step beside him.
"Man, I think you might have pissed that new teacher dude off."
Dan went onto high alert when he heard this. "Why, whaddya mean?"
"Well, after old Father Ryan let you go, the new guy seemed to get upset with him, I think cause he'd already told ya that ya couldn't leave. What was the problem, anyway?"
"No problem," Dan said, perhaps a little hastily, "I just needed a piss, that's all."
"After you left, they finished up going outside the room and talking. I don't think Davies liked being overruled."
Dan didn't know whether he should be worried or not. It wouldn't be a good thing to have a teacher offside with you, but, he probably wouldn't have much to do with him again, at least until he got to grade ten. It was pointless worrying about it anyway.
He recieved a text from his mother as he rode the bus. She was held up at work, and was going to be late. This was a minor relief, as it would give him a slight reprieve about telling her about his latest accident.
A part of him considered maybe trying to wash his wet things and just not saying anything, but he knew that wasn't viable. He was going to have to tell her what had happened, so she could contact the school and reiterate to them about making sure that ALL the teachers knew about his "special needs."
God, how he hated those words.
Also, his future protection at school would need to be addressed again. He had already discussed the possibility of wearing the Molicares to school, but, as he had said, if that was to happen, he'd probably have to do as Amy had done, and admit to everyone that he wore diapers. He was dreading it, but was planning on talking about it with his dad later in the week, and getting his opinion.
He suddenly yawned. He was feeling emotionally drained by now. His memory struggled to come up with a worse day than this, except of course when he had wet his pants at the beach in front of his entire class at his old school.
Waking up not only wet, but while actually wetting, had been a bad start. Then, there'd been the embarrassment of talking to his mum about his wet pants from the previous day. He'd ended up lying to her in a way, which had made him feel guilty. Yes, it had been an accident, but it only happened because he'd wanted it to. His "accident," in truth was completely avoidable, but he'd deliberately set himself up for it instead.
Dan realised that his feelings of guilt in not telling the truth, and causing his mother to worry, had in part helped him to break down emotionally and cry like a baby in from of her. He cringed internally as he remembered calling her mummy, and telling her he'd done "the bad thing." That was how he'd described his wettings when he was like seven years old or something.
Then the dreaded school accident had finally occurred. He was so grateful to have gotten away with it unscathed, but now he had probably put himself on a teachers black list, and that was never a good thing, especially as he was still basically a new student.
While he was sitting in silence, thinking about his terrible day, his body seemed to go onto autopilot, and he snapped back to reality only seconds before putting his thumb in his mouth.
This was one of those times when he really wanted his pacifier. He was again starting to feel like he wasn't in control of things again. He might give Amy a call later, talking with her always made him feel better. Plus, she'd understand a lot better than his mum about what wetting at school was really like.
BANG! He was suddenly punched on the arm, although not very hard. "Whaddya look so worried about Danny boy? Relax! It'll probably never happen!"
He turned to see Ali's grinning face, and realised that he'd zoned himself completely out of their group conversation. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he attempted a half hearted smile. "Sorry guys, just got a bit of shit going on at the moment. Ya know what it's like."
Scott chimed in. "Everything okay mate? Anything we can help ya with?"
Starting to feel as if he was about to be dragged into a conversation that he didn't want to have, as it would require him to again have to lie his way out of it, he was very relieved to find his stop approaching. He gladly pushed the stop button, grabbed his pack and stood up.
"Nah, it's all good. I'll catch you guys tomorrow!"
As he walked almost dejectedly along the street, his mind again turned to his now missing pacifier, and how only a few weeks ago, when he was feeling like this, he'd suck on it for a while, and probably wet himself at the same time, and it would somehow help him regain the feelings of control that he felt he was lacking. His mind wandered towards his theory of how his dummy use was akin to how grown ups smoked, and how since he'd been smoking with Amy, he'd found that to be soothing as well. Knowing his mother was going to be late home, he thought he may well try to find where she kept her cigarettes. Occasionally, when she couldn't find her preferred brand, she bought a small packet of whatever was available to her, then abandoned them in a junk drawer in the kitchen when she could restock with her favourite brand. If there were any in that drawer, he might sneak one in, and perhaps play some wetting games as well, before she got home.
Thinking about it, Dan decided to do a wetting regardless as to whether he found a cigarette or not. Concentrating on his bladder briefly, he found that although he didn't need to pee yet, he could if he chose to. A quick stop at his local shop to grab a half litre bottle of ice tea would guarantee his need would only increase. Prior to meeting Amy, he'd never drank it before, but now he found that he not only liked the taste, but it had the added benefit of travelling to his bladder very quickly. He started guzzling it as he walked home, and managed to consume over half of it by the time he arrived.
He wasted no time in visiting the laundry, and pulling the bag of wet clothes from his pack. Again he contemplated just trying to wash them and not saying anything about what had happened, but finding the washing machine empty soon put paid to that idea. If there had been other stuff ready to wash, his mum may not have noticed, but if she found he'd been washing only his shorts, boxers, and onesie by themselves, well, she wouldn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to work out why. Emitting a deep sigh, he just dumped his clothes in the machine, and left them. The wet Goodnight and wipes stayed in the bag, which he took out to the bin.
After kicking his shoes off in the hallway cupboard, he took the drink up to his room, aware that his need to pee was already slightly higher than it had been before. "No doubt about it," he thought, "the iced tea really worked!"
He quickly removed all his clothing, except for his pull up. "Now to decide on what to wear," he thought. Searching through his wardrobe and drawers yielded multiple options. Jeans, sweats, or long pants were quickly overlooked, as he wanted to be able to easily hide the evidence of his misdeed. He pulled out and contemplated various pairs of briefs and boxers, as well as his speedos. They were an option, he could go for a swim afterwards to disguise his "accident," but while it wasn't exactly a cold day, it was only mild at best, and swimming just didn't appeal to him. The idea of peeing in his pyjamas while going commando was something that he was sort of keen on, but once again, not being able to disguise or hide them, made it an unviable option.
He had fond memories of a particular pair of light blue Pokemon briefs that he'd owned when he was younger, and he suspected that they may still be packed away in the hallway cupboard, along with a lot of other stuff he had outgrown, but his mother had never gotten around to throwing out, but time was limited, and he didn't want to waste it by searching for them. Besides, they probably wouldn't fit him anyway. That was something to perhaps remember for future reference.
Dan had been squatting down, resting on his heels, as he looked through his bottom drawer, and when he stood up suddenly, he felt the first minor twitch of real build up hit him. Wanting to get super desperate before he wet himself, he drained the last of his tea. He was standing in front of his mirror, and watched himself as he drank, seeing a still rather under developed looking boy, wearing nothing but a kiddie pull up, with pictures of racing cars on it, that would fade if they got wet. Just the sight of himself in his pull up was enough to make him feel like a little kid again, and little kids were known to do wees in their pull ups.....
Having decided that his Goodnight was probably perfect, he left his room and went downstairs. Even though he was alone, it was still kind of scary, being naked except for his special "night pants," as he used to call them.
In the kitchens junk drawer, he found an open packet of cigarettes, but there was only six left in it. Banking on the fact that his mother had probably forgotten about them anyway, let alone how many might be left, he took one, along with an old lighter. His bladder contracted again, and this time his hand automatically grabbed at the front of his little diaper.
Opening the glass sliding door that entered the patio area, he stuck his head out and looked around. Of course there was nothing to see, as they had high fences to provide privacy for the pool, and unless he stepped around the other side of the house, he was safe from the prying eyes of their neighbors. This was another reason why peeing beside the shed was considered acceptable, because nobody could see him.
The very fact that he was going to go outside wearing nothing but a nappy, which he would wet, and no doubt cause a leak, while he smoked a cigarette, meant that complete privacy was absolutely paramount of course.
Steeling himself with a deep breath, he stepped outside. The only other time he'd ever been outside in an exposed diaper, at least since aged eight or so, was at Amys place, where he'd dropped his pants to wet in front on her, and also wore a swim nappy. But even then, it had been dark when he'd worn his diaper, and he was wearing his pyjama shirt, and even wearing the swimmer, he'd had his singlet on. Now, it was broad daylight, ant his pull up was all he wore, and he felt very exposed.
But very excited though.
He stood under the roof of the patio for a moment, but while he was more hidden there, he was in the shade, and a cool, late afternoon breeze washed across his bare skin, giving him goosebumps along his arms. He shivered slightly, and felt his need to pee jump up into the danger zone. He was holding his cigarette and lighter in his left hand, and he rubbed the open palm of his right across his chest. As he brushed across his nipples, they stood up straight. He did it again, marvelling at the sensation that it provided. Dan had never played with his nipples before, and he was shocked at the tingling feeling that it gave him.
But there was sunlight only a few short steps away, so he stepped into it, fully exposing his diapered body to the world. Well, not really, but that's kinda what it felt like.
His penis twitched inside his pull up, and while he didn't think that he'd leaked, he wasn't one hundred percent sure.
It was incredibly important to him not to have an accident. He wanted to wet himself, but he needed to be in control of it when it happened. But he was tempted to continue holding on though, as he enjoyed the feelings of desperation that he was enduring, safe in the knowledge that if he did lose control, it wouldn't matter.
He stepped beside the shed, which now gave him privacy from being seen, shielded him from the cool breeze, but still left him standing in the sun. He was definitely warmer there.
Dan lit his smoke, and took a tentative draw back. He was lucky not to cough though, as the harshness caught in the back of his throat. He remembered Amy telling him the first time he'd smoked, that her cigarettes were the mildest ones, and a lot easier for newbies to inhale. Obviously, his mother had a preference for a stronger product. He was amazed at the difference, after all, who could of ever guessed that something as vague as smoke could actually taste and feel so different. But, by being careful, he managed to smoke without coughing, something he was sort of proud about.
Enjoying the sunshine on his bare skin, he again absentmindedly rubbed his hand across his nipples. He was aware that this stronger cigarette was making him a bit light headed, but it felt really good though. He took one of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and gently squeezed it.
The sensation was incredible, but it almost caused him to wet himself as his body stiffened with unexpected pleasure. It was only being quick enough to push his knees together and hunch over forward that saved his Goodnight from an early drenching.
After a minute or so, with his cigarette nearby finished, he was feeling really woozy, and doing a potty dance, his bare feet making circles in the dirt. But being in control, he was determined to finish it.
It was a close call, but he finished his smoke okay, but was gripping his penis tightly through his special pants with his other hand as he did so. Only then, and after he had buried the butt deeply in the loose dirt,did he tell himself that it was time.
Spreading his legs wide, relishing the warm sun on his bare body, he rubbed his chest again, and said out loud, "I'm in control here."
Then he wet his pants. |
Chapter 7:
By the time he'd finished, his legs and feet were drenched. His Goodnight was sagging down so far in the front, his penis was threatening to pop out. The fact that it had gone semi hard, and was almost standing erect,was helping with that. He squeezed himself tightly with one hand, stiffening his boyhood even more, and wringing a trickle of pee out of his wet nappy at the same time.
He felt himself turning into "Little Dan" once more. It was like being a small child again, wetting himself behind the shed, or walking around in a wet nappy. He had to resist the temptation to start playing in the dirt or something.
But, playtime was over. He rinsed his dirty feet under the tap, then started walking around on the warm cement, leaving a quickly fading trail of wet footprints behind him until his feet were dry. Once they were, he padded inside, and put the lighter back in the drawer where he'd found it. Then he ran to his room.
Examining his reflection again, he saw how faded, swollen, discoloured and saggy his pull up was. He was a bit disappointed that even though it was hanging very low, he still couldn't detect any hint of pubic hair showing on his semi exposed private area. He had a patch of it around his willy, but it was taking a long time to continue growing in a more northerly direction.
How or why exactly he could think of himself as looking more grown up while wearing a wet pull up made no sense, even to him, but the thought had run across his adolescent mind anyway. It only took a few moments to wipe his legs and feet with a cloth and dispose of his pull up. He then traded it for a grown up version, and put his ankle socks and pyjamas on, even though it wasn't yet five o'clock. He just felt as if he'd had enough of dealing with the stress of the outside world for one day. He briefly considered masturbation, but although he felt aroused, he was still enjoying feeling little again. Instead, he brushed his teeth, and spent a very relaxing ten minutes just laying on his bed, sucking his thumb.
Eventually the turmoil of his hormones was under control again, and he padded downstairs to tackle the minimal amount of homework that he had. He was certainly much more relaxed since his little playtime had concluded.
Dan was finishing his homework as his mother pulled up. The sight of her son wearing his pyjamas at half past five in the afternoon alerted her that something, more than likely accident related, had occurred.
"Are you alright mate?"
Dan had been feeling good since his little time, but Sues question had unlocked the miserableness that he'd been feeling earlier, almost as if a magical switch had been pulled. For the second time that day, he felt tears starting to brim at the corners of his eyes.
"I haven't had a good day mum," was all he said.
Sue was wild when she heard what had happened. She threatened to storm into the Principals office first thing in the morning, and set it straight. But Dan, a bit worried about having already upset Mr Davies, managed to calm her down.
"It wasn't really his fault mum. He was only like a stand in until Father Ryan got there. He didn't know! Please don't make a scene out of it!"
"And you think that others wouldn't make a scene if they saw you have an accident Danny? This is why we made sure to tell them about your problems, remember? So stuff like this couldn't happen!"
"I know mum. I'm not saying don't say anything, just don't make a big deal out if it, that's all."
Sue sighed, and seemed to calm down. "I'm sorry mate. You're right, I won't make it any harder for you, but I WILL be ringing them tomorrow, and reminding them about their responsibilities though!"
She reached into her handbag, and cursed under her breath. "Now I'm out of smokes! Great!"
Dans blood froze, as she got up and opened the junk drawer, removing the nearly empty packet of cigarettes. Opening it, she glanced inside it, "And only five in here as well. Typical." But much to his relief, Sue offered no further comment, but instead got up and walked outside to have one. The boys heart was pounding in his chest. For an awful moment, he was sure the missing cigarette was going to be noticed. He quickly decided that he would never, ever, steal a cigarette again.
When he was sure that his breathing was again under control, he followed his mother outside. His accident wasn't mentioned again, instead, Sue relayed a funny incident that had occurred in her office that day.
Then, she surprised him. "By the way, your bulk orders of supplies arrived this morning. It was lucky really, I had to come home and get something, and the delivery arrived while I was home. There's two massive boxes of diapers for you Dan, one of pull ups, and one of tape ups. There's too many for you to keep in your room, so I put them in the spare room. I also got you more Goodnights," her eyes twinkled mischievously, "as well as a present....."
Of course the boys interest was aroused by this, and his mood lifted again. "What sort of present mum?"
"On the table mate. In the white bag. Take it up to your room and see."
Intensely curious, Dan jumped up and ran inside to get the bag. He didn't open it, but felt it instead, intending to wait until he got to his room. He felt a bit deflated when he squeezed it, and could tell right away it was clothes of some sort. A small part of him had hoped it was the FIFA game that he'd been slyly hinting about.
But when he did get to his room and open it, he was extremely happy. Stripping down to his nappy, he quickly put on his new clothes, then admired himself in the mirror, deciding that he liked them, very much.
He started padding back down the stairs, where his mother was waiting expectantly. She stared in delight at the sight of her boy walking down the stairs, looking as cute as ever in his new footie pyjamas.
They were a pair of sky blue, fleecy lined footie pants, and a pullover top with a white middle section, but matching blue sleeves. His diaper just peaked out from the waistband, but he looked as cute as his little girlfriend had done, she thought.
Dan liked them as well. If he were to be completely honest, he felt perhaps a tiny bit silly, but, at the same time, they helped him maintain the "Little Dan" mindset that he had established earlier, and, at last, he finally felt completely relaxed and a lot happier. It had been a long, hard day, but wearing these, he could almost believe that it hadn't happened. It would be nice to wear them whilst Amy wore hers, at their next sleepover. He would send her a selfie later, he decided.
The rest of his evening was a lot more relaxing than what his day had been, that was for sure.
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Amys day however, only continued in the same positive vein it had started with.
She did well on a surprise test during the afternoon, and although she was starting to need a pee by the final siren, she was able to hold on and not wet herself, making it to the toilet in time before catching the bus.
She had no homework to do, and her mother ordered gluten free pizza for dinner, then produced a DVD of "Grease," a joint favourite of theirs, and told her daughter to put on her big diaper and her pyjamas, basically telling her that it was a toilet optional night, and they would have a girls night in, eating pizza and singing along.
During the movie, she recieved two messages.
One was from Nikki, with whom she had exchanged numbers earlier, thanking her again for talking with her, and again saying how she just couldn't wait to talk again tomorrow.
The second one was a picture message from Dan. It was a selfie taken using his mirror, and it showed him wearing the cutest pair of footie pyjamas she had ever seen on a boy. Her boyfriend was adorable, she thought. She texted him back, telling him how cute he was, and promised to call him after the movie.
She spoke to him for half an hour then, hearing about his horrible day. But as bad as it had sounded, he still sounded quite relaxed and almost upbeat. He told her all about having a smoke and wetting his pull up after school, and although it sounded kinda hot to her, she still chided him for smoking, as they had agreed it was going to be a weekend thing only. But he made her laugh, and she couldn't stay mad at him.
She didn't even have a big accident all night, only a couple of minor leaks, and her big nappy was dry enough to wear to bed.
Before she switched her light off, she started thinking about her conversation with Nikki. She thought about how Nikki had lifted up her dress, and showed her how wet her little girl style panties were. For goodness sake! Who wore "My Little Pony" knickers at high school? Wet ones at that! She thought that Nikki did look kinda cute though, in her wet panties and little girls uniform.
Amy wriggled a bit as she thought of it. Until she had met Dan, she had never met another kid who wet on purpose before, and even Dan had needed to be sort of convinced that what he sometimes did wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Now she had met a girl who did it as well. But this girl only did it for fun, there was no preceding medical reasons, but rather just for the sheer enjoyment of it.
Without realising what she was doing, Amy slid a hand inside her diaper. She found that spot that was nice to touch, and thought about Nikki wetting herself on the oval, and what it would have looked like. Her hand started tracing circles down there as she thought about the other girls see through wet panties, hiding under her uniform, as she went back to class.
Then her thoughts swung towards her boyfriend, and she imagined him hiding behind his shed, naked apart from his kiddie pull up, wetting himself on purpose, then putting a big fluffy diaper and his new footies on.
Her fingers went faster and faster. She opened the picture of Dan on her phone again, and somehow managed to think about Nikkis wet pants at the same time.
It didn't take long before Amys back arched off the bed, and she lay still shaking with pleasure for awhile.
Amy slept well that night. |
Chapter 8:
Lunchtime couldn't come quick enough for Amy, she was dying to hear more of Nikkis stories. She ate as quickly as possible, went to the toilet, and then hurried around the back of the gym towards the playing fields. Nikki was already sitting on the bench, and Amy was surprised at just how relieved she felt at the sight of her. Although the girls were supposedly talking for Nikkis benefit, Amy herself was just as desperate to hear another girls perspective on their strange habit.
Nikki was positively glowing with excitement at seeing her new friend. She squealed "Amy!" Thank God, I thought you might've changed your mind!"
Amy was grinning excitedly herself, "No chance! I just hadta go to the loo first!"
"But why? You've got one of lovely big pull up things on! Why not just use that?"
"Only cause I hate changing at school. Even though I'm on first name terms with the nurse, and she's really nice, it still feels kinda awkward when I go there. You know what it's like telling a grown up that you've wet yourself? Just feels funny. I only use my nappies on purpose at school if I need to do a pre-emptive strike."
Nikkis brow furrowed in confusion. "A pre what? What's that?"
"Pre emptive strike. That's what I call them anyway. It's when I can feel the need to pee building up, but I know that I won't be able to get to the toilet for a while. Instead of trying to hold on, which I can't do for very long anyway, and which will only lead to me losing control and flooding myself, I'll try to gently wet instead. You know, do it slowly and control it. That way my nappy has less chance of springing a leak. I mean it's only gonna end up wet if I don't, but if I pee early enough, it can stop me from having it running down my legs if I lose control. It's like a strategy I use sometimes."
The smaller girls eyes were gleaming with excitement. "Oh my God! I sooo wish I could wear a nappy and do that too!"
"Believe me Nik. You really don't want to wish yourself into diapers. I'd be a liar if I tried to tell you that it's never ever fun, cause it can be sometime, but I wish so badly that I didn't need them. Dan and I have talked about it, and we both agree. We both really wish that we didn't need them, but even if we didn't, it would be nice to like wear them occasionally. Just not HAVE to wear them, if you know what I mean."
Nikki nodded solemnly, "Sorry Amy, I wasn't like trying to make light of it at all. You are right, it would be suck to need them I guess, but I'd definitely kinda like to try them though. Probably not at school though. Maybe just like at home and stuff."
"So anyway Nik, I want to hear more of your background stuff. Don't worry, I'm gonna tell you my stuff as well, but I think that we're quite similar, ya know? I'm really interested in just how you started wetting for fun exactly."
Nikki was obviously anxious to talk. There didn't appear to be the slightest trace of the nerves that she had displayed yesterday. In fact, she was eager to discuss things. Amy guessed, quite correctly, that after getting over the initial embarrassment of admitting that she wet herself, then the shock of finding out that she wasn't alone with her secret kink, that she had had time to process what she'd heard, and was now desperate to learn as much as possible.
"Wellll, it's just like I toldya, I guess. I've always had maybe just a kinda weakish bladder. Not too bad of course, just a little weak. Mum says I was a bit late to toilet train, and I was still wearing daytime nappies at four, although I don't really know if that's kinda old or not. The little girl next door who I babysit for, Mikayla, she's four, and she's not toilet trained at all. But apparently Troy was out of his day nappy when he was only three, so I was slower than him, that's for sure!"
"Did your brother ever wet himself, or his bed, like when he was younger?"
"Only a couple of times. I saw him wet his pants maybe three times, but that would've been before he turned ten, and I remember him wetting the bed twice. Once when he was probably nine, just like for no reason, and again when he was fourteen, but that time he was pretty sick. He had the flu, and mum made him drink a lot of fluids, and he fell asleep during the day. He was really upset about that one. Mum was really nice about it, but he had to eventually get a new mattress, cause mum never got the stain out of it."
She was grinning mischievously, "I saw him shit in his pants once as well! I would've been eight, and he was twelve. We were at our aunties place, and having a water fight with our cousins. There's twin boys a year younger than him, and a girl the same age as me. We've all grown up together, and we're pretty close. But cause Troys the oldest and biggest, he always ended up like bossing us around a bit, and being in charge kinda. But this one day, we were all running around with our super soakers and water bombs, playing girls against the boys, which was kinda unfair, like three against two, and they were bigger than us."
She paused for a drink, and like yesterday, Amy found herself sharing some of it. "Anyway, I didn't see him actually do it. We were filling up our guns at our tap, and the boys were using another one, when my cousin Aiden came running around the corner calling out for our mothers, and yelling out that Troy had had an accident! My mum and aunt came running outside, thinking he was hurt, and we could hear him crying. We went behind the shed where he was, and my other cousin was trying to calm him down. He had the runs apparently, and had pooed in his white shorts! He had a big brown stain on his bum, and it was even on his legs! Jesus, wasn't mum mad about that! She made him take his pants off and used the hose to wash him off, then he had to walk naked back inside for a shower. Afterwards, he came back out wearing a pair of our cousins speedos,but he didn't want to play anymore."
"But anyway, this isn't telling you much about me though. Like I said, I think my bladders just a little bit weak maybe. It's not like a problem or anything, but I do need to pee a lot, and I don't seem to be able to hold on as long as a lot of other kids do. My girl cousin who I was just talking about, well, her and me, we'd always play like holding on games with each other when we had our swimsuits on, but we never ever told the boys of course. We'd run around in the backyard playing until one of us gave up and went to the toilet, or wet her swimsuit. We only did it when our swimsuits were already wet though, so nobody else knew. But I don't think I've ever won a game yet. She beats me every time!"
Amy was intrigued by Nikkis use of the present tense. "So you guys still do this?"
"Hell yeah! Although not as much these days. When we were kids, we'd just run around under the hose and stuff, cause neither of us has a pool, but we feel a bit stupid doing it now. But if we go to the beach or stuff, we always do it. I'm looking forward to this weekend. It's the last one that Adventure World is open for, so Tyler and I are going there. It's gonna be the first time that we've been allowed to go on our own too! No adults! We'll play some holding on games then for sure!"
Amy clapped her hands. "Danny's taking me as well! I've never been, and it sounds so cool, I can't wait!"
Nikki smiled. "The last weekend is always packed. I reckon every kid in Perth is going. It'll be awesome!"
"Anyway Nikki, about your cousin, is she into wetting as well?"
"Oh God no! Not at all actually. I mean she's seen me wet myself a few times, and she's been okay about it, and she'll pee in her swimsuit occasionally, I know that, but she'd never ever do it in her pants. Even when we do our holding game, she usually prefers to go to the toilet instead of wetting in her bathers, although I know she does sometimes."
"We'll have to meet up there Nikki. I can introduce you to Dan. You'll like him. He's a great bloke."
"Definitely! Troy and Cass said he nice. It must be nice to have a boyfriend...."
"It is Nik. It's great. I'll tell you some of what we do eventually, but you finish your story first."
"Okay. So even when I'm by myself, I've always liked holding on, and seeing how long I can last for when I need to pee. But like I told you, it doesn't seem like it's very long. I guess it started when I was little. Like I've said, I didn't like using strange toilets, and I still don't. I always chose to hold on instead. But, I couldn't always hold on long enough, and I'd wet myself in the end. The thing is, I'd still feel better in wet pants than using a difference toilet. It never felt that bad to me, just warm and cozy, at least to start with. I never just deliberately wet myself, I would try to hold on, but if I did have an accident, it never bothered me to much."
They shared another drink, then Nikki continued. "After awhile, I actually started kinda enjoying holding on. It was fun to see how long I could last. I'd usually only do it if I was wearing a dress or skirt and was outside. I'd never risk wetting on the floor. But if was was in my backyard, I'd like drink heaps so I'd need to pee, then I'd do like experiments. You know, I'd jump with my skipping rope, or see if I could run around the house five times, stuff like that. Because it was like an actual proper experiment, I'd never give in and go to the toilet. I'd just keep holding on and doing stuff until I pissed myself. When that would happen, I'd just lift my skirt up and pee through my knickers! I didn't even care if my legs or feet got wet, so long as the rest of my clothes stayed dry. I got away with it a lot, but not always. Sometimes mum would just call me over and check my panties, and if they were wet, I'd get a smack on the bum."
"But she wasn't so harsh if we were out. She knew that I hated public toilets, so she usually made sure I only wore dresses or skirts when we went out, just in case. A few times she even told me to wet myself, cause she knew I was busting."
This got Amys attention, as it was similar to her own experience. "Like how or when Nikki? And how old were you?"
"Quite often really. There's been a few times in car parks. We've been shopping, I've needed to pee, but I've refused to use the restroom, so when we've gotten back to the car, mums let me wet myself before I've gotten in. Then I've had to take my knickers off before sitting down. When I was younger, she'd take me to the playground, and although she always made me go to the toilet before we left home, if I needed to go again, she'd tell me to go and stand on the grass and go. Also at Troys football games. We'd go and watch him on a Saturday morning, and some grounds only had porta potties, and there is absolutely no fucking way that I'm ever using one of those, so mum let me wet myself instead. You asked how old I was? That was mostly before I turned ten. But there's been a few times when I was older, even recently.....,"
Amys eyes were now shining with interest. "How recently Nik? What happened?"
"Well only a month ago really. We went down to Rockingham to the beach, and you know that's only like half an hour away?" Amy nodded, so Nikki continued, "Well there was only mum and me, Troy was with his mates somewhere, so we went for a drive just for something different. Before we left, mum told me to make sure I peed in the ocean first, which I did. I dried off as best as I could, then put my shorts and t-shirt on over my one piece. On the way home, we got stuck in traffic on Rockingham Road. There was an accident. By the time we got past it, I needed to pee again, I guess cause I was drinking like heaps all day. Mum wanted to stop at a petrol station, but I just flat out refused. I begged her to pull over, saying I'd just take my shorts off and wee through my bathers, but she wouldn't let me do that beside the road. She got kinda mad, but ended up getting me to fold our towels up, and we had like three of them, then sit on them, and wet myself in the car."
Nikki saw Amys eyes widen even further upon hearing this. So she hastened to add, "Believe me Amy. That was one time that I definitely didn't just deliberately do it on purpose. But I did have an accident though. It was kinda horrible to tell the truth. I had pink shorts on, and they were a bit damp from my bathers, but not too bad. I had like my thighs clamped together really tightly, with my hands squeezed between them, and I'm rocking backwards and forwards on the seat, my feet are bouncing around, and I was starting to cry. Mum was trying to be supportive, and telling me it was alright, and not to worry about it, but I just didn't want to wet myself sitting next to her."
"So? What happened? Tell me!"
"Well mum must've gotten a bit distracted by me carrying on, and wasn't watching the road properly. The next thing, the car in front of us stopped, and she had to like jam the brakes on. I went forward into the seatbelt, and it squashed against my tummy. Before I knew what was happening, I was just full on pissing myself and I couldn't stop. We had pulled up at the lights, and there were people everywhere, and my pink shorts were turning darker and darker, and pee was soaking into the towels. I started crying, mum was trying to calm me down, but she couldn't, and I just couldn't stop until I'd emptied my bladder."
She glanced at Amy, then lowered her eyes a touch.
"But ya know what? It was absolutely horrible at the time, but a part of me still kinda enjoyed it I think. I mean, it was a real accident, and my mum had told me it was okay, and although it felt embarrassing, nobody but her saw it. I mean I know it sounds kinda fucked up, but it was almost nice to have a public accident, get away with it, and not get into trouble either, you know?"
Amy gave her a knowing look, "Yes Nik, believe me, I know exactly what you mean. It's what I do like about wearing nappies. I get that same feeling as well."
The look of relief on Nikkis face was evident. She had been so scared of talking to Amy, fearing that the older girl would not only hate her, but publicly out her as well. To find out there was another kid who enjoyed the same things as she did, was beyond her wildest dreams.
"That's about it in a nutshell Amy. I have a sorta weakish bladder, I sometimes have accidents, but I like holding on as well, which causes them. If I can get away with it, I'll wet myself on purpose as well. So now you know my deepest darkest secrets!"
"Not all of them Nikki. What about your bed wetting?"
"Not much more to tell you on that. It's like I said yesterday, I used to wet the bed accidentally until I was like nine, then I grew out of it. I kept doing it on purpose though, because I really liked wearing pull ups, and I wanted mum to let me keep wearing them, but she didnt. But I still wet the bed on purpose sometimes, just because it's fun, and I can still get away with pretending it's an accident."
Her eyes and voice lowered, and her shoulders slumped a bit. Sounder sadder, she added, "I guess I'll have to stop doing it soon though. Mum always threatened to take me to the doctors if I was still wetting the bed when I turned thirteen. That was over a month ago, and I've wet it three times since then, including those two nights in a row, which I really shouldn't have done. I keep telling myself that I'm gonna stop doing it, but it's sorta fun, you know?"
"I'm afraid that's one part I don't agree with you on, Nik. I hate wetting the bed," her eyes glinted though, "But I do sorta like the heavy morning diaper though!"
This elicited a giggle from both girls.
"I'm still dying to hear your stories Amy, but I've gotta go to the toilet, I've been holding on since recess, and I'm getting desperate!"
"Why don't you just do what you did yesterday? Pee your panties over there?"
Sounding a bit disconsolate, she explained, "I don't dare do that today. Mums picking me up after school, and we're going clothes shopping. She'll probably see me in my knickers, and I can't afford for them to be wet or stained if she does."
"Fair enough I guess. Come on, I'll go with you, and I'll tell you all about what I like to do as we walk....,"
And she did. |
Chapter 9:
It's simply amazing just how quickly your mood can change when you're a teenager. On Monday afternoon, Dan felt as miserable as he had ever felt, but by Wednesday morning, he was on top of the world again.
He had woken up ten minutes before his alarm sounded, with a dry diaper. He had slept all night, not waking up to pee earlier, so for him to still be dry in the morning was rare. He had to hurry to the toilet though, and had a worrying moment as he tried to undo his tapes without causing any damage, but he was successful. Hurriedly swinging his now bare backside around, he sat on the toilet only mere seconds before his pent up urine started flowing.
Sighing with relief, he reached down and pulled his nappy out of his pants, and carefully inspected it. Yep, bone dry! And that was two days in a row as well!
He hitched up his footie pyjamas, flushed, and washed his hands. He carefully folded the dry diaper up for future use, and admired his reflection in the mirror. Admittedly he did feel a little bit weird in his footies, but he was now beginning to think of them as his lucky pyjamas. He'd worn them to bed on Monday night, and had woken up during the night to use the toilet, and now, somehow managed to sleep all night and still wake up dry!
Totally freaking awesome!
Now he was going commando, he enjoyed the feeling of the warm fleece caressing his boy bits, and gave himself just a quick squeeze as he looked at his reflection. He felt his boyhood stir slightly, so he quickly took his hand away. Walking downstairs sporting an erection simply would not do.
Still having some time left, Dan switched his alarm off before it could sound, and lay back down on the bed, stretching his legs out straight in front of him. He grinned a bit as he saw his toes curling inside his footies. Yes, he probably looked stupid, but they were soooo comfortable!
The boys mind again floated back to the day before, and the other incident that had helped to improve his mood so much.
After arriving at school on Tuesday morning, he had, as usual, visited the boys room. As he stepped out, back into the throng of students, he heard his name called by a grown up.
"Daniel. DANIEL! May I have a word please?"
Swivelling around, Dans blood froze at the sight of Mr Davies, who towered over the heads of the grade eight boys. Gesturing with his hand for Dan to walk with him, the boy had no other option but to comply. They walked together in silence until they were away from the gathering students, and once they had some privacy, the teacher spoke.
"Daniel. I'm not in the habit of doing this as a rule, but I'm terribly afraid that I owe you an apology."
Dan was stunned. Out of all the possible outcomes from crossing paths with this particular teacher again, he hadn't considered this happening. Feeling completely shell shocked, he could only stammer "Wh...how... why sir?"
"Yesterday, after you left the classroom, I was a bit upset that you had deliberately circumvented my wishes. I expressed this to Father Ryan, and he explained your somewhat delicate situation to me. Of course, if I had of been aware of your medical issues, I would not have hesitated to grant you permission to leave the room, but I was asked to fill in for Father Ryan at the last moment, so obviously I didn't have a chance to do a complete background check on forty boys. You really should of spoken up Daniel, and told me. Why on earth didn't you?"
"Because none of the other kids know about it Mr Davies. I'd kinda like to keep it that way too, at least for now."
The teachers attitude had softened a lot, and he didn't appear to be anywhere near as strict and authoritarian as he had at first. "So how do you manage it Dan? It must be difficult keeping something like that a secret from your friends."
Dan nervously looked around, making sure that they were still well out of earshot of the other students before he answered, "I wear a pull up, and go to the boys room a lot. That's about it, really."
"I don't want to pry Daniel, but did you have any problems making it yesterday? When I held you back?"
Dan had to think quick. Here was a situation where he could tell the truth with some embarrassment, or easily lie and avoid it. He quickly decided that the truth would probably be a better option, as it might reinforce to the teacher how bad his problem was for future reference, if he should ever find himself in his class again. Also, if he was to be honest with himself, a small part of him wanted Mr Davies to feel bad, at least a bit. His accident the previous day could of had the implications to destroy Dans social life, and he sort of wanted the teacher to suffer at least a bit of guilt.
"I had to change in the toilet sir. I had an accident."
Mr Davies winced visibly upon hearing this.
"Well Master Daniel, all I can say is I am truly sorry about that. I can only expect a visit or a phone call from your folks now, which is understandable, and I will again offer my apologies to them. I hope you understand that a teacher just cannot give permission for his students to be running loose around the school during lessons, but I'm afraid that I made an error of judgment in your case. It won't happen again, and please don't worry, your secret will remain so."
All Dan could do was mutter, "Thank you sir," then the teacher clasped his shoulder lightly and briefly, before turning away and disappearing back the way he'd come.
Dan had felt like the eyes of the entire student body must be on him, and was surprised to look around and notice that nobody had been paying them the slightest attention at all. He looked for his friends, knowing that they at least would have noticed and been curious, but then saw that they were only just entering the playground now, and hadn't even been present to witness his discussion. At least he wouldn't have to explain anything to them.
Now, laying on his bed, and watching his toes wiggling in his kiddie pyjamas, he smiled to himself again. Perhaps his luck wasn't too bad after all. He had gotten away with not only his accident, but his potentially embarrassing talk with the teacher, and had been quick enough to send his mother a text message, explaining that he'd talked to the teacher, who seemed really nice after all, and managed to convince her not to call the school and make a scene.
Best of all, it was Fly-Out Day! His dad was finally coming home after six weeks up north. He'd be home for two whole weeks, and Dan couldn't wait to see him. He still hadn't quite reached that stage of being embarrassed or uncomfortable with his parents, that most teenagers seem to go through. Dan loved his dad a lot, and was so excited to finally see him again. He'd actually been pleading with his mother to let him have the day off from school, so he could go to the airport with her, but she had refused and wouldn't budge on the idea.
Also, Sonia and Amy were coming around for a barbecue, and he hadn't seen his girlfriend in like forever, and he was just as keen to see her again as well.
Shaken from his reverie by the sound of his name being called, he found that he'd been daydreaming long enough to exceed his alarm time, and so he hurriedly donned his dressing gown and went downstairs. When he had put his new pyjamas on for the very first time, he thought that he would probably have trouble gaining traction on the wooden stairs or tiled areas, but the feet portion of his pants were covered with little rubber grippers, and he'd had no problems.
Nor did he have any problems proudly telling his mother that he had remained dry for two nights in a row, or had any accidents whatsoever since Monday. He did strike problems when he tried again for the umpteenth time to wheedle the day off school to go and meet his father though. Sue refused again, but struck a compromise by agreeing to pick him up after school so he would get home faster.
But as the day dragged on, his good fortune held out. He got through the entire day without so much as a leak, and as the final siren went, he only had a mild urge to go. It was so mild, that he almost didn't bother going to the toilet. His mother would be waiting for him, the car ride would be a lot quicker than the bus, his dad was by now waiting at home, and he hardly even needed to go. Surely he'd be able to hold on for another fifteen or so minutes......
But the memories of his disastrous car ride from a week ago, when his mothers car had got caught up in the big traffic jam, and he'd completely flooded his pants, came back to haunt him. It was bad enough having his mother watch his accident, he really didn't want to be getting out of the car to greet his dad while wearing wet pants. So he made a quick pit stop first, just to be safe.
Sue had to suppress a grin. Her son was so visibly excited about seeing his father, it was like watching a little boy on Christmas morning. He couldn't sit still, he couldn't stop talking, and he was full of questions. Eventually, they arrived home, and Dan literally ran inside, looking for his dad. He found him, outside in the patio, cleaning the barbecue.
"DAD!" Dan yelled, and ran outside to hug him.
Even though Dan wasn't exactly small, his father was a big man, and when he wrapped his arms around his son, he could still lift him effortlessly off the ground, as he had been doing since Dan was a toddler.
"DANNY BOY!" His father yelled, holding the boy a foot off the ground and swinging him around as if he was still a child.
"Urgh! Put me down ya bully," Dan squealed gleefully, and drove his elbow into his fathers shoulder. Peter feigned injury, but quickly retaliated with a karate chop to his sons neck. They were soon rolling around on the lawn, laughing and wrestling with each other, while Sue looked on in mock disgust.
"Really Pete," she proclaimed, "you're worse than your son, and that's saying something! Danny! Get off the bloody grass! You'll get stains all over your uniform."
Neither male obeyed immediately, but they were both wise enough to not push the female too far, and eventually they settled down. After another hug, Dan ran upstairs to get changed.
He quickly stripped all his clothes off, when he noticed something for the first time. His Goodnight was wet. It wasn't saturated, and certainly hadn't leaked, but it was wet. Dan realised that he had wet himself with excitement while wrestling with his dad! Thankfully, he had emptied his bladder before leaving school, so he hadn't peed much, but it was still disconcerting to discover that he had actually peed himself and not noticed it at all. This took some of the gloss off his mood, but he was determined that it wouldn't spoil it completely. After all, nobody but him knew about it, so it wasn't a big deal.
He dressed himself in his Eagles shirt and shorts, for the simple fact that his father was a Dockers fan, the other Perth based AFL team, and their greatest enemy. Daniel and Peter enjoyed a fierce but friendly rivalry about their respective teams. Not worrying about shoes, he padded barefoot back downstairs to the patio.
"Aw Jesus mate! Have you run out of decent clothes to wear? Won't your mother buy you any good stuff? Don't worry, I'll get you a Dockers shirt later!"
This started another good natured argument between them, which was completely normal. Dan helped his father set everything up, and their conversation swung towards what they had both been up to. With the barbecue now ready for use, Peter sat down, and opening a beer, he poured a small glass which he gave to his son, and motioned for him to sit down. This was a tradition that had developed between them since Dan had turned thirteen. On his first day back from his swing, Peter would allow his son a small glass of beer, and they would talk, man to man. One small consolation for Dan, was that they had already discussed, at length, his medical issues, his doctors visit, and his recent conversion towards adult diapers for home use. Dan planned on discussing wearing them to school, and "coming out" to his friends about his incontinence, but not today. Today, he just wanted to enjoy his fathers company, without being weighed down by heavier issues.
"So mate, tell me about your girlfriend. You've been holding those cards pretty close to your chest! Your mums told me more about Amy than you have. So come on, spill it!"
Dan felt the blush rising high on his cheeks. He wasn't sure exactly why, but he felt a bit embarrassed talking about it.
"I dunno what to tell you dad. She's really cool. She's like really pretty, she's smart, and we get along like really really well." He paused, looking shyly at his dad, "I guess mum told you that Amys like incontinent too?" Peter nodded. "Well we kinda like understand what it's like, ya know? Being a kid with problems I mean. It's one thing to like talk to your parents or doctors, but it's not the same as talking to another kid about it."
Peter sat in silence as his son spoke, and they both took a sip of their drinks.
"But it's not just about the bad stuff though. We like the same stuff, like movies and music and stuff, and just, I don't know, have a lotta fun together I guess!"
"I hope you're not having TOO much fun mate. You wouldn't do anything bad I hope?"
"Ah shit dad. This is what mum keeps on about! We're like fourteen remember? We're not gonna start having babies and getting married and stuff!"
Peter laughed, "Don't let your mum hear you swearing buddy, you know what she's like. She'd crack the shits!"
This caused them both to laugh uproariously. Already, their bond was again as intact as it had been before.
"Anyway dad, you'll meet her soon. Mum says you know Sonia?"
He chuckled at the question, "Yeah, before you kids were born, and before she got engaged, we all used to party together. There was quite a group of us that would go out all the time. Sonia was your mums best friend, and they always did stuff together. I'm looking forward to seeing her again, as well as meeting Amy of course!"
They did discuss Dans incontinence, but only in general terms. Pete never put his son on the spot by asking direct questions. He understood that Dan didn't enjoy discussing his accidents or bed wetting in specific details, so they just discussed things like what tactics he was employing to deal with it, and how he was coping at school. It became apparent to Dan that his father didn't know about his recent accident, and decided not to tell him.
It was just so hard being fourteen, and telling your father about wetting your pants.
Danny had a minor amount of homework to complete, and he wanted it finished by the time Amy arrived, so he went up to his room to do it. He discovered that even though he'd only drank a fairly small glass of beer, that it was still enough to make concentrating a bit more difficult, but he managed to get through it okay.
He did however get a sudden urge to urinate that almost overwhelmed him without notice. He knew that it was the beer, as it had happened to him before. Every time he drank it, it seemed to go through him quickly, and even though he'd peed before leaving school, then apparently had an accident while wrestling with his father, he almost wet himself as he did his homework. He was seated at his desk, diligently working on his algebra, when suddenly his penis twitched, and he'd almost squirted in his shorts. Jumping up quickly, he grabbed his crotch, and hurried into his bathroom, where he decided to pee in the shower because he didn't trust himself enough to get his pants down while maintaining his aim into the toilet. It was close, but somehow he kept his briefs dry.
Sweating slightly from his close call, he decided to put another Goodnight on, just in case it happened again.
Feeling a lot safer then, he finished his homework, checked the time, and was delighted to see that Amy and her mother were due to arrive at any minute. His feet were a bit cold, so he put his white ankle socks on, and was walking down the stairs as he heard a car pulling up in the driveway.
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Chapter 10:
Dan opened the door, and saw a taxi reversing out, as Sonia and Amy walked up the driveway, each carrying a bag. He hurried out to take the bag from Sonia, who gratefully relinquished it, but warned him to be careful as there was glass inside.
He stood aside, letting her get to the door first, then he grinned at Amy. She was as pretty as ever, again wearing a denim skirt, albeit a shorter one, teamed with the black and white striped knee socks that he liked, and a dark blue blouse. Her blonde hair was worn loose, and again featured coloured streaks, pink this time.
Marvelling at how gorgeous she was, and yet again almost unable to believe that she was actually his girlfriend, he leaned over and pecked her lightly on the cheek. Amys response was different however, she threw her free arm around his neck, pulled his head down close, and kissed him flush on the lips. Feeling a bit breathless, he stepped aside, and let her lead the way into the house, where they walked in on their mothers embracing, while Pete stood off to one side, grinning.
Once the women had released each other, Sonia and Pete faced each other, threw their arms open wide, and screamed each other's names out, before wrapping each other in a big hug. It was obviously something that they had done many times before, that had some hidden meaning for the grown ups.
Peter turned his attention to Amy, holding out his right hand in a gentlemanly fashion. "And you must be the lovely Amy, who has managed to steal my sons heart with your beautiful looks and charms," he performed an exaggerated bow, "I can see my boy has inherited my preference for pretty women, I am charmed, I'm sure!"
"Daaaad," Dan moaned mournfully, feeling embarrassed by his fathers antics, while Amy giggled girlishly, liking Peter at first sight.
Sonia took her bag from Daniel, thanking him for carrying it. Reaching inside, she produced a bottle of Amys favourite iced tea, two bottles of wine, and a bottle of expensive looking scotch, which she wiggled in front of Peters face first, then Sues.
"Remember this? Our trip to Melbourne?"
Sue and Pete both laughed. "Oh God," said Pete, "I remember bits of it, and I'm not sure I want too!" Sue put the tea in the fridge, produced wine and scotch glasses, and the adults headed outside, apparently forgetting about the kids already.
Amy and Dan looked at each other, a bit bemused by what they had seen, then they simultaneously burst into laughter, grabbed each other's hands, and ran up the stairs together.
Once inside Dans room, Amy immediately kicked her Converse off, and collapsed theatrically onto his bed. Dan kicked the door shut, and wasted no time in laying down beside her, immediately wrapping an arm over her, while she returned the gesture with her own arm.
They kissed, softly at first, but not for long. Dan probed her lips with the tip of his tongue, and she responded almost hungrily. Soon their arms were moving, as their hands started exploring each other. Dans hand gently fell across her hip, and ended up on her outside thigh, the hem of her skirt beneath his hand. As they kissed, his hand at first went lower, then slowly higher, until it was under her skirt, and brushing against the side of he diaper. Their kissing didn't slow, as he draped his hand across her backside, and felt how warm and swollen her diaper felt. Her body arched slightly, as he squeezed her buttocks through the sodden nappy.
"I wouldn't squeeze too hard Catholic boy, my nappies pretty wet at the moment," she told him, and she reached down in front of him, and rested her hand on the bulge she could see pressing against the tight little shorts that she liked seeing him in. She rubbed her hand gently upwards along his bulge. "Oh! No diaper! Is that just a Goodnight I can feel? Aren't you a brave boy?"
Then she squeezed him.
Dan felt something impossible. His dick had gotten even stiffer, and he wouldn't have thought that possibility existed. He found himself thrusting forward slightly, pushing his erection into her hand a bit harder.
After kissing for a bit longer, Dan made himself pull away. The signals his body had started sending him, were ones that he was learning to obey. If he didn't break physical contact quickly, he was going to soil his diaper, but in a different way for which it had been designed. They both stopped stroking at each other, and settled for laying beside each other, just holding hands instead.
After their breathing had returned to normal, Amy suddenly spoke up, "Hey Danny boy! Almost forgot! I gotcha a present!"
She sat up, and using her socked foot, dragged her bag across from where she'd dropped it. She muttered to herself as she rummaged around, "Where is the bloody thing? It's here somew........Ah! Gottit!" Speaking to him once more she issued instructions. "No, keep laying still, and close ya eyes. Danny! Close em I said!"
Doing as he was told, Dan could hear the sound of cardboard and plastic being ripped, then Amys weight shifted, and he felt something brush across his lips, something familiar. As he opened his mouth to speak, the mysterious something slipped between his lips, and he recognised the feeling immediately, although it felt slightly different.
Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of Amy grinning at him, with a bright pink pacifier in her mouth, while the one in his own mouth, was light blue. He quickly took it out and examined it. It was a very similar colour to his old dummy, but quite a bit larger, and brand new.
"I got us some new pacis," Amy said gleefully. "Boy and girl ones, but for older kids! They're much bigger, aren't they?"
Dan was stunned. Two nights ago, he was missing his paci terribly. He had rang Amy, but hadn't mentioned it of course. It just wasn't the sort of thing that you would blurt out.
"But why Ames?" He enquired.
The smile on her face faltered a bit. Suddenly, she thought that she'd done the wrong thing. "Well, no reason I guess. It's just, the other night, you sounded so low on the phone, and I thought you sounded like you could, I dunno, maybe like be missing your old dummy or something. You know, to like feel in control a bit? It's no big deal if you don't wan....Hey!
She was cut off mid sentence as he grabbed her, pulling her down again. This time, he didn't kiss her, just held her tightly. "Thanks Ames. Very much," he whispered, and she knew then, that she had been right, and he did miss his old one.
They put their respective pacifiers in, took each other's hands again, and lay there quietly for a couple of moments, just enjoying each other's touch.
Amy broke the silence first. "I need to change," she declared, and taking a fresh pull up from her bag, she disappeared into Dans bathroom.
He lay back, gently sucking on his new pacifier, and really started to feel in control again. His erection was finally fading, his breathing and heartbeat were returning to normal, and he was feeling good. Amy was amazing! "Amazing Amy! It certainly has a ring to it," he thought. He heard the toilet flush, then the taps run, and he quickly adjusted himself inside his pull up before she came back in.
Seated on the bed beside him once more, speaking around the pink dummy in her mouth, she smiled at him. "I love you Dan," she whispered.
"I love you too," he replied speaking around his own dummy and grinning back at her.
"I know what we should do," she declared suddenly. "We'll get married! Tonight! We'll run away! Run away, get married, join the circus! Whaddya say?"
Dan looked forlorn, "Gee Ames, I'd like to and all, but I've got a maths test tomorrow!"
"Dammit," she declared, "we're foiled because of math!"
They laughed heartily at their joke, then Amy put her pacifier back into her bag, and grabbed Dans wrist, pulling him upright. "C'mon, they'll be missing us by now! We'd better go down."
The patio lights were on, as was the gas heater. It was truly Autumn weather now, still mild to warm during the days, but night time was throwing its cloak of shadows earlier each day, and once the sun went down, the temperature headed in the same direction. Sue took one look at her son, in his shorts and sleeveless top, and strongly suggested that he change into something warmer. He made the effort to sigh exaggeratedly, but decided, as usual, that his mother was right.
Alone in his room again, he at first took his new dummy from the drawer, and put in in his mouth. Standing in front of the mirror, he slipped off his shorts and top, and now clad only in his Goodnight and socks, watched his reflection as he sucked on it. He was amazed at just how young he looked. It was almost like he could feel "Little Danny" wanting to come out. The combination of his young features, lack of body hair, paci, pull up, and little socks made him look no older than six he thought, although he knew that was a massive exaggeration.
He jumped violently when his door burst open, swivelling around and trying to cover himself with only his hands, and even forgetting the paci that was in his mouth. He thought that he may have peed a little bit as well.
When he saw Amy standing there grinning at him, he was very relieved. His first thought was it was his mum or dad, and that would have been even more embarrassing than this was. She stepped in, shutting the door behind her.
"Little Dan" she squealed, "I've missed you too!"
"What the hell are you doing here Ames? I'm getting changed!"
"Yep. Can see that," she said mischievously. "Just thought I'd get my jumper, ya know? Pretty cool outside."
"Well fuck. Couldn't you knock, you must've been sneaking up the stairs!"
"Yep! Sure was. Thought I might catch you like this, and it was like totally worth it! You look so sweet and cute!"
"You made me piss myself a bit you realise!"
"Really? Let me see...."
Amy took a couple of steps towards him, and when he went to speak, she took the dummy from his hand, said "shhh," and popped it into his mouth, cutting off his speech.
Looking at him square in the eyes, she stood in front of him, and placed her hand on the front of his pull up, and immediately felt his boyhood start to stiffen within it. Her eyes dropped down, and she visually inspected his nappy.
"Hmm. You didn't wee much though. Your little racing cars haven't even faded yet!"
Amy was waiting for Dan to jump back and protest, but he knew this as well, and was determined that he wasn't going to. He actually wasn't all that embarrassed, and was quite turned on by what she was doing. He somehow felt more covered than he had when he had worn and wet just his speedos in front of her, and of course she had seen him in Goodnights and swim diapers before, so the scare factor was getting less each time.
When he didn't flinch, Amy was surprised. "I'd better check the lining I suppose," she murmured, and before he could move, she had slipped her index and middle fingers inside his leg guard, and was feeling the lining of his pull up.
And touching his balls at the same time.
"Yeah, it is a little bit wet Danny. But not too bad, hang on, I'll check this bit."
Her hand slid up the inside of it, and rubbed against the underside of his erect shaft. She made no effort to actually grab him, but rubbed the knuckles of her two fingers against his boyhood as she "checked his diaper."
"Perhaps I should change you, just in case."
Dan started to protest at hearing that, but not very much. A part of him secretly wanted her too, and he had thought about her doing it many times before.
"Lay down," she commanded, "where do you keep your proper diapers?"
Without speaking, Dan just pointed at his bottom bedside drawer while he sucked faster and faster on his dummy, his breathing and heartbeat again going through the roof.
It was a game of bluff now, and they both knew it. Who would chicken out first? Amy was a bit shocked that Daniel hadn't already ran away screaming. He had proven in the past to be a bit reluctant, at least at first, when she had suggested games. But now, he was just complying with her, and she had almost painted herself into a corner by suddenly offering to change him. But she knew that there was no way of course that he would let her, she just had to not back out first, that's all.
Dan on the other hand was feeling strangely calm. Apart from the briefest touch of her hand against his boy bits, this was nothing that they hadn't already done before. They had touched each other's diapers, peed in front of each other, both in pants and nappies, so he didn't even feel all that self conscious. He had fantasised about her changing him before, but he was also supremely confident that this would not be the time. He knew, that she had bet all in here, and was backed into a corner, so all he had to do, was let her keep going until she chickened out. Which he kinda hoped would be soon.
Amy took a Molicare pull up from his diaper drawer, along with some wipes. She unfolded the nappy, and placed it beside him. For his part, he lay back sucking contentidley on his paci, although he was sucking harder and faster every minute.
They looked at each other, each waiting for the other to recoil in horror, and put an end to the game.
When Dan still hadn't moved, Amy swallowed forcefully. She bent over and grabbed the waistband of his pull up, looked him in the eyes, and paused. Dan was absolutely petrified. Now it looked as if she was going to go through with it, he was having mixed emotions. A part of him strongly wanted her to do this, but now the embarrassment was really starting to set in.
Amy slowly started pulling it down, only an inch or so, now revealing the top of his pubic mound, which she noticed was bald. She pulled again, revealing a bit more, and now the tip of his boyhood was only just covered.
Dan was about to panic. Again Amy was shocking him. She was actually going to do this! He shifted his weight, and started to bring his arms up to grab hers, planning on giving in first and putting a stop to this.
But, before he could move, Amy beat him to it.
In one quick motion, she yanked down quickly, stripping his pull up down past his privates.
He almost choked, tried to roll over, while thrusting both hands into his lap to cover his modesty, and swearing loudly. But Amy surprised him with her strength. She grabbed him on the waist, preventing him from moving too much.
"Show me," she said.
Feeling mesmerised, Dan complied. He slowly took his hands away, and now lay naked on the bed in front of her.
Amy was mesmerised herself. This was the first time she had seen a naked boy in real life since she was six years old and had witnessed her younger cousin. Dans "equipment" was certainly bigger than that, but also markedly smaller than other ones she had seen in movies and online. She noticed that he was circumcised, and had a small patch of pubic hair growing around the base of his shaft, which was standing upright, totally erect. His hands kept trying to cover himself, so she took them in her own, so she could have an unobstructed view.
Dan lay there, now completely naked apart from his socks, with his girlfriend sitting on the side of the bed at waist level, feeling like he was about to pass out with shock. He tried half heartedly to cover himself, but she had grabbed his hands, preventing him from doing so.
A Katy Perry lyric crossed his mind, "It felt so wrong, it felt so right."
That summed it up perfectly, he thought. He was embarrassed, but not humiliated though. Aware that his penis was hard was the worst part, but at least it made it look bigger. There were times when it was soft that it looked absolutely tiny, no bigger than a babies, or so he thought anyway.
Neither of them spoke. After a few seconds, Amy, with trembling hands, picked up the fresh Molicare, and one of his socked feet, sliding it over. Repeating this procedure with his other foot, she slid it up to his thighs, and he hoisted his bare backside off the bed, making his erection probe the air above it like a rocket taking off. He noticed that the tip of it was glistening in the light. With his bum raised, Amy was able to slide the pull up all the way, finally covering up his modesty again. She was super careful not to touch his boyhood at all as she did this.
Once it was snug around his waist, she bent forward, and kissed him on the tummy.
"There we go baby Danny. I've changed your nappy for you!" |
Chapter 11:
"I'd better get downstairs, before our olds start asking questions. See ya down there!" With that, she was up, grabbing her jumper from her bag, and was out the door.
Dan took a moment to just lay there. In reality, he was too shocked to move.
Amy had seen him naked. Amy had seen his dick. Amy had changed his diaper.
None of it made sense. Five minutes ago,, he was by himself, fully clothed, in the privacy of his bedroom. Now this had happened. It wasn't so much that he minded, but just that he had fantasised about this sort of thing happening many times before, but not like this. He'd often thought of being in charge, and asking Amy to do it, while he changed her, but never with her taking the initiative to act first.
Now he had mixed emotions. He was so turned on it wasn't funny. He felt some slight embarrassment, but truthfully not too much, and certainly no humiliation. He was worried about what she might think as well. He had seen lots of other boys private bits before, in the change room before gym class at school, and at the pool for swimming lessons, and from what he could tell, he was certainly of at least average build. But at the same time, he realised that he wasn't as large as a grown up, like somebody Amy might've seen in movies and stuff, and maybe she thought that he had a "baby dick" or something. He had been stiff, as well. He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse, but it was too late to worry about that particular aspect now. At least he hadn't orgasmed. He had thought that was going to be on the cards for awhile, but he had managed to control himself, Thank God.
He took a deep breath. Overall, he supposed that he didn't feel too bad, and in a way, he was kinda glad it had happened. Knowing Amy, he was willing to bet that at some stage, she'd return the favour, and let him change her.
He was really hoping that he was correct in thinking that.
But he was also aware of how vulnerable he had looked. He'd gone from sticking up for her to a bully, trying to defend her against a much bigger and stronger opponent, to letting her change his wet diaper like a baby.
A part of him wondered what she must think, treating her boyfriend as an infant, but at the same time he knew just how much she liked that type of thing herself. Shrugging mentally, knowing that what's done is done, he got up, put his paci away, and dressed himself in sweatpants and a flannel shirt that hung low enough to cover his waistband.
Now he was nervous about wearing in front of his father. Although Sue had told his father about Dans new adult diapers, and even though Dan himself had mentioned it earlier while talking to his dad, this would be the first time wearing a big nappy around him, and he hoped it wouldn't be too noticeable.
Picking up the Goodnight off the floor, he examined it. It really wasn't too bad at all. There was a small wet spot in the front, where he must've shot just a small squirt out when Amy had barged in on him, but it wasn't wet enough to throw it away. He picked up the packet of wipes as well, aware that Amy hadn't used them, and for that, he was glad. If she had of tried to wipe his diaper area, he had no doubt at all that he would of came, probably over her hand. He stashed the wipes and pull up back into his bottom drawer, went to the toilet, then back downstairs again.
Amy stopped in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of iced tea, then stepped back out onto the patio. Sonia looked at her, a touch suspiciously, Amy thought.
"Where have you been missy?"
Sighing exaggeratedly, Amy replied, "I toldya mum, I went to get my jumper. Dan'll be down in a sec, he's getting changed now I think."
"So long as you guys aren't getting changed together, that's alright," Sue chimed in, and all the adults laughed. Amy forced a laugh as well, but inside her chest, her heart was pounding. Obviously the grown ups had been paying more attention than she thought. Danny had disappeared upstairs to get dressed, and she had given a couple of minutes head start to him, planning on catching him undressed, like she had, but the oldies hadn't looked like they were paying much attention. Apparently they had. She wouldn't need to be a bit more careful in future. All in all, she hadn't been gone for even ten minutes, but her mother had noticed, probably only because they all knew that Danny was getting undressed up there.
Dan himself emerged five minutes later, took a seat next to Amy, who had sat as far away from the grown ups as possible, and they started talking. Nothing at all about what had happened upstairs was even remotely hinted at, instead, they discussed their trip to Adventure World. Pete wanted Dan to spend the day with him on Saturday, so they decided that they would go on Sunday, the final opening day of the year. That was their preference anyway, as rumours abounded about cheap discounted merchandise and even free stuff being given away before the park closed for the colder months.
"I spoke to that Nikki girl again yesterday to. She's very interesting Dan, I've gotta tell you about her later, and I reckon you'll be interested in what I tell ya. She's gonna be there as well, so you can meet her yourself. We could have some fun together I think."
Dans interest was piqued, but it was obvious that Amy either couldn't or wouldn't say anything until they were alone, so he dropped it.
Peter had finished cooking, and was loading the table with steaks, burgers, sausages, kebabs, chops and chicken wings. There were already tubs of salad, buttered rolls, various sauces and condiments, along with plates and glasses set out. They all took their seats, Peter sitting at one end, Dan to his left, with Amy beside him of course, Sonia at the opposite end, and Sue sitting across from the kids.
Peter took a beer from the cooler, and Dan held up his own glass hopefully, although he knew he wouldn't get another one. One small glass was all he was allowed, and he'd had that already. So when his father took the glass and filled it, Dan was pleasantly surprised. Not so his mother though. "Peter! Your sons had a drink! What do you think you're doing?"
"Come on sweetheart. One more won't hurt him. It's only a little glass. I haven't seen my little man for six weeks, let him go."
Sue reluctantly agreed, although her dislike of the concept was obvious. "Alright Pete, if you say so." She turned to Dan, "Last one mate. Just remember, beer will make you go to the toilet, so be careful, okay?"
"Muuummm," he replied, cheeks reddining at his mothers insistence on bringing his bathroom issues up at the table, "chill out, I'll be careful."
Amy saw her own opportunity arise. "Mummy, could I have a little glass of wine as well please?" With the same reluctance that Sue had shown, Sonia relented, and poured her daughter a small glass of white wine.
"Are we being bad mothers here Sue?" The question was asked in a light hearted tone, but still sounded semi serious.
"I don't know Son. Bugger it. Let the kids have a little drink. They've got to start sometime I guess, and I suppose it's better that they do it while we're around, rather than sneaking off somewhere else and experimenting." She fixed the teenagers with a firm glare. "This does not give you guys the right to drink anywhere else! Gottit! One glass at a barbecue doesn't mean you can start drinking with your friends at parties or anything. Do you understand me?"
Sounding suitably abashed, the kids answered in unison, "Yes mum/Sue."
The meal was eaten in good cheer. The kids sipped slowly at their drinks, making them last as long as possible. Dan took a sip of Amys wine, and grimaced at the taste, making everybody laugh at his reaction. Amy tried his beer, with pretty much the same response.
When it was over, the kids helped Sue clear up. When it was only her and Dan home, she generally washed up by hand, but tonight was definitely a night to use the dishwasher instead. As they carried in the mountain of plates, she scraped them clean and loaded it up. Peter meanwhile had opened the scotch, and poured three glasses for the adults. Finally seeing their chance to escape, Amy and Dan retired to the theatre room, which was further away from the back door than the lounge room, and where they should probably hear anyone approaching down the hall.
Without any discussion, Dan sat on the end of the big couch, Amy layed down, and put her stripey socked feet in his lap, which he grabbed straight away and started rubbing, causing her to arch her back with pleasure.
"Mmmmm. That's so good Danny! Wow! I feel a bit giggly now! I'm still not sure that I like that wine stuff, but it does make me light headed though. What exactly was your mum talking about? Did you have a drink earlier or something?"
"Yeah. Dad gave me a glass of beer before you guys got here. This is the first time he's ever let me have two! I feel the same way, a bit light headed, like when we drank the wine at your place. I'll tell you what, I could go a smoke now."
"Tough luck, Catholic boy. I didn't bring them. I don't think we could sneak away long enough anyway. My mum was a bit funny about me being up in your room earlier anyway."
"She's not the only one who was funny! What the hell happened up there Ames?"
Her eyes twinkled as she replied, "Why nothing really. I just saw a cute little boy who needed his nappy changed, that's all!"
Dan felt himself blushing. "And, um, like what, argh, what did you like think of that?"
The cocky smile disappeared from her face as she replied. "What did I think? I thought it was wonderful! I've wanted to do that to you for so long, probably from the first day we met, and I gave you one of my Molicares, remember? I kinda thought even then how nice it would be to like help you with it."
"I've had the same thoughts Ames, but that's not what I meant. I meant, now you've seen me naked, were you, umm, like disappointed or anything?"
That made her laugh, and laugh properly, without pretending to. "Danny. Why the actual fuck would I be disappointed? I just toldya! I wanted to do it! It made me happy!"
"Yeah, but now you've seen, you know, 'it,' you know it's not very big or anything, compared to other ones I mean..."
"Daniel Jacobs! Just how many of them do you think I've seen exactly?"
"Nononono! I didn't mean it like that. It's just, us guys, we're always like sorta aware of it, you know? I know I'm not like very large or anything, and it was kinda embarrassing."
"Jesus Danny! You're fourteen! How big do you expect it to be? Do you think I'd expect you to have like a porn star sized thingie? That was the first one I've ever seen in real life, and trust me, really, trust me when I tell you, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it at all! In fact, it was super fine. I kinda wanted to touch it, ya know?"
Feeling immensely relieved by her answer, which he could tell was genuine and honest, he said "You trust me now, be glad you didn't! I think it would've gotten messy if you had of! I think I may have to touch it later, after you leave..."
They shared a laugh at this, and the nervous tension seemed to leave the conversation, but still, he couldn't seem to drop it. "But seriously though, I'm the same. I've thought a lot about you doing that, and me doing it to you as well, but I've been like so scared about you seeing me down there. I still, well, look so small, to me anyway."
"I don't have a lot to compare you against, Catholic boy, but size wise, you looked perfectly normal, just what I'd expected you to look like, maybe even a bit bigger. If you want any honest negative comments, I was a bit surprised that you weren't a bit hairier. That's all. I mean you've got some hair there of course, but compared to me, not much at all."
"Yeah. The hair bit seems to be taking forever. It sorta went real quick from none at all, to what's there now, then it liked stopping or something. I keep waiting for it to grow more." He winked at her, "Maybe you should show me yours as well, I mean now you've seen mine, it's only fair!"
"Don't you worry about that Dan. I'm sure little Amy is going to need her diaper changed soon, but not tonight. We need a bit more time and privacy I think. I'll even let you use the wet wipes!"
They heard the sound of music being played outside, and realised that the grown ups were now getting into the swing of things. At least that meant they should be left alone for a while. Amy thought that it was as good a time as any to fill Dan in on what she had been learning about Nikki.
"So, you remember me telling you the other night how she wets deliberately?" Dan nodded, so she continued. "Well, apparently it stems from when she was a little kid. She didn't like going to strange toilets, so she'd try to hold on, but would wet herself after awhile instead. But she actually didn't care that much when it happened! So that turned into what she does now. She's just like us Dan! I mean she's not incontinent, but she has a weak bladder, and she likes holding on until she has an accident! And get this! She wets her bed on purpose!"
"You're kidding! She must wear protection to bed then?"
"Nup! Apparently she used to, but when it was stopping, her mum stopped letting her. She kept wetting sometimes hoping her mum would let her wear again, but she never did. Nowadays, she just pisses her bed and pretends it's an accident!"
"Really? I can't imagine doing that!"
"Can't you? I thought that at first, when she first told me, but then I thought about it a bit more, and thought it could be kinda fun," she smiled at him as she spoke, "especially if you were in bed with me, and did it as well...."
Dan felt himself getting instantly hard again, and used his hand to push her foot into his crotch a bit harder, wriggling a bit under the pressure, wondering if she could feel his hardness with her heel. "Well, maybe since you put it like that...."
"I think we'll have to put that on our 'to do' list Danny boy, that's for sure."
The rest of the evening went by nicely. The kids talked a lot, both about mundane things as well as their secret passions. They discussed Nikki, Adventure World, school, diapers, and Amy having her nappy changed by Dan.
At ten o'clock, a slightly tipsy Sonia called a cab, goodbyes were said, and Dan was sent to bed.
Safely inside his room, and no longer feeling the alcohol buzz, he removed his dry pull up, and sat on the toilet, attempting to drain himself as much as possible before going to bed. The beer had certainly gone through him, and he had peed twice already since dinner time, and had nearly had an accident the first time, suddenly feeling the strong urge hit him, causing him to suddenly push Amys feet quickly off his lap, and run to the downstairs toilet, thankfully finding it unoccupied. He knew that if he had to go up the stairs, his nappy would've been very wet by the time he got to the top. As he sat there urinating, he thought grimly to himself that being to drink alcohol when he got older may not be a possible thing, particularly if it was going to make him go as much as this.
He brushed his teeth, and padded into his room, naked from the waist down apart from his socks, pausing to look at himself in the mirror as he did so. He thought that Amy had been honest with him about the size of his boyhood, but looking at it in the mirror, now all soft and flaccid, he couldn't be sure. It looked absolutely tiny, he thought.
As he stared at his reflection, his mind drifted back to earlier events, particularly Amy removing his Goodnight. Without having to touch himself, he saw his penis twitch, and start to elongate. The memory of her sliding it down, and freeing his erect penis to stand tall in front of her made him shudder, and his toes curled a bit at the thought. His member was now half erect, and he slipped his left hand down, (as his right one still held his dry pull up,) and lightly touched himself.
That was all it took. Suddenly, he was standing at full attention, and he turned left and right, closely examining his reflection from every angle. He had measured himself with a ruler a few times, but hadn't done it for a while. When he had kept reading sizes discussed on the Internet, it seemed like 6-8 inches was mentioned a lot. As a child of the metric age, he had needed to find a ruler that had inches on it, and when he had, and had seen his relative shortfall of this magic number, he had felt like crying with disappointment. But deep down, he knew Amy was right, he was still only fourteen, and hopefully he could one day manage to hit six inches or more. But for now, he probably wasn't doing too bad, he thought.
With his erect boyhood still bouncing around in front of him, he took a tape on diaper and his wipes from his bottom drawer. Putting the diaper to one side, he took a handful of wipes, and wrapped them around his hardness, as his thoughts again turned towards his girlfriend changing him.
It didn't take long to finish, and soon afterwards he was comfortably diapered, feeling great relief, and laying in bed.
The beer continued to work through his system, and he wet the bed that night, heavily enough to leak, and get his Spider-Man pyjamas and sheet wet, but he had kind of expected to wake up wet anyway, and it wasn't enough to take the shine off his good mood.
All in all, his friendship with Amy was progressing splendidly, he thought. |
Chapter 12:
As soon as Dan woke up laying on his stomach, he knew he was in trouble. Being a lifelong bed wetter, he was virtually trained to sleep on his back, as it was the safest way to prevent leaks, the type of which he could tell already that he had suffered now. He didn't need to put his hands under the sheets to check, his entire midsection felt cold and wet.
Fearing what he was going to find when he eventually looked, he started off by lifting his groin up, then pressing it down again, grinding it into the wet sheet. There appeared to be something amiss with his nappy, and it felt all scrunched up and crooked. He slipped his hand underneath his crotch, and immediately found a large, cold, wet patch.
Rolling onto his back confirmed it, his diaper was hanging off him underneath his Spider-Man pyjamas. Not really wanting to look, but needing to know, he started the inspection in stages. First, the time. It was only just 6:00am, and that was a good thing. He'd have time to strip the bed and have a shower before breakfast. There was no way of hiding his shame, but at least he could deal with it himself, as he hated it when his mother changed his wet sheets. He reached over and switched his bedside light on, and took his paci from the drawer as well, giving him the feelings of control he needed to find out just how wet he actually was.
Next, the doona. Lifting it up gingerly, he was extremely relieved to find it unscathed. Whenever he had gotten it wet in the past, his mother had it dry cleaned, and the dry cleaner just happened to be good friends with his dad, and knowing that there was another grown up who knew about his problem made it worse, especially on the occasions where he'd been with his father and they'd met with his friend. Of course nothing was ever said, but Dan always felt as if his fathers friend looked at him strangely, and he didn't know if his dad had ever mentioned his daytime accidents or diapers to him either.
With the doona now deposited on the floor, it was the sheets. Currently, his sheets were sky blue, and so any wetness would be extremely obvious. He looked at the top sheet that was still covering his body, and the horror beneath it. At first glance it appeared alright, but upon closer inspection he found a wet stripe across his middle. It was nearly dry, but he could still see it though.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he pulled the sheet back, and propped himself on his elbows to look down. He was drenched. The bottom of his pyjama shirt and the t-shirt he wore underneath it had gotten wet as well, and his red PJ's were soaked from the elastic waistband to his thighs, and the darker blue wet spot spread out from around his butt on both sides. This was undoubtedly the biggest bed wetting that he'd had in years.
"Ah shit," he muttered from around his dummy, as he tried to work out why it had happened. There was definitely something very wrong with the way his nappy was feeling.
Grimacing slightly at the feel of his cold wet pants, he pulled the waistband up and looked, and immediately found the problem. The top tapes were both undone, the diaper itself was all scrunched down, and he could see the tip of his penis poking out over the top of it. He let the elastic go, and it snapped back with a wet plopping sound.
Laying back, he tried to piece together just what exactly had gone wrong. He remembered going to bed, and masturbating first, then putting his diaper and pyjamas on.......
Suddenly, it became clear. He had laid there for a few minutes, but still felt quite aroused as his thoughts centred around Amy changing him. Although he had just reached an orgasm, his boyhood had been stiffening up again already. He had only been successfully gaining pleasure with his hand for the past couple of weeks, and was still learning something new every time he tried it. Up until now, he had never tried to do it a second time so soon after a successful orgasm.
As he lay on his wet sheet, he remembered what he had done. He'd decided to try and do it again, and had slipped his hand inside his diaper, but as he did so, he'd felt the right hand tape pop open. Deciding to fix it later, he had tried to get down to the job "at hand," but he hadn't reached a climax, and must've fallen asleep as he played with himself. His nappy must have twisted around at some stage, resulting in the other tape coming undone. With both top tapes now open, his diaper had apparently fallen down in the front, leaving him virtually unprotected. As he lay there, he was aware of how bunched up it felt between his legs and under his butt, almost feeling like he had a large turd in his pants. That would explain why and how he'd ended up sleeping on his stomach and not his back.
Feeling happier now that he had worked out what exactly had happened at least, he decided that he really should get up and start the cleaning process, not to mention going to the toilet again. His bladder wasn't filled to capacity, but judging by how cold his clothes and sheets were, he deduced that he must've wet himself some time ago, and while he wasn't bursting, he could feel the need to pee again. The cold wetness of his pants was probably assisting his urgency as well.
Then, out of nowhere, his thoughts turned to Nikki, the girl he had never met before who wet her bed on purpose occasionally. When Amy had told him this, he had at first been shocked, but quickly became intrigued by this as well, and had wondered what it must feel like, to just deliberately wet the bed with no night nappy on.
Feeling suddenly wide awake, a devious thought crossed his mind. He could do it himself! His sheets were already wet, and he'd be putting them straight into the wash, so there wouldn't be any added shame to deal with.
Feeling the first stages of arousal overtaking him, he lifted his bum up, and pulled down his pants, giving him access to his bottom leg band tapes, which he quickly ripped open. He pulled the diaper off, and left it on his bed, then pulled his already wet pants back up, shivering a bit as the cold cloth slid up over his now erect boyhood, but the shiver was also partly attributable to his building excitement.
Pulling the top sheet back over himself, he laid back, sucking nervously on his pacifier, as a small tent seemed to sprout from out of his lap. His hands were on top of the sheet, and he grabbed the tent with one of them, and squeezed it firmly, the action leaving wet finger shaped marks across the blue fabric as the moisture transferred from his wet pyjamas. He thought of what this unknown girl must do, then he thought of Amy doing it, and then both him and Amy doing it together, and it made him clench up, and rub his growing hardness through the dampening cotton. It was a fantastic feeling, but eventually he had to let go with his hand, as he had a raging hard on, and as a result, couldn't manage to let go enough to pee.
Breathing quicker now, he dropped his hands to the side, trying to let his body calm down a bit. His left hand fell onto the diaper that was beside him, so in an effort to distract himself a bit, he picked it up and examined it. It was saturated in the front, mostly around the top of it, and while it was a little bit wet in the crotch, the back of it was nearly dry. The outside seemed wetter than the inside. This confirmed his theory on what had happened. He had definitely been only just wearing it, and had peed out over the front of it. He couldn't believe that he hadn't woken up, and wondered if the two glasses of beer had made him sleep deeper than usual, as well as increasing his pee output.
But the distraction of checking his nappy seemed to work. His body had calmed down again, and now he could feel his need to pee had cranked up another notch. While it still wasn't urgent, he was fast approaching the danger zone, and would normally get up and go to the toilet at this point. He relaxed his holding muscles, but still couldn't seem to let go. This was not only strange, but also irritating he thought. He had wet while lying on his back for fourteen years, but now when he actually wanted to, he couldn't let go.
Trying a different tactic, he sat upright, and laid his back against the wall, spreading his legs open in a big V. That worked, and he felt a sudden twitch as he almost sprung a leak. If he hadn't reacted on instinct and clamped his muscles tighter, he would have leaked accidentally.
But now he was sitting upright, the top sheet seemed more of an inconvenience. It kind of bunched in his lap, and was now hiding what he planned on doing. "Fuck me," he muttered, "who would have thought that I'd have so much trouble wetting the fucking bed?"
Another idea struck him. He stood up, and quickly hunched over as a wave of desperation washed over him. He had to grab himself through the cold,wet fabric of his thick, fleecey pants to maintain control. But once he was upright, he quickly pulled the top sheet up tightly, covering the dark wet patch on the bottom sheet. There was a wet spot the size of a tennis ball on it, where he'd been squeezing his pants through it, but that was about all, and he quickly sat back down on that spot, hiding it with his bum.
Dan relaxed against the wall again, spreading his legs apart once more. He was aware that the dry sheet he was sitting on now had a wet bum print on it, but from his seated position, it looked dry. He sucked slowly on his dummy, using it to bring his breathing and heart rate back down a bit. He closed his eyes, and counted slowly to ten, as he let go of his holding muscles.
He got to five, then felt something kind of switch inside him. Suddenly, he could feel the pee start traveling towards his penis.
Six. He opened his eyes. Seven. Here it comes. Eight. Past the point of no return now. Nine.....
As he stared at his lap, the already darker coloured red cloth, with little pictures of Spider-Mans head and bits of web, suddenly grew darker again. His penis was completely unrestrained beneath his baggy pants, and it twitched and moved freely as the hot urine erupted from it. While Dan couldn't see it, he could feel it. It had been sort of laying to the right a bit, and suddenly he had hot pee running over his right hip. His pyjamas had been still dry on the sides, but not anymore. When he had twitched, his boyhood had straightened a bit, and started pointing upwards. He was now peeing a fountain into the front of his pants, and could even see it bubbling up, looking a lot like the water fountains at school, before it cascaded back down onto his pubic mound again, running in rivers off his crotch, and disappearing into his bum crack.
He had lost all control now. Even if his parents were to suddenly walk in, there was no way he could stop, even if he wanted to. He watched in awe as the sheet between his spread legs darkened, and sent out scouts in every direction. Within a few seconds, his top sheet was now even wetter than what his bottom sheet had been. The bottom of his shirt was resting on the crotch of his pants, and he looked on, fascinated, as it started wicking the wetness upwards, almost as if his pee was determined to invade every dry bit of cloth that it could.
Without thinking about what he was doing, he grabbed for the button on his fly, and opened it. Without stopping his flow, he pulled his dick out, and held it away from his stomach, and watched as his pee stream arced upward briefly, before splattering down on top of his thighs, before he eventually ran dry, and it petered out altogether.
He lay there, panting heavily around his pacifier. His pyjamas were wet from the knees to the waist, and even the front of his tummy. The sheet he was sitting on looked like a large lake had formed, and was wet for at least three feet around in every direction.
His dick had gone very hard in his hand as well.
Excited, aroused, breathless and scared, he quickly took his clothes off, and used a dry portion near the bottom of the sheet to wipe all the excess moisture off. Then, leaving his wet clothes on his bed, he padded into the bathroom wearing only his socks.
He showered quickly, but took enough time to wash thoroughly, and bring himself to climax again, which didn't take long at all.
Dressing in fresh boxers and a t-shirt, he donned his dressing gown, stripped his bed completely, and took his soiled things to the laundry. He hoped to get away without seeing his parents, which he did, although it didn't really matter. He'd have to tell his mother at least that he'd had to do a load of washing.
He didn't have to wait too long to do it either. He had started the machine, and was walking out of the laundry as his mother appeared.
"Morning sweetie. I thought I heard footsteps. What're you doing up so early?"
"Hi mum," he replied. "I, uh, had a little leak. I hadta put my stuff in the wash. My, um, bed kinda got a bit wet. Sorry."
"Oh Danny! I've told you before! You don't have to keep saying sorry. I know you can't help it. It's an accident sweetie, nothing more. Now are you okay?"
"Yes mum. Thanks. I'm gonna go and make my bed again before brekky. I've had a shower already. Back soon."
He gave his mother a quick kiss, and hurried up the stairs, feeling a twinge of real guilt now.
Sue watched her son run up the stairs taking them two at a time. She felt a real surge of pride as he stopped at the linen closet to select new sheets and a mattress protector.
"He's finally coming to terms with things," she thought, "it wasn't all that long ago when a wet bed meant morning tears. My little boy is growing up I guess." |
Chapter 13:
Sonia had an early appointment on Thursday, so, even while suffering a slight hangover, she still had to leave early, meaning her daughter had to catch the bus. Amy didn't really mind this, except for the fact that not as many of her friends caught the morning bus as did the afternoon one. Like herself and Daniel, a lot of kids got dropped off by their parents in the morning, but bussed it home afterwards.
Finding a seat by herself, she put her earbuds in, and started listening to music on her phone. She was about halfway into her journey, when the phone vibrated in her hand, making her jump slightly. Smiling to herself at the sight of a message from Dan, she quickly opened it. The message had an attached picture of his bed, which was stripped back to the bare mattress, with even the protector missing. The message above the picture read;
"Oops! Little Danny was naughty. He did a Nikki trick in his bed.....
Amy felt a slight fluttering sensation in her tummy, and a slight wetness between her legs that she knew wasn't attributable to any leak or accident.
"Bullshit! U didn't did u?"
"I did. Had a nappy malfunction, so tried going in my bed as well. Super fun! Delete these messages!"
"I will. Can't wait to hear about it. Luv u xxx!"
Once at school, Amy followed the same normal routine that Dan always had, she would head straight to the toilet regardless of whether she needed to go or not. This morning however, she actually did need to go a bit. The bus ride took longer than the car ride, and she could feel the first twinges of need building up. Of course this meant that if she could feel it, it wouldn't be long before she got desperate or started leaking, but there was still fifteen minutes before class started, and for the time being at least, she was in control.
She walked along the path, feeling a bit self conscious. With most of the girls knowing about her bladder problems and diapers, Amy always felt like the eyes of the entire school were upon her whenever she went into the toilets.
But before she had even gotten there, she was forced to pause when she heard her name being called out. Turning around, she smiled at the sight of Nikki running towards her, her oversized backpack bouncing around as she ran.
"Amy! AMY! Hang on a minute. Wait for me."
"Hi Nik! How are ya? What can I do for you?"
Panting breathlessly after her run, Nikki paused momentarily to get her breath back.
"Phew! That's better! Yeah, I'm good thanks, but, um, I, ah, kinda wanted to like ask you something? Like a favour, sort of?"
Although Amy could feel her bladder rapidly reaching her limits of self control, she figured that she still had a couple of minutes to spare before things got really desperate, but of course she could never be absolutely one hundred percent sure of that. There was a crowd of girls around the doorway into the girls toilets anyway, and Amy would rather give them a chance to go away first, rather than make herself the centre of attention by walking through the middle of them. Glad of the valid excuse to delay her bathroom visit, she subtly held her knees a bit closer together, and gave the younger girl her full attention.
"Ask away. What can I do for you mate?"
Nikki's eyes dropped to her feet, which started tracing imaginary patterns on the pathway. She suddenly seemed quite shy and unsure of herself, but still determined to push ahead with whatever was on her mind.
"Ah, I was wondering, um, are you still going to Adventure World on the weekend?"
Amy smiled broadly with her reply. "Sure am! Spoke to Danny last night. We're gonna go on Sunday. Why?"
"Well, I kinda hate to ask, but, do you think it would be okay if I went with you?"
Amy suddenly felt a twinge from her pee hole, and winced slightly, suddenly aware of how urgent her need was now becoming. She glanced over her shoulder towards the toilets, but the crowd was still there.
Nikki of course saw the wince, and the head turn, and misinterpreted it as a sign of rejection.
"Oh Amy. I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have asked. It's fine, really it is, I shouldn't put you on the spot like that!" With that said, she started to turn away, but Amy was quick enough to read the situation properly, and grabbed her on the arm before she could leave.
"Whoa on a second Nik! I don't mind at all! But why?"
Nikki looked Amy in the eyes, and could tell that the bigger girl was genuine, and not just forcing herself to be nice. She paused on the spot, then decided to continue her conversation.
"Well, like I toldya before, I was going with my cousin Tyler. But Tyler's gone and got herself grounded for the weekend, and she's not allowed to go now. Mum won't let me go by myself though. She's offered to take me, but Christ! I'm thirteen! I don't want my mum taking me, and sitting on a blanket all day watching me go on the rides and stuff! How freaking embarrassing would that be? But I don't wanna tell her that either, cos it'd probably hurt her feelings."
As she spoke, she was vaguely aware that Amy seemed fidgety, and was transferring her weight from one foot to the other, although she hadn't yet made the connection as to why that may be. Thinking that Amy was perhaps just in a hurry to meet up with her friends or something, she plowed on, not wanting to annoy the bigger girl, who, truth be told, she was a bit in awe of.
"Hang on, let me finish. I won't be a burden, and I won't get in your way. In fact, once we get inside, I'll just fuck off and leave you guys alone completely. I know you wanna spend time with your boyfriend, and you don't want a kid like me hanging around, but I just need someone to actually go in with, to get mum off my case. But it's like totally cool if you say no. Just thought I'd ask."
As Nikki was talking, Amy felt her pee hole start to tingle, and the first dribble of pee leaked slowly out, in spite of her efforts to hold on. Realising that it was now virtually too late to save her nappy, and also that Nikki was again about to walk off, Amy made one last attempt at holding on. She crossed her ankles, and bent forward slightly, just as she felt her diaper grow a bit warmer. Glancing once again over her shoulder only confirmed that the other girls were still hanging around the door, and she realised that even if she just ran away and left Nikki standing there, that she would probably wet herself as she ran.
Her only real hope of salvaging her remaining dignity and avoiding perhaps a big leaky incident in front of the other, older kids, was a pre-emptive strike.
But Nikkis eyes had widened. It was like a light bulb had gone on over her head. Instantly she had realised that the reason for Amys apparent distraction was she needed to go to the toilet, and when she had watched on as her friend crossed her ankles and bent forward, she had recognised the signs, as she herself did exactly the same things when she played her holding games herself. The fact that she had stopped Amy on the path leading to the toilet suddenly dawned on her.
"Oh shit! Amy! You need to...I mean you were about to go to..., oh shit! I'm sorry! Quick! You go! I'll wait here!"
But Amy was now feeling the very familiar sensation of an uncontrolled leak. The front of her nappy was suddenly a lot warmer than it had been only a moment ago. Not wanting to lose control and flood herself, she now knew that she had only one option left. Try her hardest to do a controlled pre-emptive pee, and pray she didn't spring a leak.
Amy managed to give the other girl a watery smile. "It's too late for that Nikki. Just hold on a second..."
With that, she relaxed, although not entirely. The steady uncontrollable dripping she had been feeling, became a semi controlled trickle. Semi controlled because she could regulate the flow enough to keep it to a trickle, but not controlled enough to actually stop it altogether. Now her damaged bladder was releasing its contents, it wouldn't stop until the level inside it had gone down enough to allow her full control of her muscles again, but while she couldn't stop it, she was able to successfully slow it down.
Her and Nikki locked eyes for a moment, and Amy felt her diaper both swelling and sagging at the same time, and could only hope that it was still pulled up enough to ensure that the leg guards could do their job adequately. Nikkis eyes dropped lower, and she appeared to be staring at the hem of Amys skirt.
After what felt like an eternity, Amy could feel her pee stream starting to slowly taper off as her bladders level subsided back to a manageable amount once more. She glanced behind her again, relieved to see the large group of girls now dispersing, and heading towards the home class rooms for the bell to sound.
With the flow in her nappy finally stopped, she became aware that she was standing in a slightly unnatural position, with her legs spread wider than normal to accommodate her now swollen diaper. She dragged her feet closer together, causing her to wince a bit as she felt he diaper squish, and a fresh spot of warmth became noticeable on her upper thigh, indicating her nappy had leaked a bit, and her bloomers were now wet as well.
Nikki broke the uncomfortable silence first, speaking in a low voice only just louder th
"Oh God Amy, I'm so sorry. Did you just wet yourself?"
Amy didn't bother replying. Instead, she bobbed her head forward, indicating that Nikki should look down. When she did so, Amy clamped her thighs together tightly, squashing her bloated nappy up between her legs, and squeezing it like a sponge. She could feel the unabsorbed pee being forced out the leg bands, and a tiny trickle ran down her leg, where it fell from her knee, and left a couple of small drops on the ground.
Both girls had watched in wonder as the two small drops hit the concrete, then, as one, they raised their heads and looked at each other, and the younger girl was shocked to see the older one grinning.
"Yep" was the only reply Amy made.
"Oh shit Amy, I am sorry. Can I help you?"
"Yes you can Nik," Amy replied, grabbing the smaller girl by the shoulders and gently shaking her, "You. Can. Stop. Fucking. Apologising!"
At first, Nikki looked shocked, but when she saw that Amy wasn't upset, or even slightly angry, she calmed down.
"Okay, I'm sorry, oh shit, I didn't mean it like that, I meant I'm sorry for apologis...."
The irony of what she was trying so hard to say wasn't lost on either of the girls, and they were soon laughing at the silliness of it.
"Look, I'll leave you alone to do what you have to do. But like I was saying before, maybe if you could think about it letting me come with you on Sunday? I promise I won't hang around and spoil your day, I just want to go without mum taking me like a stupid little kid or something."
"Nikki, listen. I'll have to ask my mum of course, but I don't think it'll be a problem. Mums taking me there, but dropping me off, and I'm gonna meet Danny at the gate. I'm sure she won't mind giving you a lift as well. Can your mum drop you at my place do ya reckon? Maybe early, we could hang around a bit first. And if you do come along, your not going to just disappear once we're inside. We'll hang around together, the three of us. That's what friends do, ya know?"
Nikkis face lit up with one of the biggest, sweetest smiles Amy had ever seen. "Is that what we are Amy? Friends?"
"I think we could be Nikki. We have a lot in common you know." With that, she again used her head to indicate the wet drops on the ground.
Nikki suddenly reached forward and unexpectedly hugged her. "Thanks Amy! I don't have a lot of friends, and I do like you. You're such a nice person, you know, like talking to me and helping me and stuff."
She stepped back, releasing a rather shocked Amy from the sudden embrace, but before she let her go completely, she held onto the bigger girls hand for just a second longer.
"Tell me Amy. What's it like? Really? Wearing a nappy to school and wetting in it? I know your incontin-thingy isn't nice, but what's it like actually wearing a nappy?"
Amy thought about it for a moment before replying.
"Honestly? Not too bad I guess. As I said to you before, I really really wish I didn't need them, and I wish I could control myself better, but, wearing a nappy isn't all that bad I guess. It's better that having wet pants anyway!" She grimaced a bit as she said this, then continued, "Having said that, my bloomers are pretty wet now though, even with my diaper. I'm gonna have to go and get changed before the bell goes. I'll tell ya what I'll do. I'll send my mum a message and make sure it's all right for you to come over on Sunday morning, and let you know, even though I know it'll be alright. Deal?"
"Deal," Nikki replied, and offered her knuckles for a fist bump that Amy happily replied to, then hitching up her large backpack, she turned away to let Amy finally go to the toilet.
But as she started to walk away, it was her turn to pause and look back as her name was called out. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Amy grinning wickedly at her.
"Hey Nik! When you come over on Sunday, make sure you wear a dress or skirt, okay? I've got something else you might wanna wear....." |
Chapter 14:
By Friday night, everything was arranged. Instead of meeting at Adventure World, Sue would take her son to Amys house, where Nikki's mother would also drop her daughter off at 9:00, then Sonia would take all three kids to the park at 11:00. Danny wasn't completely sure about the whole thing, and expressed this when they spoke on the phone on after dinner.
"I dunno Ames. I was just looking forward to us spending the day together, that's all. I thought we'd just maybe play some games, like drinking heaps and stuff. You know, let little Dan and Amy out for a bit."
"Yeah, course we will. That's the whole idea isn't it? We talked about it already."
Dan sounded a bit frustrated. "That's exactly what I mean. We talked about it. I've been looking forward to us getting wet and, you know, like walking round and stuff, doing kiddie stuff."
"So what's changed Danny? That's what we're gonna do?"
"Christ Ames. We can't exactly play our games with this Nikki chick hanging around with us, can we?"
Now it was Amys turn to get frustrated. "Why the fuck can't we Daniel? Jesus. I've told you about her. She's just like us! She'll do it as well, I'm positive about that! Remember only a few weeks ago? When we first met? How shy we were, especially you, about doing stuff? Well I think Niks the same. She's very insecure I reckon. But I know she'll fit in fine. Think about it! There'll be three of us being kiddies together! It'll be awesome!"
"Dunno. I don't know this girl, you realise. I don't think I can't just start pissing myself in front of her. Seems kinda fucked up to me."
Amy deliberately lowered her voice, and made herself sound more unsure and upset than she was. She was looking forward to the three of them playing together, and knew that if she laid a bit of guilt on her boyfriend, he would come around. Sighing slightly, she continued in a quieter, almost wavery voice.
"Well okay Danny, if you're sure. I just sorta thought it might be fun, that's all. Nikki seems so nice, but a bit lost. I just wanted to kinda help her I suppose, and I thought you'd like seeing another kid wetting herself. I was gonna give her a diaper to wear, and have all of us going on rides and stuff in our nappies before we started swimming. I thought it might be fun. But if you don't wanna, I understand. I'll call her and tell her she can't come."
Dans brain tried to process everything at once, but it was a lot to take in. He hadn't been thinking so much about Nikki wetting with them, just how embarrassed he would be doing it in front of her. But he realised now that of course she'd be doing it as well, and it could be hot to watch. Plus, if all of them wore diapers, that would be a lot of fun for sure, he hadn't even considered wearing protection. All they had talked about was peeing in their swimsuits on the water slides and stuff, but now he thought about it, wearing on the roller coaster would be fun, especially if he needed to pee first! He knew his girlfriend liked this strange other girl, and she sounded so sad that he had doubted her, and wasn't as keen on it.
Without even realising that he had been successfully manipulated by nothing more than Amys tone of voice and talk of diapers, he came to his conclusion.
"No, don't do that. Let her come with us I guess. If you're sure she'll be on board with us, you know, wear a nappy and stuff, it could be fun I s'pose"
Amy squealed gleefully, making Dan pull the phone away from his ear, "Oh Danny! That's great! Trust me it'll be fun. I can't wait for it, really. The three of us will have sooo much fun together. You're gonna wear a diaper as well, aren't ya?"
"I wasn't going to. I thought we'd just wear our bathers, but now you mention it, being diapered sounds like fun. As long as nobody notices of course. The place will be packed you know, there'll be hundreds of kids there, and then of course we'll need to change in the locker rooms....."
She could hear how unsure he sounded, and hurried to reassure him, "Don't stress on it sweetie. It won't be any different from changing at school or stuff. Just go into the toilet stall, and take a plastic bag with you! Anyway, you still haven't told me about your wet bed yesterday! What happened?"
She could hear how excited he became as he started talking, and as she sat on her bed, wearing her nightie, she used her free hand to squeeze herself tightly through the front of her still dry pull up, the pressure on her girl bits making her squirm a bit as he spoke.
"Well, I didn't have my diaper tapes done up properly I guess." This was certainly easier than telling her they we're undone because he'd been masturbating while thinking about her. "It fell down in the front, and I think the beer I drank made me wee more than normal. When I woke up, both the bed and I were soaked, and I needed to go again, so I just took my nappy off and did it! I even peed straight up in the air, believe it or not!"
As he went into detail about what he'd done, Amy spread her legs, and pushed down on her bladder, as she kept rubbing and squeezing the front of her diaper. It didn't take long for the nappy to start feeling warm beneath her hand, and trickles were running between her legs and around her bum. Dan continued talking, blissfully unaware of what his girlfriend was doing, and she struggled to control her breathing. As usual, once she started peeing, she couldn't stop, but as she flooded her diaper, she kept rubbing and squeezing it harder and faster, and she was happy that she had had the foresight to sit on a towel, because she felt a bit of hot pee leak onto her fingers as she manipulated the swelling nappy violently with her hand.
"Ames? You there?"
She suddenly realised that he'd stopped talking, and was waiting for her to respond.
"Sorry babe. I'm still here. I just peed my own nappy while you were talking, that's all. I'm laying on my bed, and I think I leaked a bit. Glad I put a towel down, but God, it feels nice! What you did sounds so hot! I wish I could've seen it." She lowered her voice shyly. "It made me touch myself when you were talking. I'm gonna touch myself even more later, thinking about you wetting your cute little pyjamas. Were they your new footie ones?"
"Nah. My Spidie ones. I haven't worn my footies in front of dad yet. Feel a bit stupid, ya know?" He lowered his own voice, even though he was alone upstairs. "So, um, did you really, you know, um, like play with yourself then?"
"Yep! Sure did! Well, I gave myself a solid squeeze when I peed, that's for sure."
"And, um, like, what're you wearing?"
Amy was wearing only her nightie, and a pull up, but she saw no reason to tell Dan this. Instead, she decided to tell him what she knew he'd like.
"Weeellllll, I'm still wearing my school uniform. My white shirt, red tie, which is loose, my grey skirt, and my long white socks. My socks are a bit grotty though, I took my shoes off when I got home, and they're kinda dirty now. I DID have a dry pull up on, but it's all wet and soggy now..."
Dan cleared his throat, "So how did you, ah, touch yourself? What happened?"
"Well, you told me about wetting your bed, and it sounded so hot, I decided to wet myself, and I squeezed my nappy really tight when I did it. It felt sooo good! What're you wearing? Why don't you do a wee for me, and tell me about it? Go on! Dare ya!
"I can't babe. Don't have a nappy on. I'm wearing my grey PJ's, no undies, no socks, no diaper. And, I just peed not long ago, when I got changed."
"So? Put one on! Even a kiddie pull up. I'll wait."
Grinning mischievously, Dan dropped his phone first, then his pants. He frantically opened his drawer, and considered his three options. Not wanting to waste a tape on, and not fully trusting a Goodnight, he selected a Molicare pull up, then quickly stepped into it, before pulling his pants back on, and picking his phone back up again.
"Ready," he announced.
"So, do a pee! Tell me about it!"
"Okay. I'm relaxing my holding muscles now. I can feel it coming. Not yet. No. Wait! Nearly there. Here it comes. Soon. Yes! I'm peeing Amy! I'm actually weeing now! Oh God! I can't stop! I'm pissing myself Ames! Oh shit! Can't stop! Wait! Almost done. Yep. Hold on.....yep. It's over..."
As Dan gave a running commentary, her hand had slipped instead her diaper, and was now pushing against that special spot that she had discovered felt so good when she touched it.
"Oh Dannn," she muttered.
"I'm finished Ames, what're you doing?"
"I'm touching myself Danny. My diapers soaked, and I've got my hand in it, and I'm touching myself while I think about you in your nappy."
Dan felt himself growing firmer within his own, wet, diaper. Taking her lead, he slipped his own hand down inside his pants, and took hold of his member.
"Tell me about your wet nappy," he said, so she did.
While she went into explicit detail, he stroked and pulled at his swollen boyhood, until common sense made him stop.
Now with both of them worked up, Amy decided to change the topic, before things got too far out of hand, so to speak.
"So, what're you doing with your dad tomorrow?"
Glad of the chance to change topics, Dan responded perhaps a little too quickly, but Amy could tell by his tone of voice, that his mood had changed.
"Fuck all now, thanks to mum. Dad was gonna take me to the four-wheel drive show, but mum wants to go to Bunbury to see Aunt Jackie and the babies. So it looks like we're going there instead."
"So? What's wrong with that? You get to go for a drive, and see your new cousins, it won't be that bad, surely."
Dan sighed loudly. "S'pose not. It's just I kinda get a bit nervous on long car trips with dad. I wet myself a few times on long trips when I was little, and I hate doing it in front of him."
"So what? You'll have a diaper on won't you?"
"Yeah. But that's kinda the problem. I'll need to wear one, and I hate wearing in front of dad. He never says anything of course, but it's like this big unspoken thing when he knows I'm wearing one. He always makes an effort to ask me if I need to pee, or do I need to stop anywhere. It makes me feel like I'm a friggin baby. It took ages for me to start feeling okay about wearing my Goodnights in front of him during the day, and they're nearly invisible. If I wear a grown up diaper, he'll probably notice it cause he'll be looking for it, then there's my Aunt and Uncle as well. I mean I know that they know I wear 'em, but it feels really embarrassing, ya know? It's like all the grown ups will be wondering if my nappys wet, or if I'm gonna have an accident, and they'll keep asking me if I need to go, like I'm a baby or something."
"I reckon you're exaggerating this a bit in your own mind Danny. Your IC isn't that bad, after all. Why not just not wear one, or stick with a Goodnight?"
Dan chuckled ruefully. "What? After my big accident in front of mum the other week? When we got stuck in the traffic jam? No fucking way! That was probably the most embarrassing accident I've ever had! I can't even imagine what it'd be like to be stuck like that with my dad there! I'd probably die or something. And what if I fall asleep? A Goodnight won't work if I'm sitting down in the car. No. If I'm going in the car, I'm probably gonna wear a tape on, but of course then I've gotta take spares and stuff, and carry my bag with me." He sighed again. "Just feels like such a hassle, that's all."
Amy was forced to agree with him. "I know mate. It's the same with me, as you know. Can't go anywhere without my diaper bag, and then mummies always checking on me, asking me if I'm wet or not. I get it. It kinda sucks."
"My phones nearly flat Ames. I better go. I love you, and I can't wait to see you on Sunday." He then blew her a kissing sound.
"Love you to, Danny. I'm probably gonna go and rub my wet diaper now, while I think of you doing a wee in your bed...."
After she hung up, Dan was aware of how hard his penis was, as he thought about Amy rubbing her wet nappy, and thinking about him.
He was soon rubbing his own wet diaper, while thinking about her.
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Dans Saturday started with mixed results.
He was having a dream, and in that dream, he was busting for a wee, and was in the back of his dad's car, sitting beside Amy. Although nothing had been said, he knew that she was busting to pee as well, and they were both wriggling around I their car seats. They appeared to be a lot younger, maybe only five or six, and we're firmly strapped in to little kids style car seats, as his dad and mum sat in the front.
"Mummy. Me and Amy wanna do a wee!"
His mother turned her head, "It's Amy and I, sweetie. Try and hold on a bit longer, we're almost there."
"We can't mummy! We need to go potty! Please?"
"Don't worry about it kids. Just go in your nappies. I'll change you when we get there."
"I don't wanna wet my nappy mummy. I wanna go to the potty. Please? Can we?"
Dream Sues voice hardened a bit. "No Daniel, we can't. Your daddy isn't stopping the car now. Just go in your nappy, and I'll change you later. Don't be so bloody silly. We all know you need a big diaper on in the car, and we know you can't help doing wees in it. Just do it, and stop moaning!"
Little Dan turned to Little Amy. She was going red in the face with the effort of holding on, and she had her little hands jammed into the crotch of her faded denim jeans. In his dream, it was as if his parents had suddenly disappeared, and it was only him and Amy in the backseat, and the grownups couldn't hear them.
It was interesting. He was thinking like a teenager, he felt like a teenager, but when he spoke, he sounded like a little kid. He somehow knew it was the same for Amy. It was like they were both the same fourteen year olds that they normally were, but they looked and sounded like like kids.
"What're we gonna do Ames? I really need to go wee wee....."
"Well I can't hold on anymore Danny. I gonna use my nappy. Your mummy said it was okay."
Suddenly older Amy shined through, and somehow she looked like five and fourteen at the same time, and then she was fully fourteen, but he was still little himself.
She turned in the car seat that she still somehow magically fitted into, and gave him a very grownup look.
"Wanna watch me, Little Danny?"
The little boy with the grownup feelings turned his attention to the faded denim crotch of the teenage girl in the big car seat. She spread her legs, and suddenly, a wet patch appeared. It bloomed outwards quickly, and was soon starting to spread to her thighs, and started dripping of the car seat she was strapped into. He could see the crotch straps of her car seat getting wet and pee running down them.
"Oops, I had an accident! My pants got wet," she said, with a naughty grin on her pretty face.
"I thought you had a diaper on?"
"Yeah, so did I. But I don't. Do you?"
Little Dan looked down. He was wearing a pair of light blue terry towelling shorts that he remembered from his childhood, and could see the top of a big, thick cloth nappy and white plastic pants sticking out over the waistband. Turning to Amy, he shyly nodded his head. He was thickly diapered, and everyone could see it.
"Then it's okay Little Danny. Everyone knows you're wearing a nappy! Your mummy said you can use it, so just let go!"
Little Danny spread his legs, and let go, just as Amy had told him. He hadn't worn a cloth diaper for years, and couldn't really remember what it felt like, although he thought they used to feel thicker than this.
What happened next, didn't make a lot of sense, as does a lot of stuff that occurs in dreams. He could see the big cloth nappy and plastic panties clearly sticking out of his shorts, but, like Amy, his pants started getting wet, just as if he wasn't wearing one at all. Instantly, a large, egg shaped wet spot appeared, then a stream of pee erupted through his pants, and arced forward, splashing on his bare legs. Soon, his shorts were soaked, as was his white t-shirt, and pee was running everywhere.
Little Danny started to cry. "Mummmmy! I've wet my pants! Me and Amy have wet our pants!"
"I've told you Danny, it's Amy and I, not me and Amy! Now shush! I'll change your nappies when we get home, alright? It's no big deal. It's why you need one in the car, in case you have an accident, remember? We all know you need them, so stop fussing!"
"But mummy. It's not my nappy, it's my pants. Amys to. They're wet!"
Sue just sighed, but Peter spoke up. "Danny mate. Be quiet now, okay? If your nappies are wet, your mum will change you. Unless you'd rather Amy did it?"
As Amy turned towards Dan in the back seat, he suddenly awoke with a start. There was no disorientation, he was just instantly awake. Immediately, he could tell two things. His tape up diaper was still dry, but he was literally right on the verge of losing control. It felt like the pee was right at the tip of his penis, and he knew he couldn't hold it.
He jumped out of bed, and pulled his pyjamas down. A wave of pure desperation overtook him, and pushing both hands into the crotch of his diaper, he hunched himself over at the waist. But it was just way too late, and he knew it. Even bent over and squeezing himself wasn't working, and he felt his penis twitching as the first trickles escaped. He hobbled towards the mirror, leaking slowly but constantly, his white stockinged feet taking tiny baby steps, but the bulk of his nappy actually preventing him from holding his thighs together as closely as he wished. It only took four steps to get there, but by then, the floodgates had opened.
Dan shuddered with relief as he let go. He watched his big diaper in awe as he peed, doing one of his biggest ever fully awake diaper wees of his life. It just went on and on, but while it sagged down a bit, not a drop escaped. He breathed a sigh of relief, and as the flow tapered off, he pushed a bit, forcing the last trickles out. Out of nowhere, he suddenly farted, and had to quickly clamp down, suddenly aware that he had just come awfully close to messing himself as well.
Hurrying into the toilet, he removed the heavy diaper, then sat on the toilet and moved his bowels, realising they felt a touch loose.
That was all the incentive he needed. It was almost like an omen. He would definitely wear a big nappy today.
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In the end though, he had been worried about nothing. He wore a big tape up under the baggiest shorts he could find, but had no problems. The drive was only two hours, and they stopped on the way for a break. Dan knew it was primarily just to let him use the bathroom, but it wasn't mentioned.
Once at his Aunts house, nobody seemed to notice anything, and most of the attention was given towards the new babies anyway.
On the way home, he even fell asleep in the backseat, which he'd been worried about doing, but when his mother gently shook him awake in the driveway at home, he was still dry.
He wore that same diaper to bed that night, and although it was wet by the morning, he hadn't leaked.
He felt very excited about their upcoming day at Adventure World. |
Chapter 15:
Amy had an unusual start to her Sunday. She woke up dry, and that didn't happen often. Admittedly, she didn't wake up because she needed to pee, which she kinda did, but because she was thirsty, so the first thing she did, was drink some water from the glass beside her bed. Checking her clock, she saw it was only just past 6:00am, and it took her a moment to realise that her diaper was still dry. Funnily enough, her need to empty her bladder wasn't even strong, although she could feel a slight urge. This was a fairly rare occurrence, and she only had a totally dry night maybe every two or three weeks or so.
Her first reaction was normal. To throw the bedclothes off, and make a run for the toilet. But after pulling the blankets aside, she hesitated, and thought about what Dan had done a few days ago. Amy quite often chose to use her diaper, particularly if it was wet when she woke up, but she was more circumspect about deliberately wetting her dry night nappy, especially if she had the choice. Doing a pre-emptive strike during the day was one thing, but, like Daniel, waking up dry was a rare event to be savoured, and shouldn't be wasted. It was a nice feeling to tell your mum that you hadn't wet the bed during the night.
Usually.
But this time, she felt a certain stirring, and just knew deep in her bones that she wanted to be naughty. Nikkis stories about deliberately wetting the bed had intrigued her, and when Danny had done it, it had suddenly become something that she desperately wanted to do, although she really didn't understand why. But even being half asleep, she saw opportunity knocking. She knew that she could wet her pants any day, and her mother wouldn't bat an eyelid at it, and she wet the bed by accident nearly every night, and of course even with her protection on, she had to regularly change her sheets, but she wouldn't get many chances to wake up in a dry bed, with dry pants on, and then wet on purpose. The washing wouldn't be an issue, she'd just chuck it in the machine as usual, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to try deliberately wetting in a dry bed. And it was still early enough to change the sheets before her mummy got up.
Getting up quickly, Amy went to her drawers, where she retrieved a pair of bright pink panties, with bright yellow love hearts on them. Moving quickly, before she accidentally wet herself, she undid the tapes of her diaper, and dropped it on the floor before stepping into them. Her thoughts swung towards Dan, who she knew really liked her socks, so she rummaged in her washing basket, and pulled out her knee high white school socks that she had worn on Friday, but hadn't washed yet. She sat on the edge of the bed, on her light green sheets, and pulled her socks on, then grabbed her phone.
Sitting with her back against the wall, she hitched her nightie up, and tucked it into the waistband of her panties, and spread her stockinged legs apart. Focusing her phones front camera on her crotch, she started videoing what she saw.
Amy panned the camera down to her feet, and made sure she filmed her toes curling and uncurling, then slowly moved the viewfinder up, until it was focusing on the V shape between her legs, that prominently featured a close up of her pink and yellow panties. Out of the shot, her toes curled again, tighter this time, and without any more warning than the trembling of her bare thighs, a small fountain appeared in her knickers.
Amy kept her left hand out of the shot, as her right hand steadied the phone, and she looked on in amazement at the front screen, which was held inches away from her crotch. She felt the absolute last vestiges of control leaving her, as she started peeing in her panties with a complete lack of control. Her underpants were soon wet up to the elastic waistband, and a stream was forcing its way through the saturated cotton. She held the phone back, trying to take in the spreading wet patch around her buttocks, that was now quickly finding its way to the edge of the bed, as the plastic under sheet prevented the moisture from being absorbed by the mattress.
Amy peed for well over thirty seconds, and filmed every moment of it. By the time she'd finished, the back of her nightdress, which she'd been sitting on, was soaked to a good foot up her back, the back of her knee socks were drenched, and the sheet was now a dark, olive green colour across the full width. Her panties were almost completely soaked front and back, with only a dry portion left on the sides.
She moaned in pleasure as she felt her bladder draining, but only when the last few trickles had died out, did she stop filming, and put her phone down.
Her phone was only on the bedside table for a matter of seconds, before her twitching fingers clamped down on the sodden fabric of her underpants, and started rubbing and squeezing quickly and roughly.
Within a minute, Amy had treated herself to the best orgasm that she had ever experienced.
After regaining her equilibrium, she waddled into the bathroom for a shower, before changing the sheets on her bed, and doing a load of washing. The only thing she didn't wash, was her panties. She didn't wear panties as a rule, and knew they could draw attention to herself, so she rinsed them in the bathroom sink, and hid them back in her drawer again.
After putting her diaper back on, as well as putting fresh sheets on the bed, she sat back, and sent her boyfriend the video as a message.
Sonia got up at 7:30, and found her daughter up and about, breakfast already eaten, and a load of washing in the drier. The load of washing would explain why Amy was up so early, so of course Sonia wouldn't mention it, in case Amy got upset.
She knew how much her daughter hated it when she wet her bed.
At ten to nine a car pulled up in the driveway, and Amy ran to the door. Soon after, another girl, a bit younger looking than her daughter appeared, followed by a plump, middle aged lady who Sonia recognised from the regular school drop off/pick up regime.
Nikkis mothers name was Paula, and Sonia invited her in for coffee, which Paula graciously agreed to, although declaring that she couldn't stay long.
This was the bit that Amy had been dreading. She had absolutely no idea what Nikki had told her mother about her, like about her incontinence issues for example. Troy and Cassie had asked Amy to speak with Nikki, and they assumed, as Nikkis mother did, that Nikki was partially incontinent, and had no idea that Nikki wet herself and her bed on purpose. If Nikki had played along with this, and told her mother that this other girl at school had wetting problems as well, then no doubt it would come up in the conversation. Amy was concerned about how her own mother would react to the appearance of yet another incontinent child into the equation, and no doubt wonder why her daughter had failed to mention this important fact. After all, teenage bed wetting was rare enough, although perhaps not like unicorn rare, but teenage daytime incontinence was certainly a lot rarer. For years, Amy had been the only truly incontinent child that they knew about, apart from other kids they had met at clinics and things like that, then, only a few weeks ago, they had met Dan, and he seemed like a Godsend, another kid who knew what it was all about. If suddenly a third kid with wetting issues suddenly appeared, it would definitely raise some eyebrows at least. Amy knew her mother wasn't suspicious by nature, but really didn't want her suddenly suspecting just how frequently her accidents weren't really "accidents." Nikkis appearance as another pants or bed wetter might just make her mother start to question a few things about her own daughters toilet habits, especially the stuff she was doing with Danny.
But her fears proved groundless. The four of them sat around the table, the girls having a glass of Coke while the women had coffee, and they made pleasant small talk about generic topics, such as school and local politics. Nevertheless, Amy was relieved when Paula left, and she quickly hurried Nikki up to her room, before any embarrassing conversations could eventuate.
Checking the time, Amy saw it was 9:15, and her boyfriend was already a bit late, and would be there at any moment, and she wanted a quick word with the younger girl before he got there. "C'mon Nik, come to my room, I'll show you where everything is. Oh, and bring your bag."
Doing as she was told, she followed Amy down the hall, but not before Amy stopped in the kitchen to refill their drinks. It was never too early to start hydrating, particularly if a big day of pee play was planned for.
Once inside her room, she smiled at her friend, and checked out what she was wearing. "Nice dress Nikki."
In truth, Nikkis dress was presentable, but obviously a cheap one, probably purchased from K Mart or Target. It was multi coloured bright splashes, on a predominantly black background, and came to just above mid thigh. She was wearing fluro pink ankle socks, and generic white sand shoes. Judging by the fact that she still wore the kiddies uniform to school, and having seen that the backpack she carried was the same flimsy one Nikki took to school, it wasn't hard to work out that money was probably a lot tighter in her household. Amy knew that Paula was a single mother and raising two kids by herself, and she guessed, correctly, that they weren't as well off as a lot of families whose children attended the rather expensive private schools that her and Dan went to. The car Paula had been driving was at least 15 years old, older than these two girls.
But if Nikki was from a poorer family, she didn't seem at all concerned or self conscious about her clothes when Amy complimented her. She beamed a big smile at the positive comment.
"Thanks Amy! I bought this especially for today. When you told me to wear a dress, I realised that most of mine were kinda old and babyish, so I got a new one. You really like it?"
Amy did. It made her friend look a bit older than the school uniform that Amy always saw her in, and although Nikkis chest was a lot flatter than Amys, (like all the other girls in year seven in fact) this new dress actually accentuated what boobs Nikki did have.
"I just want a quick word with you before Danny gets here, okay? Come here, sit with me on the bed." She patted the bed, and Nikki complied immediately, obviously anxious to please Amy in any way she could.
"Now I won't bullshit you Nik. But I need to tell you some stuff, and ask you some stuff as well. Okay?"
"Sure Ames. Ask away." She sounded positive still, but a look of worry had crossed her features. She was obviously a bit concerned about what was about to happen.
"I just need to know if you're going to be like on board with Danny and me today. If you're not, that's okay, but I don't want you to like be uncomfortable with us. I've toldya already that me and Danny do the same sorta wee holding games that you do...." Nikki nodded her head vigorously, her eyes widening as she did so. They had had this discussion a couple of times, and Nikki understood what she meant, but wasn't expecting it to pop up in the conversation so early or so easily. Amy continued.
"You know how I toldya that me and Danny like to pretend we're little kids sometimes? And we act kinda silly, and hold on to our pee and have accidents?" Nikki just kept nodding, not trusting herself to speak. "Well, we were planning on doing exactly that today. We're gonna wear nappies when we go there, and leave 'em on while we go on the big rides and stuff," she paused to take a big drink of Coke, and motioned for Nikki to do the same, which she did. "We'll drink a lot of cordial and stuff, and end up wetting our diapers. After that, we'll get changed into our bathers, and do the same stuff on the water slides. We'll probably even pee our pants sitting on the grass and stuff."
Nikki still hadn't spoken, but she was visibly excited. Her eyes were wide, and she kept taking sips of her Coke, and twisting the glass around in her hands.
"But Dans worried about you being there. We've only ever like done this sorta shit when we've been alone together, and he's kinda worried that you'll freak out or something I guess. I've been telling him how you like doing the same thing, and that you'll do it too. Of course, you really don't have too. We'd never ever force you to do stuff you didn't want to, but it's what we're planning on doing. I'll even give you a diaper to wear! You said you'd like to try 'em, so nows your chance!"
She fixed Nikki with an open but inquisitive stare.
"So, it's your call Nik. Do you wanna play with us?"
Amy was shocked by Nikkis reaction. The younger girl squealed, and threw her arms around Amys shoulders, and hugged her tightly.
"Oh my God Amy! You have no idea how much I want to do this too!"
When she let go of Amy, and sat back upright again, Amy was stunned to see a tear running down Nikkis face. She was laughing, but crying at the same time. Nikki took a moment to get herself under control properly before she allowed herself to continue.
"Don't laugh Amy. It's just that, well, like I toldya, I've always liked doing it, and I've felt like such a freaking loser because of it! When I was little, it didn't seem like a big deal when I wet my pants, but since I grew up, mum now makes a big deal out of it, but it's like I can't stop doing it, ya know? I've grown up holding on until I had an accident, or even wetting myself on purpose sometimes, and pretending it was an accident, and got away with it. But I can't anymore. I've been really sad about that, knowing that I had to stop it, and feeling like a complete weirdo cause I didn't want to stop doing it at all. I honestly thought I was the only kid in the world who liked doing it! Truly I did! Kids our age just don't like pissing their pants, do they? But now, I know I'm not alone! Thanks so much for including me. I've like dreamed of a day like this, when I could just hold on until I had an accident, and no one would tell me off or laugh at me!"
She suddenly started bouncing up and down on the bed, and clapped her hands, instantly looking like a little kid again.
"Did you mean it? About the diaper? Can I really wear one? One like that big pull up thing you wear to school? Can I? Please?"
She was so excited by the prospect, that Amy had to laugh. "Course you can mate. Danny and I, we want ya to, but only if you wanted to of course! What're you wearing under your dress? Have you got your swimsuit on already?"
Quick as a flash, Nikki lifted up her dress, revealing a pair of red and white striped cotton panties, which appeared to be dry, but covered in yellow pee stains.
"I'm wearing my pee undies! Remember how I toldya I liked to pee in my knickers and wear 'em again later? Well this is the pair I've been wearing this week! I've wet them five or six times I reckon! I usually try to rinse 'em out before I sneak them into the wash, but I thought I could wear them under my shorts today, and that'll save me having to soak them clean before they get washed. Look how dirty they are!"
Holding her dress up with her left hand, Nikki pushed her hips forward, and pulled them up tight with her right one, drawing the fabric tight, and clearly displaying what appeared to be many layers of yellow stains that went from half way up the front, and disappeared between her slender legs.
"I've been sitting on the toilet, or standing in the shower nearly every day while I wee in them. I figured it was safer than having mum catch me with wet pants again. It's fun, but not quite the same, you know?"
The sight of Nikkis stained briefs caused something to stir deep inside Amy, and she had to force herself to look away. Standing up in front of her friend, Amy lifted the front hem of her own, floral patterned sundress, and revealed the Molicare pull up she was wearing underneath it. She thought it felt maybe a bit wet, but you couldn't tell so by looking at it.
"So, you wanna try one of these on then?"
Nikki didn't have to answer. The look of desire on her face was enough. Amy dropped down flat on her bed, while she rummaged around underneath the other side. She had deliberately held her dress up as she plopped down, and was totally aware that her dress was sitting up above her waist at the back, fully exposing her diapered butt. She heard a sharp intake of breath from Nikki, who was obviously staring at it.
"Here ya go Nik! Try this on, you'll see where it's marked at the back, so you'll know which way to face it."
Nikki held the big pull up with both hands, a look of awe on her face. Slowly, she unfolded it, squeezed it between her fingers, and shuddered a bit at the feeling of thickness. Next, she opened it up fully, and held it up to her face, where she inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of a fresh diaper. She raised her head, and grinned broadly at Amy.
"Well go on! Put it on," Amy chided.
Without speaking, and apparently without any major inhibitions, Nikki swung around so she was no longer facing her friend. She slipped her shoes off without undoing the laces, then reached under her dress, pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. As she quickly studied the diaper, working out front from back, Amys eyes were drawn to the scrunched up panties between Nikkis brightly socked feet. They were heavily and visibly stained, and even more so on the inside. Nikki hadn't been exaggerating, she had obviously wet herself numerous times while wearing them. She didn't appear to be even the slightest bit self conscious about them being openly displayed on the floor, either. She lifted first one, then the other socked foot into the diaper, then, wriggling her butt a bit, she pulled it up firmly underneath her dress, somehow managing to not expose her backside as she did so.
"OhmygodAmy! That. Feels. Amaazzing! Like, so soft and comfy! I can't believe it! I'm actually wearing a fucking nappy! I love it!" Again, she threw her arms around the bigger girl. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
Amy had to laugh, "Wow Nik. Calm down, alright? I know your excited, but don't wet yourself yet! We've got all day ya know!"
Suddenly Amy heard a car pulling up outside, and her already bubbly mood lightened even more.
"Danny's here!" She announced gleefully, and breaking free of Nikkis embrace, she ran barefoot down the hall to the door, just in time to see Dan and Sue walking in. Both of the kids were still a bit embarrassed by displaying too much affection in front of their mothers, but she still couldn't help running over and planting an innocent, chaste kiss on his cheeks. "Hi Catholic boy, missed you," she muttered.
"Missed you too, Catholic girl," he replied, and returned the kiss back to her cheek.
Even though they had tried to keep it cool, their obvious deep affection for each other was extremely apparent to their parents, who shared a sly grin at how cute their respective kids were with each other, and safe in the knowledge that that their act of playing it cool wasn't in fact fooling anyone.
Amy took Dans hand, and they took off towards her bedroom, leaving their mothers staring after them and shaking their heads in unison.
"Young love," said Sonia
"Enough to make you sick," replied Sue, and both women laughed.
"Coffee?"
"Just a quick one Son. Pete and I are going to make the most of a child free day. We're going out on a date! I'll tell you all about it when I pick Romeo up later, I think Petes taking me to the casino for lunch. It's very hush-hush."
Sonia put the kettle on, and the two friends settled in for a quick gossip session.
Meanwhile, Amy lead Dan to the bedroom, where she opened the door, just in time to see Nikki stuffing her soiled underpants into her backpack.
"Nikki, Dan, Dan, Nikki," she said by way of introduction. "Get to know each other guys! I know we're gonna have a lot of fun today!"
Dan and Nikki greeted each other somewhat bashfully, not quite knowing exactly what to say. After the introduction was done, a slightly uncomfortable silence enveloped the young trio. In an effort to break the ice, Amy started up a conversation.
"Well you guys have got an advantage over me! You've both been there before, and I haven't. What's it gonna be like? What're the rides like and stuff?"
This question seemed to do the trick. Nikki and Dan exchanged a knowing smile, and started talking at once, almost overwhelming Amy with information. For every story one of them told, the other had a story to top it. They discussed the roller coaster with a sense of awe, the water slides, pirate ship, the pools, lazy river, the shockwave, and the go carts.
"Make sure you at least take closed in shoes to wear," Dan advised, "They won't let you drive them in bare feet or flip flops!"
"I was wondering why you guys were wearing shoes to a waterpark," Amy said, "I thought it was a bit weird."
"I've got my flip flops in my bag," Dan replied, "but I just decided to wear my shoes first, cause we're going on the dry rides first. What about you Nikki?"
"Same thing," she said. "Amy said we'd do the dry ones first, so I bought my sandals to wear after I get changed."
Amy passed her drink to Dan. "You need to drink up, Danny boy! We're already a couple of drinks in front of you! Got to start getting the old fluid levels up now!"
Again the conversation seemed to lull a bit. Both Dan and Nikki knew what was being implied, but didn't know each other well enough to comment on it. Deciding on another course of action, something that might liven things up a bit, Amy turned to her boyfriend.
"I've got an idea! Let's go for a walk to the shop! We can grab some ice tea there, and stop in the playground." She flashed him a wicked grin. "I'm sure you'd like a smoke before we go?"
Dan grinned back at first, but still shot Nikki a worried look. "I wouldn't mind, but only if Nikki here is cool with it. I don't wanna make her upset or anything..."
In reply, Nikki opened up her bag, and with a flourish, produced a packet of cigarettes.
"I won't be upset if you let me shout the first one," she said, with a wicked grin of her own, then laughed out loud at the look of shock that Amy and Daniel shared with each other. "What? A girl can't share her smokes with her friends?" With that comment, the three of them burst into peals of high pitched laughter.
Dan finished his drink, and went to open the door, but was stopped by Amy.
"Wait up Danny. That was an awful big drink you just had, let me make sure that you're properly protected."
Without waiting for a response, she stepped towards him, and patted his backside. He jumped back at her touch, but funnily enough, it only took a stern sound from Amy to make him freeze on the spot.
"Little Daniel! Stop squirming around! I need to make sure you've got your special pants on! Now stand still!"
Dan did as he was told, but he couldn't look up, let alone meet Nikkis inquisitive stare, as Amy pulled the waistband of his baggy red shorts out, and glanced inside.
"That's very good Danny. Your pull up still looks okay. But we need to keep an eye on it, don't we?"
Dan decided suddenly that attack might be the best form of defence, so he quickly challenged Amy as well, trying to deflect the embarrassment away from himself.
"And what about Little Amy then? Whose going to check her special pants out?"
"Why, you are Danny. Come on Nik, show him!" With that, both girls quickly lifted their dresses, and simultaneously flashed their nappies at him. "Little Nik is still dry I reckon, she's only just put hers on. Mines a bit wet, but it'll do until we get back at least."
If ever Amy wished that she could take a photo of Dan, it was at that moment. His jaw dropped open, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. She had never seen him look so stunned, even when she had changed his diaper for him. But at least it had the desired effect. The ice was now officially broken, and the skeletons in the closet were now well and truly out. All three kids were diapered, and they all knew that they had a full day in front of them to use them.
By the time they left the house, Dans mother had left, and the three of them were chatting like old friends. Any feelings of being uncomfortable around each other had disappeared, and they laughed, joked, and teased each other mercilessly. They stocked up on drinks and breath mints at the shop, then hid in the playground fort to smoke, and Nikki impressed them by smoking like a seasoned professional. Her cigarettes were stronger than Amys, but she didn't cough once, and explained that she'd been smoking on and off for a couple of years.
As they sat around inside the fort, Dan was treated to the occasional glimpse of both of the girls diapers, and he was incredibly aroused by the sight. He became even more aroused, when he noticed at one point while Nikki was talking, that Amys right thumb had found its way into her mouth, and she'd gone momentarily quiet. She shivered slightly, and her eyes seemed to come back into focus again.
"Amy! Naughty girl! You just wet yourself, didn't you?"
Nikki hadn't noticed anything wrong, and abruptly stopped talking, turning her attention onto Amy, who smiled as she replied. "Yeah, but it honestly wasn't on purpose. Promise. I just started leaking all of a sudden. I hadn't done a wee since in my bed this morning...."
Her and Dan looked at each other, and started laughing. It was obviously a shared joke between them, so Nikki didn't ask. But she was quite aroused by the thought of her new friend just peeing herself in front of them, accident or not.
They decided that it was probably a sign to go, so they all had more to drink, and ate some mints to disguise their smokey breath.
Amy changed her diaper when they got home, and both Nikki and Dan decided to use the toilet for the last time, wanting to safely get inside the waterpark before they got too desperate. The thought of an uncontrolled wetting in the back of Sonias car was just to horrible to contemplate.
So with all three kids dryly diapered, but already well hydrated, and by now feeling like life long friends, they loaded themselves into the car, and we're all feeling extremely excited about the day ahead of them. |
Chapter 16:
The drive to the park took nearly thirty minutes. Instead of sitting up front as usual, Amy sat in the middle of the backseat, between her friends. As the drive progressed, she pulled out a 1.5 litre bottle of iced tea, and the three of them all took turns taking long drinks. Sonia smiled to herself as she saw them in the mirror, all drinking out of the same bottle, but wiping the top on their towels before drinking, as if that would somehow magically make it cleaner.
Kids. Only they could keep sharing from the same bottle and not find it off-putting.
She had planned on dropping the children off at the gate, but by the time they had turned into the street, it was apparent that that wouldn't be an option. There were cars and buses everywhere, and the line up at the entrance was snaking down the road. She was forced to drive past, go a further 200 meters down the road, and pull into the car park. Even that was nearly at capacity, with the only spare spots towards the back of the second car park. She manoeuvred the car a few rows back, where she wasn't blocking any traffic, and simply stopped, urging the kids to hurry up and get out before any cars pulled up behind her.
Sonia too had picked up on the fact that Amys new friend probably didn't have a lot of money, and she knew how expensive food and drinks could cost in there. She dug into her purse as she gave her daughter some last minute instructions. "I'll pick you guys up from here at five thirty, okay? Have fun, and don't leave your phones or wallets laying around! Make sure you get a locker. Amy, here, take this." She handed her daughter fifty dollars. "Buy some lunch and drinks for everyone."
Amy hadn't expected this, and beamed with gratitude. "Thanks mummy! We'll be good, don't worry about us." She leaned inside the window, and kissed her mother on the cheek. Another car was approaching behind Sonia, so she put the car into gear, and took off.
As she pulled out onto the road, Amy stopped her friends from walking off. "Let's have another smoke first," she suggested.
The three of them headed towards the back of the lot, found a minibus parked there, and walked onto the grass verge behind it, using it as a shield from sight. Amy produced her own cigarettes this time, as well as a 1.25 litre bottle of Coke, and they lit up in relative privacy. None of them were particularly thirsty, but they made an effort to guzzle the Coke as quickly as they had the iced tea, and by the time they had finished their smokes, had managed to drink half of it. Feeling a tad bloated, and very excited, they made their way down the road where they joined the back of the line.
The line moved relatively quickly, but it was quite long, and twenty minutes later they were only halfway through it. Amy and Dan were holding hands, and she felt his grip tighten on hers. She glanced at him, and he nodded his head in Nikkis direction. She was standing in front of them, and was starting to shift her weight from foot to foot.
Amy grinned at Dan, then leaned forward, and handed Nikki the bottle of Coke. She took it, but had a rather nervous expression on her face. However, she still managed to take a big drink before handing it back.
As the line slowly moved forwards, all three of them started to feel the effects of their large fluid consumption, but it seemed to be affecting Nikki the most. By the time another ten minutes had passed, her desperation was becoming noticeable, and even when she stood still, her knees were held together, and she constantly bounced on the balls of her feet. The kids kept up their excited chatter, but occasionally Nikki winced and took sharp little intakes of breath.
The line wasn't bunched up tight, and both in front and behind the trio, were family groups consisting of mothers with three or more young children. As the increasingly exasperated mothers tried to contain their excited charges, they weren't near enough to be able to eavesdrop on the teenagers conversation.
"You look like you need to pee Nik...." Amy said softly, leaning towards her friend.
Nikki smiled. "Yeah. It's that obvious is it? I usually really like holding on, but this is starting to get ridiculous! I'm getting kinda desperate now!"
"So? You're wearing a diaper, remember? Perfect time to use it, eh?"
Nikki gritted her teeth, "I just can't, you know? Not just right here on the street! It just, it just feels, um, kinda wrong, ya know? I'm gonna wait until we get inside on he grass."
"Suit yourself Nik, but it doesn't look like you're gonna maaaake it....."
Nikki just smiled in reply, but with squinted eyes.
Amys own need was swiftly building, and was now at dangerous levels. She decided that a pre-emptive strike was called for. Her and Dan had stopped holding hands a while ago, so without speaking, she grabbed his hand again, and squeezed it gently, getting his attention. Dans eyes had been riveted on Nikkis bouncing legs, fully expecting her to wet herself at any minute, and he was keeping an eye out for any errant drips or leaks, his penis in a state of semi-arousal inside his own diaper. He was starting to feel the urge to pee as well, but was still well in control of the situation, and he wasn't too concerned about it. Yet.
Upon feeling Amys grip on his hand tighten, he tore his gaze away from Nikkis bouncing feet, and focused his attention on his girlfriend.
When he saw her smiling at him, then slowly lift her thumb into her mouth and start nibbling at her thumbnail, his penis instantly went rock hard. Amy didn't speak, nor did she show any outward signs of what she was doing, she merely made eye contact with Dan, gnawed on her thumbnail, and smiled cheekily as she did so, spreading her thighs apart ever so slightly. She held his glance for perhaps twenty long, drawn out seconds, before wincing slightly as she squeezed her thighs together, shivering ever so slightly as she did so. Nikki was completely oblivious as to what had just happened.
Dan was very glad he was diapered, because he knew his shorts would be sticking out at an embarrassing angle in the front if his hard on wasn't as safely contained as it was.
Time dragged on, and the line kept moving. Nikkis dancing around didn't become any more exaggerated, but nor did it slow down either. Once or twice she crossed her ankles, but to the casual observer she just appeared bored and fidgety, and not desperate to pee.
They were getting closer to the front gate, when there was a slight commotion from the group of little kids in front of them.
"Mummy, I need to do a wee wee!"
This statement was loudly announced by a rather plump little girl who would've been no older than five. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit, a t-shirt that went to mid thigh over her chubby little legs, and a pair of Crocs, and she had a towel draped over her shoulders, and was carrying a big pop top drink bottle.
The mother looked down at her with a touch of annoyance. "I know you do Emma. We're nearly there now. Just hold on for a few more minutes."
Nikki turned towards her friends, and raised her eyebrows. Dan and Amy looked at each other, and back at Nikki. The little girl started doing an exaggerated potty dance, making Nikkis efforts pale by comparison. She jammed her free hand into her crotch, crossed her legs, and started bouncing up and down.
"I can't mummy! I need to go nooowww..."
Emma's mother obviously realised the urgency of the situation, but was helpless to do anything about it. All she could do, was offer encouraging words to her daughter.
"Five more minutes Emmy. You're doing so well. Just try and hold it if you can."
The girl nodded her head silently, and took a drink from her bottle. She bounced from one foot to the other, just as Nikki had been doing. With one hand still holding her crotch, she announced, "I don't like my water mummy. Can I have some cordial?"
"Not now Emma, it's buried in my bag somewhere. Just finish your water, and I'll give you some cordial after we're inside, and you've gone to the toilet, alright?"
Emma didn't appear to be in the mood to compromise, and she made a grunting noise, and stamped her feet, without removing the hand that had a death grip on her private area. The line went forward again, after another group had gotten in, and now Emma's group was second in line.
All of a sudden, there was a loud splattering sound, and a large puddle appeared in front of the little girl, running between her legs, and spreading outwards.
Nikki, who was standing directly behind the little girl, who had her back to her, stared in amazement, and stepped back quickly from the growing puddle. She stepped directly into Dan, who grabbed her shoulders, surprising her, and making her jump forwards again, and forcing her to step widely, legs apart, less she step in the puddle.
The little girl was looking at her mother, and holding her open drink bottle upside down, as the last of the water drained out of it.
"I spilled my water mummy. Can I have some cordial now?" she asked sweetly, continuing to hold herself with her other hand.
"In a minute. Look! It's our turn now! We're going in," her mother said with obvious relief, approaching the window with her credit card out.
Nikki was next in line, but made no effort to step forward. Instead, she turned her head to look at her friends, and they could see how pale she looked. She had stopped her subtle pee dance, and was staring into the distance at nothing, with her legs slightly spread, and chewing on her lower lip, with a scared expression on her face.
Another pay window became available, but Amy had to gently push her to make her step forward, and couldn't help but notice that she waddled ever so slightly as she walked. Nikki paid for her admission, and received her wrist band, as Emma's mother completed her transaction, and started attaching wristbands to the kids in her control. Little Emma let go of her crotch long enough to have her wristband put on, then resumed her hold. Her mother quickly ushered the kids through the gate, and they started walking briskly towards the toilet blocks.
Dan and Amy payed at that window, received their own wristbands, and stepped through the gate, meeting Nikki, who was standing there with a huge smile on her face, appearing to be bursting with excitement.
"I wet myself," she declared in a whisper, grabbing one each of Dan and Amys hands, "I really did! I wet myself! On accident! In my nappy! When that kid spilled her drink, I thought she'd peed, and I tried to step back, but when Danny grabbed me, the sound of what I thought was her peeing, and the surprise, made me jump, and I lost control! Really! It was a real accident too! I didn't do it on purpose at all! And I didn't leak a bit! Oh my God, I'm really wearing a wet diaper! Fuck! It feels so good! I can't believe it!" She started to repeat herself in her excitement. "I didn't leak at all! I wet myself and it didn't leak! Fuck! That's amazing!"
She was getting louder, and would probably have been overheard if anyone had been walking past at that instant, but thankfully, no one was. Amy had to try and quieten her down a bit.
"Steady on Nik. Shh. Not so loud, okay?"
Looking sheepish, Nikki lowered her voice, "I'm sorry guys, but I can't believe it! I've wanted to wear one of these things for sooo long, and I can't believe how nice it is! Was it just me, or did you think that kid had wet herself too?"
Both Dan and Amy had in fact thought the same thing at first, and reassured Nikki that she wasn't alone in her thoughts.
"Poor kid," said Dan, "she was obviously busting, I hope she made it alright."
Nikki was still bubbling with excitement. "What about you guys? Do you need to go yet? Let's drink some more, I want to do that again! How much do you guys need to go?"
Amy smiled ruefully. "Not at all actually. I had to do a pre-emptive strike in the line. There was no way I was gonna make it."
"What?! You peed in the line as well? You kept that quiet! I tried to be calm, but I was so nervous! I was going to wee on purpose, but I was like too scared to, you know? I've never wet in a nappy before, well not since I was a baby, or in my Goodnights, and I wasn't brave enough to do it on purpose. I was hoping to get inside first, then sit on the grass, but when that kid poured her water out......"
Amy answered first. "You can trust these grown up diapers a lot Nikki, especially if you're standing up. That's why I do a pre-emptive in them, because 99% of the time, if they're dry, and you're standing, they won't leak, particularly if you pee slowly. If you try and hold on, and flood one, like you did, they're much more likely to spring a leak. If you're careful when you pee, you'll probably be able to wet it safely again, but there's no guarantee of course. I bought some spares anyway, so we can get changed and experiment a bit, if you like."
"Really? That would be wonderful Amy! I'd love to try it again, but do it slowly, and on purpose."
She turned her attention to Dan. "How about you Danny? Are you wet too?"
Amy chimed in, "Yeah Catholic boy, are ya?"
Dan was still dry, but he was now in the infamous "danger-zone." He wasn't busting yet, but he could feel the need. If he had of been at school, or even at home, he would definitely make the toilet his next, immediate stop.
"Im dry now, but I kinda need to go," he admitted.
Amy grabbed his hand.
"Well Little Dan, let's go for a walk and check this place out. You and Little Nikki need to give Little Amy here a tour. If we're already wet, it doesn't seem fair for you to be still dry now, does it? Let's chuck our gear in the lockers, and see if we can't do something about that!" |
Chapter 17:
The kids split up, and went into their respective locker rooms. Once inside the ladies room, Amy whispered to her friend.
"Whatcha wanna do Nik? Leave your diaper on now, and wet it again, or put a dry one on and begin again?"
"I don't know. It feels like really good now, like nice and squishy and warm and stuff, and I know you said I couldn't probably wet it again, but I dunno. I like really peed a lot out there. It feels a bit saggy, like it's hanging down a lot."
Amy glanced around, and saw that in their row of lockers at least, they were alone. They could hear people in the adjacent rows, but had this one to themselves, at least for now.
"Give me a quick look Nik. Lift your dress up for me."
Nikki surprised her by complying at once, without hesitation. For a girl who sometimes came across as very shy and unsure at times, she certainly could appear to be completely unreserved when it came to flashing her panties or her nappy. Without even looking around, Nikki lifted the hem of her dress up, completely revealing the sodden diaper she was wearing. She wasn't wrong either, it was really hanging loose, sagging in the crotch, and sitting low on her hips.
Her hips were the problem, Amy thought. Nikki hardly had any. Amy was slim, but had wide hips. Nikki was built like a rake. She was very skinny, and hardly had any shape at all, unless you called straight a shape. Amy wore the smallest sized Molicares, and although they weren't tight around her middle, they fitted nice and snug. Nikki was slim enough that she could probably still fit into baby nappies. The small adult ones were just a touch to big on her. Amy wished she had asked Dan for some Goodnights. The weight in the diaper was pulling it down a bit, and Amy realised that Nikki must have peed a substantial amount earlier.
"Pull ya dress down mate. You're right, it's hanging off you. I think you're a bit small for them actually. You could probably fit in a big toddler one, if we had one of course. You better take it off, before it falls off. I can't believe it hasn't already. They're just too big for you, I'm afraid."
Nikkis face fell. "But I want to wear one Amy. I love them! There's gotta be a way, doesn't there?"
Amy had to chuckle. "Don't panic mate. It's an easy fix I think. What didya bring to swim in? Shorts or bathers?"
"I've got my swim shorts in my bag....."
Amy pulled out a plastic bag, with a fresh diaper in it. "Easy then. Go into the toilet, put this one on, then put your shorts on, and put the wet one in the bag before you come out. Nobody will see your shorts under your dress, and they'll keep your nappy up. The only problem you'll have, is if you leak and your shorts get wet. Then you'll just have to have a quick shower in here, and get wet before you go outside. No problem!"
"Wow! You're a genius Ames! How did you figure that out so easily?"
"It comes from years of hiding and dealing with diapers Nik. You just get used to it. But let's hurry. Danny can't hold on for very long when the need to do a wee builds up, and I really want to be there when he wets himself!"
The girls shared a quick giggle with each other, then disappeared into separate cubicles where they changed into dry diapers. In a matter of minutes, they were ready to go outside again.
Dan had entered the boys locker room, and found it very busy. He locked his valuables away, and briefly considered cheating, and peeing in the toilet first. Two things stopped him. First, he was still very self conscious about wearing these big nappies in public. His baggy shorts and long t-shirt was sufficient to keep it hidden, so he wasn't TOO concerned with it, but if he could keep his pants on, and not display it, even in the privacy of a cubicle, he'd feel better about it. The second reason was just one of fairness. The girls had already wet themselves in public, and expected him to do it as well. Sighing slightly as he felt his need to pee kick up a notch, he steeled himself for what was surely to come. He left the change room, and found a tree to lean against, with a view of the doorway into the girls room. The girls were taking a lot longer to emerge than what he had, and he leaned against the tree, and tried to take his mind off his swelling, but undersized bladder.
When the girls came out, laughing and giggling with each other, they paused, and looked around for their friend. Amy spotted him first, and nudged Nikki, pointing towards the tree. Dan was standing there, looking around, and appeared to be unaware that he was loosely tugging at the front of his shorts with his left hand.
"Whatcha doing Little Danny? Looks like you need the potty or something!"
Dan smiled weakly, aware now that he'd been caught tugging on his pants like a desperate little kid.
"Took you guys long enough," he muttered, "I was starting to think you'd snuck out or something."
"No chance of that, Danny boy! But we did get changed though. So unless you've already wet your diaper, we're all nice and dry again, but by the look of you, that won't be for long! Whattya want to do? Wanna get a drink first?"
Dan sighed again, aware once more that it was becoming a habit when he spoke to his girlfriend. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind a slushy. But I need to keep moving I think. I don't think I can just stand around."
They headed towards the refreshment stands, and luck was on their side. They had timed it well, and it coincided with a temporary lull in the crowd, and there was only a few people in front of them. They lined up for their drinks, and Amy produced the money her mother given to her, and proudly declared that it was her shout. This time, it was Dans turn to shuffle uncomfortably from foot to foot. By the time they had their drinks, he was really approaching breaking point. Drinks in hand, Amy let the Adventure World veterans lead her around.
Dan had been telling her all about the "Abyss", which was advertised as "The Fastest Roller Coaster In The Southern Hemisphere," and was keen to show her that. As they walked up the hill, past the Shockwave and the Rampage rides, he actually almost forgot about his urgent need to pee, his excitement to see her reaction was so great.
It didn't disappoint either. Amys eyes widened as she saw a car emerge from what appeared to be a building, and it plummeted earthwards at incredible speed, its occupants shrieking with equal parts fear and joy.
"Fuuuck," she muttered, "I don't know if I'm game to go on that...."
Past the Abyss, was the bottom of one of the many water slides. This one set up as a race, with multiple lanes, and the riders laying on mats, with the fastest times being digitally displayed on a screen.
Beside that, was a tube ride. As they watched, tubes appeared over a rise, and plummeted down a short slide into a pool. As they watched, the sound of running water had an adverse effect on Dans holding ability, and he had to suddenly grab himself as he felt his penis twitch suddenly. He wasn't 100% sure that he hadn't leaked, but he didn't think he had.
Nikki took the lead, and took them past the Lazy River, a more relaxed ride with people lounging back contentidley on large tubes, being drawn gently downwards at a more sedate pace.
As they left, heading towards the Pirate Ship, Pedal Boats, Hall of Mirrors, and the Go Karts, past the amusement machine hall, Dan suddenly stopped dead.
"Hang on girls. I'm in trouble here. I'm gonna have to do a pre-emptive strike. I'm about to lose control I think."
Putting on a stern, authoritarian voice, Amy berated him.
"Daniel Jacobs! Don't you dare wet your pants! You're a big boy now, surely you can wait and use the potty? Your special pants are only for accidents, not because you're too lazy to hold on!"
Dan had been worried about being "Little" with Nikki there, but it only took a glance to confirm that he had no reason to feel self conscious about it. She was obviously enjoying it just as much as what himself and Amy did. Feeling himself slipping automatically into "Little Danny" mode, he replied in a childish, almost whiny voice.
"But I need to wee so bad Amy. I can't hold on any more. I'm gonna wet myself any moment. Let me do it in my nappy, pleeeaassse?"
"What do you think Nik? I think this young man should be able to hold on for a bit longer, don't you? Fancy wanting to wet his pants on purpose! Ridiculous!"
Taking her lead, Nikki wasted no time chipping in. "You're quite right Amy. How is he going to learn to use the potty if he just gives up and uses his didee whenever he wants to go?"
Amy snorted. "Uses his WHAT?"
"His didee. It's what we used to call special pants in our house"
"OhmyGod! Didee! I friggin love it!" Turning back to Dan, she continued to admonish him. "No Daniel Jacobs, you must not use your didee!" But it was too much to keep a straight face, and she started giggling. "Didee! Friggin didee! That. Is. Gold," she managed to blurt out between fits of laughter.
It was contagious, and soon Nikki was laughing as well. Dan looked on in confusion, but the more the girls laughed, the more infectious it became.
He clamped a hand onto the front of his shorts, and crossed his legs, bending over at the waist, but it was all in vain. He felt something let go, and could feel a shot of pee squirt out. He was aware that anyone looking at him would see his potty dance, but he couldn't help it. He was trying his hardest to stay in "Little Dan" mode, and Little Dan had been told to hold on, so he tried to, but it was too late now.
A bigger, stronger squirt shot out, then another, then a series of three, spaced only milliseconds apart, and as easily as that, he'd lost the battle. Instead of easing the pressure, now the seal was broken, he simply couldn't stop. He felt the all too familiar sensation of scared nervousness as his bladder started emptying itself involuntarily, and he froze on the spot, peeing uncontrollably in his pull up, and praying silently that it would hold up, and not leak.
He had no option but to wait until his bladders level dropped, then hope he could regain control before he emptied completely. After perhaps ten seconds of prolonged urination, he winced a bit as he clamped down hard, and felt success. He had managed to stem the flow, and was now just trickling to a stop. He sighed again, but this time with relief. He had just had a very, very heavy accident, but it was fairly short, and he'd managed to do the rarest of things, actually regain control after losing it. His diaper was swollen and heavy, but hadn't miraculously hadn't leaked, and his pants were still dry. He took a couple of deep breathes before trusting himself to speak.
"Uh oh. I just did a wee wee in my didee...."
That was enough to send all three off again, Dans voice breaking as he giggled, making him sound like the two girls he was sharing a laugh with. It sounded so funny, they kept laughing at that, although Dan maintained control of his bladder. He had emptied it enough so he had control again, although he could tell it wasn't completely empty altogether.
"So did I," squealed Amy, and they kept laughing.
Eventually they stopped, and got back to normal.
"Oh my fucking God. Didee....That's hilarious," Amy stated, then continued, "Alright Master Daniel, if your so much of a baby, maybe you should just put another diaper on, we can't risk you wetting your pants on these big, scary rides now, can we?" |
Chapter 18:
As they walked back towards the locker rooms, Nikki spoke softly to Amy, "Did you really wet yourself as well?"
"Yeah, but only a little bit. It happens when I laugh a lot. It wasn't much though, cause of the big wee I did before, but I squirted a couple of times. Don't need to get changed or nothing though."
Amy drained the last of her slushy, threw the cup in a bin, and addressed her friends. "Come on you two, drink up! We're all pretty empty now, and we've got to keep topping up."
"I'm still not completely empty, believe it or not," Dan informed her, "I actually managed to stop halfway through! I can't usually do that. I wonder if I'm starting to slowly build up some better control, by playing these holding games?"
"You could be, Catholic boy. Kinda makes sense I guess. You're doing bigger, longer holds than you used too. You've been getting into the habit of going to the loo all the time, whenever you have even the smallest need, and maybe by doing these big holds, you're starting to, I don't know, maybe stretch your bladder a bit or something? It's worth considering, anyway. I probably wouldn't try doing it at school though. You've even been having a few more dry nights lately, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I have. Or at least waking up just before I pee. But the other night, after I drank that beer, boy, that was a bad night."
"Small steps Danny. Even if your bed wetting is getting better, it'll be a slow thing. Drinking beer won't help it."
Dan went to change his nappy, and Amy got another big bottle of iced tea from her bag. It was starting to get a bit warm, but they weren't drinking it solely for the refreshment value. It would be ideal for its intended purpose. Amy had wanted another cigarette, but Nikki informed her that the whole park was non-smoking, so they'd have to walk outside. As they didn't want to stand out on the street, where everyone would see their illicit activity, they would have to trek back to the car park, and that was too much effort, at least for now.
Reunited once more, the three diapered teens found a semi quiet spot on the lawn to sit. They sat facing each other, and Dan was afforded the occasional glimpse of Amys diaper when she crossed her legs. Nikkis was now disguised under a pair of shorts, but he knew it was there, and that was just as hot.
Of course all the conversation centred around wetting. It was like it was the only thing in the word to talk about. Dan and Amy had already been through this phase with each other, and while it was still a massive part of their relationship, it was starting to become not as important as it had been at first. They genuinely loved each other, and lately they were just happy to share each other's company, and the excitement of wetting and diapers was just a pleasant adjunct to that.
But now Nikki was there, and they had another playmate who enjoyed the same things, all of the initial excitement had returned, and of course Nikki, who had never had anybody to share her secret passion with, was nearly overcome with excitement. She was like a mirror image of what they had been a few weeks ago, full of questions, stories, and anecdotes.
They shared a lot of stories with each other. Dan explained all about his condition, and how he tried to cope with it. He told her about his accidents at school, and how he had to change schools because of it. Nikki told them some more intimate details about growing up as a deliberate wetter, and how she would either hold on until she had a real accident, or would just do it on purpose. She explained how it started by not liking public toilets, and how it had developed into a love of peeing herself.
She couldn't explain why she liked it though. "I dunno really, I just do!"
Amy had to ask. "Nik, do you ever like, you know, touch yourself when you wet?"
"Oh yeah," she beamed, "I love holding my pussy when I pee. It feels so warm on my fingers!"
"No Nik. That's not what I mean. I mean, do you ever play with yourself, like masturbate or anything?"
This flustered the younger girl. She blushed bright red, and lowered her eyes. It took a moment for her to answer.
"Oh. Um. Not really. You guys will probably laugh at me I guess, but I've like never done that. I kinda don't know much about that sort of stuff. I know when I pee my pants it makes me feel kinda tingly down there, and I think it turns me on, well I guess it does, but I don't really know what that means. I've never had a boyfriend or anything, and I know I like boys, but I've never done anything. I've kinda touched myself down there a few times, but nothing's ever happened, not like the sorta stuff I've seen on TV anyway. I've never actually cum or anything."
Dan and Amy glanced at each other, and Nikki saw them do it. She hastened to add, "Come on guys, think about it! I only just turned thirteen not long ago! You guys are nearly fifteen, and you've got each other. I only just started, you know," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "puberty not long ago. I'm a bit of a late bloomer. I haven't even really got any boobs yet." She kept her eyes downcast, "That's why I was so surprised you'd let me tag along with you today. I'm just a kid. I didn't want you to think you'd be babysitting me."
It was Dans turn to speak up. He'd been steadily drinking the tea, trying to build up his levels again, so he passed it to the younger girl, knowing that Amy didn't need it as much. She'd be needing to pee soon anyway, even without the extra drinks.
"Here Nik. Keep drinking." She took the bottle, glad of the distraction from her rather embarrassing speech. He continued, "Don't stress mate. Amy and I know exactly what it's like. But we're not that much older, I'm fourteen and seven months, and I'm two months older than Amy. I'm a bit of a late starter too. I didn't start, you know, growing, until I was past thirteen. I'm still waiting for stuff like leg hair to grow. Look at my bloody legs, I've hardly got a hair on them!"
Nikki raised her head, looked at his legs, and gave him a shy smile.
"I'll tell you another secret too. I only just learned how to, you know," He held a clenched fist in front of himself, giving it a few up and down pumping movements, "after I met Amy! So I do know what you mean, cause I was the same. It's why I've had a hard time with my incontinence. I hate having accidents, I really do, but it took Ames here to point out what was obvious. I always liked peeing in my swimsuit for fun. And when my mum made me do experiments in my Goodnights, I kinda enjoyed it, but felt really weird because of it. I was supposed to be testing them, to help me with a problem I hate having, but I was like you, it kinda made me feel sorta tingly and nice when I wet them. I'd tried playing with myself for ages, but it didn't work. But on the day I met Amy, wow, it turned me on so much, I kinda picked it up from thinking about her!"
He turned to Amy, and winked at her. "You've got no idea what that video you sent me this morning did! I must've watched it twenty times before I deleted it, and I played with myself the whole time!"
Amy was pleased and excited that he'd enjoyed it so much, and she admitted to her own bout of self exploration after filming it. Nikki sat there listening, and drinking tea, but had to ask. "What did you send him Amy?"
"Well Little Danny here did a big wee in his bed the other day, after he took his nappy off. He sent me a photo of it afterwards. So I thought I'd go one better. I did a big wee in my bed, but I filmed it! We've got you to thank for that I think."
Nikki looked puzzled. "Whaddya mean?"
"Well, after you told me about deliberately wetting your bed, I told Dan. We both kinda wanted to try it. I mean we both wet the bed nearly every night anyway, and we both suffer from diaper failure at times, so we've got mattress protection and stuff, but neither of us have slept without a nappy on for years. We were kinda wondering what it would be like to wet the bed without one, and now we know! It was hot!" She leaned towards Dan, and kissed him quickly on the lips, took the drink off Nikki, and settled back down again, flashing her nappy at both of them.
The conversation lulled a bit, so Amy decided to keep going. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad Nik, you know, about touching yourself. But before I learned how to do it, I was the same as you. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy when I wet my nappy, even when I was a little kid, and I'd often grab and squeeze it, just because it felt good. But I didn't learn how to have an orgasm until I was thirteen and a half."
Dan interrupted her, "What were you thinking about when you did, Ames? Was it your wet diaper or something?"
She grinning sheepishly, "Actually it was Michael from Five Seconds Of Summer. He is so freaking hot!"
Nikki squealed in agreement. "OhmyGod yes! I love him so much too!"
As the two girls giggled together, Dan just shook his head, "Women," he muttered.
Amy stood up, declaring "Well I don't trust myself to keep sitting down. Let's go on some rides!"
The others thought that was a terrific idea, so they passed around the drink bottle until all the tea was gone, then headed towards the rides. |
Chapter 19:
They started at the Rampage, as the line wasn't as large. It took only two goes for the preceding patrons to go through, then it was their turn.
The Rampage featured lots of two seater capsules, which spun around at high speeds, twisting and turning almost 360 degrees as it gyrated around. Amy and Dan got one together, while Nikki had to share with a stranger. As they sat in, and waited for the attendant to come around and check the safety bars, Amy realised that her first diaper related problem had surfaced.
"Shit. My dress is too short for this. Everyone is going to see my nappy," she whispered, as she tried to tuck her dress between her thighs and clamp them together. "I should've been like Nik, and put my shorts on."
Soon the attendant was in front of them. They had needed to climb into the capsule, and their seat was about four foot off the ground, putting the young man roughly at the same height as Amys legs. She sat with her legs together, and hands clasped coyly together in her lap, as he gave the safety bar a firm push.
Soon the music started, and they felt themselves lifting upwards. The capsule started turning with the ride, and as momentum increased, it began twisting. Within seconds they were being flung upside down.
"Don't hold on to the bar Ames," Dan shouted, "Let yourself hang loose!"
She turned to him and saw him not holding on. As their capsule hung upside down, his bum lifted off the seat, and he was only held in by the safety cage. Steeling herself, she let go as well, and felt herself become weightless as they twisted around. It was impossible to keep using her legs to pin her dress in place, so she had no choice but to give up, and hope that her dress stayed down, and the speed they were moving at would prevent her from being up skirted by anyone watching. All too soon it was over, and they were safely on the ground. Amy checked her clothing, and was surprised to see it hadn't moved much, emboldening her enough to change her mind about going and putting her shorts on.
Next was the Shockwave. This ride had long, tiered seating, so the kids were able to sit side by side, with Amy in the middle. As they climbed on, Amy noticed that a lot of seats were damp, although not holding puddles. Not having any choice, she sat on a wet spot, and felt the back of her thighs get damp.
Turning to Dan, she quickly whispered, "Why are these seats all wet? Surely it's not scary enough to make so many people pee their pants?"
Dan chuckled as he replied, "No babes, but a lot of people go on these rides in their wet swimsuits. As long as your not like dripping wet, they let you on."
"Well that gives me an idea for later," she responded.
The Shockwave lifted up, and soon the bleacher style seating was turning over and over at high speed, and all three kids were screaming in delight.
After they got off, they assessed their respective peeing situations.
"I can feel some there, but I don't really need to go yet," Daniel said.
Nikki was the same. "I'm definitely starting to feel it, but not desperately or anything. It's building up though."
Amy was a bit more urgent. "I'm not desperate at all, but I can feel it. As you guys know, that's all it takes. If I can feel it, it means my bladders about half full, and I'll start leaking soon. I guess there's only one smart thing to do then."
The other kids looked at her inquisitively.
"Go and have another drink of course!"
Laughing with her, they headed back toward the refreshment area, laughing and talking about the rides. Dan suggested getting something to eat, but the girls both declined, saying they didn't want to throw up on the roller coaster. They agreed they'd wait until that ride was out of the way first.
Amy bought them all more drinks, although she had to convince Nikki that it was alright. "I've got some money Ames, mum gave me some cash for food."
"Cool. You can buy your food later, but I'm shouting the drinks, so shut up! What're we all having?"
Dan and Nikki ended up with Coke, but Amy stuck with water, not wanting to upset her tummy at all. Her over indulgence on Coke, and the sudden attack of the runs a couple of weeks ago, had taught her a valuable lesson about consuming too much soft drink. They hung around the kiddies area while they had there drinks. There was a mini water park area, with slides, water cannons, a paddling pool, and best of all, a large, roof mounted bucket, that continuously filled up, then tipped over, pouring hundreds of litres of water on the kids playing underneath, causing many squeals of delight every time it tipped. There were dozens of children running around, all laughing and yelling at once. Dan was fairly sure he saw a boy of about eight wetting himself as he squirted other kids with a cannon, but he couldn't be sure.
"He probably was," said Nikki, when Dan told them, as they walked away. "I don't think a lot of kids just stop and go to the toilets while they're already wet."
"I know I won't be," Amy said, and they laughed in agreeance. "I might stop there now though. I wanna put my shorts on like Nikki did. My nappy will be showing on the go karts if I don't."
Feeling a lot more secure with her diaper now hidden, they headed to the go karts next. The line was long, and they had no choice but to wait. It seemed to take forever, but in reality, the line up took forty minutes. During this boring delay, they finished their drinks, and chatted away. Once at the head of the line, Amy and Dan had the chance to ride next, but not Nikki, so they let the next two people through, and waited even longer for the next ride, so all three of them could ride together.
Their continuous fluid consumption was now catching up with all of them, particularly Amy. She would've normally peed over half an hour ago, and knew that an accident was imminent. It wasn't so much that she was desperate, just at her maximum capacity, and she knew that her bladder would soon start emptying itself regardless of whether she wanted it to or not.
Dan wasn't quite as bad, but again, he was in the danger zone. Normally, he'd be running to the toilet now, just in case, but of course that wasn't the idea today.
Nikki was getting worried. She did have a slightly weakish bladder, which she was used to using to her advantage when she played her own holding games. She liked doing holds, but it was nearly always in the privacy of her own house or yard, rarely in public. Also, she couldn't recall ever have drank so much when she did do a hold. She often drank a lot of water, until she got desperate enough to have an accident, but the amount of ice tea and Coke she'd so far consumed was considerably more than she was used to. Even though she had wet her nappy by accident earlier, without any problems, she still didn't fully trust it. She had planned for her next wetting to be on purpose, and planned, like Amys pre-emptive strikes, but she was starting to doubt her ability to hold on much longer. Just in the last five minutes, her bladder had started twitching with the warning signs of imminent danger, and it felt like the wee was sitting right at her pee hole.
"Oh God guys, I need to gooooo...." she whispered to them.
It was Dans turn to be in charge now. "No Little Nikki, don't you dare use your didee. You're a big girl now, and you should be able to wait until after this ride, okay?"
Amy chuckled again at the word didee, but backed Dan up. "No Nik. No didee for you yet. You must hold on. That's an order!"
Nikki almost laughed, but managed to stay in character. Putting on a scared little voice, she mumbled, "Alwite, I'll twy.." causing her friends to crack up.
Then it was their turn to ride. They ran onto the track and each selected a kart, sitting themselves into the low seats, stretching their legs out it front of them, and trying to put the seatbelts on.
As soon as Amy sat down, she knew her battle was lost. She had really wanted to hold on until they got on the roller coaster, and had hoped for a fear induced wetting accident, but her body had other ideas instead. The "sitting with outstretched legs" position was probably the worst one for Amy, and she instantly lost the sensation of control. When she was standing, she could feel her control muscles, but when she sat like this, it was like a switch was flicked, and those muscles could no longer be relied upon. Her intense urge to pee was still there, but with her legs spread on both sides of the steering column, she could no longer clamp down hard enough to stop herself from leaking. Within seconds of her bum hitting the seat, she could feel her nappy warming up between her legs, and there was nothing she could do about it. Track attendants we're running around the karts, making sure that everyone was wearing their seatbelts, and Amy was self consciously feeling her backside getting warmer and wetter as the young man checked her belt.
It was a surreal feeling, sitting only inches off the ground, strapped into a go kart, and wetting her pants in front of a total stranger, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was able to cut the flow off after about twenty seconds, but by that stage, her nappy was very wet.
The lights turned green, and they were off and racing! Amy wasn't very confident, and drove slowly as a result, Dan drove with a teenage boys lack of regard for his personal safety, and was stunned when Nikki dived underneath him on a corner, making him swerve and hit the brakes, sending him nearly off the track. He straightened up, and managed to catch her, but just couldn't get past her. Both of them lapped Amy during the race though. When Amy got out of the kart after the race, she glanced down at the plastic seat, and was horrified to see a very small puddle, perhaps only two inches in circumference, sitting in the hollow part of the chair. She automatically reached around to the back of her dress, and found that it felt very wet, particularly in the middle part that had been under her backside. She had obviously had a rather substantial leak, but she knew from experience that the dark floral pattern of her dress rendered any wet spots virtually invisible.
As she walked away, she glanced back nervously at her kart, and was very relieved to see a guy of about twenty, in very wet board shorts, apparently having come straight off the water rides, swing his already wet butt on top of her tiny puddle, and appearing not to notice anything untoward.
Once they got off the track, Dan and Nikki started arguing playfully about her tactics, with Dan accusing her of forcing him off the track unfairly.
"It's not my fault you drive like a girl," she told him.
Laughing, he turned to Amy, "What happened to you, slowpoke? Couldn't keep up?"
She had to admit defeat, explaining that she'd never before driven a go kart. "And I pissed myself before we even started," she admitted, "even left a puddle on the seat...."
Of course her friends wanted all the gory details, and Amy was all too happy to fill them in on how she had lost control once she'd sat down. "I still kinda need to go to," she added. "But does my dress look wet at all?"
Nikki and Dan checked it out for her, and assured her that any wetness was completely invisible on the thin, nylon fabric, and Amy was extremely relieved. "But I don't think I'll be able to hold on to the rest of it for the roller coaster though. I'm gonna have to finish peeing first."
Nikki agreed, stating how her own urgency was now making her feel uncomfortable, so the girls decided to find a quiet spot to stand, and just empty their swollen bladders. Dan was getting dangerously full himself, but wanted to test his limits on the biggest ride. The girls agreed that that had been their original intention as well, but by now it was too late for Amy, and Nikki freely admitted that there was no way that she could possibly last long enough either. "I think I dribbled a bit when I overtook you like a fucking boss!" she proudly told Daniel, who was forced to eat humble pie.
Finding a quiet spot behind a concession stand, Amy told Nikki, "Go on, you first." Nikki looked scared but excited, and she swallowed, then took a deep breath. Quickly making a visual check to ensure nobody was looking, she opened her stance, and looked down. Anybody walking past may have wondered why the young teen was apparently staring at her kneecaps, but their questions would have been quickly answered, as two pee trails quickly found themselves racing each other down the inside of her skinny legs. The one on her right leg made a brief waterfall from her knee, while the one on her left leg hung on all the way, eventually being absorbed into her fluorescent pink sock.
"Shit Nikki, you're leaking!" Amy hissed, but the younger girl didn't seem to care, and didn't even flinch as she covered her inner legs with pee.
"I think my shorts are wet," was the only comment she made when it was all over.
The sight of her "accident" was too much for Amys already overwhelmed bladder, and it gave out in sympathy as well. She too sprung a leak, and soon had a wet stripe on her right leg.
"My nappy was damn near full," she explained, "but yours just don't fit you properly I guess. There's no way they should leak like that while you're standing up!"
But if Nikki was bothered by the leakage, she certainly hid it well. "So what? It feels so nice! But you and I are gonna need a shower before we leave the locker room I guess."
With the girls now feeling very soggy under their dresses, the trio headed towards The Abyss. As they passed a booth at the bottom, Dan paused, and pointed out a television screen to Amy.
"Look here babe. It takes a photo at the start. You can buy them as a souvenir. Let's get one later, okay?" Amy looked at the photo wall, dozens of happily screaming people were pictured in various states of joy and distress, and she agreed that it would be a great memento.
The line started at the bottom of a steep flight of stairs, that snaked upwards, before disappearing into what appeared to be a large building. Every five minutes or so, a rumbling would be heard, followed by screaming, then a carriage would suddenly emerge from the darkness, plummeting down the tracks at high speed, before turning on its side to take a steeply banked corner. From there, the carriage slowed as it made an almost vertical climb, with the descent on the other side being almost inverted. Even standing on the sidelines watching it made the heart rate quicken.
After watching the carriage disappear into the maze of track work twice, Amy called her friends to lean in closer, whispering "Fuck me, I'm glad my nappys already wet, cause it sure would be after this! How are you going, Little Danny?"
He had to grit his teeth a bit. Over the last ten minutes, he had shot past the danger zone into imminent disaster territory. Like Amy had been at the go karts, his impending bladder failure was now a matter of when, not if. He knew, that even if he was to survive the ride without wetting his pants, that there was absolutely no way that he could make it back to the toilets with a dry diaper. It was simply too late.
Dan accepted his fate calmly. He knew the situation, and instead of being worried about it, he was strangely calm. It was out of character for him, and any other time he would be stressing about it, but somehow, being with the two girls, who had already wet themselves, made his own upcoming disaster seem less important. He was actually quite nonchalant about it. He quickly considered, then dismissed, the idea of a pre-emptive strike. He'd had the idea of having a real, genuine accident on the roller coaster ever since Amy and himself had started discussing their trip ages ago, so he wouldn't wimp out now. After all, he'd ridden the thing many times before, and hadn't wet himself then, and although he was now busting for a piss, he was almost treating it as an experiment, and wanted to know how well he'd fare in his efforts to keep his nappy dry. He didn't think he'd make it, but it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd peed in his diaper, and if that was the worst that could happen, it wouldn't be the end of the world. At the end of the day, it would only be these already wetly diapered girls that would know about it anyway.
"Not good," he answered, "I reckon my didees gonna get wet sooner rather than later!" This of course made Amy snort with laughter. Nikki asked her what was funny, and she whispered in her ear, making Nikki guffaw as well.
By the time they had reached the top of the stairs, Danny was sweating. He kept shifting his weight from foot to foot, and a couple of times had caught himself with his hand squeezing his crotch. His boyhood twitched a couple of times, and he felt as if he was sweating inside his diaper as well.
They were now at the front of the line, and Dan saw a chance to play a little trick on Amy. They watched the last ride disappear into the blackness, and he decided to fib to her a bit. He knew full well what happened to the cars. They immersed themselves into the pitch blackness, then suddenly dropped down a sheer slope that couldn't be seen, and this was where the photos were automatically taken, but he saw no reason to tell her this.
Catching Nikkis eye, he winked at her, urging her to play along.
"What happens here Ames, is the cars go along into the darkness, then you'll feel it slow down, and it'll climb up like a big hill, before dropping out the top. It's kinda scary, and seems to take ages in the dark."
"Shut up, Catholic boy! Don't friggin spoil it! Let me find out for myself. Just concentrate on keeping your diaper dry."
Nikki rolled her eyes at him, aware of how he'd just mislead Amy as to what to expect.
The next car load of screaming patrons arrived back at the platform, who got out and departed from the opposite side of the tracks. The attendants opened up the gates, and the kids hurried through, Amy dragging Daniel quickly towards the first row of seats. Nikki sat in the second one, beside another teenage girl. Dan was forced to wince a bit as he sat down, and was aware of how the built up pee seemed to be now sitting at the very tip of his willie. He just knew that there was no way that he'd be getting off this ride with a dry diaper. It only took a minute for the safety checks, and the train trundled off into the pure blackness of the tunnel.
Bracing himself for the hidden drop, Dan murmured "Here comes the hill..." and suddenly, without warning, the earth seemed to drop away beneath them, and they plummeted almost straight down. Amy screamed in terror, and was only vaguely aware of a flash going off overhead. They went down rapidly, were swung violently sideways, and then there was daylight visible in front of them. They emerged into bright sunshine, and dropped down into the sharp turn that they had witnessed from the stairs.
Danny wasn't in the slightest bit scared, but he wet himself all the same. The sheer force of the gravitational pull on his body saw to that, and as soon as they hit the first, hidden drop, he shot a powerful stream of urine into his diaper, then clenched his muscles tight as they turned, doing the same thing again. He never once lost complete control, but with every twist, turn, drop and bump, another squirt escaped from his over extended but undersized bladder.
The ride was short but incredibly violent, and was over within three gut wrenching minutes. Amy grabbed his arm, and screamed in terror the whole time, but nonetheless seemed to really enjoy it.
Back at the starting platform again, they disembarked, and headed down the exit stairs, Danny leading the way. Halfway down, he was aware of the sound of giggling, and turned to see the girls conferring with each other, and grinning broadly.
"What's so funny?"
"Just keep walking, Catholic boy. Tell ya in a minute."
They arrived at the bottom of the steps, and Amy pulled on his arm, making him step to the side and wait.
Again he asked, "Whassup?"
In reply, Amy took his hand, and directed it onto his own backside. He quickly yanked it away, feeling moisture.
"You've leaked, Danny boy. You've got a wet bum!"
He felt the world spinning around him, and the bottom dropping out from his stomach, much worse than any ride had made happen. He was about as far away from the toilet block as could be, and his shorts were wet. Hurriedly, he grabbed at his bum again, this time trying to analyse the extent of the damage.
"What? Fuck! No! How bad?"
Amy couldn't help chuckling. "Well mate, you've got like a wet tennis ball shape on both of your cute little butt cheeks..."
"Aw shit Ames. What the fuck? What am I gonna do?"
"Nothing ya can do sweetie. You've got a wet bum. Don't panic. If anyone sees it, they'll just think you sat on a wet seat. It doesn't look like you've pissed your pants or anything, you've just got a wet spot, that's all. It must be time for a swim I reckon. Nik and I have wet shorts on, so we're gonna hop in the shower quickly after we take our didees off, so you might wanna do the same?"
He agreed morosely, knowing that there was nothing else he could do, and running towards the toilets would only draw attention to himself. If he acted normally and casually, nobody would look twice.
Probably.
Steeling himself for the walk ahead, he made sure that he kept Nikki walking behind him, just as added camouflage. He objected when Amy stopped at the booth and insisted on getting a photo of their ride printed, but she was adamant, telling him that it was her revenge for him tricking her about the ride, and she wanted to see a photo of her reaction.
Even Dan had to laugh at the photo, Amy looked as if she was about to be attacked by an army of zombies. She appeared to be absolutely terrified, and Nikki, sitting behind them in the picture, didn't look much better.
"That a pretty good picture of me starting to pee my pants," he informed them quietly, as they walked away from the booth, passing it backwards and forwards between themselves.
Dan was incredibly relieved to make it back to the change rooms without incident, and more relieved when the girls told him that the wet spot on his bum had already almost dried to the point of being invisible. They seperated at the doors, and went their own ways.
Dan took his backpack into a toilet stall, pulled his shorts down, and ripped open the sides of his pull up as silently as possible, putting it in a plastic bag. He examined his shorts, and decided hopping into the shower quickly probably wouldn't hurt. He managed to throw the used diaper into a bin, remove his shoes and socks, and have a quick shower, soaking his shorts completely, making him fit in with half the population of Adventure World.
Nikki and Amy did pretty much the same thing, with one exception. Amy put a swim diaper on underneath her shorts, just in case, before she left her stall. She didn't tell Nikki this, as the other girl wasn't aware of Amys tummy problems, and frankly, it wasn't something that Amy felt like explaining.
Within ten minutes, the three of them were again united outside, Dan wearing wet shorts with no undies, Nikki wearing wet shorts and heavily pee stained panties, and Amy in wet shorts and her secret swim diaper.
Now it was time to get wet. |
Chapter 20:
As a normal teenage boy, Dan was sometimes perpetually hungry, and this was no exception. He insisted on getting something to eat, before they tackled any more rides. Food was a bit expensive there, but by combining the money that Amy had left with their own funds, they were able to afford a decent meal of fish and chips each, and another large drink each.
"Jesus. How do you guys drink like this? I'm bloated."
"Don't worry Nik, so are we," Amy answered. "But, if you want to have real accidents, you've gotta work at it. You don't have to keep up ya know. Now we're wet, we can just pee anytime, but Danny and I kinda like having real accidents, and drinking heaps is the best way to do it, particularly if you've got a bladder as fucked up as ours are."
"No" Nikki responded, "I wanna keep up. I agree with you, real accidents are way better than just weeing yourself on purpose. And with my weak bladder, it's not hard to make it happen. This'll probably sound kinda stupid I know, but it's like my control is getting worse the longer the day gets, after all the holding and stuff we've been doing, almost like my bladder is getting tired or something!"
Dan piped up then. "It's not stupid Nik. Me and Ames have both noticed the same sorta thing before. When we've done lots of drinking and holding, having real accidents becomes easier. You better be careful tonight when you go home. Sometimes it's like your bladder goes on autopilot or something after a big day of pee play."
If Nikki thought that Dan might have been joking, a quick look at Amy confirmed he was speaking the truth, as she was nodding her head in complete agreeance. "He's right mate. When you spend a day just filling up, having accidents, or peeing on purpose, it can be hard to get used to like holding on normally again. Since your bladders a bit weak anyway, I'd be careful if I was you."
Nikki nodded solemnly, her expression serious, "Alright guys, point taken. I'll be careful later." Then she smiled broadly, "But not yet! I plan on wetting myself as much as I can from now until then though," her smile turned somehow evil looking, "even starting now" she added.
The three of them were sitting in a tight group on the lawn, facing each other, with their food boxes and drinks randomly placed in the middle. Nikki was sitting cross legged, indian style, and started squinting, and lifted her backside off the grass an inch or so. Three pairs of eyes went to her crotch, and even though her blue-purple shorts were already wet from her recent shower, a fresh darkness suddenly blossomed between her legs, and a slight trickle escaped. It only lasted a few seconds, then she exhaled loudly, and plopped her bum back down again.
"Not much there yet," she remarked, "better keep drinking."
"Holy shit Nik!" Amy exclaimed in surprise, "What're you doing?"
"Whaddya mean? I'm peeing!"
"No shit? I can see that! But so will everyone else!"
"No they won't. Trust me. I know these shorts. In a minute or two it'll be invisible. They're already wet, nobody will notice!"
Amy could tell that Dan had noticed at least. He had stopped eating, a chip held in his fingers half way towards his open mouth. "Snap out of it, Catholic boy," she admonished him, punching him playfully on the leg. He smiled guiltily at her, knowing he'd been caught staring, then continued eating.
"Anyway," Nikki went on, "I'm like totally empty now, so I've got heaps of room left for more cordial!"
She was almost right about it being invisible. Ten minutes later, food and drink consumed, they stood up, and her shorts were maybe only a shade darker between her legs, and on her bum. She certainly didn't look like she'd just wet her pants, unless you knew, and we're making an effort to look hard for it.
They decided on the water slide mat race first, so walked up the hill, collected their mats, then climbed up the stairs. Nikki was in front, and although her friends would never admit to it, they both payed close attention to her behind as she climbed in front of them, and both of them liked the fact that they could judge where the fresh wet patch was, but only because they knew to look for it.
It was a fairly steep climb, and they were puffing a bit at the top, but the adrenaline surge of the race soon energised them again, and soon they were pitted against five others, and the green light went on. The girls missed the start, but Dan took off well, and was only just beaten into second place at the bottom by an older kid in his late teens, who, being stronger and heavier, had a slight advantage. He cheekily teased Dan a bit, and Dan responded by asking for a rematch, and so they all trekked up the steps again. On the next run, another older kid, a friend of the first winner was victorious, and while Dan was keen to go again, the girls couldn't face the big climb again straight away, so begged off, grabbing him and pulling him towards the tube rides.
The first one was solo tubes, ridden at high speed through dark tunnels, before emerging over a rise, and dumping the riders in a pool. It was scary, and a lot of fun, but rather than go again, Amy wanted to try the Lazy River next.
You could ride this one solo, or in pairs on a larger, two person tube. Off course Amy and Daniel paired up, so Nikki went first on her own. This ride was much more sedate and relaxing. The tubes were released at intervals, and the riders sat back, and slowly drifted down a shallow gradient of trickling water. Every now and then, they even had to grab the side and push their tubes along a bit if they got a bit stuck.
Their tube was basically just a much bigger version of the solo tubes, but with a divider in the middle. Dan sat on one side, Amy on the other facing him, with their legs hanging over the central divider. The tubes weren't large, so their feet kind of hung across each other.
After they'd gone around a couple of corners, and Nikki was out of sight in front of them, Amy grabbed Dan by the ankle. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she was doing. All she did, was indicate for him to shift his position a bit, so she could manoeuvre his leg a bit better, and he complied without question.
It was a slightly uncomfortable position he found himself in, kind of slouched down deep in the tube, while his girlfriend held his leg, but he didn't question her intention. With a sudden shifting of her own body, her backside slipped lower on her side, and her feet stuck up a bit. Dan couldn't work out what she was trying to accomplish, so he just kept quiet, and allowed her full control.
He felt his foot suddenly being pulled almost violently down, and looked on in surprise, as he saw Amy grab it, and place it flat against the crotch of her shorts. She held the top of his foot, and placed the sole directly against the wet fabric of her shorts, and almost instantly, he felt the bottom of his foot growing warmer.
He made no effort to pull it away, and just smiled at her, as she held him firm against her sex, and peed forcefully on him. He was enraptured by the experience. He was sitting opposite his girlfriend, watching her wet her pants, but not only watching it, but feeling it as well, as she sat there, legs spread wide, holding his ankle, and urinating through her shorts onto his foot.
It was without doubt one of the most arousing experiences of his young life, and he could of cum in his shorts very easily, if he'd been foolish enough to touch himself.
"Toldya these swim diapers were no good for pee," she giggled softly.
"You're wearing a swimmer?"
"Yeah. Public pool, just in case. Don't tell Nik though. I don't wanna explain."
He didn't reply, but grabbed her closest foot, lifted it up gently, and kissed her toes, before releasing it. It was only a quick, innocent peck, but Amy thought that it was probably one of the sexiest things that had ever happen to her. She really loved Dan playing with her feet.
Around the corner, they gently collided with Nikki, who had put her feet down to stop, and wait for them. They smiled at her, but with their intimate little alone time now shattered, they continued on until they reached the bottom.
"What next guys?" Nikki was almost bouncing with excitement. "How about we go out for a smoke?"
It sounded like as good of an idea as anything else, so they agreed. Nikki got her cigarettes from the locker, they roughly dried themselves off, clothes and all, and safe in the knowledge that they could use their wristbands to get back in, they draped their towels over their shoulders, and walked out. The girls had put their footwear back on, but Dan didn't bother, exclaiming that "Only sissies needed shoes!"
Not wanting to be seen by any grownups, especially parents or friends-of-parents who might happen to be driving by, they opted for walking back to the car park again.
"What about your mates from school? I thought that Ali and his friends would've come for the last weekend?"
"They came yesterday Ames. They had another sleepover last night at Scott's, and spent the day here then. They invited me again, but I was able to safely tell them, without having to lie, about going to Bunbury yesterday, and then our date today. So I got out of it again."
Nikki interjected. "But why would you need to lie Dan? Why don't you go to their sleepovers?"
Dan looked at her in wonderment. "Because I wet the bed Nikki. And don't forget I'm incontinent, wet myself, and wear diapers....,"
Nikki blushed bright red, brighter than what Dan had ever blushed, and he was good at it. "Oh shit Dan. I'm sorry. I DID forget about it! Really! I know you don't believe me, but I really did! It's just, like, we've been all having so much fun doing it on purpose today, I kinda forgot for a moment that you guys aren't all fucked up like me, and do it for fun."
He smiled at her, then at Amy, "Wrong Nik. I this that Ames and me are a lot like you really. We just have stuff happen sometimes that we wish didn't happen, that's all." He reached for Amys hand, she happily took it, and squeezed it firmly. "Anyway," he continued, "forget that. The guys came yesterday, and sent me shitloads of pictures. We oughta send some back!"
Amy agreed, and they all talked about the best pictures to send, and soon they entered the parking lot. Now Dans bravado about not wearing shoes came back to haunt him, as the parking lot was rough tarmac, and not smooth concrete like the footpath was. He cursed and swore as he hobbled across the rough surface, towards the back of the lot, the promising softness off the grass, and the privacy of the minivan.
Safe again from prying eyes, they lit up in peace. Nikki was the first one to speak.
"I peed again on the Lazy River! Did you guys?"
"Guilty," said Amy. "It wasn't an accident though, I kinda did it on purpose. It felt nice to just let go as we drifted along." Dan had thought it felt nice as well, but for obvious reasons neglected to agree with her in front of Nikki.
"So what about you Danny? Ames and I have gone on purpose now, so it must be your turn!"
"I haven't yet," he replied, a touch confused. "I thought we were gonna hold on till we had accidents?"
"Nikkis right Danny boy. It's your turn now. We've got heaps of time for more accidents yet, especially with how much we've drank. But I wanna see Little Danny go wees in his shorts on purpose now!"
"What! Now?"
Amy laughed. "I didn't mean NOW, now. I meant when we go back in."
Nikki then interjected. "Why not now? I mean your pants are already wet, you've got your towel, and this is a hell of a lot more private than inside the park! Why not pee your pants here? Makes more sense!"
Dan automatically found his hand on the front of his shorts, grabbing lightly at his boyhood through the wet fabric. It had been over an hour since his diaper failure on The Abyss, and he had kept drinking ever since, and combined with all his earlier fluid intake, he was building up again. He just hadn't noticed it until now. He certainly COULD pee if he wanted to, it just wasn't urgent.
He contemplated his situation. The way his bladder kept filling up, he'd probably be reaching the danger zone within half an hour. If he peed on purpose, it would set back any potential "real" accident by at least an hour. He explained this to the girls. "So whaddya think I should do?"
Amy looked at Nikki, and grinned. In answer to Dans question, she slipped into the role of caretaker again, and put on her authoritarian "mum" voice.
"So Little Danny. You wait until we're all the way into the car park before you tell me you need to pee! You really should have said something inside, and I could have taken you to the potty. It's too late now you know!"
The boy grinned, realising straight away where this was headed. As with most of their wet games, he let her take the lead, and happily just played along, instantly becoming "Little Danny." He extinguished his smoke, and dropped the butt down a drain. After all, little boys didn't smoke!
He grabbed his shorts more violently, crossed his ankles, and bent at the waist, exaggerating his desperation antics. Nikki didn't speak, just stood back and watched, completely fascinated by the byplay that her new friends had.
"Im sorry," he told Amy in a whiny voice, " I didn't wanna go then, but I do now. Really bad!"
"Well you can't just pull down your pants in public, can you? Your pants already look wet to me! Come here!" She demanded.
Dan did a knees-together shuffle, until he was in front of her.
"Let me check your shorts Danny."
Keeping his thighs pressed together, Dan dropped his hands to his sides. Amy reached down, and lightly gripped his penis through the front of his shorts, squeezing it gently, and making him flinch with surprise. But he stood there, and let her do it without argument.
"My God Danny! Your pants are already wet! Don't you think you should have told me you needed to go earlier? It's a bit late now you know!" She gave him another squeeze, and felt his boyhood start to stiffen in her hand.
"Sit down there," she demanded, pointing at the kerb.
Dan did as he was told, planting his bum on the kerb, which was only six inches high, and putting his bare feet in the gutter, looking at her anxiously as he did so.
"Now do it quickly. Before anybody sees what a naughty little boy you are!"
"But I don't wanna pee my pants though. Can't we go to the potty?"
"It's way too late for that, Little Dan. Just hurry up and do a wee, then we'll change your pants for you later."
Nikki was enthralled by their little game. She was starting to get a certain feeling in her privates, a feeling that she'd been getting more and more often lately, a feeling that sometimes confused her a bit. Without fully understanding why, she had a strong urge to touch herself between her legs. She wasn't even fully aware at first that she was doing so, until she felt the pressure of her fingers pushing against the crotch of her wet shorts. Suddenly embarrassed, she quickly dropped her hand down, but not before she had felt a kind of shiver pass through her. Fascinated, she turned her attention back to what her friends were doing.
Dan sat on the kerb, and his mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour. He loved being Little Dan, and having Amy boss him around regarding his wetting. She had even touched him, and he was battling to not get an erection. Now the talk had turned to his need to pee, it was front and centre in his mind again, and it seemed like he now needed to go a hell of a lot more than he had only minutes ago, although he knew this was only psychological, and he could easily hold on if he had to.
But he didn't want to. He wanted to wet his pants. But Nikki was right there as well, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to let Nikki watch him do it. Of course he was aware that she knew all about their silly little games, but he didn't know her very well, and it had taken awhile for him to confidently pee his pants in front of Amy. It just felt kinda weird.....
"Little Danny! Will you hurry up and go please? Nikki and I want to go back, and the sooner you do your business, the sooner we can all go and have another drink. So hurry up please!"
It was weird the way Amy seemed able to take control of his body sometimes. All it took was her to start talking to him in her stern, authoritive voice, and in "little mode," he was like putty in her hands, willing to do as he was told.
He looked up briefly at the two girls who appeared to be looming over him like giants, and felt himself shiver, as he almost started peeing without even trying too. He opened his legs wide, and looked down at his crotch.
His shorts were bright red, fairly loose and baggy, but already wet from the rides, and the fabric was kind of clingy. He wasn't wearing underwear, and had what the boys at school eloquently referred to as "Half a mongrel." His willie wasn't completely stiff, but certainly firmer than usual. The wet fabric of his shorts clung to it, outlining it fairly clearly. He reached down to pull the fabric away and make his boyhood less visible, but was swiftly rebuked by his girlfriend.
"Danny! Don't play with yourself in public please, I don't want you getting wee all over your hands. Just hurry up and go please."
Just as six eyes had been staring at Nikkis crotch inside on the lawn, six eyes now focused on his own. The tip of his penis was clearly visible, and suddenly, a fresh darkness started spreading around it. It was slow at first, then they saw his boyhood twitch, and suddenly he was peeing without restrictions. The material around his groin became darker than the rest, and the liquid couldn't be contained. He felt the warm river trickling over his balls, and finding its way into his bum crack, before easily escaping the confines of his pants, and running down the face of the kerb, before trickling away towards the drain. But it spread from around his backside as well. The kerb was against the bare earth behind the parking area, and directly behind him, the pee was runner out of his pants onto the dirt, making it look muddy, and spreading across the top of the kerb as well, from behind his legs.
No one spoke as they watched it, and it took a while for him to empty himself. When he had, he looked up at the girls, and speaking in a childish voice, he declared, "I did it Amy. I weed in my pants."
Amy was a touch breathless, and again, without realising what she was doing, Nikki was tugging at the front of her own shorts, enjoying the sensation. She may have had similar feelings before, but never so strong. Her own panties were feeling wet again, but she knew that she hadn't peed.
Dan stood up, and kept his legs apart, as drops continued to fall from his pants. The top of the kerb was wet about a yard across, and a big pee trail was making its way down the gutter.
Amy quickly stepped forward, and took her towel from around her shoulders. She squatted down in front of Dan, and used the towel to start wiping his legs and feet. She spun him around, and wiped the back of his shorts, taking the chance to squeeze his bum as she did so, then turned him around again.
"Does that feel better, Little Dan?"
She asked this last question as she wiped the front of his shorts, pushing her hand firmly against him as she spoke.
Little Dan had to admit that it did. |
Chapter 21:
The sound of approaching voices snapped them all back to reality. Dan was suddenly fearful that the occupants of the van were returning, and would find them all hiding suspiciously behind it, but it was a family group walking past, and they continued down the lot. Nikki in particular looked stunned, like she had been hit in the face with a snowball unexpectedly.
"Wow. Just wow. Oh my God, you guys are amazing."
Amy and Dan were grinning at each other, and although Dan could feel himself blushing with embarrassment, he found that he didn't really mind too much. Any humiliation he felt was completely overridden by the feelings of not only arousal, but also pleasure, not just sexual pleasure, but pleasure in the fact that he'd made his girlfriend happy. As their relationship grew and developed, he knew that they both liked being little, but Amy was definitely the more dominant one, and she obviously took a lot of pleasure in being a sort of mother figure to "Little Danny." He was learning how he liked it himself, and if it made Amy happy as well, then that was more important than any embarrassment. Using his own towel, he gave his shorts another rub down, and by that stage they just looked uniformally wet all over, and they only evidence of his "accident" was the wet kerb and gutter. Just to be safe, he said he would like another cigarette before going back inside, just to give his shorts a bit more time to dry evenly, so they had another one, then went back to the entrance.
Dan had been just a touch worried that somebody may notice his pants were wetter in certain spots, but nobody batted an eyelid at him, and only minutes later, they were safely back inside, surrounded by hundreds of people wearing wet pants and swimsuits. Amy had saved their empty drink bottles, so they found a water fountain, and each filled one up, before again sitting on the lawn, and starting the process of hydration again.
"That was amazing Dan. But weren't you scared? I mean, if Amy or myself wet our pants, it's only the bit between the legs that shows it, but you boys make more mess!"
"I was a bit Nik, but not too much. I chose these shorts on purpose, cause I know that they show a wet patch off a lot, but they dry quickly as well, and if I pee in them when they're already wet, you can only tell for a minute or two." His tone turned serious then. "But for Christs sake Nikki, you gotta promise me you'll never ever tell anyone about this. I mean it. What me and Ames do is private, and like our incontinence, it's our business only, got it?"
Amy reached over and put a reassuring hand on his leg. "Don't worry babe, I'm sure Nikki won't ever say anything, will you Nik?"
Nikki looked suitably abashed as she answered, "Of course I wouldn't! I mean, I like it just as much as you guys do, and you've both seen me wet myself already today, in my pants AND a nappy! And you'll see me do it again later as well I reckon. This is definitely our little secret, right?"
With that, she held her hand out flat, palm down. Amy put her hand on top, then Dan did the same. They all smiled at each other, then, in unison, flung their hands up high in a motion of teamwork and solidarity. A pact had been made between them, and they would keep each other's secrets.
Dan looked questioningly at Nikki, "Wanna tell me some of your stories Nikki? Like what you like doing and stuff? Amy told me that you like doing wetting stuff on purpose, and like I now know that ya do, cause I've like seen you, but tell us some stories, like whatcha do when you're alone, and how ya started doing it."
Nikki noticeably brightened up at the question, almost as if she had been waiting her whole life for the chance to talk about it, and in a way, she had.
"Weeellll, it's like I told Amy. When I was little, I had a thing about using strange toilets, I hated it. Dunno why, I just did. I still kinda do, but nowadays I will if I have to. But when I was a kid, I just wouldn't. I would honestly rather wet myself than use a public toilet. I've always had a bit of a weak bladder, and I had a lot of accidents, real ones, when I was small, and I was sorta used to it. If I was out with my mum, and I wanted to do a wee, I'd only use the toilet if she came in with me. If mum wasn't there, I'd try to hold on, but I'd usually wet myself before I could get home. The funny thing is, it never really bothered me too much. I don't know why, but wearing wet pants always seemed kinda fun, and I didn't care at all."
"Mum was pretty good about it I guess. She didn't understand why I hated public toilets, but she knew I did. She kinda accepted that I really didn't wanna use them, and accidents sometimes happened because of it. As I got a bit older, I started to plan on wetting myself on purpose when I could, in the least embarrassing way possible. Like if we were at the park, and I needed to go, I wouldn't just hold on until I wet in front of everyone, but I'd sneak off and stand behind a tree and pee under my dress, or sit on the lawn and wee in my shorts."
"Mum got a bit frustrated with me, but never made a real big deal out of it. I used to wet the bed every night, and wore pull ups, and sometimes she'd let me wear a pull up when we went out. But when my night time wetting started to slow down a few years ago, she stopped buying them."
She addressed Dan directly then. "Amy told you about my deliberate bed wetting didn't she?" Dan nodded. "Well my night accidents basically stopped, so I kept doing it on purpose, hoping she'd get me more pull ups, but she won't. I think she suspects I do it on purpose sometimes. She threatened to take me to the doctor if I was still doing it at thirteen, so I stopped for a while, but sometimes, I just can't help it, so I do it again. I've really gotta stop it now, cause the doctor will know I'm faking it."
"It's the same with my day wettings. Mum knows I really do have a weak bladder, so an occasional accident is sorta okay, but she's getting suspicious about how often I have them."
Dan was intrigued by this, "How often do you have them Nik?"
"I probably have a few real accidents every week. Mostly they're just little ones, where I'll be running around playing and I'll leak a bit. Sometimes I'll pee a bit if I cough or sneeze, and riding my bike makes me dribble a bit if I need to go. But as I told Amy, I still like doing it on purpose. I'd gotten into the habit of wetting myself nearly every day after I get off the bus. I don't like the school toilets, so unless I'm desperate, I'll hold on, then when I get off the bus, I walk through a park on my way home, and I'll wet myself there on purpose."
Her voice suddenly had a touch of sadness about it. "But mum does all the washing, and she noticed my knickers were wet every day, and she knew I was doing it on purpose, and got really mad at me. We had a huge fight about it, and so I've had to stop doing that." She continued in a more defiant tone, "But I still like doing it, so I hide my panties now. If I wanna wet on the walk home, I do, but I hide my panties, and put clean ones in with my washing instead! Then I'll use my dirty ones a few times and pee in the shower wearing them. Amy saw my knickers earlier, I've been peeing in them all week! They're pretty well stained now, aren't they Amy?"
Amy nodded in agreement, and felt herself blushing a bit. It was just so strange how Nikki could just blurt stuff like that out. She enjoyed hearing about it, and judging by the way her boyfriends shorts were sticking out, he was enjoying it as well, but talking about stained panties definitely wasn't a usual topic of conversation.
Nikki seemed to be warming to her topic, and now she had started, she didn't want to stop. It was like a big load was being slowly lifted the more she talked.
"Anyway, I'm getting better at hiding it. I do most of my deliberate stuff on the weekends now. Mum works part time, and Troys usually out with his friends, so I've got lots of time. Since I turned twelve, mum let me stay home without a babysitter, as long as I didn't leave the house. Now, I'm allowed to go to the park and stuff, and I've got a friend down the street from me, and I go there sometimes. She won't let me like catch a bus anywhere, or go too far, but I'm allowed out."
She stopped talking, and took a huge drink of water, and motioned for her friends to do the same. Amy and Dan had been almost mesmerised while she'd been talking, and had stopped drinking, and they quickly picked up their own bottles and drank deeply as well. There was still enough time left for more games, and they didn't want to waste any of it.
"Another thing I like doing is playing on trampoline when I need to pee. That always makes me wet myself. I'll wait until I need to go, then I'll start bouncing, and see how long I can hold on for. But it's not very long! I'll time myself, and really try to stay dry for as long as possible, but after awhile, every time I bounce I'll squirt a bit. If mums home, I'll wear a dress or skirt, but if I'm alone, I like to wear jeans or leggings. Eventually I lose all control and end up fully soaking myself. I like to leave my wet pants on for awhile too, if I can. Wetting on the trampoline is one thing I can do without mum getting mad. She kind of knows when I play on the tramp I'm gonna end up with wet knickers. She always tries to make me go to the toilet before I play on it, but even if I do, I'll still dribble a bit. I've got a pair of black lycra bike shorts, and they're fantastic to wet in! If I sit down, the pee just runs straight out, you can't see any wet spot, and they dry really quickly as well. I wear them a lot on the trampoline."
Dan was excited by that. "That sounds like a lotta fun Nik. Me and Amy oughta come around one day and play on it with you! But what about your deliberate bed wetting? What do you do then? And do you ever like accidentally wet the bed still?"
Nikki sounded a bit more solemn at that question. "Not anymore. Well, maybe once, but that was a year ago, and even then I coulda prevented it. I woke up busting, but didn't get up, and dozed off again, then woke up as I started to pee, but I stayed in bed and just finished it. When I do it on purpose, it's usually just before I get up. If I like wake up at 4am, I won't wet the bed, cause I'll never get back to sleep again, but sometimes, I'll wake up ten minutes before my alarm goes off, and I'll just do it! Especially if I'm wearing pyjamas. Dunno why, but I'd rather wet my pyjamas than my nightie. I think it's because I like watching them get wet, and see it spreading down my legs. I've got a pair of really pretty pink PJ's. They've got long legs, with white lace around the bottom, and their only thin cotton, you know, like summer weight ones? Anyway, most of my sheets are pink as well. I've got pink sheets, and Troy has blue ones, that's how we can tell the difference if we need to change them. I've still got a rubber mat over my mattress, so that doesn't get damaged at all. But when I've got my pink PJ's on, I'll sit straight upright, spread my legs wide, and watch myself wetting. I love watching the wetness spread out all around me, and my pants getting darker. Then I'll just lie in the warm wet patch for a few minutes, until it starts to cool off."
It was Amys turn to ask questions now, "But how does your mum know that you do it on purpose? I mean, if you grew up doing it, why does she suspect it's not still an accident? Has she caught you or something?"
"No, she's never caught me doing it, but I think it's just one of those mum things. She kind of knows, but can't prove it. Probably because when she threatened to take me to the doctors, I stopped for a few weeks, then only did it once or twice, but then I did it a few times in a row. I don't think she thinks I do it on purpose, but she thinks I'm lazy. I guess she thinks it still happens by accident, but only because I don't go to the toilet when I know I should. I think that's why she hasn't taken me to the doctor yet, cause she doesn't think anything is like physically wrong with me, I'm just lazy. In a way, I guess she's right, isn't she?"
Her friends could only nod solemnly in agreement. Dan explained how his father had once suspected that his son was just a bit lazy too, but thankfully had now accepted that he wasn't, and had a real problem. Amy gave her some more details about how Sonia had always been really accepting about her daughters problem, and still sometimes encouraged her to use her diaper if she had to. The three of them swapped stories, drank lots of water, and exchanged secrets, until by popular opinion, they all agreed that they were all starting to feel the effects of their large fluid intake building up again, and all three of them were starting to need to pee once more.
Their clothes were by now almost dry, so they hopped in the nearest pool to get wet again, then headed for the waterslides again.
It was time to wait for real accidents to happen. |
Chapter 22:
"Jeez. I don't think jumping into the pool was a great idea," Amy said, "that's really kicked me up a notch."
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," Nikki agreed, "I nearly peed when I got in! That water seemed colder than the slides were. How about you Danny?"
Being the last one of the trio to wet himself, the boys urgency hadn't reached the same level as his female companions, and while he knew that he could pee if he chose to, he wasn't about to lose control accidentally, at least not yet. "It certainly helped, but I'm okay at the moment."
They hadn't yet reached the path to the slides, when an idea struck him, and he paused. "Hang on a moment, if you guys are getting desperate again, let's make it interesting. I want to send the boys some photos, so let me go get my phone first, and you two hold on a bit longer."
Nikki bobbed around on the spot for a moment, a look of concern on her face. "I dunno if I can. I kinda need to go badly now..."
Amy looked as if she was going to object as well, but Dan took charge. Putting on a tougher sounding voice of his own, he addressed the pair of them.
"No girls. You're supposed to be big girls now, not babies. If you were babies, you'd still have your little didees on, but you've got your big girl pants on." Amy giggled again at the word "didees." It seemed to really amuse her. "Little Amy and Little Nikki need to learn how to hold onto their wee wee I think. Wearing nappies all the time is making you lazy. You're going to behave like big kids, and hold on for a while, okay?"
Amy was smiling at this. It was straight back into little mode at once for her, but Nikki wasn't quite as sure. She had really enjoyed watching Dan being little earlier, but now it was her turn, she felt a bit silly. She started to object, but a glance from Amy silenced her. Dan ran back to the locker room for his phone, and she took the opportunity to express her feelings to her friend.
"I don't know if I can hold on Amy. This cool breeze is making it worse, and I don't know if I can just pretend to be a little kid like you guys do. I loved watching you two doing it, but it feels kinda weird if I try to."
"Just go with it Nik. Pretend. We're still young enough to remember what pretend play was like. It's no different to pretending you're a princess or ballet dancer!"
"Actually I always pretended to be a cop or a race car driver," Nikki admitted guiltily, "not very girly was I?"
Amy laughed at that. "I actually wanted to be a wrestler when I was a kid, so I know whatcha mean!" They giggled at that, both of them keeping their legs together. "Come on. Give it a try. You and me, we're now like 5 years old, and Danny's taking care of us."
"Is he like our dad or something?"
"Dunno. Probably not. That would be kinda weird I guess. Let's say he's our teacher. Or babysitter. It doesn't matter, he's the grown up in charge. Come on! It's fun!"
Feeling strange, but also emboldened, Nikki agreed, and was surprised to find that once she had accepted the idea, it really wasn't that hard. She had never heard of the term "regressive," but found that her full bladder made it easy to pretend that she was now in fact a little girl. She found herself grabbing and pulling on the hem of her shorts.
"Aaammmyy. I need to go potty. Can we go please?"
Pleased that her friend was going to try playing little games with them, Amy dropped into her own little persona.
"We can't Nikki. Danny said we have to wait here. We can't go walking off without him. We're not 'lowed to just go into the toilet by ourselves either. Mummy said we gotta go with a grownup."
"But Danny can't take us to the girls potty! Whose gonna take us?"
"Dunno. We'll ask him when he comes back. Look! Here he comes now!"
Dan jogged back up to them, phone in hand. Before he got a chance to speak, Amy put on her little voice, letting him know it was game on.
"Dannny, me and Nik need to do a wee. Can you take us?"
"Don't be silly Little Amy. I can't take you to the girls toilets. You're going to have to wait for your mummy to show up. I'm sure she won't be long."
"But Nikki really needs a wee to, dontcha Nik?"
Nikki didn't speak, but nodded vigorously, and kept pulling at the hem on her shorts, and crossed her ankles to emphasise how bad her need was. Watching the two desperate girls squirming around in front of him was starting to have an effect on his self control, and he felt his penis stirring ever so slightly under the cold wet cotton shorts he was wearing. He hoped a full blown erection wasn't about to happen, as it would be blatantly obvious. He decided to temporarily pause their playtime, at least until he had either better control of himself, or the chance to sit down. Switching on his phone, he opened Facebook, and found the posts that his friends had tagged him in to. "You probably saw some of these Ames, where they tagged my name, but there's some other stuff you wouldn't have seen."
The three of them crowded around his phone, and looked at the stuff that Dans friends had posted. There was pictures of Scott, Ali, and Matt, mugging for the camera, and flashing various hand signs. A lot of boys had been tagged into the posts, with comments meant to brag about how much fun they were missing out on.
"Whaddya think girls? We can top this, can't we?"
The girls agreed, with Nikki volunteering to take the first pictures. Amy slipped her wet t-shirt off, leaving her in her bikini top and shorts, and cuddled up with her boyfriend, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Dan smiled at her, then leaned in for a kiss, with Nikki capturing the moment perfectly. Dan took some photos of the girls together, then Nikki surprised them both by asking a young lady who happened to be walking past if she would take a photo of the three of them together. The lady laughed along with them, taking various pictures, with the coup de grace being a photo of Dan looking straight at the camera, while both girls kissed his cheeks simultaneously.
They thanked her graciously before she walked away, then again crowded around the phone to check the results. As Dan started to write a status update tagging in his friends and adding their selection of pictures, Amy suddenly hissed a large intake of breath, and squeezed her legs tightly together, freezing like a statue on the path.
Her friends noticed her sudden movement, or lack there of, and turned in her direction, seeing her looking down at her legs.
There was a trickle of pee making its way down the inside of her legs, and making a small puddle between her feet. Amy appeared to be completely immobile, and there were people walking past them in both directions. Dan took charge, and grabbed her by the elbow, leading her onto the grass. A couple of people gave her curious stares as they passed, and appeared to notice the tell tale puddle and pair of wet footprints, but nobody said anything, choosing to just walk on by instead.
She was muttering under her breath, "Oh shitshitshit! Ugh! Shit! Danny, I'm leaking, oh God, I can't stop!"
Dan half dragged her onto the lawn, then pulled her gently down onto the grass. She allowed herself to be sat down, only scant seconds before her bladder let go completely, and a forceful stream erupted through the fabric of her pants. She sighed with relief, and shuddered almost violently, giving up all pretense of holding on, letting the hot river flow out freely into a puddle that wasn't being absorbed by the firm ground. Her thumb had found its way into her mouth, and she appeared to be sucking on it, without even realising that she was doing so.
Temporarily forgotten, Nikki stood back, completely dumbstruck. The mixture of emotions she felt was intense. Primarily, the major one, was one of fear. She had experienced firsthand the ramifications of wetting her own pants in public quite a few times, and was very familiar with the feelings it usually bought on. Fear, shame, humiliation, and despair were paramount, but only when others, especially grown ups saw her do it. Often, it would lead to tears of embarrassment. Of course if she wet herself and nobody saw it, it was fun, naughty, exciting and strangely exhilarating, and she was currently feeling all of that as well.
But others had seen her friends accident, even though nobody had said anything. She was almost positive that Amy was about to start crying, and she wouldn't blame her if she did. It was a very public spectacle that had just occurred to her friend.
The thing was, Nikki had been shocked, but had secretly enjoyed seeing it. That strange, tingly feeling was happening between her legs again, and she felt a slippery kind of moisture inside her own panties, kind of like she sometimes got after wetting herself on purpose. Different wetness than what the pee felt like. Nikki realised she was squeezing her girl bits through her wet shorts, and although she badly needed to do a wee herself, she hadn't leaked at all yet, and her need had kind of subsided a bit, overtaken by that strange tingling sensation. She focused her attention back onto Amy, ready to console her when the tears inevitably started, and waiting for her friend to stop staring at the saturated crotch of her shorts.
After a few more seconds of silent contemplation, Amy raised her head, looked at Dan, and to Nikkis surprise, she appeared to be actually smiling around her thumb, which was still between her lips.
"Oops. Daannnyy. I had a little accident. I went pee pee in my pants...."
Danny had sat down in front of his girlfriend, shielding her body with his. As Nikki stepped closer, she saw that he appeared to be concealing what looked like a baseball bat in the front of his shorts. As he sat there, it looked as though his pants were actually a tent, and he was trying to hide the tent with his hand.
"Dammit Little Amy! I thought you were a big girl," he said softly, "but you're still a little baby, aren't you?"
Still grinning around her thumb, Amy nodded her head shyly.
Nikki quickly sat down beside them, and feeling unsure about what was happening, whispered to Amy, "Are you all right mate? What happened?"
Amy removed her thumb, and smiled at her friend. "Nothing unusual Nik. I just overflowed, that's all. Remember me telling you what happens to me? Well that's it! You've seen it! All of a sudden my bladder reaches its tipping point, and just lets go. That's what my incontinence is like. I knew I was at a dangerous level, but I didn't feel any more desperate than I did ten minutes earlier, but suddenly, my bladder gets to the half full mark and just empties itself, whether I'm ready for it or not. That's why I need to wear a nappy to school."
"Yeah, but are you okay? I mean, like other people saw you! You just wet yourself in front of strangers!"
"Yeah, so? Like you said, they're strangers! I don't know 'em. Nobody said anything. Yes, it is embarrassing, but you've gotta remember, it's different for me. I wet myself in front of strangers every day! Yes, I've usually got a diaper on, and they don't see it, but I'm kinda used to it now. I guess the main reason I'm not too upset, is my shorts were already wet, and only a couple of people saw it, and nobody else can tell. Believe me, it's a lot different if I'm wearing dry pants and my nappy leaks! That's when I get upset, when I've gotta do the walk of shame in wet pants. I fucking hate that, and cry every time. Besides, we're playing a game, remember? It was kinda the whole point of it! Anyway, I'm pretty sure Danny here liked it, didn't you Catholic boy? Go on, stand up..."
Dan blushed a bright shade of red. He had his hand in his lap, and could feel his boyhood pulsing under his palm. He dare not move his hand at all, as he knew he was awfully close to ejaculating in his shorts.
"I'm comfortable right here," he mumbled.
Amy turned her attention back to Nikki.
"So Little Nikki, how are you going? Can you still hold on until your mummy gets here and takes you to the potty?"
Nikki made her mind up on the spot. She almost idolised Amy, and if Amy could do it, then so could she. She put one hand in her lap, and grabbed her crotch, and put her other hand up to her mouth, and imitating her friend, she started sucking her thumb. Putting on a little girls voice, she proudly announced, "I can hold on. Me's a big girl!"
Danny laughed at the sound of righteous indignation in her voice. "Alright Nikki, let's see if you can be a big girl, and not a naughty little kid, like Little Amy and Little Danny were. I'm gonna run my phone back to my locker. Back in a minute." Thankfully his erection had subsided, and although he was aware of a stickiness inside his pants, he was able to get up and run back to the locker room. Amy took the chance to slip her wet shirt back on over her bikini, wincing at the feel of the wet cloth.
"Jesus, I'm getting cold here Nik. You can sure tell that summers over, can't ya? I reckon after a few more wet rides, I'll be ready to get changed into dry stuff again."
Nikki was actually starting to shiver. It wasn't a very warm day, and now, by mid afternoon, the heat was leaving it quickly. She found herself gripping her crotch once more.
"Amy. I'm kinda scared....."
Looking concerned, Amy asked why.
"I really really need to pee now. I know I'm gonna have an accident, and I'm cool with that, at least I think I am. But I don't think I'm as cool about it as you are. I don't mind you and Danny seeing me, but I don't think I could handle wetting myself like you did with strangers watching me."
"Well don't then Nik! Like I toldya before, we don't want ya to do anything your not comfortable with. We're only playing silly kid games, you don't hafta do it too! Just go to the toilet."
"I really don't think I can make it Amy. I was almost gonna go when Dan left, and if you did, I think I would have, but you stayed here, and so I did to, but now I think it's too late. There's no way I can make it up those stairs again, I'll pee myself for sure! But the toilets are so far away! I don't know what to do."
Amy looked around. Nikki was right. They were in the middle of the park, and it was quite a hike back to the toilet, but even further to get to the nearest water slide. She could see Dan emerging from the locker room, and knew that by the time he got back, he wouldn't want to turn around and go back with them again. But between them and the toilets, there was the pool that they had all jumped into before.
"I've got an idea Nik. How about we get back in the pool? It's closer than anything, and it'll save us a walk. Or you could just sit here and pee on the grass?"
"No, I like the pool idea. I'd rather do it in the water I think."
A few minutes later, Dan was back, puffing slightly. Amy explained to him what was happening, and he turned to Nikki and pretended to scold her, telling her he was disappointed that she couldn't hold on longer. But he stopped as soon as he realised that her heart wasn't in the game any longer, and she really was starting to feel upset about her predicament. Making sure that she understood that he was only joking, he helped her to her feet, noticing how she grimaced uncomfortably as she stood up.
The three kids started walking towards the pool, but Nikki was noticeably silent at first, although she wasn't making any obvious signs regarding her growing desperation. As they crossed a quieter patch of lawn, she grabbed the others by the hands, bringing them to a halt.
"Look guys, I'm sorry. I feel bad because I'm not playing along, but Amys accident kinda scared me a bit. I just don't wanna have like a big accident in front of strangers."
Dan and Amy were quick to reassure her that it was okay, and her comfort was more important to them than any silly game was, but she cut them off.
"Thanks guys, but let me finish, okay? Like I said, I don't wanna pee myself in front of strangers, but I do wanna do it in front of you two. I did it earlier, and it was fun! Then I've watched you two do it, and it was amazing! I can't tell you how much I enjoyed watching it, and I really wanna do it again as well, but not where others are gonna see me."
As she talked, her pain was obvious. She couldn't stand still, and hopped from foot to foot, constantly transferring her weight from side to side. Dan, with his recently discovered pleasure in looking at girls feet, couldn't help noticing how Nikkis pretty little feet with the pink toenails kept dancing around, her small toes clenching and unclenching, almost in rhythm with each other. She drew in a sharp breath, then continued.
"I've got a plan. The lifeguards over the other side, where it's deeper, so I wanna get in on this side. You guys jump in first, then I'm gonna sit on the side of the pool, and pee my pants before I get in, and you guys can watch! Whaddya think?"
Amy tried to reassure her friend, "Nik, you don't have too mate. Just hop in and pee before you wet yourself, then we'll go and get dry."
Dan interjected then. "Amys right about you not having to show us, but I thought we were going on the slides again?"
"No Danny," Amy said, "Im bloody freezing now. Can't you see how my nipples are sticking out? I really wanna get dry soon."
Dan had to admit that yes, he had actually noticed her nipples, and thought they looked very nice, but his offer to warm them with his hands was sadly rejected. "Not today Danny boy, but maybe sometime soon though...."
Feeling himself once again start to harden up, he quickly ran to the pool and jumped in, leaving the girls giggling behind him. Nikki was wincing as she laughed, so close to wetting herself that it was getting dangerous.
Amy followed him into the water, and swam over to him, and they turned together to watch Nikki taking careful little steps, keeping her knees together, until she was able to lower herself into a seated position, with her feet in the water, and her crotch at their head height, only ten feet away.
Nikki glanced at the lifeguard first, reassuring herself that he wouldn't be able to tell what she was doing. As the day had cooled down, there were only a few hardy souls in the water, and his attention was focused mostly on a rowdy bunch of older boys raucously mucking around in the deeper water.
Dan noticed that as soon as Nikkis feet entered the water, she had squinted in discomfort, and although her blue shorts were still wet, a small, dark spot had appeared instantly as she sat down. She must've leaked a bit as her feet hit the water, but appeared to be unaware of it happening. He had been aware though, and once again, his shorts were standing to attention in front of him. But this time, standing safely with the water lapping up at his hairless chest, he was comfortable that no one could see him.
Amy stood in front of him, facing Nikki, and he pushed his firmness against the small of her back. His girlfriend didn't speak, nor turn around, but suddenly, he felt a hand encompassing his stiffness through the front of his pants. Amy had of course touched him before, but this was different. When she'd done it in the past, it had usually been a light squeeze, or a quick wipe, perhaps a gentle caress. Even when she had changed his diaper, the contact had been quick and almost minimal. This time was different though. She had grabbed him firmly, then held him, and he could feel the grip on his shaft.
He actually forgot about Nikki for a moment, until he felt Amys grip on his penis tighten slightly, and he looked up, straight at Nikkis crotch.
She was wetting herself without pause, and had her legs spread wide, as she leaned back in pleasure. He could see the pee running out of her shorts, and even got a quick glimpse of her striped panties from the leg hole of her short shorts. He stood mesmerised as the pee waterfalled off the edge of the pool into the water, and he felt his cock twitch in Amys grasp.
It was too much stimulation for the boy to bear. The sight of Nikkis crotch, pee streaming through her pants into the pool below, combined with his girlfriends grip tightening on his boyhood led to the only outcome possible.
His hips thrust forward suddenly, and he came in his pants while Amy held him. |
Chapter 23:
Amy had felt his cock twitching in her hand, but in her innocence, didn't realise what it signified. She let go of him, her attention more on Nikki, as she slid forward to join her friends in the pool. If she had of turned to Dan, she would've seen his eyes go wide, then squint tightly closed for a second, and undoubtedly would have noticed his mouth hanging open as he drew in a deep shuddering breath, while blushing fiercely.
Dans orgasm had been fairly substantial. It had been building up all day, his level of arousal gradually increasing with each wetting incident that they had experienced between them. But while he knew he was getting increasingly turned on, he hadn't for a moment considered that an orgasm had been on the cards. He had pushed his erection against Amys back, that had been the first trigger, feeling the close contact of the girl he loved pushing back against him, but when she had grabbed his member, he had suddenly gone to the next level, and kind of knew that he was building up to something bigger than a hard on. But he'd only been masturbating properly for a couple of weeks, and was still learning about how his body behaved, and he hadn't mastered a lot of control yet. When Amy had grabbed him, he had vaguely thought in the back of his mind that perhaps he should pull away, but Damn! It had felt so good. Then when he had seen Nikki wetting herself, the added visual stimulation had been too much, and he had felt wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, seemingly starting from his feet, and exploding upwards in an unstoppable tsunami of pleasure, which had ended with him pumping at least three big shots of his essence into Amys hand, which had thankfully been protected by his shorts. But he really wished that he had been wearing underpants as well. God only knows what his shorts were going to look like, particularly the inside of them.
As the girls started giggling with each other, he frantically examined the water for any signs of what he had done. He didn't know if semen floated or not, or whether it would stay in his pants, and he didn't want to see his jizz floating around the pool. He actually felt fairly disgusted with himself, almost as if he had taken a shit in the water. He wanted them out of the pool. Now. Not finding any evidence of his misdeed, he walked towards the girls, not quite hearing Nikki who was gabbling excitedly.
"Oh my God! I did it! Did you see? Could you tell what I was doing? I was like so scared that the lifeguard over there could like somehow tell or something. He looked at me as I sat down, and I nearly just jumped in the water, but I peed a bit as I sat down. Accidentally too! I didn't mean to, I was trying to hold it, but I really wet myself a bit, so I just went through with it. Oh fuck, it's awesome isn't it? Peeing your pants in public? Much, much better than doing it in the shower!"
Amy was agreeing with her, and laughing at how excited and happy the girl sounded. Even though he was scared that his own overreaction might be discovered due to floating evidence, Nikkis enthusiasm was catching, and he couldn't help laughing with them.
"Come on girls, let's get out now. You were right, it is getting colder. Let's go get changed, then hit the dry rides again."
"Yeah, you're right Catholic boy. I had kinda planned on doing a wetting in my wet pants on one of the rides, but I don't think I want to anymore. I want to put a nappy on now."
Nikki looked bashfully at Amy. "Amy, I don't like asking, but have you got another spare one? I'd kinda like to wear one again if you have a spare?"
"Sorry Nik, I've only got two left now, and I need to keep a spare. How about you Danny?"
"I'm the same. Only got two Moli's left, but I've got a Goodnight in my bag if you wanna wear that?"
Nikkis eyes widened. "A Goodnight? Really? Oh yes please! They're the ones I used to wear to bed years ago! I miss them sooo much! Thank you Danny!"
Amy interrupted her then. "Just remember Nik, Goodnights won't hold up like what the grown up ones do, and boys ones are padded differently as well. You'll be okay for leaking a bit, just don't like fully piss yourself, or your pants will get wet."
All Dan wanted, was to get out of the bloody water, and he gently herded the chattering girls towards the edge of the pool as they continued discussing the pros and cons of "kiddie pull ups." He hoisted himself up and out of the water, and cast a tentative eye over the crotch of his wet red shorts, mentally flinching at the thought that they might be visibly coated with his ejaculate, and he was mightily relieved to find that they weren't. He felt a bit sticky, but there wasn't any stain. Turning back to the pool, he offered his hand and helped the girls out one at a time. As they walked back towards the locker rooms, he was mostly silent as the girls continued their in depth conversation about kiddie pull ups, lost in his own thoughts and emotions. His accident, followed by the long walk through the busy park, had vividly bought back memories of his pants wetting accident in K-Mart when he was little. Walking around a busy place, having noticeably done something bad in his pants, and feeling as if every eye was upon him, and there was nothing he could do about it. Even though his current accident was apparently invisible, he still felt as if everyone could tell exactly what he'd done.
But his silence went unnoticed, and nobody so much as glanced at him. He left the girls waiting outside, hurried to his locker where he took a Goodnight in a plastic bag from his backpack, and took it back to Nikki, who again thanked him profusely.
Safely back inside again, he decided that he needed a quick shower, so he took his pack into the cubicle, and gratefully shut the door. Suddenly aware of the fact that he could easily pee again, he stood over the drain and let go, emptying his bladder in his pants, and shivering as the hot urine ran down his legs and over his feet. Turning on the water he grabbed a small bar of soap from his bag and stepped under the warm water. He rubbed the soap quickly over his body, and included the front of his shorts as he did so. Only after rinsing off, did he finally remove his shorts and check the inside of them. He was dismayed to find a sticky patch clinging to the inner fabric, so he quickly used the soap to scrub them clean, followed by his own pubic area, paying particular attention to his little patch of hair. Only then did he finally feel clean again.
Thankfull for the privacy that the shower provided him, he towelled himself quickly dry, stepped into a clean pull up, then dressed himself again in dry orange shorts and a black t-shirt with an AC/DC logo on the chest. Heaving a deep sigh of relief, he was surprised at the change in his attitude over the last few weeks. Only a few weeks ago, he had been nervous and uncomfortable about wearing any protection outside of his house, including his Goodnights to school, but now, he actually felt much safer and secure when he was padded. It seemed like he was really coming to terms with wearing a diaper, and he felt better in one. Making sure that his nappy was properly hidden, he packed up his bag, and prepared to go out and meet the girls.
After Dan had handed Nikki his spare Goodnight, the girls had entered their own locker room. Taking their bags out, Nikki had simply pulled her shirt off, openly exposing her undeveloped chest, then just as easily dropped her pants. Standing comfortably in her nudity in front of Amy, she pulled her panties out of her shorts, and examined them.
"Yep, clean again! I thought all the water would rinse them out enough!" She held them out for Amy to inspect.
The older girl was a bit nonplussed by her friends attitude. One minute she could be so shy and unsure of herself, the next, she could stand comfortably in the nude while talking about her previously pee stained knickers. Amy couldn't help but cast her eyes over her friends body. Nikki didn't have much in the way of breasts, but she had a decent thatch of pubic hair, and her hips were starting to fill out, even if she still was pencil thin. Nikki used a dry towel to start drying her hair, making no effort to cover herself up.
Amy started drying her own hair, while Nikki slipped her dry dress back on. Only then did she show some modesty, looking quickly around before quickly opening up the Goodnight, stepping into it, and pulling it up underneath her dress.
"Hurry up Amy! I want another ride on the Abyss before we go!"
Laughing at her friends enthusiasm, and emboldened by her openness, Amy grabbed the hem of her own shorts, and prepared to pull them down. It was only a last second realisation that she was wearing a swim diaper under her shorts that stopped her from exposing it, and then having to explain why she was wearing one.
"Gotta go to the loo Nik," she muttered, feeling a blush creeping into her cheeks. Nikki didn't know about her occasional tummy problems and soiling issues, and Amy didn't want to explain. Grabbing her bag quickly, she disappeared into a toilet stall and changed in there, bagging her wet swimmer and hiding it in her bag, and putting on a grown up pull up again, before putting her own dress back on. If Nikki thought there was anything strange about her friends sudden shyness, she didn't say anything about it. Whilst in there, Amy did actually take the chance to move her bowels, and again her bladder emptied, although there wasn't much left in her. Feeling relieved, her and Nikki went outside, and were a bit surprised to find that Dan wasn't already waiting for them, although he appeared about five minutes later.
"Had a quick shower," he explained, and was pleased that neither girl seemed to find that at all unusual.
They hit the rides again, with Amy being the only one to suffer some slight leakage on the roller coaster. It was only minimal, and gravity seemed to just drag a few dribbles out of her as they were flung around.
All too soon it was time to leave. They secretly compared the state of their respective diapers, with Nikki admitting that she was again needing to pee, but was still dry. When asked why she hadn't tried her Goodnight out, she replied "I wanted to keep it dry actually. I'm gonna wear it to bed tonight."
They left the park, just as Sonia pulled up in the passenger pick up zone out the front. She smiled to herself as she listened to the kids happily chattering away about what a great day they'd had. Rather than go back to Amys house, Sonia acted as the taxi driver, and dropped Dan and Nikki off at their respective houses.
Later that night, Dan showered again, this time washing his hair. He dressed in his new footie pyjamas, although reluctantly, feeling very self conscious about wearing them in front of his father, fearing his dad would laugh at him. Peter did do a bit of a double take, seeing his fourteen year old son wearing little kid-style pyjamas, particularly as Dans thicker, tape up diaper had its waistband slightly sticking out of his pants, but he didn't react negatively. Dan still felt kind of weird though, as well as very tired after his big day, so he retired to his room fairly early. He had seemed a bit quiet since coming home, but didn't appear to be upset or anything, and his parents put it down to him just being tired, so when he announced he was going to bed after dinner, they just accepted it without question.
Alone in his room, he switched his laptop on, and while it booted up, he took his pacifier from his drawer, and contentidley sucked on it. Once his computer was fired up, he did a Google search on the exact definition of "Hand Jobs," and deduced that it pretty much described what Amy had done to him in the pool. He didn't know yet whether or not he was going to tell her. Part of him wanted to, while part of him felt a touch of shame. He would think about it, he decided.
He got into bed, and read his book for awhile, but his mind kept creeping back to Amy making him cum while he watched Nikki wet herself. Soon, he was erect inside his night nappy, and couldn't help but undo the tapes to allow his right hand some easier access. After he'd finished, he made sure to do the tapes up properly again, remembering what had happened when he'd fallen asleep with them undone.
It was a good thing he did too. That night, all the drink he'd consumed during the day came back to haunt him.
He fell asleep sucking on his pacifier, wearing a thick tape on diaper under his footie pyjamas, and completely wet himself, not once, but twice as he slept. But the big diaper did its job, and when his alarm went off, he woke up with his dummy on the pillow beside his head, and a saturated nappy on, but he hadn't leaked.
It was Monday again, and time for school. |
Chapter 24:
Life went on.
The kids didn't see a lot of each other over the next week. Of course they spoke on the phone, or via text every day, just not in person. Dans incontinence was still hard to judge. After waking up saturated on Monday, he was dry on Tuesday morning, wet on Wednesday, then dry again the next two nights. He had one minor leak at school that was well contained by his Goodnight, but he had a big accident at home after school on Wednesday.
That one was freaky. It seemed to come out of nowhere. He had been playing handball outside, hitting a tennis ball against the side of the house, still wearing his pull up underneath his school uniform. He was barefoot, having removed his socks and shoes when he got home, and had decided to play outside for awhile after he had finished his homework, and before it got dark.
He swore to his mother afterwards that he hadn't even needed to go when he had first stepped outside. But the concrete was cold under his feet, and suddenly, out of nowhere, he had needed to pee. There had been only about fifteen minutes of daylight left, and not having had any big accidents for a while, (at least not ones that he hadn't set himself up for,) he decided to ignore his need for a few minutes rather than go inside. Of course he could've gone behind the shed, but the lawn sprinklers were on, so he couldn't walk across the lawn.
It hadn't felt too bad at first, just a bit uncomfortable. Then he missed the ball that was rebounding towards him, and it had rolled onto the grass, right under the arc of the sprinkler. Standing out of the sprinklers arcing spray, he subconsciously started grabbing his crotch.
"Ah shit," he thought to himself, "I'm gonna have to go. I'll just get my ball first..."
He waited for the spray to pass him, going clockwise, then ran onto the lawn, following the rotating sprinkler head as it twisted itself around. "Got it," he thought, as he made it to where the ball was sitting, then looked up in horror as he realised that another sprinklers arc was overlapping the one he had been following. He couldn't go forwards or backwards without running straight through a strong jet of water, and he knew his mother would be pissed at him for getting his school clothes wet. Momentarily panicking, he froze on the spot, and lost his concentration regarding his bladder.
The second arc of water hit him square in the face with an icy blast, and he stepped back involuntarily, straight into the first stream, that had by now turned 360 degrees and was now behind him. Another cold jet of water hit him in the back, instantly soaking the back of his thin cotton shirt, causing him to emit a high pitched squeal of surprise. He jumped forwards again, and attempted to run in front of the pursuing jet of water, but running on wet grass with bare feet can be hazardous, and he slipped, nearly falling in a puddle.
It was the slip that ultimately caused it. His bladder released without him even realising it at first, and he was wetting himself heavily before he was even aware of what was happening. Not having time to even think about it, he had no choice but to gather his feet together, and run back to the safety of the cement, being chased by the following arc of water, and feeling his pull up swell, then give up, and he had pee running down his legs. By the time he was safely out of the way of the sprinkler, he had lost all control, and couldn't stop, having no choice but to stand still, and watch his grey shorts growing darker between his legs, and a puddle forming between his feet.
Sue had chosen that particular moment to come outside, to tell her son that dinner was nearly ready, and he should wash his hands, only to find him standing in a puddle of pee in wet pants, and staring at his feet.
"Daniel! What the hell are you doing mate?"
"Mum, I've wet myself...."
"I can see that Dan. But why? The bloody toilet is just in there," she proclaimed, pointing at the laundry room door, "How could you possibly do that right here?"
Dan actually started to cry. "I'm sorry mum. I didn't mean to. I was trying to get my ball back, and the sprinkler got me, and it just sorta happened! I didn't do it on purpose, please don't tell dad...."
The sight of her son in tears calmed her down, and while she felt annoyed at him, she knew that he couldn't help it, it was just such a stupid place to have an accident. There was a perfectly good toilet only a few meters away. But as he haltingly explained how he had got trapped, then squirted by the sprinklers, she started to see the funny side of it, and couldn't stay mad for long. He was sent up for a shower and told to put his pyjamas on, and when Pete came home, neither of them mentioned it.
Dan went to Amys house for dinner the following Friday, but only stayed for a few hours. They didn't have the chance to play very much, but Amy did deliberately wet her nappy while she and Dan watched TV, and she told him she was doing it. This of course bought the subject up, and they talked about it for awhile. By now, Dan too could see the funny side of his accident on Wednesday, and when he told Amy, they shared a laugh about it. The discussion took place as they sat in their favourite position on the couch, Amy laying back, with her feet on his lap. She was wearing her pink sweat pants and thick pink socks, and of course Dan was rubbing her feet. She had spread her legs when she peed her diaper, and he had watched her crotch closely for any leaks, but saw none. The knowledge of what she had done, combined with the pleasure he got from rubbing her feet had made him go hard in his own Goodnight. He had left it on after school, as it was still dry, and he wasn't expecting to have to use it unnecessarily or on purpose. It would be sufficient to stop any little leaks.
"Didya hear how Nikki got on after Sunday? Did she have any accidents when she got home, or try the pull up?"
Amy laughed. "She told me that we were right! Drinking heaps and just wetting all day did affect her. She said she couldn't stop running to the toilet all night! She didn't have any accidents though. Apparently she put her wet panties on and peed in the shower before she went to bed. Oh God Dan, you should've seen the panties she wore on Sunday! She showed me when we were getting changed. She'd been wearing them to pee in the shower with all week, and they were so stained! She's a funny girl, Nikki. She seems so quiet sometimes, but she's definitely got a naughty side. Remember when she wet herself sitting on the edge of the pool?"
Dan remembered all right. He mumbled his response, and Amy looked at him inquiringly. "What's up mate?"
Dan sighed. Part of him had wanted to share his experience with his girlfriend, but he felt ashamed about it as well. But after a bit more gentle probing from her, he decided to open up.
"Ames, ahh, I've gotta, ahh, like tell ya something."
"What's up Catholic boy? Go on, talk to me."
"Well, it's like, ahh, something happened to me when Nikki peed her pants, and you kinda helped it happen," Amy raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but didn't speak, just motioned for him to continue.
"Well, if you remember, you had just wet your pants as well. By accident. And it was so hot! Fuck Amy, I love watching you do that! Anyway, when we were in the pool, I was really turned on..."
"I know you were sweetie, I felt you, remember?"
"Yeah. Well that's kinda the thing. You were holding my thing, and when Nikki wet herself, you kinda squeezed me a bit, and, ahh, well, I kinda had a sorta accident I guess."
"Whaddya mean accident? I would've felt you peeing, and I know you didn't shit yourself?"
"No Ames. I came in my pants....."
Amy snorted, "What? No way! You didn't did you?" She giggled, but not unkindly, more in shock than anything.
"I did. I blew a load in my shorts while you were holding my thing. I Googled it when I got home, and technically, you gave me my first ever hand job!"
"Oh my God Danny! That is so freaking awesome! Really? Oh shit! I can't believe it." She laughed again, "And you actually GOOGLED it?"
Dan looked sheepish. "Yeah, I know it sounds kinda weird, but I didn't know what to think. Over the last month, I've gone from wet dreams, to learning how to play with myself properly, to cumming in my nappy when we played, and then this! It was only a month ago that I'd never cum while I was awake, but now, it's getting almost too easy for me!"
Amy lowered her voice, and looked at him directly. "What was it like Dan? You know, having someone else do it to you?"
"Well I didn't like where or how it happened, but it felt really good though. I'd never choose to do it like in public again though, and I'd rather not do it in my pants."
"What about without your pants Dan? Would you like it then? Or maybe in your nappy? Would you like it if I did it to you in private, like just the two of us?"
He smiled back, and gently squeezed her foot. "Only if I could do it to you as well."
She sat up straight, took his hand, and guided it down between her legs, and pushed it hard against her. Dan could feel her swollen diaper squishing under her pants. "I'd like that I think," she said, and then they kissed.
They didn't see each other again for a little while. It was Petes last weekend of being home for another six weeks, so Dan and him spent as much time together as possible. They went to the football together, they went out to dinner with Sue, and just generally hung around, enjoying each other's company. Dan loved his dad, and craved as much time with him as he could get, so he enjoyed it while it lasted.
But he couldn't help but notice how often his thoughts turned towards Amy, and wishing that she was there as well. He almost asked his father a few times if they could ask her to come with them, but he understood how his father was enjoying their time together as well, and he didn't want to make his dad think that he'd rather be with his girlfriend, even though, at times, he did. |
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