MasterOptometrist 594 Posted April 25, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2018 Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions. supernerd222, DsGSilver, Noface and 14 others 17 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 25, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 25, 2018 That was awesome ^^ Quote Link to comment
Bothan1138 425 Posted April 25, 2018 Share Posted April 25, 2018 “South Northeastern University West” I legitimately laughed at that. It’s a ridiculous name, and yet it still works. As for the rest of the story, I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes. There’s very few stories about worlds where diapers and accidents are normal for people in their teens and twenties. vizzing, CloudedArcTrpr, ApatheticSpazzle and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted April 25, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2018 (edited) What a day it had been. That morning Heather and her parents had arrived to move in day, and a short few hours later Heather was unpacked, and her family was gone, and here she was, alone, at college. Heather could see herself in her wardrobe mirror: pale skin, freckles, long brown hair that went down to her waist, bangs. She wore the unisex orientation shirt that she’d been given on arrival and been goaded into putting on immediately, and the snug fit seemed to accent her otherwise average bust. She had on a short white pleated skirt over top of mid-length black tights. It would be impossible to tell that Heather, an eighteen year old adult woman, was wearing a (at this point, lightly used) diaper. That is, if that wasn’t the automatic, default assumption. Heather felt her stomach cramp. The stress and anticipation, she thought, had done a number on her. She walked to her lofted bed and sprawled her upper body on top of it, burying her face in her comforter. She spread her legs slightly, let out a deep sigh, and relaxed. Almost immediately poo began to push its way into Heather’s diaper. She could feel the load press against the inside of her pants, but her elastic tights held everything firmly in place. The warm wetness at Heather’s crotch indicated her bladder was involuntarily emptying itself as well, and she smiled, feeling comforted by the familiar sensation. Suddenly there was the sound of a key entering the lock on the door. Heather’s breath caught in her throat, and she abruptly cut off her bowel movement and stood up straight, trying to act natural but blushing intensely. The door swung open to reveal a round faced Korean girl, followed by two round faced Korean parents, a (hunky) Korean older brother, and a huge wheeled bin of dorm furniture. “Heather! You’re already here!” the girl nearly ran at Heather in her effort to embrace her. “Sue! Oh man!” It was Susan Lee! Duh! How could I forget my roommate was bound to show up any minute! The surprise caused the last of Heather’s mess to release itself into her tights. “Heather it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Sue and Heather embraced in an awkward first-meeting hug. But rather than the hip-to-hip cushion that Heather usually felt when embracing other girls, her pelvic contact with Sue was met only with fabric, skin, and bone. Heather felt even more embarrassed, hopefully no one could smell her mess, what a first impression that would be! Sue didn’t appear to even notice. “Oh man Sue I-I’m so glad you’re here! You know, though, I have to go, uh, meet with someone real quick, I’ll help you unpack when I get back!” With that Heather darted past Sue’s family and belongings and made a beeline for the nearest changing room, gait awkward from the dirty diaper between her legs --- The first day of orientation over, 11:30PM found Heather and Sue were relaxing in their room, reading and playing Factorio respectively. Something was on Heather’s mind. When she went to the changing room earlier - where the toilets would be, if this was the male wing - she found that, in between the showers and the changing cubicles there was, in fact, a toilet. Just for girls. She’d peeked inside and marveled at it for a couple seconds. She really hadn’t seen many toilets in her life, only in movies or TV, or maybe when she was little and her dad brought her in to the men’s restroom for a change. But here was a toilet, just for her. This school really was progressive. As was, evidently, her roommate. Heather decided she had to broach the subject before it got broached for her. “So hey Sue, you’re... potty trained?” Heather asked, reluctantly. “Uh, yeah, what tipped you off?” Sue seemed equally reluctant to broach the subject, but more in a sense of not wanting to humblebrag. “When I was helping you unpack, you wear panties!” There had been a lot of them too, in all sorts of colors and patterns. As many as Heather had pairs of socks! They were as foreign to her as the toilet in the changing room, and she had been avoiding handling them when unpacking, as if they were some immensely personal, forbidden garment. “Yeah! Me and some of my high school friends all toilet trained ourselves last year. I still have to wear pull-up ones to bed, though. Haven’t quite gotten a handle on holding it while I sleep.” Heather was impressed but felt self conscious of the padding between her legs. Sue could tell. “I don’t judge you for wearing diapers, don’t worry about it.” Sue said. “Most women I know do. I’ll still change you if you need, I haven’t forgotten how to do that.” Sue smiled. Heather smiled back. “Thanks Sue, I appreciate it.” “Hey, if you want to get continent, though, I got this pamphlet from the Feminist Student Union table at the orientation fair today.” Sue hopped off her bed and handed Heather a flier from her desk: THURSDAY NIGHT FRESHMAN SEMINARS FOR WOMEN: CONTINENCE TRAINING GENERAL INTEREST MEETING - NO COMMITMENT REQUIRED - SHED YOUR SOCIAL CHAIN! FOR MEN: CONSENT, SAFE SEX, AND HOW TO CHANGE YOUR GIRL’S DIAPER SNACKS AND BEVERAGES PROVIDED SPONSORED BY THE FEMINIST STUDENT UNION Heather flipped through the pamphlet. “Huh, maybe I’ll go.” Edited April 25, 2018 by MasterOptometrist I didn't intend for it to merge my posts! (see edit history) DsGSilver, jkanau, panther and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted April 25, 2018 Author Share Posted April 25, 2018 2 hours ago, Bothan1138 said: “South Northeastern University West” I legitimately laughed at that. It’s a ridiculous name, and yet it still works. As for the rest of the story, I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes. There’s very few stories about worlds where diapers and accidents are normal for people in their teens and twenties. Thanks, I try . But yeah I really want to explore that concept more, it's one of my favorite omorashi/abdl fiction tropes. Bothan1138 1 Quote Link to comment
Bothan1138 425 Posted April 25, 2018 Share Posted April 25, 2018 27 minutes ago, MasterOptometrist said: But yeah I really want to explore that concept more, it's one of my favorite omorashi/abdl fiction tropes. If you’re looking for a good read, I highly recommend Satyr’s “Developmental Biology”. It’s incomplete, but rather good. It’s a setting he created where girls don’t begin toilet training until their teens. panther 1 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 25, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 25, 2018 Loved that chapter ^^ Quote Link to comment
Batman007 221 Posted April 26, 2018 Share Posted April 26, 2018 That was great, loved this chapter Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted April 26, 2018 Share Posted April 26, 2018 Its always nice to see another new story where diapers play a part in it. Quote Link to comment
Guest SAM996 Posted April 27, 2018 Share Posted April 27, 2018 Interesting idea for a story. I think Heather should eventually be potty trained but before using the adult toilet I think she should be trained with a child's potty and eventually when she gets the hang of it she can use the real toilet. I don't know I've wanted to see more stories with a woman using a child's potty. Quote Link to comment
AliasnameTO 335 Posted April 29, 2018 Share Posted April 29, 2018 (edited) On 4/27/2018 at 3:54 PM, SAM996 said: Interesting idea for a story. I think Heather should eventually be potty trained but before using the adult toilet I think she should be trained with a child's potty and eventually when she gets the hang of it she can use the real toilet. I don't know I've wanted to see more stories with a woman using a child's potty. Maybe if a character finds themselves in a pinch, but if we're going for a little bit of realism, it's unlikely. Having adults use a kids' potty as a formal part of toilet training seems to really insult their dignity. And since the story highlights the issue of toilets vs. diapers as a gender equality cause (which are still quite relevant in real life) I wouldn't recommend getting too goofy and niche about what happens. That said, I do get that it's also for the sake of our kink. Just that it's possible for it to be both cute/sexy and have artistic merit at the same time. Edited April 29, 2018 by AliasnameTO (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
panther 202 Posted April 29, 2018 Share Posted April 29, 2018 On 4/25/2018 at 10:32 PM, Bothan1138 said: If you’re looking for a good read, I highly recommend Satyr’s “Developmental Biology”. It’s incomplete, but rather good. It’s a setting he created where girls don’t begin toilet training until their teens. I can second this recommendation - it's a very enjoyable series I'd say yours is even better though MasterOptometrist - well done and thank you :D can't wait to see what you've in store for us Quote Link to comment
wavewave 16 Posted May 4, 2018 Share Posted May 4, 2018 love this story! more please. Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted May 5, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 5, 2018 Come Thursday, Heather was seated in the second row of the auditorium along with twenty-odd other diapered freshmen. Her diaper was already wet, and was fairly conspicuous under her sporty hiking shorts. Heather gave her crotch a surreptitious squeeze, feeling incredibly self conscious when faced with the representatives from the FSU, all of whom wore tight pants or leggings that showed off their lack of reliance on protection. On woman’s panty line was especially apparent, and she was the first to speak. “Hello everyone, welcome to our General Interest Meeting, my name’s Katie, I’m a junior studying microbiology, and I’m the president of the FSU this sem. We’re here because we want to help the women in our community be the strongest and most independent they can be. Tonight, as you all know, we’re going to be discussing continence training.” Another girl wrote the words CONTINENCE TRAINING up on the whiteboard. Katie continued. “That’s right, CONTINENCE training. I know many of you probably refer to this process as ‘potty training,’ but we here feel that this term devalues women who endeavor to better themselves. We are not little boys! We are adult women wresting back some measure of control over our bodies.” “The global trend of female incontinence is detrimental to society and women especially on many fronts. Ecologically, waste from women’s incontinence products is the second largest contributor to climate change after industrial agriculture. Womens’ waste is a major issue in our systems of infrastructure as it is necessarily not treated the same way as mens’. Socially, though, women’s incontinence is wielded by men to make women out as inferior, unable to control their bodies, and unfit for many tasks. I’m sure all of you ladies can remember times when you or your friends were singled out by men for your use of protection.” Heather didn’t need to think hard: high school gym. Swimming, especially, was the worst. Even though lanes were segregated by sex, the boys still always jeered and complained about not wanting to swim in girls’ pee. This was deeply embarrassing, but not a lie: the school-issue girl’s swimsuits were not built to absorb urine. The padding around the suit’s nether regions was made only to contain messier events. It was not uncommon, in the girls’ lanes, to feel the water warm up around you as you waited for your turn, as the person behind you emptied their bladder. Everyone, even Stacy Thompson, had to wear the swimsuit, and they were despised among the girls for how their contrasted their developing bodies with the conspicuous padding at the crotch. The worst part, though, was when one of the girls inevitably did go number two. Come the end of the session, several girls would always leave the pool with conspicuous bulges at their behinds and thus become the object of the most brutal bullying from the boys for the day. For something they had no control over! Heather was filled with the memory of rage. Katie could apparently tell that her rhetorical question had dredged up some memories for her audience, and she smiled. “Well then, if you ladies choose to embark on this path, today will mark the first day of the rest of your lives! Starting today you are going to assert dominance over your bodies, and we at the FSU are going to help. We’re going to pass out a sign up sheet now.” A few girls left the room at this point, but Katie continued as the sheet went around. “Alright, so the first step to control is awareness. You need to be able to know when you have to go, and make for the toilet as soon as you feel the urge. I assume at the moment very few of you are even aware that you’re going. We’re going to go through an exercise to get you on your way. I want all of you to try to sense your bladder, and try and make yourself pee in your diapers. I know this sounds a bit backwards, I know, but the first step to recovery is acceptance, as they say. It’s better to go in your pants, but intentionally, than to lose control of yourself. When you’ve managed, raise your hand.” Heather tried to feel her need to pee within herself. Luckily for her, she’d drank a great deal before the meeting, and the feeling wasn’t the hardest to locate - a dull pain in her abdomen. After a few test pushes, Heather felt the pee begin to rush out of her into her protection, swelling her shorts even more and warming her crotch. But she did it! She peed on purpose! Heather raised her hand, elated. Heather looked around to realize that she was at the front of the pack, and most were either very conspicuously peeing themselves or attempting to. Soon, all hands were raised. “Wow everyone, great job! I know this part can be hard, and honestly it's the hardest part: just being aware of when you have to go. Here’s how the rest of this is going to work. From here on out you all are done with diapers. We have a free pack of women’s pull-up training pants up here for each of you, and you’ll want to switch to these until you’ve completed the program. You should also pick up one of these calendars and a roll of stickers: each day you go without a daytime accident mark it with a sticker and then bring the calendar to each week’s FSU meeting. If you make it three weeks consecutively, you get a free pack of panties!” Katie took an example pair off the table and held them up to show them to the crowd. They had the FSU logo on the waistband and a cartoon of Rosie the Riveter on the back. In that moment, they were the most inspiring thing Heather had ever seen. Emma Bailey, Himari, Xeri The Crow and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 5, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 5, 2018 Wow that was excellent Anatomy15Grey 1 Quote Link to comment
Bothan1138 425 Posted May 5, 2018 Share Posted May 5, 2018 I’m not sure wether to say the Rosie the Riveter pull-ups are truly inspired, or utterly ridiculous. One the one hand, it’s a powerful historical image of female empowerment. On the other hand, my inner history-buff can’t help but laugh at the idea of fully diapered adult women working in a factory assembling Sherman tanks. MasterOptometrist and Xeri The Crow 2 Quote Link to comment
Noone000 14 Posted May 5, 2018 Share Posted May 5, 2018 Great story! I'm excited to see how this progresses. It's great to see stories that delve deeper and try to create an important narrative, rather than being only fetish fuel. Random question: Have you played Factorio (it's mentioned in part 2)? How good is it? I've been wondering whether to get it or not. Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted May 5, 2018 Author Share Posted May 5, 2018 3 hours ago, Noone000 said: Great story! I'm excited to see how this progresses. It's great to see stories that delve deeper and try to create an important narrative, rather than being only fetish fuel. Random question: Have you played Factorio (it's mentioned in part 2)? How good is it? I've been wondering whether to get it or not. You might be disappointed, I don't want to comment too deeply on actual issues just because I don't feel qualified to talk about them/it seems inappropriate to in this context. The feminism angle is more of a macguffin than anything else. As for Factorio I watched lets plays of it nonstop a while back but I've never played it myself, I feel like I'd get too sucked in and die from not leaving the computer. Hm... that gives me an idea for a side story... Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted May 5, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 5, 2018 (edited) Heather’s first week of class was largely a success. She found messy accidents easy to notice and control, only caught off guard the first time she drank a cup of coffee. One second she was chatting with some new friends in the dining hall and the next a terrible urge to poo led her to fill her pull-up mid-conversation. Of course, none of these new friends were at all fazed by one of their ranks suddenly pooping their pants. It happened all the time. Heather’s wetting was coming under control as well, although she was still having trouble telling when exactly she should head for the toilet. She had wet herself in her first three classes before realizing that she should probably make herself use the toilet before each one. These pull-ups were absorbent enough to take a desperate soaking, but would definitely not stand up to more than one wetting at a time. Night time was another story entirely. Heather had been trying to at least empty her bladder before bed but this seemed to help little and nine times out of ten she seemed to wake up soaked. She did wake up dry, once, but she didn’t stay dry for long. Her body evidently woke her up because of how bad she had to go, and she barely managed to jump out of bed before wetting herself. At the time, she had only sighed, looked at the clock to see that it was only 5:00AM, and hopped straight into bed without changing to fall back asleep. But hey, it was progress. In public, Heather found that ditching her diapers made others look at her differently. She caught boys staring when they hadn’t before, particularly at her butt. Girls, too, as if to size her up. The slimness of her pull-ups brought Heather unexpected social clout, people seemed to view her as more authoritative and responsible. It was a conversation starter too, and Heather had directed several other freshman girls to the FSU when they had asked how she had gotten started. One girl who didn’t seem to care in the least bit was Sadie, one of the members of Heather’s growing group of new friends. She just couldn’t see what all the fuss was about, and told Heather as much as the two ate lunch together that Thursday. “I just don’t see what all the fuss is about, Heath,” said Sadie, a girl with big hair who’s diaper Heather had already changed on multiple occasions. “It seems like such a big hassle, I like being able to just do my business no matter what!” “You know Sadie, I used to think that way too, but I’ve realized it’s not about that. It’s about having control over your body, and being able to make the decision of where to… empty yourself.” One thing Heather did not factor in to all of this was how many times she was going to have to explain herself to others. “Yeah but like, okay, do you have to pee right now?” “Well, I didn’t but now that I’m thinking about it maybe, thanks for that.” “Alright, well I’m peeing right now. As we speak! I can feel it filling up my diaper, it’s so nice and warm-” “Stop it! You’re going to make me have to go!” “But I made that decision, you know? It’s a way more convenient choice, I think.” At that point Sadie sighed, seemingly indicating that she did, in fact, just wet herself, and that she was now finished. Heather could feel her own need beginning to grow. Damn it, Sadie. “You made the decision? What do you mean, do you have control over it? I’m still struggling a little with that myself.” “Well yeah, my parents actually tried to potty train me when I was little.” Heather was sort of shocked. “Wait, seriously? What happened to that?” “Well what happened was, they were helping my little brother with it, and my mom decided that her daughter would be brought up continent! I might have been in the first grade at the time. But I wasn’t having any of it, I learned to control my business but at the same time just kept going in my pants no matter what my parents tried. Three years and many soiled pairs of panties later they caved and let me wear diapers again. I actually… enjoy it? I don’t know, but it’s nice. Warm.” As Sadie told her story she watched a look of fear and confusion spread across Heather’s face. Heather could not believe that this girl was such an advocate for going in her pants. “Well, I mean, I guess that’s your decision then.” said Heather, after a silence. “Yeah, we may have to just agree to disagree on this one.” Sadie responded. At that Heather stood up. “Well, in the interest of not peeing my own pants, I think I’m off to the toilet!” “Hey wait up, I do need a change!” And at that, the girls left the dining hall in search of the facilities. Edited May 5, 2018 by MasterOptometrist (see edit history) herrokitty, LivingInfinite, DsGSilver and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 5, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 5, 2018 Great chapter Quote Link to comment
LivingInfinite 712 Posted May 6, 2018 Share Posted May 6, 2018 I think this is a very clever premise, and I'm enjoying it a lot! Great work. Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted May 7, 2018 Author Share Posted May 7, 2018 Heather sat on a sofa, questioning why she’d come to this party. She held a cheap beer in her hand, which tasted terrible, and felt lonely as she watched the attendees tipsily socialize. Except for Sadie, they were all acquaintances at best. Heather took another sip of her beer, as if to try and force herself to get into the vibe. Bleh. Sadie had invited her as Heather changed Sadie’s diaper the previous day. Sadie had led Heather into the changing cubicle, hopped up onto the table, and hitched up her dress to reveal her diaper, which was legitimately soaked. The conversation started as Heather began to undo the tapes. “So Heath, there’s this party I’m going to tomorrow night. There should be some cool people there, you should totally come!” Heather felt mixed on the proposal. On one hand, this would be her first real college party, and maybe a good way to meet new people. On the other hand, this would be her first real college party. Back in high school Heather hadn’t been much of a partier, simply by virtue of not being invited to any. Her and Molly had preferred to have sleepovers with a few of their other friends, and they’d play games and eat snacks and watch movies, but nothing so escandaloso. There was never any alcohol, or boys for that matter. “Man Sadie, I don’t know… I’m not sure if it’s my vibe, exactly…” said Heather as she pulled the swollen diaper out from under Sadie’s bum. “Oh come on Heather, you’ve got to do this at least once! We’re in college now! Besides, you’ll never know if you enjoy partying unless you give it a shot. Plus, your best friend will be there.” Heather closed the fresh diaper around Sadie’s crotch “...you?” “Duh.” said Sadie with a sarcastic smile. So here she was. On the couch. Not really talking to anyone, and not sure how to or if she even wanted to. Sadie had disappeared to dance or something, somewhere. Suddenly Heather felt someone sit down on the couch next to her. “Hi, I’m Scott!” Heather turned to see the cutest boy she’d yet witnessed at this party. He was black, with short hair and big, brown, friendly eyes. “Oh, h-hi! I didn’t see you walk over! My name’s Heather.” “I think I recognize you from something… Bio I, right?” “Oh are you in that class? I’m so sorry, it’s so big, I must not have noticed you.” Scott seemed a bit flustered. “Oh, well… I noticed you.” Heather was unable to contain the look that flashed across her face. Holy FUCK, she thought, he’s trying to FLIRT with me!! FUCK. She’d never been very good with boys. She’d dated her stand partner for two years back in high school marching band, but how she landed that she had no idea. “Well I’ll certainly notice you now! That’s for sure. I haven’t really met a ton of people at this party.” “Yeah, I saw you sitting over here and thought you looked like you needed someone to talk to!” “You know, I really do.” Heather smiled, and Scott smiled back. She took a sip of her beer, it didn’t taste so bad anymore. Suddenly she felt a newly familiar pang in her bladder. Fuck x2. “Hey Scott, I’d like to keep talking but I’ll have to be right back!” and without waiting for him to respond Heather shot up and made for the bathroom, swaying a bit from the effects of the alcohol. She found it unoccupied, locked the door behind her, pulled down her pull-up from under her dress, and began to pee in the toilet. Success. Bothan1138, PrinceOfThePee, LittlePunkGirl and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted May 7, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted May 7, 2018 That was excellent Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted May 7, 2018 Author Share Posted May 7, 2018 One thing led to another, and midnight found Heather and Scott making out drunkenly in a secluded corner of the house. Their clothes were still on, but their hands were all over each other; Heather hadn’t thought twice when he had began to feel her breasts, and had begun to caress Scott’s ass in response. Neither of them were really thinking twice about anything, for that matter. Heather had felt the pressure build in her abdomen, but the alcohol had done its work, and leaving to use the toilet again seemed like to high a price to pay for continuing to speak to Scott. Over the course of their conversation they’d inched closer and closer together before finally sharing a kiss and then both getting up knowingly to find a spot to themselves. As they began to make out, Heather could feel her bladder emptying itself into her pull-up, and while the rational part of her brain knew that this broke her streak, the drunk, horny part simply didn’t care. That is, until she felt Scott’s hand on her thigh. She could feel it inch it’s way up under her dress, finally making contact with the tip of her wet pull-up, at which point she wrenched away from Scott in embarrassment. “Scott, I, I’m so sorry, I’ve had an accident, I need to go home and change.” Scott was confused. He’d never gotten this far with a girl, but why wouldn’t she have had an accident? Girl’s wore diapers, that was just a given. “No, it’s ok! Why are you embarrassed? Girl’s just go in their diapers it’s fine, I understand.” “No you don’t understand.” Heather nearly yelled, drunkenly, tears welling in her eyes. “I’ve been trying to toilet train myself, so I’m not dependent on protection anymore! I broke my streak...” Scott gave Heather a hug. She could feel his boner digging in to her through his pants. “Heather, it’s alright. It happens, even to potty trained girls.” Or so he’d heard. The only thing he knew is that he really dug a girl in panties. Heather only sniffled as she reciprocated the hug. “Thank you for being so understanding. It’s so late though, I really should be going home.” “Do you need help? I could change you if you’re too drunk to manage.” Heather was floored. This was basically an invitation for sex! “S-sure! That’d be so nice of you!” She gave him another kiss and the two left the house at which the party had been thrown, Scott’s arm on Heather’s waist. --- Halfway to Heather’s dorm, she felt the pressure build once again. They weren’t nearly close enough for her to make it. And she didn’t know how much more her pull-up could hold. “Scott, I really have to go again. I don’t think I can make it.” Scott shifted his arm, which was wrapped around Heather’s waist. “Don’t worry about it Heather, you can clean up when you get home.” Heather gave a sigh and let go. As she predicted, the hot pee quickly overflowed her pull-up and cascaded down her legs, pattering on the sidewalk. As soon as she finished, she smiled apologetically at Scott. He responded with a kiss. --- Heather and Scott arrived at Heather’s door. She took a deep breath and unlocked it, walking inside. Sue was nowhere to be seen. Heather turned and beckoned Scott inside with her eyes, and they resumed making out as the door swung shut behind them. “So… do you want to have sex? Or were you just being altruistic?” Heather whispered into Scott’s ear. “B-both, I guess.” “Alright then.” Heather hopped on to her bed and lifted her dress to expose her soaking wet pull-up. She began to take it off when Scott interrupted her. “Wait a second.” Scott had taken his own pants off, giving Heather a full look at his erection. He fished a condom out of his wallet, put it on, and climbed on to the bed. “Is this your first time?” Scott asked. “Yes.” “Me too.” said Scott, tearing open the sides of Heather’s pull-up. DsGSilver, Ultima01, My_Next_Mistak and 3 others 4 2 Quote Link to comment
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