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    Sorry I've been MIA for a bit. My intention was to provide you with another one of my memories last weekend, but I got busy. I've been traveling for work, etc. BUT...I haven't forgotten about you! For my next few posts, I'm going to focus on my own accidents growing up...and then I will return back to the handful of others I saw that happened to friends of mine. To make up for leaving you hanging last week, I will tell you a couple stories this time. Going forward in my stories about myself, I will try to recollect in order (skipping the ones that happened before age 4 because I've always felt like those don't really count anyway). =================================================== The earliest accident I remember having after being fully toilet trained happened to me around the age of 4 years old. I grew up in an old Victorian house built around 1890. Because our house was so old, it was drafty and cold through the winter. I grew up in the Midwest (USA) and our winters got fairly cold with quite a bit of snow and temperature dropping. We didn't have any carpeting in our house at all. Instead, our home's floors were all hardwood and we put big area rugs in some of the rooms. My own personal bedroom was no exception. Around this age, my father was still in graduate school working on getting his Doctorate. He would have to get up early each weekday morning around 4:30 am to get ready to go to an early part time job he took before his classes began for the day. During this time in my life, my father wasn't home much during the week because he had jobs, he had classes throughout the day that he both attended and taught and studying/working on his dissertation in the evening. The reason I bring this up about my father is because it's important to the story to know that on Monday through Friday he would always be occupying the one bathroom on our 2nd floor from around 4:30am to 5:30am. I remember on this particular morning waking up around this time because I had to pee really badly. At this age, I didn't know how to tell the time, but it had to have been somewhere around the middle of his hour of getting ready given the length of time this situation seemed to unfold. Now around this age I usually would always wake up once during the night having to pee (I didn't start having a problem with wetting the bed until I was older), however, I always seemed to wake up each night between 2:00am and 3:00 am. I would get up, quickly go down the hallway to the toilet, pee, and then go back to sleep until morning. For whatever reason, I slept longer this night before being jarred awake by my bladder. I'm not sure if I was just in a deeper sleep this time or I didn't drink as much the night before. I can still remember though how on this day I woke up feeling like if I didn't get to a bathroom right away, I'd have an accident and pee in my pajamas. I remember that I was having a dream right before I woke up that I had to pee really badly and I was trying to find a bathroom. I remember in my dream, I did find a toilet and I got up on the toilet and was trying to pee, but nothing would come out. All of a sudden, I woke up with my hand in my crotch and immediately realized that I was close to flooding the bed. I was wearing light pink cotton pajama bottoms with darker pink piping and a matching light pink cotton long sleeve button down top with the same piping. I remember thinking in my head, "Uh oh. I need to go pee pee so bad. I'm about to have an accident." I carefully and slowly got out of my bed and as soon as I stood up, I felt the pee trying to rush out of me. I crossed my legs quickly and immediately put my hand in my crotch and squeezed tightly. I stood like that right next to my bed for about 20 seconds trying to gain control. I was really afraid I was going to pee in my pajamas right then. Somehow I managed to gain control and was able to move. I started walking really fast towards my bedroom door. The whole time I walked though, I had to keep my hand tightly holding my crotch to keep from peeing myself. I managed to open my bedroom door and start walking down the hallway towards the bathroom on the 2nd floor. While walking, I took very small steps with my legs close together to help me hold my pee in. I was more shuffling down the hallway than actually walking. I finally got to the bathroom door at the end of the hallway and I noticed that the door was closed and I could see under the crack of the bottom door that the light was on. In my 4 year old mind, I was confused for a moment because normally when I got up to pee in the middle of the night, no one would be in there and the door would be open. I knocked on the door. My Dad called back asking who it was. I quickly yelled out, "It's Lily. I need to go potty." My Dad replied that he would be done in a few minutes and that he was getting ready for work. For whatever reason, I was hesitant to tell him how badly I needed to pee and that I was actually on the verge of having an accident right in front of the bathroom door. I just told him, "Okay" and accepted that I would have to wait. Now we did have other bathrooms in our house. In fact, we had one on the first floor and another on the 3rd floor, however, being only 4 years old, I was scared to travel up or down to a different floor in the dark. My parents always put a nightlight on the 2nd floor where our bedrooms were so I wouldn't be scared to get up in the middle of the night if I needed the bathroom. The other floors were pitch black until sunrise. I fleetingly thought about running downstairs to the toilet downstairs to go pee, but I was just too afraid. At that age, I still believed that monsters were waiting in the dark to grab me. Instead, I shuffled back to my bedroom taking the same fast, leg locked, quick steps while holding my crotch knowing that I would have to wait in my bedroom and try to hold my pee there until my Dad was finished in the bathroom. When I got back to my bedroom, I sat on the edge of my bed still holding myself, bounced up and down, rocked from side to side, and did every other movement I knew to keep my pee from coming out. I didn't want to pee my pants because it was embarrassing and I was afraid of getting in trouble. It felt like I was sitting on the edge of my bed for a long time, but it was probably only a couple of minutes in real time. All of a sudden, I got a really bad spasm and I almost peed. I slid my body off the bed and collapsed onto the hardwood floor. I first sat Indian style and rocked, then I tried sitting up on my knees and swayed side to side. I tried sitting on my heel as well to hold my pee better. Periodically I would have to grab my crotch either with one hand or two while switching positions or rocking. I felt another spasm in my bladder and stood up really fast to keep from peeing again. I walked around my room in circles really fast whimpering and moaning while holding myself. For a few moments, standing made it feel like it was easier to hold, but after a short while, I felt myself starting to lose control once again, so I sank back down to the floor to rock. I distinctly remember at this point being up on my knees rocking from side to side holding myself. At the same time, I was looking down at my hand holding my crotch, staring into my lap. Then suddenly I knew what was about to happen. I was going to pee in my pajamas and there was nothing I could do about it. I had to go too badly. I felt my pee starting to come out and soon I felt the crotch of my pajamas starting to get wetter and wetter. I then felt my hand get wet and hot. I removed my hand because I knew all hope was lost. I spread my knees out from side to side further and peed furiously and desperately into my pink pajama pants. The fabric of my pants got dark around my crotch and thigh area. I stared down into my lap and watched it happen. I was going pee in my pants and I couldn't stop it. Because I was on hardwood floors the sound of my pee coming out seemed very loud and I could hear it hissing as it poured out of me. I remember actually being scared that my parents could hear me peeing my pants on the hardwood floor because it was so loud. No one noticed and soon I was surrounded by a big wet puddle. Right after I was done going in my pants, I knew I needed to try to cover it up. I got up and went to my dresser and found some new pajama pants to put on. I stuffed my wet pajama bottoms and panties under my bed to hide them. I then went over to the rug in the middle of my bedroom and dragged it over to my pee puddle and covered it up. Looking back, I realize how conspicuous this looked...immediately after I was done doing this, my Dad came to my door and knocked while opening the door at the same time. He told me he was now done in the bathroom. I remember telling him that I no longer needed to pee anymore. I don't know if my Dad was still just really tired or what, but he didn't manage to read between the lines of what I was actually saying and he just replied back, "Okay then." and closed my bedroom door and walked away. I went back to bed and fell asleep and wasn't discovered until morning when my Mom came in my room and found my wet pajama bottoms stuffed under my bed. Then I had to tell her what happened. Surprisingly, she wasn't mad. ======================================================================================= Next, I want to tell you about how I became a bedwetter. Unlike most children, I didn't wet the bed when I was really little. In fact, I really have no memories of wetting the bed at all before the age of 7 years old. However, starting at age 7, I wet the bed quite frequently for the next 3 and a half years. What started my bedwetting was my Great Aunt dying. It had nothing to do with her actual death. She was old and I wasn't close to her at all. I maybe met her 2-3 times on holidays. In spite of this, my mother was close to her while she was growing up and because of this, she inherited a lot of her belongings when she died. One of the things she inherited was her antique doll collection, including an antique dollhouse. Being my mother's only child and by default, her only daughter, the doll house and doll collection was placed in my room for me to enjoy. My mother put the dollhouse in one of the corners of my bedroom and I liked it during the day, but when the lights were out at night, the shape and shadow that the dollhouse cast on the adjacent wall resembled in my mind a huge scary looking monstrous creature. At the age of 7 years old, I didn't realize that it was the dollhouse casting a shadow on the wall. I actually thought a monster started coming into my bedroom during the night (stupid looking back, but I had a big imagination at that age). The very night that dollhouse was put into my bedroom was the first time I ever remember peeing the bed. From that moment on though, I would pee the bed frequently until I was almost 11 years old. My parents never realized the correlation between the dollhouse and the onset of my bedwetting until I was in my teens and I finally told my mother what actually happened. For some reason, during the actual time it was happening, I was convinced that I couldn't tell my parents about the shadow monster that came to my room at night because if I did, he would "get me." Because of this, I never said a word to them at the time and suffered in secret. Like I said in my previous story, nightly I would always have to get up in the middle of the night to go pee. My bladder simply was not big enough to make it until morning. I would not be able to sleep fully though the night without peeing for a couple of years. The first night that dollhouse was in my room, I woke up around 2-3:00 am needing to go pee. It wasn't too bad right away, but I definitely knew I had to go and knew that was what woke me up from my sleep. I wanted to get up and go down the hallway to the bathroom, but I saw that monstrous shadow staring at me across the room. I was really afraid. I knew it would get me if I stepped one foot out of my bed. I saw it staring at me across the room beckoning me to get out of bed so it could eat me. In fact, I was so afraid that I wouldn't even let a toe be exposed from under my blankets, thinking that if any skin showed, it would be able to grab and eat me. I lay in bed instead staring at that shadowy monster feeling my bladder fill and fill as time went on. Eventually it got to the point that I had to pee so bad that I had to hold myself to keep from having an accident. I'm not sure how much time passed, but I continued to lay there for what felt like hours holding myself and swaying back and forth under the covers to hold my pee in. I prayed that I would be able to hold on until morning because I didn't want to have an accident. However, deep down I knew there was no way I'd be able to make it to morning and I knew eventually I was going to pee myself in bed. Even knowing an accident was inevitable did not give me the courage to run to the bathroom. My fear of the shadow was so great, that it trumped any embarrassment or fear of peeing in my pants. I held my pee as long as I could, but after awhile, I couldn't hold it anymore. I had to pee too badly. I removed my hand from my crotch, spread my legs slightly out, placed my arms on either side of me and peed through my baby blue colored pajama pants in bed. I could feel the pee soaking around me up to the middle of my back. I peed and peed until I was completely empty. When I was done peeing, both my pajamas and my sheets were soaked. I closed my eyes tightly blocking out the shadow monster crying to myself because of my accident. After awhile, I fell back asleep. When morning came, I woke up on cold wet sheets. I was freezing. I got up, walked out of my bedroom, went downstairs into the living room and went up to my mother. She looked at me and saw that I was wet. She asked what happened. I told her sheepishly that I peed the bed. I remember her response back to me was that it was unlike me, but she shrugged it off and got me changed. From that incident on, that pattern repeated nightly for awhile. I would wake up in the middle of the night needing to go pee, I would look over in the corner of my bedroom and stare at the "Shadow monster," while gradually getting more and more desperate laying in bed. I would always hold myself as long as I could, and then eventually I wouldn't be able to anymore. I would give up, let my body become still and pee forcefully into my pajamas while laying under the covers in bed. Luckily my parents remained understanding and accepted the fact that I was obviously going through a bedwetting phase. They tried to limit my drinking at night more, but it didn't seem to help. Every morning without fail, I would wake up in soaking wet pajamas and sheets and my mother would change them and we'd go about our day. I can't remember how long it took exactly, but it wasn't long before I stopped waking up until I was absolutely already desperate. Instead, I would wake up at the point when I was already bursting and almost immediately upon becoming aware that I was awake, I would lose control and pee my bed. As time progressed, the length of time between me waking up and peeing myself in bed became shorter and shorter. I would wake up holding my crotch already, groggily open my eyes, realize I had to pee badly, lose control and flood my bed and then immediately fall back asleep again. Not long after this, I started waking up mid-pee. I would jar awake feeling myself peeing. I would wake up as I felt a warm puddle of pee growing around me where I laid. I would reach down to my crotch area and feel the pee already gushing out of me. I remember thinking, "Oh no. I'm peeing my bed." I would try to stop it sometimes, but I never could. I was too desperate. I would wait until I finished peeing and then I would close my eyes and go back to sleep. I didn't like that I was becoming an actual bedwetter, but I seemed to be able to control my need less and less and there was nothing I could do about it. The final stage in my wetting came when I no longer woke up at all. I would wake up instead in the morning soaking and cold knowing that I had an accident and peed my pants in my sleep in the middle of the night. I would have no memory of peeing my bed at all. It would happened while I slept blissfully unaware. The full time it took for me to progress to a full on bedwetter took only approximately a couple of months. The time it took for me to stop wetting the bed completely though, took over 3 years. As I got a little older (probably around the age of 9), I stopped wetting the bed every single night and would pee about 1-2 nights a week instead, but it wasn't until after age 11 that I would be able to hold it without fail until morning. The thing is, I stopped being afraid of that imaginary "Shadow monster" probably about a year from when I first developed my fear in the first place, but obviously by this time, I had progressed to a full bedwetter anyway and there was no going back until I was old enough to make it until morning. My few years of bedwetting caused a lot of embarrassment and I didn't like it at the time, but looking back I remember it almost fondly. ============================================== That's all for now!
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    Hi everyone - after a lot of agonising over whether to resurrect one of my stories lately, I've decided to continue this one. Planning to post the next chapter this weekend :)
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    Kennesaw has a ridiculously low home break in rate. It also has a low murder rate, but it's a small town which normally have low murder rates to begin with. It's a pretty unobtrusive law that deters criminals more than forces you to own a gun. It's this odd fear of guns that a lot of people have that hurts society. Most people who are anti-gun have never fired a gun and don't know how to use them. Things that you have little experience with are naturally scary. I'd wager that if we taught everyone gun safety people would be a lot more comfortable with guns. The only way I see that happening is if we taught kids in school gun safety. So I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Of course there are people who know plenty about guns and are still against them. These people often have much more legitimate reasons then guns are scary.
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    Hey guys, so here's the story about my friend who peed herself during a cross country ski race when she was 18. It was a 50 kilometer classic style race up in northern Vermont. These races take about 3 hours or so, but this one started in a remote location, with limited facilities. Now, this girl is fast, she's a real good skier, so before the race she wasn't to concerned with peeing, she was more concerned with getting warmed up and ready to go. So they took off and about half way through she had to pee. Now this is a huge race so the trail was packed with other skiers. She very quickly made the decision that there was no way she was going to stop to relieve herself, she cared too much about the race and doing well to waste time doing that. She also quickly decided that she wasn't going to try to hold it either as that would slow her down as well. So, the way she tells it, she had just passed this other girl and was on a fairly flat/downhill section of trail with lots of people around and she just let it rip. Pee flowed into her panties and tights, and ran down both legs. Nordic racing suits are made of lycra and are skin tight, hers was a green color that would have showed wetness, but not all that well though. Her pee pouring onto the snow though was certainly visible and apparently the girl behind her said something to the effect of "you've got to be kidding me!" After she did it she said she felt much better and although it was cold at first she quickly stopped noticing she had pee on her legs. I saw her after the race and she admitted to peeing herself. She told me she actually thought it was kinda fun and easy beacsue like a minute after she did it you could barely tell what she had done. She claims she hasn't done it since then while skiing, but she has on a bike, more stories on that to come....
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    Seeing as how you now have access to the RP section, and you're profile states you enjoy RPing, checking out that section and starting a few fo your own is probably a good start. As for being active and talking with people, the IRC might be a good place to start, though it's hit or miss most of the time if anything interesting is happening. Commenting on posts and stuff is a good way to get noticed as well. Lot's of people are willing to talk about things, and it will usually be listed on their profile, although you're going to have ot be the one who initiates the conversations. RPing with people is a good way to get to know them, and a lot of people probably wouldn't mind having a seperate chat about whatever while they're RPing.
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    Here is the 2nd memory I have of Katie wetting her pants. It's also a story that involves my own desperation and wetting. This one happened the summer between 8th and 9th grade. We were both 14 at the time and getting ready to enter high school. At this age, we were both still too young to get a job to occupy our time during the summer, so we both had a lot of free time every single day during the summer. During this particular summer, we had a routine that we copied almost daily. We'd sleep in until mid-morning and then one of us would call the other on the phone and we'd decide whose house we were going to meet at to begin our day of passing our time doing whatever it was we could find to keep ourselves from boredom. Many times we went to the local swimming pool to pass the hours. On this day, it was Katie's turn to meet me at my house. She arrived at around 11am with a tote bag containing her bathing suit and a towel. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a dark purple spaghetti strap tank top. I was also wearing a pair of jean shorts and my top was a navy blue tight t-shirt. On our way to the swimming pool, we always stopped at a small carryout store to get snacks for our walk to the pool. We'd always each get a soda a piece and some potato chips to eat on the way. The walk to the local pool was approximately 30-40 minutes. The majority of the trip was a straight shot along a busy road with heavy traffic. We'd walk along the sidewalk and talk the whole way. By the time we'd get there, our sodas would always be finished. It was summer so it was usually very hot, so we'd need the liquid. Since it took so long to get there and we had nothing else to do anyway, we'd usually spend around 3-4 hours at the pool anytime we'd go. This day was no different. Throughout our time spent there, Katie and I both polished off another 2 sodas a piece because of the heat. Neither one of us moved to visit the restroom until we decided we had enough of the pool and wanted to head back to my place to watch a movie. We packed up our stuff and headed over to the small shelter building at the pool that housed the toilets. By this point, we both had to pee really bad from all the soda we drank over the course of several hours. We always waited until the last moment to visit the toilets because we thought the public restrooms at the pool were gross and neither one of us liked having to use them until it was absolutely necessary. We liked to delay the inevitable you could say. When we got inside the building where the toilets were, we were even more disgusted than normal. There were only two stalls in the building. In one, the stall was incredibly dirty and in the other the toilet was backed up. We looked at each other and briefly weighed our options. Neither one of us wanted to use these toilets in this condition. We decided quickly just to hold it until we got back to my house and assumed everything would work out fine. We did decide though to change out of our bathing suits and put our regular clothes back on. We both put our bathing suits into our tote bags to carry home with us. As we started the long walk back to my house, it became clear to me that walking home with a full bladder and "making it" was going to be a lot harder than I originally anticipated. During the beginning of the trip, Katie and I were both quiet. I think we both were thinking about how badly we had to pee and concentrating on how we'd be able to hold our pee the whole trip home. Unfortunately, our route did not provide any local businesses we could stop into to use their restroom. For the majority of the trip, we were walking on a busy road that had nothing but a field on either side of us. The other part of our trip was almost strictly residential. There wasn't a single public restroom to use until we got back to the carryout that was two blocks from where I lived. In other words, we both knew we were in a bit of troubling predicament. After we were walking a little ways, I said to Katie, " I don't know about you, but I have to pee so bad right now." She looked over at me and said, "Oh my God. Me too. I'm actually a little worried that I won't be able to hold it until we get back to your place." I replied with, "Yeah, I know. I'm worried too." I bit my lower lip and thought hard to myself how incredibly worried I actually was. Right after this, we changed the subject and started talking about other things. A few minutes into our conversation though, I felt a huge spasm in my bladder and I had to stop to cross my legs. Katie stopped when I stopped and looked back at me and said, "Don't do that! Seeing you cross your legs like that is making me have to pee so much worse." At this point, she put her hand in her crotch and gave herself a little squeeze. I told her I couldn't help it and we moved on. At about our half way point home, I felt like I was going to pee my pants any second. I told Katie this and I said to her, "I'm almost peeing myself. There is no way I can hold it the rest of the way." Katie's response was, "I have to pee really bad too, but we have to try. What other choice do we have? There is nowhere else to go and on this busy road there is nowhere we can duck behind without cars seeing us." We kept walking because she was right. There was no other option. A few more minutes later, I had to stop again. I crossed my legs and held my crotch again and this time I bent forward slightly to gain more control. I really felt like I was going to lose it any second. I started breathing fast waiting for the spasm to pass. Eventually it did and I was able to keep walking. Katie seemed annoyed that I kept stopping. She wanted to keep moving. We continued walking yet again and finally I had to pee so bad that I got to the point where I was walking and holding my crotch at the same time. I couldn't remove my hand even for a second or I'd start peeing my pants right away. I remember being extremely embarrassed because we were still walking on the busy road and I knew every passing car was getting a glimpse of me walking with my hand in my crotch and they of course would know that it was because I was on the verge of having a pee accident. I was 14 years old and I was about to pee my pants like a little girl on the side of a busy road. Despite all my effort of trying to hold it the rest of the way, I knew after awhile that it was impossible. I told Katie that I couldn't go on anymore. She looked at me surprised and said, "What are you saying? Lily, what do you mean?" I replied back with a shocked voice standing still with my hand still in my crotch, "Oh my God. It's coming out now ." I quickly sank down on the ground so that no one driving by could see what was happening. I sat down fast and positioned my legs loosely in an Indian style position with my hands on either side of me. I lifted my bottom slightly off the ground and peed forcefully into my pants. I peed for a long time. It just kept gushing out of me because I had to go so bad. I felt both relieved and stupid at the same time. I couldn't believe I'd had an accident at my age. I wanted to cry, but also, I was really excited that this was happening because desperation and pants wetting excited me, however, it was really embarrassing to have this happen out in the middle of public and in front of my friend. The whole time I was peeing, Katie was having a hard time holding on herself. She was standing up straight crossing her legs and grabbing at her crotch intermittently. She walked away suddenly really fast and I called out to her, "Don't leave me here!" She yelled back behind me, "Hearing you pee in your pants just made me start to pee a little. I have to keep moving or I'm going to pee my pants too." I was finally finished and stood up to catch up with Katie. I apologized to her and told her I was sorry, but I couldn't hold it anymore. My jean shorts were drenched all over my bottom and inside my thighs. It was really embarrassing walking along the busy road soaking wet. I pulled my beach towel out of my bag and draped it across my arm hoping people would just think that my shorts were wet from my bathing suit bottoms being in the pool. I was hoping they would think I was wearing my bathing suit under my clothes, even though I wasn't. We began to finish our walk home and somehow Katie managed to hold on. She apparently had a somewhat bigger bladder than me or at least more control of it (more control than she had 2 years ago anyway). I thought she was going to make it the whole way back, but when we got to the carryout we stopped at earlier in the day, Katie looked at me and said, "I'm going to go in and use their restroom. I don't think I can make it back the 2 blocks to your place." I said okay and we walked in (me hoping no one would pay much attention to my peed in shorts). We went into the store, Katie walked up to the register and asked for the key. The clerk gave it to her and we proceeded to walk to the back where the restrooms were. Katie put the key in the lock of the women's restroom door and started to unlock the door. While she was doing this, she was high stepping and scissoring her legs calling out, "Oh. Oh. Oh my God. I'm gonna pee. I'm about to pee myself." She eventually got the door open and I followed her in. For some reason at that age, I always accompanied her in public restrooms. Looking back on it now, it was kind of odd, but I guess at that age, we just were close enough that we didn't mind peeing in front of each other. Plus, in general, girls a lot of times seem to be really open about that sort of thing. The restroom didn't have any stalls. It was just a room with a toilet and a sink. Katie began furiously trying to unbutton her pants as she walked closer to the toilet, but either she had to pee so bad that she couldn't seem to get her hand to connect with the fasten properly or her zipper was stuck because she couldn't seem to get her pants unzipped or down. While watching her try to get her shorts down, I noticed that her crotch was getting dark. There was a wet spot forming around her crotch and starting to grow. Just as a tiny stream began to make its way down her left leg, she hobbled over to the toilet, still fully clothed and with her pants still up, she sat down on the toilet and peed furiously though her jean shorts. While she was peeing through her shorts into the toilet, she started to cry. I think she was crying from both embarrassment and defeat. I could hear both the sound of her pee hiss and gush through her shorts and tinkle into the toilet. When she was done she stood up and just said, "Let's get out of here." She dried her tears with a paper towel and we walked out of the restroom and out of the store as quickly as we could. We were silent during the 2 blocks back to my house. When we finally go there, we both changed and showered and didn't say a word about what happened. Personally, I was very excited and wished Katie would talk about it, but she never mentioned anything about it ever again. ================================================================= Next I plan on sharing more of my own personal desperation/wetting experiences from when I was younger.
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    Can't tell you what you did wrong, as you haven't given any details whatsoever. The only thing i can tell you is that time and focusing on more productive things other than moping will fix it. If you didn't think anyone cared than you wouldn't have posted it in its own thread, you are seeking answers but you're not sure if you can get any help. Post more information and someone may be able to relate and provide helpful feedback and advice.
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    (Yes, I realize that this is super late. Shut up.) Chapter 1 "Lemme see, already!" "Be patient, okay? I'm still getting dressed." "Well hurry up!" Molly complained, tired of waiting around in Sarah's cramped living room. The apartment wasn't huge and there was a bit of clutter, but it was still rather cozy and considering that Sarah was working her way towards a psych degree at a pretty high-end college, it was rather impressive. Besides, Molly was in no place to complain about any kind of mess: Her room back home was disorganized chaos, and it was all her parents could do to keep the rest of the house together. Molly wasn't sure if it was miracle or random chance that she had met Sarah, but she was glad for it. Seeing as she was still just a senior in Highschool, barely old enough to buy a lottery ticket, making friends with a twenty three year old who lived in the coolest district in the city was like finding a unicorn. Plus, Sarah was great. She had a great sense of humor, gave Molly rides all the time since Molly's parents wouldn't let her buy a car, and whenever Molly needed some space Sarah was more than willing to let her come by and relax for a while. They'd only known each other for a couple months, but so far they had hit it off. It had been a couple weeks ago when Sarah mentioned the idea of a tandem halloween costume. The way she told Molly, there was a halloween party coming up with a couples contest, and she wanted Molly to come with her. Not as a date, just friends of course, but Sarah had always wanted to go with a matched costume with someone else to a party. Once she promised to make the costumes herself and pay the cost for the tickets, Molly was in. And now, she was sitting in Sarah's living room, still completely in the dark as to what Sarah had in mind. She took a drink of her fizzy grape soda, (Sarah had been admant that Molly wouldn't get alcohol from her until she was twenty one,) Until, finally, Sarah opened the bedroom door and stepped out, arms in the air. "Not bad, right?" She asked, grinning. It took Molly a moment to analyze the costume. The older girl was wearing a pair of denim overalls and a plain tee-shirt, fairly standard (if unstylish) clothes. She was carrying a largish bag, her hair looked totally frazzled, and a bit of makeup was on her face to give her the look of someone who hadn't slept in a week. There was a yellowish stain on her shirt below her left shoulder, and in her hand she held a thin, wide book with a colorful cover. "Uh... I don't get it," she said finally, unsure what she was seeing. "Can I get a hint?" Sarah shook her head. "You've got to guess," she insisted. "But, here... Let's see if it helps to see your costume first." She turned back, grabbing a box that had been sitting on her bed, tossing it to Molly. Opening it curiously, Molly was hit by a barrage of pink. Inside was a lacy dress that was practically glowing pink it was such a vivid shade. Sitting on top of it was a matching bonnet, and tied to a blue ribbon was a largish pacifier that looked like it would gag Molly should she actually try and use it. There were some other bits and pieces to the costume, but what caught Molly's eye was the large, bulky disposable diaper tucked away beneath the dress. "You've got to be kidding me," she said, after a second. "I'm going as a baby?" "And I'm your babysitter!" Sarah giggled, grinning broadly. "Isn't it great?" Molly had to look at Sarah's costume again, but it made sense now. The weird stain was spit-up, that was a diaper bag around her shoulder, that must be a storybook. She considered it for a moment, and then shrugged. "Uh, sure, but what if I need to use the bathroom?" Sarah rolled her eyes. "You use the bathroom. The tapes on that diaper are reusable as long as they don't get wet, I made sure." She sat down next to Molly, clearly excited. Ever the skeptic, though, (And not entirely excited about this choice of costume,) Molly asked, "And what if water gets spilled on me or whatever?" Again, Sarah had a contingency plan. "I bought a pair of plastic pants to go over the diaper. The only way those tapes are getting wet is if you decide to try method acting." She giggled again, and Molly frowned. "I dunno..." She said, skeptically. It was just a costume, but she still would be a bit embarassed to be seen prancing around in a diaper for the first time since she was an infant. Sarah's smile flickered. "C'mon, Molly!" She said, in protest. "The costume would look adorable on you! Besides, I don't have another set of costumes, so if you don't wear it I'll just be the crazy girl with the diaper bag. Please?" Molly sighed. It wasn't ideal, but Sarah had been a pretty great friend in the past, and Molly decided she could handle a slightly embarassing halloween costume for a night if that's what it took. "Fine," Molly conceded after a brief pause. "But if we do this next year we're going as something cooler, okay?" Sarah grinned. "Awesome. This is going to be great!" Sarah picked the diaper up from the box, beaming at her highschool-age friend. "Do you need help getting dressed?" Molly blushed, snatching the diaper from Sarah's hands. "I can handle it myself, thank you very much," she said, not quite willing to let someone else put her in a diaper. Walking to the bathroom, she kicked off her shoes, dropped her pants, and removed her panties before unfolding the diaper. It was thicker than she had originally realized, almost four inches at the crotch, and she realized that once it was taped up it would go to almost her belly button. Molly suspected that Sarah had bought the bulkiest brand she could find to help sell the costume, but either way the result was the same: The diaper was massive. Leaning against the bathroom wall, Molly tried to pull the diaper up between her legs to tape it in place. She lost balance, though, trying to spread her legs enough to get the bulk of the diaper between them, and she slipped down to the floor, landing with an uncomfortable 'thud.' Adding insult to injury, the tapes of the diaper had gotten all stuck together, and try as she might Molly couldn't get them unstuck. Admitting defeat, she pulled her jeans on quickly and peeked out the bathroom door. "I, uh... Kinda screwed it up. Do you have tape or something?" "What is it?" Sarah asked, looking up from the couch. "The tapes got all stuck together when I tried to put on the diaper." She blushed a little in spite of herself, just from talking about it. Sarah rolled her eyes again, getting up. "I have a whole pack," she said, "They only came in bulk, so I've got thirty-five left. Gimme a second." Molly waited in the bathroom doorway for a moment before Sarah returned with another diaper, tossing it to Molly. This time, Molly put the diaper on backwards, and when she tried to just pull it down and put it on facing forwards like you would with underwear, she ripped the elastic. Trying a third time with a third diaper, the tapes got bunched up on themselves. On the fourth try she got it right, though, much to her relief: Sarah had been threatening to come in and do it herself if Molly screwed up again. The rest of the costume required assistance. Molly was able to tug the plastic pants over the diaper and button them in place, but the ridiculously girly dress had a zipper in the back that she couldn't reach, and with the frills on the skirt of the dress getting in the way, she had trouble pulling the white stockings all the way up. Molly didn't need help tying her bonnet in place or pinning the pacifier ribbon to the dress, of course, but at this point Sarah insisted since she had done pretty much the rest of the costume. Finally, buckling on a white pair of Mary Janes, Sarah spun Molly to look in the mirror. The costume was excellent, to say the least. It was obvious what she was supposed to be without being tacky, cute without beeing cheesy. The diaper wasn't actually visible as long as Molly stood still, but there was an obvious bulk beneath the skirt of her bright pink outfit, and if she moved much or walked at all, the material would sway up and reveal the diaper beneath. And, with everything there, Sarah's costume became a lot more obvious too. "As much as I hate to admit it," Molly said finally, inspecting herself in the mirror. "This costume looks pretty great, Sarah." Sarah nodded happily. "Thanks," she said. "Now, the party doesn't start for like two hours, but do you want to- Are you going to get that?" Molly's phone had started buzzing in her jeans, which were lying on the floor. Looking down, Molly nodded and bent to pick up the phone, her diaper crinkling loudly as she did. She saw the caller ID, and looked up at Sarah. "It's Mike," She said, annoyed. Mike was a mutual friend of theirs, (In fact, the one who had introduced them,) but also Molly's boss at a greasy diner nearby. Molly had asked Halloween off, of course, but he was notorious for calling people in anyways. Molly answered the phone, saying, "Yeah, Mike?" "Molly!" He exclaimed. "I'm glad I got through, look, I- Order for table six! Yeah, anyways, Pete just threw up out back and I need someone to come replace him. Can you come in to wait tables for, like, three hours?" Molly scowled. "Mike, you know I asked off for-" "For Halloween, I know. I hate to ask it, but you're the only person answering their phone and we're swamped down here. Please? It's just until the dinner shift starts, then you're cut." Molly could hear the clammer of a busy kitchen in the background as Mike was no doubt scurrying about to keep things running. "I just got dressed up for a halloween party, Mike," Molly complained. "Are you wearing anything inappropriate?" "If I were, I wouldn't tell you." "Will it keep you from serving tables?" "I guess not." "Then wear the costume. Our cashier's already dressed up like a vampire, you'll just be in the spirit of things." "Mike, I never said I can make it." "Can you?" "I guess..." "You're an angel. Gotta go!" Molly hung up, glowering at the phone, and Sarah picked up where the phone conversation had left off. "Need a ride to work?" She asked, sounding a little disappointed. "Yeah..." Molly said, "But it's only for a few hours, and then we can still make the party. Sorry, but-" "Mike's an asshole, I know. It's no problem, I'll just watch a movie or something and pick you up afterwards, okay?" Molly nodded, grabbing her purse from the table. "Sounds good." Chapter 2 Molly was dropped off on the sidewalk right in front of the diner, leaving her to waddle inside. She hadn't quite got the hang of walking with the bulk between her legs, giving her a toddler-ish gait that accompanied her costume quite well. She got a few looks, but since half the people at the diner were in costume as well, it wasn't that bad. Running to the back to find Mike and clock in, she caught him working the grill with the radio turned all the way up. "Mike," she said, but he didn't answer, focused on calling out an order while getting three more ready to go. "Mike!" Once again, no answer. "MIKE!" She was practically screaming at this point to get his attention, and he finally looked up and noticed Molly. A second went by as he stared at her, processing the costume, and then he burst out laughing. Molly punched him. "Jeez, Molly, you know there are labor laws for hiring minors right? I don't wanna go to jail!" He teased. She rolled her eyes in response, trying to decide if she should punch him again. "You're the one who called me in last second, so shut up unless you want me to turn right around and walk back out," Molly replied, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Mike smirked as he dished up a burger onto a plate and said, "Aw, now, don't throw a tantrum. Do you need a change?" Then, projecting to the front of house he called, "Order up!" "Gimme that," Molly shot, grabbing the plate and checking the table number before running it out. They didn't run things by section, the diner wasn't big enough for that (Especially when there were only two waitresses running the entire floor,) so they just pooled them and split things evenly by the hour. Annoyed as she was, Molly had to admit that working a three-hour chunk out of one of the busiest nights of the year was going to be pretty lucrative. Finding her customer, she hurried out to him, skirt flapping as she hurried and doing an excellent job of concealing nothing. Finding the right table, she dropped the food off for the couple both dressed as zombies. "Nice costume," the guy said, eying her up and down. "Make it yourself?" "Friend of mine," Molly replied. "But thanks. Can I get you anything else?" "No, thanks." And so the night went. For the next couple hours, things were a blur of pleasentries, orders, greasy food on cheap plates, and learning to walk without looking like she was more used to crawling. A few people giggled, a handful even made teasing remarks, but most people just exchanged the usual halloween pleasentries and they went on their way. It was about an hour before her shift was up that she started experiencing a problem. The other waitress, Nancy, had just clocked out and left the floor just to Molly for around half an hour before the next waitress came to clock in. It was bad form, but she had been a last minute replacement as well and had to leave to pick up her son from a halloween party. This would normally have been a bit hectic but not much of an issue, except one problem: Molly had to pee. She had needed to go for the past hour or so, but since they were in a rush she hadn't paused to run to the bathroom, figuring that she could hold it until there was a lull. That lull had never come, though, and now her bladder was full to bursting and it was an act of willpower to keep from holding herself and sprinting to the bathroom. "Mike, can you handle things for a second?" She asked, returning to the back to pick up another order. "I gotta take a leak." "No can do, baby," Mike said, grinning at his own wordplay. "I'm the only one back here. Look, Carol shows up in like twenty minutes, you're just gonna have to hold it." Molly pouted and gave Mike a pleading look. "C'mon, I really gotta go." "Sorry," Mike said again. "But seriously, twenty minutes and you're good." Molly gave him one last look, but knew that arguing wouldn't get her anywhere. She grabbed the next couple of plates, running them out to the next table. If anything, ironically, the diaper made it harder to stay dry. Normally in a situation like this she'd be holding her legs together and taking short steps to try and relieve some pressure, but with the bulk between her legs she was forced to take big, awkward steps with her legs spread apart, making the ordeal that much more frustrating. She was getting pretty desparate, but refused to even consider actually using the diaper. It was a halloween costume, for one, and she'd never live it down if anyone found out. Still, as the seconds creeped by, she grew more and more desperate. She had started to shift her weight from foot to foot first, and soon that turned into a potty dance whenever she was at the back of house, away from the prying eyes of customers. Fifteen minutes in, she had stopped caring about the customers, too desperate to keep her diaper dry to care about looking silly. She hoped they would just think it was a joke, part of the costume, but by then she really didn't care. She was bursting to go, and by the time Carol showed up and clocked in she had started to dribble in the diaper, a small wet patch invisible to the outside but embarassing nonetheless. "Carol, thank god," Molly said, seeing her walk in. Without waiting for a reply, she handed her a basket of fries, pointed, and said, "Table six, I have to pee." Then she practically sprinted to the bathroom, finally free to go. Slamming the door shut behind her, she slid the lock and turned to the toilet as though it were a million dollars. Hopping from foot to foot, she bunched up her skirt, reaching for the buckles on the plastic pants. Being this close to a toilet somehow made her desperation worse, but she knew she had made it. Just a couple seconds, and she'd be ready to go. Yanking on the buckle, though... It didn't open. Her eyes went wide as she tried to tug the snap open, but for whatever reason it was stuck. She vaguely remembered Sarah saying something about there being a trick to it as she got into costume, but since Sarah had been the one to actually snap the plastic pants in place, Molly couldn't remember what it was. She yanked again, but all that accomplished was to stretch the plastic a bit, and the material snapped back into place as soon as she let go. Molly panicked, then, trying to figure out how to get the damned snaps off. She didn't figure it out fast enough. Standing right next to the toilet, her bladder gave way and she flooded the diaper, completely losing control. She was too shocked to move, then, as she felt the hot pee fill the diaper, the absorbant material swelling slightly, getting heavy and sagging a bit between her legs. She just stared down, not really able to see the diaper too well beneath the skirt, but she could feel it and knew what was happening all the same. It took more than a minute before she was done, but thanks in part to the plastic pants the diaper didn't leak. Even so, it had swollen in size, making the bulk between her legs that much more obvious, and even with the support from the plastic pants the diaper was sagging between her legs, feeling warm and damp and uncomfortable. Looking in the mirror, she saw that the white material had turned a bright yellow, and though the diaper already didn't smell great, there was a sharp and distinct smell of urine in the air. She reached down with her hand, tugging at the waistband, just above where the tapes would be. The latch on the plastic pants popped open neatly, and they fell to the floor. Perfect. She was about to yank of the diaper and figure out a way to throw it away without Mike finding it later when he took out the garbage, when she had a thought. If she took it off now, Sarah would definitely notice. Heck, half the cafe had seen her prancing around in it not five minutes ago, obviously needing a bathroom. If she came out now without a diaper to be seen around her waist, it'd pretty much be a confession as to what had happened. The other option was to leave it on, keep her skirt tugged down as far as possible, and hope nobody noticed until Sarah picked her up. Then, with a little luck, she could get Sarah to stop at her apartment and sneak a new diaper on before they went to the party. It wasn't a plan she liked, but it would have to work. Bending over to pick up the plastic pants and hearing the now familiar crinkle accompanied by a sloppy wet noise, she blushed and tugged the plastic material up, snapping it in place over the swollen diaper, feeling the soaked padding squish against her skin as she tried to tug the diaper up as much as possible, to conceal it. Bracing herself, then, she checked the mirror. It was still pretty obvious, but she hoped that was only because she was looking for it. After all, who in the diner would be staring at the ass of an attractive girl in her late teens while she waddled around in a revealing skirt? Shit. Chapter 3 Molly was standing on the curbside, waiting for Sarah to show up. The last half an hour of work hadn't been as bad as she had thought: If anyone noticed, nobody had said anything, or else they assumed it was just a part of the costume and not an *actual* wet diaper. Either way, mortified as she was, Molly had gotten through it. The smell of greasy food had done a good job covering the odor of stale urine, and her skirt had stayed tugged down as much as she could manage, so all in all she was optimistic about how things had gone. Even so, she couldn't wait to get out of the diaper. She had tried sitting on the curb to wait, but when she did, the soaked diaper had squished and nearly started to leak when she sat. She was grateful for the plastic pants, then, even though it was because of them that she was in this mess in the first place. Plus, the only way to really sit comfortably left the skirt particularly vulnerable to being blown up by passing cars, exposing her sodden diaper to the world. So, she was standing. Sarah pulled up before Molly could glower about her situation too much, though. She got in the passenger seat quickly, before Sarah would notice anything, and sat down as gingerly as she could without looking conspicious. "How was work?" Sarah asked, putting her convertible into drive. "Fine, I guess," Molly said, shrugging. "Hey, can we stop by your place on the way? I have to pee pretty bad and I didn't get a chance to at the resteraunt." Not the best excuse, but it was suitable enough. "Actually, the party's closer anyways," Sarah replied, "So it'd be faster to head right there." Molly tried not to let her disappointment show. If she asked to go to Sarah's apartment for some other reason, it'd be pretty obvious she was trying to pull a ruse, but if she didn't go there then she'd be stuck in the diaper all night. She just had to think, something clever, something that wouldn't be obvious, surely she could come up with a plan... Five minutes later, they were at the party, and Molly's undergarments were still soaked and bulky. "This is gonna be great!" The party, as it turned out, was in a house in a little neighborhood just near the city. It was a pretty nice neighborhood to be located so close to the close to downtown, and Molly felt a little out of place, but Sarah seemed pretty confident and so Molly followed in her footsteps. Inside, it was pretty standard party fare. About twenty people were there so far, with all kinds of costumes. There were your usual outfits, a pair of vampires, a few zombies, four different guys dressed as The Joker, and then some different ones: Yin and Yang, (A white and a black jumpsuit, with contrasting dots sewed to the center,) Teddy Roosevelt and a teddy bear, even one couple dressed up as ninja pirates. The music was playing loud, the people were dancing hard, and there was a plethora of food and a keg of beer in the living room. "You want to go grab some drinks while I go say hi to the host?" Sarah asked, talking loud over the sound of the music. Molly grinned, nodding. "I'll see you in a second!" She yelled back, stepping over to the living room. In spite of the soaking diaper situation, she was still optimistic about the night. Hopefully after a few drinks, Sarah wouldn't be in any condition to be noticing the color of one's diaper, and with dance lights being the only thing illuminating most of the house, visibility would be on Molly's side. Grabbing two red cups from the table, she filled them both up with cheap beer and turned with a mild crinkle to find Sarah. "Nice costume," said someone, a female voice. "Huh?" Molly turned around to see who it was. Some couple dressed as Mario and Peach, apparently. "I said I like your costume!" The girl, dressed as Mario, said loudly. "It's really great! Who're you with?" "Sarah!" Molly said back, looking around until she saw Sarah, then pointing. "Guess what she's going as!" The couple looked over, then the guy dressed as Princess Peach looked back at Molly and looked her up and down, smirking. "Babysitter?" He guessed. Molly nodded. The girl dressed as Mario looked at Molly's costume again, lingering a bit around her waistline. "So you're Sarah's date then?" She asked, an amused expression on her face. Molly almost had to laugh. "Not her date, just a friend! You know her?" "We were in the same history class a couple years ago!" She said. She exchanged a look with her boyfriend, which left Molly a bit confused. The guy interjected. "We're gonna go say hi to some of our friends, but it's nice to meet you..." "Molly!" Molly filled in. "Nice to meet you, Molly! Good luck!" The two of them turned away, chuckling at a joke that Molly wasn't privy to. Deciding to puzzle it out later, she turned to head back to Sarah, who was now standing by the front window, reaching her after navigating a few dancing partygoers. "Woo!" She cheered once she reached her 'Babysitter', holding up the beers like a pair of trophies. "I think this is gonna be awesome!" Sarah took one look at Molly as she accepted the drink, and then reached out and took the second beer from Molly's other hand. "Hey!" Molly protested. "You're eighteen, Molly, not gonna happen. Here," Sarah reached down, setting down both beers on the window sill and digging through the diaper bag she wore around her shoulder. "Oh, come on! It's not like you're actually buying me the beer!" Molly complained, idly curious as to what Sarah was looking for in her bag. "What's the big deal?" "The big deal is that I brought you here, so you're my responsibility!" Sarah shouted back. "I'm not getting you arrested, Molly!" "What are you, my mother?" "No, I'm your babysitter!" Molly was amused enough by that not to retort again, instead just smiling at the humor. Finally, Sarah found what she was looking for, pulling out two baby bottles. One was filled with a dark brown liquid, another bright pink. "I wasn't sure what you'd want. Coke, or a Shirley Temple?" Now Molly laughed. "You really did think of everything, didn't you?" She asked Sarah, reaching for the coke. Sarah grinned back. "What kind of sitter would I be if I made you go thirsty?" They both giggled. Molly tried unscrewing the cap, Sarah reached over and stopped her. Rolling her eyes, Molly instead put the bottle to her lips and drank it the old fashioned way. She felt a bit silly, sitting there suckling on an oversized baby bottle, but she hadn't gotten a chance to drink anything at work, so she was pretty thirsty. After sucking for a few seconds, though, she pulled the bottle away. "Eh, Sarah? This tastes weird," she said. "Oh," Sarah said. "Yeah, I got the off-brand stuff, sorry. I was in a hurry, I just got whatever they had at the gas station." Molly nodded. She wished she could just finish the drink in one gulp, but the rubber nipple served to hinder that, and she ended up taking a couple minutes to finish it, between chit-chat with Sarah. Once her drink was done, though, Sarah eagerly took Molly's hand and pulling her towards the open floor, where dancing was allegedly supposed to happen. "Come on!" She encouraged, even as Molly shook her head. "I'm terrible at dancing! Besides, I'll probably trip over my own feet with this diaper making things awkward." "That's no excuse!" Sarah called back. "Just one song, okay?" As she said it, the current song faded out and, of course, Micheal Jackson's 'Thriller' kicked in. Molly gave in, having wanted to dance a little bit anyways. "Fine, but just one song!" She called back. As it happened, she actually knew this dance pretty well. Most of it was a pretty easy dance, sure, but that still meant she was better off than she would have been with almost any other song. It was more fun that she had expected, too. Even with the diaper squishing between her legs every time she moved and with her skirt flapping up when she stepped too fast, she doubted anyone would notice. She was having a great time. Then, about halfway through the song, (When the voiceover narration was kicking back in,) just as she was stomping the floor, she suddenly felt a huge cramp in her gut. It came out of nowhere: One moment she didn't have to go at all, the next she felt like she was about to explode. Panicking, she started to run from the dance floor to find a bathroom somewhere, but Sarah grabbed her hand and twirled her around, catching Molly before she could go anywhere. "Hey there," Sarah said with a grin, pulling Molly close. "You're not going anywhere until the song is over!" Molly's eyes went wide. "Sarah, I have to use the bathroom!" She shouted back, but Sarah barely seemed to be listening, still dancing, and not letting go of Molly's hands. In fact, she was tugging on Molly, forcing her to keep step at least a little bit, which agitated the sudden pressure that was building in her bowels. "That's the lamest excuse ever!" Sarah shouted back. "C'mon, if you had to go that bad you would've gone already! You can wait four minutes!" Molly started to shake her head, when another cramp hit her, harder than before. She nearly doubled over, straining to keep from losing control right there. Wetting the diaper was one thing, and even that was humiliating. If she actually used the diaper for this, well... Among other problems, there'd be no hiding it from Sarah. She tried to jerk her arm away again, but Sarah held tight. "Let me go!" Molly shouted. "Not a chance!" Sarah shouted back. "Please? I promise after this, I'll dance, like, six songs with you, just let me go!" Molly pleaded. Sarah sighed. "Fine!" She said, letting go. "But I'm going to hold you to that!" Molly nodded, barely taking time to reply before turning to sprint. "Thank you! I, uh, just... gotta go!" She stumbled away, almost falling when another cramp hit her. She couldn't believe this had happened so fast, completely out of the blue, but there was no denying it. Damn the diaper, damn the costume, damn everything: She had to find a bathroom, fast. Bumping through partygoers, she checked around the kitchen, but found that while there was a bathroom, there was a line six people long. No good. Turning, she ran back, through the living room and up the stairs. Surely there had to be another bathroom available... Yes! Feeling a rush of relief, she ran in, slamming the door without hesitation, spinning around, and slipping on an old washcloth someone had left on the floor. On a normal day, it would have been nothing. She would have just landed on her other foot, or perhaps caught herself with a hand, but today was not a normal day. Instead, with her legs splayed awkwardly from the bulk of the soggy diaper and her thoughts too focused on finding a toilet to be considering much else, she just fell. Hard. She landed with a thud, and for the second time in as many hours she was using her diaper within a couple feet of a toilet. It all came out in a rush. One moment, the material was merely wet, the next moment, a load of sticky, smelly mush was filling the seat of the diaper. Even when she tried to stop she couldn't, and within seconds she was empty, the diaper now swollen further, and with a plainly visible brown lump formed on her diaper. Too stunned to do much, Molly just got to her feet. Now more than ever, her legs were spread awkwardly apart, with the extra mass from the mess in her diaper adding a little bulk. Mostly, though, she just kept her legs spread apart on purpose because when she started to close them, the mess squished up between her thighs, making it that much worse. She heard a knock on the door, and only then realized she hadn't locked it. Spinning again and nearly falling on her ass, she saw who it was: Sarah. Even if the room hadn't stunk of a dirty diaper, even if her diaper hadn't been sagging well below the bottom of her skirt due to the extra weight, Molly's expression said everything. Nearly at tears, she stammered, "I- I... I h-had an accident..." She didn't know what else to say. Instead of a response, though, Sarah just reached forward, pulling Molly into a hug, closing the door behind her. She held Molly, patting her back to calm the highschool-aged girl in the dirty diaper, waiting several moments before she quietly said, "Molly, it's okay. Shh... Molly, calm down." There was a pause, and Molly sniffled. "Molly... Did you really think I didn't notice your accident the moment I picked you up from work?" It took a second for her words to register, and then Molly froze. Her back stiffened, and she started to pull away, but Sarah held her tight. "Let me go," Molly said. "Not a chance," Sarah replied. "Unless you want everyone you know to find out about this, and for your parents to find out about your getting drunk at this party." Molly really didn't know what to say now, except, "B-but... I didn't drink. You wouldn't let me." Sarah smiled, now more sinister than happy. "Ah, but the photos of you with a couple of beers would imply otherwise, wouldn't they?" Molly's eyes went wide in shock, almost terror. If her parents found out about this, they'd probably ground her until she turned twenty one, even without hearing of the dirty diaper currently taped around her waist. Knowing that she had her, Sarah continued. "Now here is what's going to happen..." She leaned in close now, almost whispering. "You're going to take your smelly butt back down stairs, have a couple more drinks, and see about those half-dozen songs you promised me. Then, after we win the costume contest, I'll drive you to my place and get you changed into a nice, clean diaper. And if you raise a fuss, I won't hesitate to pull you over my knee and give you a spanking, downstairs, at my place, on the way home, dirty diaper or no. Am I clear?" Getting no response, she finally let go of Molly. "That's a good girl. Happy halloween."
  9. 1 point
    Here you go, only the missable ones: 4: The first time you take control of Admiral, talk to Shizuku before leaving. 6: When you take control of Fairy in the ice area, talk to Shizuku before leaving. 7: As Shizuku, get hit by a sea urchin at least once (first available in the ice area). 10: In the second screen of the fortress area, take the left path and check the locked gate at the end. 11: As Shizuku, get hit by spike traps at least once (first available in the fortress area). 13: As Hideri, stay underwater until you're almost out of time. 14&15: During the puzzle with both Shizuku and Hideri, let both of them almost run out of time. 21: In the lava area, as Fairy, stay over lava until you almost run out of health. 22: During the battle as Fairy, try to hit the enemy just as she finishes casting. (I'm not really sure about the conditions for this one, but it didn't seem to trigger when I fought her without getting hit, so just screw around in that fight until you see the camera flash effect). 23: During the final battle, Have Shizuku use a breathshroom while almost out of time 24: During the final battle, let Shizuku get dragged underwater from the surface. 25: During the final battle, let Shizuku get caught while underwater.
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