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  1. I found a couple Tik Toks with scrub wetting. They're obviously short, but I like real wettings more anyway (also, one is just implied, but it shows a diaper, so I included it): 89b3ce7a888bd1d6297cc75e03b0ea50 (1).mp4 fd7b5cedb5dd2842b25d3021a0f2b88c.mp4 048e84c41961777056e4a3e7c0c8d882.mp4
  2. Nothing to see, but a former Miss Nevada talks about peeing in her dress, on stage, at the US Pageant. Starts at 12:30 I haven't done any digging on this, but it she mentions having a streak in her spray tan from the incident. It would be great to find a shot of that.
  3. I'm not sure if this has been posted anywhere, but it seems the actress/ comedian Esther Povitsky took to wearing diapers during covid to avoid bathrooms. https://www.iheart.com/podcast/271-glowing-up-28341284/episode/the-girl-in-a-diaper-with-68702631/ Starts at 4:10. Not much, but still cute. She also showed her diaper waistband on another podcast. Starts at 46:55 (or at least it seems to. I didn't watch the whole podcast) I find it interesting, because prior to covid, she had the scene in Alone Together where her character wore a diaper to wait in line for some sale (I know this has been posted before, but I think it's pertinent enough to link). Even better though, is a video she did with Khalyla Kuhn and Annie Lederman for her birthday. They bought diapers as a part of "dress like Esther", and it came out the Esther couldn't pee in the diapers when she wore them, which Khalyla and Annie couldn't believe. So, to prove a point, they put on the diapers, under their clothes, wear them for most of the video, then pee in them. Not much to see (although there is some waistband and bulge from Annie's pants, and Khalyla's jeans are torn near the crotch, so you can occasionally see her diaper). Starts at 5:00. More talk at 17:30. Wetting starts at 47:30. Again, there could be more talk, but i didn't watch the whole video. Just a couple other notable Esther items. In S02E04 of Alone Together, Esther's character has a quick implied wetting at the end of the episode. Also, in her special, she mentions pooping her pants when she was 18.
  4. Hey guys! It's been a while. I've been batting around a few stories, losing interest, deciding I didn't like the direction, etc., but I haven't posted for some time. This is an idea I keep going back to. It's kind of weird, but, we'll give it a shot. I'm just posting the introduction for now, planning to update with the first chapter this week. I have a couple chapters just about ready, and a couple ideas for follow up chapters. There's not an overarching story between chapters, more like each chapter is its own story with these characters, so we'll see how things go. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Denim Life Introductions are hard, especially for me because, well, I’ve never had the opportunity to introduce myself. How do I define myself for people? Is it the way I look? Where I’m from? What I’m made of? Maybe… But, maybe it’s best to start at the beginning at this story; when I met Jenna. Jenna was in my store. It was a slow Saturday afternoon, and people were milling about, most shopping without a purpose. I don’t know if Jenna was one of those wandering browsers, or if she came in with certain purchases in mind, but, and you can call me corny, I believe it was fate that brought Jenna in that afternoon. I wasn’t aware of her until she came up to me and lightly brushed my side. I immediately knew she was “the one”. It seemed to be a mutual feeling. Jenna didn’t waste time contemplating, weighing the pros and cons. She took me down the short hallway behind the registers, straight to the dressing rooms. They were empty, but it wouldn’t have mattered if people were around. Jenna knew she had to have me, and I knew I wanted to be hers. Impatiently, Jenna unbuttoned her pants as she locked the dressing room door, her smooth, toned legs bolstering my desire. She started on me next, undoing my button with ease before gliding my zipper down. It didn’t take long after that. Before I knew it, Jenna was working my zipper up and fastening my button. Looking in the mirror, Jenna saw what I already knew: I was the best pair of jeans she’d ever worn. So there it is. I’m a sentient pair of jeans. It’ll be best if you don’t commit too much time trying to understand the details of my being. The best I can do to explain is, the moment Jenna touched me, I came alive (sorry), and, instead of trying to understand it, I’ve just tried to focus on the joys of my situation, namely, Jenna. Jenna is beautiful. Yes, I’m a little biased, but truly, what a gorgeous girl. At 22 years old she’s got the skin and muscle tone that’s the envy of many older women. Despite her body, her long dark hair and contrasting bright green eyes ensure that it’s often here face that catches people’s attention first. Of course, we all know I’m going to be partial to her legs and ass, and, let me tell you, Jenna has got that category locked down. Her legs fill her jeans (yes, technically that’s me, but it’s weird to say “her legs fill me” so…) perfectly. There’s no loose folds, but, at the same time, not too tight. Add to that, a butt shaped by time in the gym and naturally wide hips and you can surely understand my infatuation. Okay. That’s probably enough of me inappropriately describing Jenna, so let me explain how I fit in this relationship (I promise, I’m almost out of puns). Not to toot my own horn, but I come from some fine lineage. High grade material allows me to be durable yet soft and tight but flexible, accentuating Jenna’s previously described assets. My dark blue material allows for versatility; I can be a sexy pair of jeans for a night out, or I can be business casual. All of this is to say, Jenna and I make a great couple. I compliment her, and she compliments me, both highlighting the best details of each other. Together, we are flawless... Well… almost flawless. You see, there is this one teeny, tiny thing that sometimes causes problems. Jenna pees her pants.
  5. I'm finally back with a story. Turns out, fleshing out stories is way harder than most of you make it out to be. This actually wasn't the story I intended on posting next, but my original idea involved a little more of a storyline, along with some character development, which has made for slow progress (still a noob at this). So instead, you guys get this story, which is a sequel to Making the Grade. That being said, this is almost pure omo ficition. There's not much story to this, just a couple of college girls on summer break, but I figured I'd play around with this, see if it helps with my other story. Just a few navigational notes: I'm trying to play with the perspective a little bit, so I'll be switching between Emma and Sarah. [ <><><> ] indicates a change in perspective. [ *** ] indicates a break in time. [ Italics ] indicates the thoughts of the perspective character [Name: words] indicates a text message. I'd love to hear any support, feedback, or critique you guys have. Enjoy! Emma and Sarah - Summer Vacation Part 1 As much as Emma hated to admit it, she was bored. With June a distant memory and July preparing to become August, summer vacation had flown by and Emma had done nothing with it. Emma lives in the apartment she shares all year with her roommate and best friend Sarah, but they are part of the small minority of students who do not return home for the summer. The sudden loss of population at the end of the school year causes the whole town to slow down. Traffic is minimal, sidewalks are clear, bars are quiet, and restaurants have no wait times. This last point affects Emma and Sarah personally, as both work as waitresses. Part of the reason this particular Monday felt so slow was because of what the end of this week had in store. Every summer, Sarah’s family takes a trip to the beach, spending a week in their time share in South Carolina, and this year Emma had been invited to come along. Leaving Friday morning, the girls would make the six hour drive together to meet Sarah’s family at the condo. With work so slow, Emma and Sarah decided to request off not only for the week of the vacation, but for several days leading up to it also. Emma was regretting that decision now. She hadn’t even missed a shift yet, but she already felt like she was out of things to do. She was hoping things would liven up once Sarah returned from her final shift of the week. She was due to be home soon. As if the thought conjured reality, Emma felt her phone buzz, signaling a text. Sarah: Can you grab our rag towel and bring it to the front door? Emma: Sure? Sarah: I’ll explain when I get inside. Just let me know when you have it. With her curiosity piqued, Emma went to the linen closet to dig out the old towel they reserved for wiping the bathroom floor and cleaning up other small messes around the house. She took the towel to the front door. <><><> Sarah didn’t know why this was happening to her. This took her tally for the week to two pairs of pants and four pairs of underwear. And one car seat. She did not want to think what her grey cloth driver’s seat was going to look like after this. Her phone buzzed. Emma: Okay. I have it. Now what? Sarah: Just wait. I’m coming. Sarah scanned for potential witnesses as best as she could from her seat, then she got out of the car. She walked quickly across the small parking lot to the entrance of their first-floor apartment, trying to ignore as her crotch and bottom cooled in the breeze, her thin work leggings doing little to maintain the warmth she had felt only minutes ago. Emma opened the door as Sarah got close. “Hello?” Emma greeted questioningly. “Hi. Sorry to be short but let me see that towel.” Emma handed the towel to Sarah, who laid it out on the entryway floor and stepped onto it. Emma closed the door and turned to Sarah questioningly. “So?” “I peed my pants and I didn’t want to drip through the house,” Sarah answered easily. She saw Emma’s eyes shift to her crotch. From her brief inspection in the car, Sarah knew that despite the black color of her leggings, Emma would see the misleadingly small damp patch on the front of her pants, gravity having caused the majority of the wetness to run beneath her after she lost control in her sitting position. She had not wanted her neighbors to know about her accident, but Sarah was not embarrassed with Emma. The two had been through so much together that a pair of peed pants would be nothing besides some giggles and light teasing. “Again?!” Emma asked. Sarah knew Emma was referring to the scene she made yesterday when she arrived home from work and sprinted to the bathroom with her hand between her legs while yelling “Ohno! Ohno! Ohno!” When Emma walked down the hall to see if Sarah was okay, she found the bathroom door had been left open in disregard, allowing her to see Sarah pulling her leggings on and a discarded pair of purple underwear on the floor, the soaked crotch on full display. “Yes, except this time I fully peed. Look.” Sarah turned around, showing Emma the stain on her ample bottom. She could feel the wetness had spread from the top of her cheeks down to about mid-thigh. “Oh my gosh, Sarah! What happened?” Emma asked, smirking. Sarah started removing her shoes. “Same thing as yesterday. I was on my way home and I suddenly had to pee, only this time I couldn’t hold it. As soon as I pulled into our parking lot, I just lost it.” Sarah paused to let Emma shake her head and have her chuckle, then she changed the subject. “I need a shower. Can you take these clothes to the washer?” “Sure. Why wouldn’t I want to handle your pee-soaked clothes?” Emma asked sarcastically. “We’ll just call it even from when I handled your pee-soaked bed a couple months ago.” Sarah was pleased to see this comment brought a slight blush to Emma’s cheeks. She’s still so easily embarrassed about bathroom functions. “Yep, that sounds fair.” “I thought so,” Sarah responded as she began to remove her pants. <><><> Emma waited as Sarah peeled her leggings off, revealing a pair of grey panties that went near black just above her womanhood. The soaked material left little to the imagination until Sarah slipped the underwear down as well. Emma had seen Sarah naked before. Being fairly close roommates and gym partners several days per week, they had few reservations about changing in sight of each other. Emma was always slightly jealous of Sarah’s body. It was a classic case of “the grass is greener”. Emma was a fit girl with toned legs and a taught tummy, not to mention a butt that was rounded after hours of gym time every week, but Sarah just seemed to have those natural curves. While Sarah was in shape, she did not have the athlete’s body that Emma had. Instead, she was blessed with wider hips and a larger chest, and her blonde hair always attracted attention, although Sarah frequently commented on how much she loved Emma’s light brown hair. As she finished undressing, Sarah said, “I have a couple things in the washer already. I didn’t have enough for a load, but I threw them in incase you ran a load. You can probably put a few things in for yourself anyway.” “I’ll take a look.” With her wet clothes removed, Sarah walked to the bathroom wearing only her work blouse. Emma collected the wet clothes and towel, being careful to avoid getting any pee on herself, and carried them to the small closet that housed their washer and dryer. Emma dropped the few items in the washer and was about to walk to her bedroom to collect a few additional items before something in the washer caught her eye. Along with the items she had just added, she saw the underwear Sarah wore the day before, no surprise, two other pairs of underwear, and Sarah’s pajama pants. The article that caught Emma’s attention was Sarah’s pajama pants. Sarah didn’t wear pajama pants to bed, so the pants were only worn every once in a while when Sarah wanted to lounge around in pajamas for a couple hours before bed. As such, the pants did not often need washed. This coupled with the knowledge of the two incidents from the past two days and the fact that the assortment of laundry contained only bottom-wear, Emma became concerned. So, letting her concern conquer the snoopy feeling it gave her, Emma touched the crotch of the pajama pants. They felt a little damp, but Emma thought it might be her imagination, and she took her investigation a step further. Grabbing the pants by the waistband, she pulled them out of the washer, held them in front of her face, and sniffed. Pee. There was no mistaking the smell of dry urine wafting from the pants. Emma dropped the pants back into the washer and walked to her room to retrieve some laundry. She could hear the shower running as she passed the bathroom. Returning to the washer, she added a few items of her own, poured in some detergent, then, thinking of the reason several of the items needed to be washed, added a little more detergent. Then she sat on the couch to wait for Sarah to get out of the shower. About twenty minutes later, Sarah emerged from her bedroom having showered, dried her hair, and donned a clean t-shirt and pair of shorts. “I’m going to go outside and see if I can do anything about my car seat,” Sarah said as she headed to the front door to put her shoes on. “Wait, Sarah, I wanted to ask you something.” “What’s up?” “Don’t be mad, but I saw what you had in the washer and… Did you pee in all of those clothes?” “Yep.” “Sarah! What’s going? Why did that happen?” “Well the first one was at work yesterday. I was working tables and all of a sudden I had to pee. I couldn’t get a break until about fifteen minutes later, and a few sprinkles snuck out while I was waiting. It wasn’t too bad, really just wet enough to be uncomfortable, and during my next break I was able to change into my after-gym panties that I had in my car, which I peed in when I got home. That’s the one you knew about. Then last night I fell asleep on the couch watching tv, and when I woke up, I really had to pee. I started leaking as soon as I stood up. By the time I made it to the bathroom, there was a stain halfway down the legs of my pants and I could feel dribbles all the way down to my feet. And then there was today.” “Don’t you feel like there’s a problem with that?” “Of course. I obviously need to be more careful about my bathroom breaks.” “No, I mean health-wise. I think you might have a UTI, or some other infection.” Sarah thought for a moment, then said, “You know, I hadn’t really thought about that. I have had a lot of sudden urges to go lately.” “No kidding. I think you should see a doctor.” “You’re right. I’ll make an appointment right now.” Sarah walked to her room to make the phone call and returned a few minutes later. “I’ve got an appointment first thing Wednesday morning. I just need to make it through tomorrow.” “We’d better just put a tv in the bathroom so you can be near the toilet all day,” Emma teased.” Sarah laughed. “Maybe… Anyway, I’ve got to go deal with my seat. Thanks for looking out for me.” “No problem. Do you want some help with your seat?” “Nah, there’s not really room for two, but if you wanted to scratch up something for dinner, I wouldn’t object.” “I can make that happen.” Emma made dinner, salads and a frozen pizza, while Sarah cleaned her car. The girls ate dinner together, and then watched a couple episodes of their shared Netflix show before Sarah bowed out for the night. Emma, used to working nights, stayed up for another couple hours before heading to bed herself. *** Emma woke up around 10 o’clock the next morning. She laid in bed for a few more minutes until her bladder demanded that she got up. After a quick stop in the bathroom, Emma made her way into the kitchen, where she found Sarah eating a bowl of cereal. “Good morning.” “Morning, Em.” As Emma gathered the supplies for her own bowl of cereal, she realized the washing machine was running. “Are you doing a load of wash?” Emma asked Sarah. “Yep,” Sarah replied between bites of cereal. “I thought we did all of your laundry yesterday.” Still eating, Sarah nonchalantly answered, “We did. I made more last night. I peed my bed.” “Sarah!” “I know, mom. I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow. Until then, I can only deal with the symptoms.” “I guess… Do you need any help?” “Nope. You slept so late I’ve got everything cleaned up already.” “Oh… Well, what should we do today?” “I’d like to run to the store to pick up some cranberry juice. I heard that helps, and if this is a UTI I’d like to get ahead of it.” “I don’t really think we need anything else. Do you want to take a walk together then?” “Sounds good to me. Then what?” “Screw it. Let’s waste the day. Movie marathon this afternoon?” “That’s actually a good idea. We haven’t done that in a while.” “Great. After breakfast I’ll get cleaned up and we can go to the store.” <><><> The walk to and from the store was fairly uneventful. Of course, Sarah had to pee as soon as they got home, but that was expected. After sorting out snacks and drinks for the first movie, the girls settled down to begin their marathon. Sarah had to pause the first movie twice and the second movie three times to take bathroom breaks, but she couldn’t do anything about that, and Emma, knowing the cause for the constant breaks, didn’t tease her. They made it to their third movie around four o’clock. Sarah had to pause the movie about a third of the way through to allow for a bathroom break. She found she was really into this movie, and as the need to pee returned about an hour later, she decided to hold it until the end of the movie. It can’t be much longer. I’ll just wait, and if it gets really bad, I’ll just run to the bathroom. So she waited, and the cranberry juice she constantly drank steadily filled her bladder. Fifteen minutes later Sarah was pressing her thighs together, trying to ignore the pressure in her bladder. On-screen, the plot was just beginning to unfold, and Sarah was entirely engrossed. At this point, she wasn’t even considering pausing for a break. She unconsciously allowed her body to do whatever it felt was necessary to wait until the end of the movie, which evolved into a sitting pee dance. Emma, noticing her roommate’s constant wigging, asked, “Do you want to pause the movie?” “Nope, I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure? I don’t mind.” “Yep. I’m okay.” Sarah’s reply could have easily been interpreted as “Shut up, I’m watching this,” so Emma let the subject drop. A few minutes later, Sarah felt a wave of pressure in her bladder, and her muscles started to release. Still focused on the movie, Sarah put her hand between her legs to prevent the leak. Seeing Sarah’s obviously desperate state, Emma asked, “Are you sure – “ “Shh!” It can’t be much longer now. Indeed, the plot was nearly wrapped up, and there was just one final twist to be revealed. As Sarah watched intently, her bladder sent another warning pang, but her hands were not enough to prevent a small dribble from dampening her underwear. Oops. It’ll be alright. It’s not even wet. A minute later, her bladder responded to this thought with a sudden, hard spurt that would definitely leave a wet spot in Sarah’s panties. That almost got Sarah to run to the bathroom, but just then, the twist was finally revealed. The movie will be over in just a minute. I can hold it. Just as the final scene ended, Sarah leaked again, and she felt warm wetness on her hand through the crotch of her shorts. She stood up to run to the bathroom, but stopped when she saw “Five years later” appear on the screen. Fuck! Well this can’t be that long, and I have to change now anyway, so I might as well finish the movie. <><><> Emma watched as her friend danced like a toddler in front of the tv. Both hands were in her crotch, and she was alternating legs, bringing one leg up slightly, setting it down, and shifting to the next leg. Emma wasn’t sure why Sarah didn’t just go to the bathroom, but she didn’t want to nag her roommate… She was twenty-one after all. By this point, Emma was more interested in watching Sarah’s antics than watching the movie, and she allowed herself a little pleasure at the sight of a small trickle making its way down Sarah’s right thigh, the light from the tv highlighting its path. Not one second after the credits ended, Sarah ran to the bathroom. Because Sarah once again chose to save time and forego closing the door, Emma could hear Sarah’s pee hitting the water only moments after she entered the bathroom. As she heard Sarah’s stream taper off, Emma asked from the kitchen, “How’d it go?” “I’m going to change into my PJs.” “Weird how that decision was made as you were in the bathroom,” Emma chided. “Shut up. You know I didn’t completely make it.” “I know, but you deserve some teasing for that one. We should write a review for that movie. ‘So good you’ll pee your pants.’” “I’d stand behind that.” The girls laughed at this. Sarah stepped out of the bathroom naked from the waist down, holding her shorts and underwear in her hand, then said, “I’m not quite ready for bed. Do you want to watch some of our show?” “Sure. Want some popcorn?” “Yes! Just let me change quick.” Emma pulled a pack of popcorn from the box in the pantry and set it in the microwave. She found a large bowl while she waited for the contents of the bag to pop. When the microwave finished, she opened the bag, burning her fingers as she does every time, and poured the popcorn into the bowl. Emma picked up the bowl and started to walk toward the living room, having just enough time to wonder where Sarah was when she ran straight into her as she came down the hallway. After a brief display of instinct juggling, Emma managed to keep her grip on the bowl, losing only a handful of pieces to the floor. “Oh my gosh. I’m sorry, Em! Here, I’ll get these ones on the floor.” Sarah squatted to pick up the lost pieces. Emma set the bowl down on the coffee table then returned to the kitchen to help Sarah. As she walked up behind Sarah, she saw Sarah’s shirt had pulled up, and her pajama bottoms had stretched tight over her bottom. Under the stretched material, Emma saw a square bulge covering Sarah’s butt. That looks like… but no. Why would she? The meshy material of the waistband showing between Sarah’s shirt and pants confirmed Emma’s suspicions. That is definitely a pull-up. Emma was surprised to see Sarah still had her supplies from Dr. Walsh’s extra credit assignment. Emma donated hers to the lab to be used in the future classes. She was about to say something to Sarah about her choice of underwear but decided she knew exactly how Sarah would handle this situation, and instead she let Sarah finish cleaning the mess. “All better,” Sarah said as she stood and dropped the pieces in the trash can. As she walked by, Emma lined up and gave her a swat on the butt. If she wasn’t convinced before, she had no doubts after she felt the plastic-like pillow soften the blow. “I knew it!” Emma remarked, intentionally outing Sarah’s underwear in the same manner Sarah had when the situation was reversed several months prior. Sarah yelped in surprise at the blow and turned around with a shocked look on her face, both hands behind her back covering her bottom. Her face softened after a moment, then she said, “So much for keeping that a secret.” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself… So is this just a fashion statement or...?” Sarah chuckled. “No. I’ve had two nighttime accidents…” she paused, “Bleh. That statement made me feel like I was five. Let me try that again.” She assumed a scholarly tone as she said “There have been two incidences of nocturnal incontinence since symptoms revealed themselves. Protection seemed to be the best short-term course of treatment.” Sarah somehow managed to keep a straight face through her explanation, but Emma was laughing by the end of the first sentence. “But yeah, I didn't want to wet the bed again tonight, and I knew I wanted to wear these to bed, so I figured why pull out a fresh pair of panties?" “Well, I’m glad you seem pretty positive about it.” “Yeah. Actually, it’s kind of nice having you know. When I was in goodnites, I was always hiding them. It’s surreal to have you be so matter-of-fact about the whole thing.” “Sarah, you know I’m there for you no matter what, and I only tease you in fun, never to be mean, just the same as you do for me.” “Thanks, Em.” Sarah leaned in to hug Emma, and Emma returned the hug. After a moment, they broke the hug and Sarah said, “Okay, drama hour is over. Let’s start working on this popcorn.” The girls sat down to eat their popcorn and watch an episode of their latest show. Afterwards, they bade each other goodnight as they walked to their respective rooms and went to sleep. *** End of Part 1 *** Thanks for reading! I hope to have part two up after the weekend, but I'll keep you guys in the loop if that changes.
  6. I know it, and I've been looking around for it. Unfortunately, every source I found shows it as unavailable. I think it's been kicked around this site before, so someone might have it downloaded. Sorry about that, I was posting from my mobile and the links didn't copy correctly. I've linked them below in the same order. https://soundcloud.com/talkofshame/episode-3-peeing-your-pants-is-very-cool https://www.buzzsprout.com/206535/828575-05-i-peed-on-your-floor?play=true https://omny.fm/shows/derringer-in-the-morning/the-daily-derringer-podcast-ep-1-another-heir-to-t https://byashleyi.com/the-i-dont-get-it-podcast-episode-43/ http://www.93x.com/2016/08/29/drunk-people-who-pee-their-pants/ https://podtail.com/podcast/always-open/peeing-your-pants-1/ https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/miranda-peed-herself-at-the-county-fair/id1440174293?i=1000428850699 https://wdbr.com/mornings/why-did-you-pee-your-pants-as-an-adult/
  7. Thanks! I found them through a huge misuse of time and research techniques, but we all have to have hobbies. :) I've rounded up a few more. I know there are tons floating around, I just never thought to copy the links before (I know, I know, but the little head thinks in the short term). https://m.soundcloud.com/talkofshame/episode-3-peeing-your-pants-is-very-cool Two girls explain to another why peeing their pants is normal. Starts at 8:45 https://www.buzzsprout.com/206535/828575-05-i-peed-on-your-floor?play=true A woman shares a story of peeing on her friend's floor. Pretty brief. Starts at 26:40 https://omny.fm/shows/derringer-in-the-morning/the-daily-derringer-podcast-ep-1-another-heir-to-t Three hosts (two men and a woman) talk about peeing their pants as adults. Starts at 19:05 https://byashleyi.com/the-i-dont-get-it-podcast-episode-43/ A woman shares a couple stories about peeing her pants laughing. Starts at 22:50 Note: The lead-in to the story is a couple of messing stories. Starts at 21:40 http://www.93x.com/2016/08/29/drunk-people-who-pee-their-pants/ Radio hosts talk about drunk wettings. One host shares stories of a couple girls he witnessed having accidents. Whole clip is relevant. https://podtail.com/podcast/always-open/peeing-your-pants-1/ Sorry, I'm sure this is a repost, but I'd hate to leave it from the list. Women swap stories about peeing their pants. Starts at 22:30. Note: for those who don't know, there is a video version of this out there. https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/miranda-peed-herself-at-the-county-fair/id1440174293?i=1000428850699 Women share a couple stories of wetting their pants. Starts at 34:50. Note: there is some talk of poop desperation leading up to these stories, and a poop accident following. https://wdbr.com/mornings/why-did-you-pee-your-pants-as-an-adult/ The hosts share stories of peeing their pants, then take call-in stories. Whole clip is relevant.
  8. Hello. I'm fairly new to posting here (been a lurker for a long time), but I figured it's about time I start giving back to the board. I know we've got threads for books, movies, and a bunch of other things, but I don't think I've seen a thread for podcasts containing peeing/wetting stories. I've added a few links below to get the ball rolling. Sorry if any of these are reposts. https://www.somethinglikemarriage.com/embarrassment-in-relationship/ Woman tells a story from college of when she couldn’t unbuckle her belt and peed through her jeans into the toilet. Starts at about 13:30 https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/httpwwwbuzzsproutcom100568rss/color-me-dead/e/55408888?autoplay=true Woman pees her pants from laughing while recording the show. Starts at about 41:00 https://podcasts.apple.com/my/podcast/s2-e25-this-is-a-horror-movie-with-patron-lisa-scrubbing-in/id1220565172?i=1000403244491 Women share stories about peeing their pants. Starts at the beginning of the episode https://aabeyondbelief.org/2019/02/06/episode-108-angela-b/ Recovering alcoholic shares story of a time she peed her pants. Starts at 6:30 http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/hoohas-podcast-ep-10-time-i-peed-my-snow-pants-and-other-embarrassing-stories Woman tells story of peeing in borrowed snowpants. Starts at 8:50
  9. I was excited to post the ending to this story, so I managed to get everything wrapped up. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading. A/N: It's probably implied, but just to be on the safe side, none of the jokes listed in this chapter are original. Part 5: The night continued in the same manner. Emma and Sarah spent some time drinking and talking before returning to the dance floor, taking a quick pee break in between. When they were done dancing, they used the bathrooms again, ordered another round of drinks, then sat down for a break. By 10:00, both girls were at the perfect level of drunk. Spirits were high, everything was funny, and they both swayed with the music as they sat and talked. Nicole found them shortly after 10:00. She had clearly spent her time away from them drinking as much as possible. “Hi guys!” Nicole shouted. “Hey, Nicole,” Sarah replied, “How’s it going?” “Great. I met a guy named Brad. He’s buying us all some shots,” Nicole responded in short, slurred sentences. Nicole took her seat at their table, and the guy Emma had seen with Nicole earlier arrived with a tray of drinks. “I always believed that the best way to introduce yourself is with a drink offer. My name's Brad, and I figured three shots for everyone would get this party going,” Brad said as he joined the table. “Thanks so much! I’m Emma.” “Yes, thank you! I’m Sarah. Nice to meet you.” They each drank a shot. The conversation flowed easily. They each took a second shot, then Nicole stood up. “Brad and I are going to head out for the night.” “Okay. You guys have a ride?” Sarah asked. “Yes. Brad’s friend is going to pick us up.” “Sounds good. Be safe. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” “It was nice meeting you guys. Feel free to finish these up,” Brad said, referring to the remaining shots. “Thanks! It was nice meeting you too.” Nicole and Brad made their exit, and Sarah turned to Emma. “He seems nice, and he left all these shots.” “I’m not sure I need any more.” “Come on, do at least one more with me.” “Fine.” The roommates took another shot. They had been drinking for over nine hours by then, and both were heavily intoxicated. Sarah, having had more drinks, seemed to be sneaking past happy-drunk and straight into blindingly drunk. Despite this, the girls managed to strike up another conversation. Their conversation carried on until Sarah suddenly burst into laughter. “What is it, Sarah?” Emma asked. After a moment, Sarah responded through her laughter, “I might just be drunk, but that sign is hilarious.” She pointed above the bar. Emma turned to see a sign that said “Liquor, because no good story ever started with a salad.” Emma normally would have only chuckled at this, but Sarah’s laughter was infectious. She laughed, then said, “Sarah, that’s not even a good pun.” “Do you know a better one?” “Sure.” Emma thought for a moment. “Why did the mushroom get invited to the party?” “Why?” “Because he’s a fungi.” The girls broke into another fit of laughter. Emma’s laughter caused her bladder to press. Oh, I should really go to the bathroom soon. She was about to say so, when Sarah asked: “What do you call an alligator wearing a vest?” “What?” “An investigator.” Another laughing fit broke out. Emma was really feeling the pressure in her bladder. She pressed her legs together. Not to be outdone, she thought, One more joke, then we’ll go pee. “What did one horse say to the other horse?” “What?” “Why the long face?” The girls lost it. They went from the normal deep, loud laughter to the soundless, gut wrenching laughter people have when all control is lost. Emma’s bladder threatened to release if she did not control her laughter. She grabbed her crotch for support, but she could not stop laughing. “Sarah, I have to – “ but looking up, she saw Sarah was also having her own fit, and Emma’s laughter came back in full. It was too much for her muscles. She felt a spurt slip past her control, forced out by her contracting abdominal muscles. “Sarah –“. Somehow, through her own laughter, Sarah cut Emma off. “What do you call a potato with a penis?” “No, Sarah, I really can’t –“ “What do you call a potato with a penis?” Emma relented. “What?” “A dictator!” That was it. Emma wasn’t sure if the laughter was too much for her bladder, or if she simply gave up. All she knew was she was laughing harder than she ever had in her life, and she was releasing a steady stream of pee at the same time. Her crotch filled with warmth, which quickly spread to her bottom. Beneath the hand that was gripping her crotch, she could feel as her stream hit the padding and absorbed into the material, making the pullup squishy beneath her hand. Emma, still laughing, kept peeing until there was no pee left in her body. Both girls continued laughing for another minute before they regained control. It wasn’t until the fit was over that Emma was able to comprehend her situation. I just wet myself. Again. I have to go home… But I can’t leave Sarah here alone. “Sarah, I think it’s time we went home.” “Yeah, I think so too.” Then, struck by a thought, Sarah said, “But we have to finish these shots first.” “No, Sarah, I don’t really want to. I think I’ve had enough.” “Suit yourself.” Before Emma could say anything, Sarah knocked back both drinks. “Okay, we can go now.” The girls got up and began to make their way to the exit. Emma stole a glance at the bathrooms as she considered ditching the soaked pullup for the walk home. She saw a line of girls waiting outside. That, plus Sarah’s apparent lack of interest in the bathrooms, made up Emma’s mind. She would have to wait until she got home to remedy her situation. Emma and Sarah made it out of the bar. Sarah clicked her key fab to make her car honk, ensuring it was locked. The bar heavily discouraged drinking and driving and allowed its patrons to leave their cars in the parking lot overnight. Emma and Sarah had planned to do just that and walk home, seeing as their apartment was only a ten-minute walk from the bar. However, Sarah threw a wrench in this plan. The moment they stepped outside, Sarah was hit in full force by all the alcohol she had consumed throughout the night. She fell into a staggering walk that was so bad that Emma had to wrap an arm around her waist for support. They went about their journey in this way. They made little progress, and after ten minutes, they weren’t even half way home. Suddenly, Sarah stopped. “Emma, I have to pee,” she blurted drunkenly. “Okay. We’ll be home soon.” This answer seemed to temporarily please Sarah, but five minutes later she stopped again. “I reaaaallly have to pee.” “Well we’re almost home. Just keep walking and you can pee when we get there.” “I’m want to pee now.” “Sarah, there’s nowhere to pee here. Let’s just get home.” “I’ll just go in my pants.” Emma considered letting this happen. At least I wouldn’t be the only one then. Then she realized that Sarah was in no condition to clean herself up, and that responsibility would fall on her. “Please don’t pee in your pants.” “It’s fine. I’m still wearing the pullup.” “You can’t pee in your pullup on purpose.” “Yes I can. When I visited my aunt when I was fifteen and she made me wear goodnites, I woke up having to pee one night. I didn’t want to get out of bed, and, since I was wearing a goodnite, I just peed in my bed and went back to sleep. Everyone just thought I had an accident.” Emma stored this information for future teasing. For now, she said, “Okay, but I’m the one who is helping you get home and get to bed. I’d really like to not have to deal with your wet pullup.” This seemed to get through Sarah’s alcohol-burdened mind. “I’ll try to hold it, but we have to hurry.” “That’s what I’ve been trying to do.” Five minutes later they were standing outside their apartment. Sarah was using one hand to support herself, and the other to hold her crotch. Emma was unlocking the door. “I have to pee.” “I know, Sarah. Just hold it for one more minute.” Emma got the door open and helped Sarah straight to the bathroom. Sarah stood in front of the toilet as Emma pulled down her pants and pullup. Sarah started peeing the instant she sat down. “Sarah, I’m going to get you something to sleep in. I’ll be right back.” “I just need a shirt. I usually sleep in my underwear.” “Okay.” Emma walked to Sarah’s room, turned on the light, and found the dresser. She opened a few drawers until she found some shirts that looked like they could be sleep shirts. Emma grabbed the top one, turned off the light, and returned to the bathroom. Sarah was sitting on the toilet, supposedly done peeing, but she had not accomplished anything in the way of getting ready for bed. In fact, she seemed to be falling asleep on the toilet. I guess we’re going full babysitter mode now. “Sarah let’s take off your scrub top.” Sarah cooperatively moved her arms as Emma lifted the top over her head. Emma rolled the sleep shirt and then pulled it down over Sarah. Next, Emma squatted down to take off Sarah’s shoes. As she squatted, Emma felt her wet pullup shift, reminding her that she had to take care of herself yet before she could go to bed. She removed Sarah’s shoes, followed by her pants, and then helped her stand up. Deciding a dry pullup was as good as any underwear, Emma pulled Sarah’s pullup into place between her legs. She determined that Sarah would survive without brushing her teeth for one night. “Okay, Sarah, we’re going to go to bed now.” Sarah silently followed Emma to her bed, wearing only a pullup and a t-shirt which did nothing to cover the pullup. Emma pulled back the covers, helped Sarah into bed, and covered her. “Thanks for a good night, Sarah. I’ll see you in the morning.” Sarah was already asleep. Emma crossed the hall to her room. From her dresser, she pulled a purple sleep shirt, a pair of red granny-panties, and a pair of formfitting yet comfortable grey sweatpants. She took this to the bathroom to ready herself for bed. Emma’s first concern was the pullup. She pulled down her pants and revealed her shame. To tired and drunk to be embarrassed, Emma let the stained, swollen garment drop to the floor with a wet “plop”. She picked it up and deposited it in the bathroom trashcan. Then, using soap and a washcloth, Emma cleaned herself, drying with a towel. Emma removed her scrub top and bra, then redressed in the clothes she pulled from her dresser. She brushed her teeth, scooped up her clothes, and walked to her room. She left the clothes in a pile on the floor and crawled into bed. A look at the clock told her it was past 12:30. Emma turned out her light, rolled over, and fell into a deep, alcohol-assisted sleep. *** The first thing Emma noticed when she woke up was that she felt awful. Her mouth was dry, her head hurt, and she felt like she hadn’t slept at all. Emma looked at the clock. Almost 11:00. I got ten hours of sleep. I don’t know why I feel like I need more. The next thing Emma noticed was that her bladder was full. She wasn’t desperate, but she could feel she was due for a long pee. Not feeling like getting up yet, Emma picked up her phone. She started mindlessly scrolling through social media sites. About ten minutes later, Emma’s bladder would wait no longer. She reluctantly got out of bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom. Emma pulled down her sweatpants and panties, sat on the toilet, and released her bladder. She felt immediate relief as her overworked bladder emptied of all the liquid it collected while she had slept. Emma woke with a start, with her phone on her chest, open to Facebook. When did I get back in bed? Emma started to sit up, and that’s when she noticed a dampness around her hips. No! I didn’t… Emma reached a hand under the covers and touched her crotch. Her hand was met by the soaking, slightly warm, material of her sweatpants. She flung the blankets off of her. Everything was drenched. Looking down at herself, Emma could see a large stain on her sweatpants that centered on her crotch and worked around her upper thighs and groin area. On the bed beneath her, Emma saw the sheets were soaked from just above her butt all the way down to her knees. She jumped out of bed and started stripping the bedding, her wet clothes clinging to her in the process. Emma dumped the small collection of dirty clothes from her hamper to make room for her bedding, then she filled it with the ball of soiled sheets and blankets. Emma removed her shirt and sweatpants and added them to the pile in her hamper. She looked down at her red panties. They were soaking wet as well. A dark stain spread halfway up the front, and Emma knew there wasn’t a dry spot on the back of her panties. She removed them too. Completely naked, Emma crossed her room and opened her door. Sarah’s door was still closed. Emma made a quick sprint across the hall and into the bathroom. After a hot shower to clean herself off, Emma wrapped herself in a towel to return to her room. She went to her dresser to pick out some clean clothes. She pulled on a purple pair of panties, some loose-fitting black sweatpants, and a plain yellow t-shirt. When Emma turned around, she was greeted by a large, drying stain on her mattress. I need to clean the mattress or it’s going to stain, but I don’t know how to clean a mattress. I need some help. Determining that her pride was a lost cause, Emma left her room and walked to Sarah’s room. She knocked on the door. When she got no reply, she entered the room. Sarah was curled under her blankets, snoring lightly, obviously still enjoying the sleeping effects of alcohol. Emma felt bad waking her up, but she didn’t know what else to do. She nudged her friend. “Sarah.” Sarah stirred. “Sarah wake up.” Sarah opened her eyes, then quickly closed them again. “Em? What time is it?” She asked with her eyes closed. “It’s a little after eleven.” “Why are you waking me up?” “I need your help.” “With what?” Emma paused, then said, “I wet my bed.” Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Emma. “How bad?” “Bad. It’s completely soaked. I need to do something about the mattress, but I’m not sure how to clean it. I thought you might know how.” Sarah rubbed her face and took in a deep breath. “Fine, fine. I’m getting up.” As she pushed herself into a sitting position, a puzzled look crossed her face. “What?..” She reached a hand under her blanket, and her eyes widened a moment later. “Oh… Em? Did you leave me in the pullup when you put me in bed last night?” “Yeah, I’m sorry. It was clean, so I didn’t really see a point in putting us both through the process of changing your underwear.” “No, it’s fine. Actually, it was probably a good thing. I didn’t fair much better than you.” “What do you mean?” In response, Sarah uncovered herself and moved to the end of the bed, planting her feet on the floor. They both stared down at Sarah’s pullup, which was swollen nearly to the size of the diaper Emma wet after her final and yellow throughout the entire padded area on the front. When Sarah stood up, the crotch of the pullup drooped down under the weight of Sarah’s nocturnal release, leaving a slight gap between the pullup and her body. Emma giggled when she saw this. “Whoa, Sarah! You peed so much, that pullup is trying to take itself off.” “You’d better watch it, or I’ll make sure that stain on your mattress stays forever,” Sarah replied in good nature. Then, turning to her bed, “I think my bed is dry though. It looks like these overnight pullups hold up to the job.” When Sarah turned around, Emma saw that the back of the pullup was just as soaked as the front. The padding was wide and covered all of Sarah’s butt, but Emma could not see a single white spot anywhere on the padding. Once Sarah confirmed that her bed was dry, she turned back around. “Let me clean myself up, then I’ll be right in to help you. Grab some rags and a scrub brush while you wait.” Sarah made her way out of the room. Emma watched as the swollen padding made Sarah waddle slightly, and the drooping bottom wiggled back and forth with each step. Emma left the room as well and gathered the supplies Sarah asked for. Sarah met her in her bedroom ten minutes later with a pile of cleaning supplies in her hands and a large, mocking smile on her face. “So, Em, when I was cleaning up, I took off my pullup and put it in the trash, and I couldn’t help but notice that mine wasn’t the only peed-in pullup in there.” Emma blushed. “Do you remember telling jokes before we left the bar?” Sarah thought for a second, the said, “Vaguely.” “Well, I kind of had to pee, and I was laughing so hard that it just all came out.” Sarah laughed. “It’s okay. I know the feeling. I’m just amused at the number of times you peed your pants in one week.” “Well, at least I didn’t purposely wet my diaper at fifteen years old.” Sarah stopped short. “Oh yeah, I forgot I said that. I guess you’ve got all my secrets now.” The girls set about the work, talking merrily about the previous night as they went. *** The rest of the week passed quickly for the roommates. Emma and Sarah spent Thursday recovering from Wednesday night’s festivities. They were able to get Emma’s mattress clean, and, with the help of a fan, the bed was dried in time for Emma to sleep in that night. They went out for some light drinking on Friday, and the rest of the weekend was free for the girls to take a well-deserved break. Emma was sitting on the couch on Saturday when she received and email from Professor Welsh. The email read: Emma, I hope this email finds you well. I don’t usually reach out to students individually regarding assignments, but I felt this was warranted. As you are my advisee, I wanted to ensure that you are always comfortable with seeing me for any questions you have. With that in mind, I wanted to tell you that the events of our meeting on Wednesday will remain between you and I, unless you choose otherwise. I have also decided that, in light of your commitment to the assignment, you deserved double the extra credit. This will be reflected in your final grade. Enjoy your summer, and I look forward to seeing you in the Fall. Thank you, Professor Welsh. Emma appreciated the email. She knew Professor Welsh would never tell anybody about her accident, but it was still nice to get the email. Looking back on everything, Emma was glad she did the assignment. She experienced a lot, grew closer to her best friend, and, hopefully, nothing she ever did would be as embarrassing. *** The End.
  10. Good morning, guys. I just wanted to start off by saying thanks for all the support. It might sound corny, but it means a lot to a first-time writer. That being said, I've got good news (i think it's good, anyway) and I've got bad new. The good news is that I started writing what I originally planned to be the final part, and it ending up being twice as long as the other parts. I decided to split the final part, so this story will now have five parts! The bad news is the fourth part ended up with a little less "action" than I planned. There should still be enough to keep everyone happy :). Enjoy! Part 4: Sarah’s stream finally came to an end nearly half a minute later. “I have never had to pee so bad in my life,” Sarah said as she finished emptying her bladder and wiped herself clean. “Yeah, me neither,” Emma sulked in reply. “Well,” Sarah said while inspecting her pullup, “if it makes you feel any better, I definitely lost a squirt when you pulled me into the bathroom.” Apparently deciding the damage was minimal, Sarah pulled her underwear up, followed by her scrub bottoms. Emma watched Sarah finish dressing, trying to ignore the soggy padding between her own legs. “I really need to change. Can you take me home?” “I can, but there’s no cover charge at the bar before 2:00. If we go home now, we’ll probably miss it. Are you able to clean up here?” Emma thought about this. “I mean, I guess I could. I did wear my volleyball shorts, so I can just use those as underwear. Can you soap up some paper towels while I get this thing off?” “Sure.” Emma had undressed in front of Sarah before. Being roommates for three years allowed a certain level of comfortableness to grow between the girls. Emma pulled down her scrub bottoms. Beneath her shorts, the diaper had swollen with the contents of her bladder. Emma pulled down her shorts and got her first look at the results of her accident. The first thing she noticed was yellow. The diaper she put on this morning had been a plain, functional white, but the diaper she stared at now was colored pale yellow throughout. The discolored crotch of the garment hung heavy with pee, and Emma could see how the urine had spread up the front of the diaper, soaking the padding to the top. Sarah finished preparing the paper towels, turned off the tap, turned around, and took in the sight of her best friend standing in a soaked diaper. She couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m sorry, but geez, you really didn’t save anything for the toilet, huh?” “It was your fault. If you hadn’t bought me a coffee, I wouldn’t have had to pee so badly.” Emma angrily tore at the tapes of her diaper. She removed one tape on each side of the diaper and immediately felt it shift. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t poke fun. It’s okay, Em, these things happen sometimes. Trust me, I should know.” Seeing Emma struggle with the tapes, Sarah asked, “Do you need help?” Emma wanted to refuse, but she could not see how to remove the tapes without letting the diaper spill into her crumpled pants below her. She had been able to remove Saturday’s experimental diaper without an issue, but the current pee-laden diaper was much heavier. “I guess…” “What should I do?” “Can you, like, hold it so it doesn’t fall?” “Uh… yeah.” Sarah walked closer to Emma. “Where should I, um, put my hands?” “Underneath, I guess. I don’t really see how else to do it.” “Okay, but you better have no doubts about who your best friend is after this.” Sarah slowly moved her hands between Emma’s legs. She placed one hand on Emma’s rear, in line with the crease of her butt. The other hand Sarah placed on the front of Emma’s crotch. Although she did not have sexual feelings for other girls, Emma still felt her skin tingle at touch in her sensitive areas. “Okay, I’m ready,” Sarah said once her hands were in place. Emma tore the remaining tapes from the front of the diaper. Sarah’s hands fell slightly as the diaper lost the support of Emma’s waist, but she steadied her hold and then drew the diaper from between Emma’s legs. Sarah took the diaper to the large trashcan in the corner of the bathroom and dropped it in, not bothering to ball it. She then grabbed the soapy paper towel from the sink and returned to Emma. Emma wiped herself clean, dried with a second paper towel provided by Sarah, then pulled her shorts up. The instant her shorts were up, Emma felt a cool wetness on the inside of her thighs, and she took her shorts back down. Seeing this, Sarah asked, “What’s wrong?” “I think the diaper leaked a little.” A quick inspection confirmed her suspicions. There was a small wet patch down each leg of the shorts. “I can’t wear these. I’m sorry, Sarah, but we’ll have to go home. I can’t go all night without underwear.” “Did your pants get wet?” Emma felt the crotch and legs of her pants. “No, it looks like they were loose enough to stay clear.” “In that case, I might have a spare pair of underwear that you can wear.” “You do?” “Sort of… Nicole didn’t do her extra credit.” *** “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” The girls sat in the front seats of Sarah’s car. They had left the school ten minutes before and were just pulling into the parking lot of the local college bar. “I don’t know what you’re so worried about.” “I just finished changing the diaper I peed in this morning. I peed so much that I peed through the diaper and into my only pair of underwear. Now, instead of going home, you have me in yet another diaper that –“ “It’s a pullup.” “Whatever. Now I’m supposed to wear this pullup to a bar where half our class will be.” “Emma, relax. It’s a pullup, not a diaper. Nobody could tell you were wearing a diaper under your scrubs this morning, so they definitely won’t know about the pullup. It goes up and down, so, if you don’t pee in them, you can just pretend they’re normal underwear.” “Sarah,” Emma growled. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Last joke for the night. I promise I won’t bring it up while we’re out… Besides, I’m still wearing mine too. You won’t be alone. We’ll get a few drinks in you, and you’ll forget all about it.” Emma sighed. “Okay, let’s go.” They got out of the car and walked into the bar. The security guard checked and scanned their IDs before letting them through. The bar was just one large room, plus a set of bathrooms in the corner. During the summer, the establishment acted as a normal bar, but they catered to the college students during the rest of the year, creating more of a club atmosphere. In reality, the owners just hired a DJ and dimmed the lights, but the students seemed to be fooled, especially with the aid of copious amounts of alcohol. Emma and Sarah crossed the wooden dance floor to reach the bar. “What can I get you?” The bartender asked as the girls approached. “Two shots of vodka, and two Woo-woos, please,” Sarah answered expertly. “Sure thing.” “Sarah, I don’t want to drink too fast,” Emma told her friend. “It’ll be alright. This shot is just to get us started.” The bartender had poured the two shots by this point. Sarah picked both up and handed one to Emma. “To making it through finals. Just one year to go!” They “clinked” the plastic cups and downed the shots. When the bartender returned with the remaining drinks, Sarah handed him her credit card. “Do you want to start a tab?” “Yes, please,” she answered, then turned to Emma. “We’ll work out the bill tomorrow.” “Sounds good.” The girls walked to the far side of the room where a small grouping of tables and chairs were located. “What is a Woo-woo, anyway?” Emma asked as they sat down. “It’s like a vodka-cranberry, except its one of those mysterious drinks that uses extra liquor to hide the alcohol flavor. Try it.” Emma took a taste, and found it tasted like a homemade fruit punch. “This is great!” “I told you you’d like it.” “Is Nicole still coming? I know it’s still early, but I figured she wouldn’t be too far behind us,” Emma asked. “I think so.” Sarah scanned the small crowd of students that had formed already. It was a tradition at their university for the students to go straight to this bar, scrubs and all, on their last day of finals. Sarah saw ten or fifteen of their scrub-clad classmates, but none that looked like Nicole. “Yeah, I don’t see her. I wonder where Nicole is.” “You must be blind. I’m right here.” Emma and Sarah turned to see Nicole approaching from the bar, carrying a drink of her own. “You made it!” Sarah exclaimed. “This calls for another shot!” Nicole smiled, placed her drink on the table, and said, “Way ahead of you.” She returned to the bar and came back with three small cups. The trio raised their cups in a toast, then downed the drinks simultaneously. Emma was beginning to feel the warm flush of alcohol, and decided she was going to milk her drink for a while. She also noticed that, counter to tradition, Nicole was dressed in a tight pink shirt and skinny jeans. “Hey, why aren’t you wearing your scrubs?” Emma asked. Nicole blushed and shushed Emma. She then leaned over the table and said, “You guys can’t tell anyone, okay?” The other two nodded in agreement. “I peed in them.” “What!” both Emma and Sarah exclaimed. “Shhh… I didn’t get the chance to pee before Welsh’s final. I had to go so bad I was wriggling and holding myself. I thought I could hold it until the end of the exam, but then I peed a little on accident. I knew I couldn’t wait, so I quickly finished the essay questions and guessed on a few multiple choice questions. I raised my hand to turn in the exam, and as I waited for Welsh to take it, I thought I was going to completely pee my pants in front of the whole class, but I held it, and she let me go. I made it out of the classroom, and that's when I started to pee. I just had no control. By the time I got into the bathroom, it was already down my legs, and I just gave up. I stood in the middle of the bathroom and just peed through my pants. It was embarrassing, but it felt so good to let go. When I was done, I just stood in the middle of my puddle. I didn’t know what to do. Then Professor Watts, my stats professor, walked in and saw me. She told me to go get cleaned up, and she would call a janitor. So I just ran out and went straight home,” Nicole finished, face blushing, and buried her hands in her face. Sarah laughed. “So it’s your fault.” Nicole looked up. “What is?” “I had to pee after the final too. When we got to the bathroom, it was closed for cleaning. Your puddle almost made me pee in my pants too.” Nicole just stared at Sarah for a moment, then all three girls broke into laughter. *** The afternoon wore on, and the three classmates continued to chat, gossip, and drink. After another two drinks apiece, Sarah broke the conversation. “I don’t know about you guys, but I think I’m going to have to break the seal.” “I was about to say the same thing,” Emma replied. Nicole agreed with a, “Me too.” The girls stood up and crossed the large room the corner containing the bathrooms. Still being early, only about 3:30, they happily found no line for the three-stall bathroom and each entered a stall. Emma pulled down her pants and reached for her panties, only to realize she wasn’t wearing panties. Sarah was right. I forgot all about the pullup. She pulled the pullup down and sat on the toilet. As she started to pee, Emma looked down at the padded garment around her knees. She was surprised to find that, in contrast to her earlier diaper, the pullup did make her feel childish. The underwear screamed “Just in case”, as if making it to the toilet was not the norm for her. It isn’t today. You were 50/50 before this pee. Emma shook the thoughts from her head, wiped, redressed, and met the others at the sinks. Bladders empty, the group returned to their table, stopping at the bar first to grab another round. They continued drinking and talking for another couple hours. Having broken the seal, a bathroom break was necessary every forty-five minutes or so. The bar continued to fill up as afternoon turned to evening, and at 6:00, the lights dimmed, and the first DJ started up. “Do you guys want to dance?” Emma asked. “Sure, but I think I want one more drink first,” Sarah answered. Emma felt like she needed a break from drinking. She already had seven drinks over the last four hours. “I think I’ll pass on the drink for now.” “I’m still going for it. Are you coming, Nicole?” “Yep.” “We’ll catch up with you in a minute, okay, Em?” “That’s fine. I’ll be on the floor.” Emma made her way to the floor and fought her way into the middle of the crowd. Emma loved dancing, but she really didn’t know what she was doing and didn’t want to look like an idiot dancing alone on the outside of the floor. The DJ was good, and Emma quickly lost herself in the music. Halfway through the first song, a guy started to dance with her. Emma enjoyed having a dance partner and the closeness that came with it. She even allowed him to get a little handsy after a couple songs. He worked his hands down to her waist, where he held them for a moment before sliding them over her hips. Finally, the guy, acting as if he was being subtle, moved his hands around Emma to grab her butt. Emma didn’t panic until she realized there was something between his hand and her butt, then she remembered her pullup. She stepped back, and the guy let his hands drop. Looking at him, Emma calmed down as she realized he hadn’t noticed anything odd. Emma decided it was a good time to lose her dance partner anyway. “I’ve got to go find my friend. It was nice dancing with you.” He returned the sentiment and walked away, seemingly unhurt by the abrupt end. Luckily, Emma had no trouble finding Sarah, as Sarah was just making her way to the floor. “Took you long enough.” “Yeah, we might have had another shot along with that drink.” Emma detected a slight slur in Sarah’s speech. “Still feeling okay?” “Yep! I’m having a great time! Do you want to dance?” “Sure!” Emma and Sarah often danced together when they went out, especially when they were not out to meet guys. Tonight, the roommates were just out to celebrate the end of the semester together. Nicole seemed to have other plans. Having followed Sarah to the dance floor, Nicole quickly found her own dance partner, a tall guy wearing a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts. Sarah and Emma continued to dance. The growing and moving crowd caused the couple to lose sight of Nicole, but they figured they would catch up with her later. Emma let herself get lost in the music again, moving her body with the beat. Five songs later, Emma was brought back to reality when she was bumped in the abdomen, bringing her focus to her bladder for the first time in over an hour. She wasn’t desperate, but her bladder was certainly pressing for release. “I really have to pee,” Emma yelled to Sarah over the music. “Oh. Me too. Quick, let’s go.” It took them a couple minutes to work their way off the dance floor, but they were eventually free to finish their trip to the bathroom. Once there, Emma was disappointed to see a line inside the bathroom. Emma took her spot in line, with Sarah behind her. It looked like the line was caused by a lack of stalls. One stall had an open door, and Emma could see a girl was kneeling in front of the toilet, with her friend standing next to her, holding her hair back. I can’t believe how drunk everyone is, and it’s not even 8:00. In another stall, this one with a closed door, another girl was having a very noisy bowel movement, exacerbating the shortage of stalls. Emma wasn’t worried. She wasn’t having an emergency yet, and there were only three people in front of her. Emma noticed the girl directly ahead of her was wearing scrubs, indicating she was one of their classmates. She also observed that the girl was desperate to pee. She was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down. I know how you feel. Emma turned to talk to Sarah. “It looks like everyone is really looking to be trashed by the end of the night.” “That’s the general idea. I’m well on my way. I’ve had,” she counted mentally, “eleven drinks already.” “Eleven! Do you think you should slow down?” “Na. I’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll drag me home and throw me in bed, right?” Emma laughed. “I guess I can do that.” Emma was almost to the front of the line now. It was just her desperate classmate, then her. Out of boredom and curiosity, Emma looked to see how her classmate was fairing. To her surprise, she seemed to be doing fine. In fact, she looked like she didn’t even have to pee. She was standing still, almost nonchalantly, and she no longer had her hand between her legs. That’s strange. The stall door opened, one obviously intoxicated girl left, and Emma’s not-so-desperate classmate entered. Emma waited. A couple minutes later, the girl was still in the stall, and Emma hadn’t even heard a trickle of pee. I really hope she’s not here to poop. I really have to pee now. The abundant amounts of liquids Emma had consumed throughout the night were filling her bladder more quickly as the night continued. Now, Emma was discreetly pressing her thighs together as she waited. A minute later the toilet flushed, and Emma’s classmate left the stall. Emma rushed in, pulled down her pants and pullup, and started peeing. As she peed, Emma let her eyes wander the stall, taking in the graffiti left by former occupants. In time, her eyes landed on the sanitary can in the stall. Emma saw it was overflowing, and holding the lid open was a large, yellowed pullup. That girl must have done the extra credit too! And she wet herself right in front of me without me noticing! Emma heard a knock at the door. “Emma, hurry up. I’m about to pee my pants,” Sarah shouted, her sense of embarrassment inhibited by alcohol. Emma wiped, flushed, and pulled up her pants. She opened the door to see Sarah holding her crotch and bouncing up and down. Sarah ran past Emma and slammed the door. Emma heard pee splashing into the toilet two seconds later. She laughed to herself and washed her hands at the sink, then waited for Sarah outside the bathroom. When Sarah came out, Emma asked, “Did you make it?” “Yep. All dry.” Sarah smiled. “Do I get a treat?” “How about another drink?” “I was hoping you’d say that.” *** End of Part 4 Again, sorry for the short part, but I wanted to get something up here. I've got 85% of the final part ready to go, so it shouldn't be too long.
  11. Thank you for all the support! I managed to get part 3 together. Enjoy! A/N: I started writing Emma's thoughts in Italics. I think it makes it a little easier to read, but I'm open to suggestions. Part 3: Tuesday morning found Emma and Sarah sharing a breakfast of coffee and buttered toast in the nook adjacent to their kitchen. With both girls having worked the day before, breakfast was a silent affair as the roommates allowed themselves the leisurely wake-up not often afforded to college students. With the toast gone and the coffee mugs empty, the light breakfast came to an end. As the post-breakfast cleanup process began, Emma, feeling ready to face her day, broke the silence. “So, we should probably talk about our plans for the next couple days.” “Yeah, I was thinking that too… I’ve got work this afternoon, and then I’m going to Nicole’s to help her study for her eight o’clock final.” Sarah responded, referring to their mutual classmate. “Nicole has two finals back-to-back?” “Yep. She has stats first thing in the morning, with our geriatrics final right after. She really pulled the short straw on the finals schedule.” “No kidding… Will you be staying at her place then?” “Probably. Although, I was planning on carpooling with you tomorrow so we only have to take one car to the bar after the exam. Maybe I can swing by tomorrow morning and pick you up? Probably about 9. That’ll leave us time for a quick cram session at the school.” “Sounds good to me.” “Do you want to review one more time before I have to get ready for work?” “Please.” With their plans made, Emma and Sarah set about their studies. At noon Sarah showered and dressed, said her goodbyes, then left for work. Emma believed that the best way to perform well on an exam was to study hard until the last day and then give your mind a break. Following this strategy, she spent the rest of the afternoon watching mindless shows on Netflix. After her break, Emma got ready and left to complete her final shift for the week. *** Emma was jolted from her sleep by the sound of her alarm clock. She did not usually need an alarm to wake up, but the final customer did not leave until almost 11:00 pm the previous night, which left Emma crawling into bed at 12:30 am. She let her hand fall on the snooze button, silencing the alarm, then stared groggily at the face of the clock, watching as it changed from 8:30 to 8:31. Emma continued this practice, perhaps momentarily drifting back to sleep, until the alarm renewed its endeavors at 8:35. This time she switched off the alarm and rolled out of bed. A quick trek across the hall took Emma to the bathroom, where she used the toilet, brushed her hair and teeth, and completed the other basic morning processes. Returning to her room, Emma removed her pajamas, inattentively kicking them toward the hamper. She walked to her closet clad only in her beige panties, scooping a bra from her dresser drawer and hooking it in place on the way. Emma found her scrub top and pants where she had hung them last Thursday, when she had washed them after she had… Emma felt a blush rise in her cheeks. Definitely still not over that. But that does remind me, I’ve got an extra credit assignment to complete today. Emma pulled a diaper decisively from the open package. There was no time for her wishy-washy attitude today, and Saturday’s antics had confirmed the completion of the assignment. Emma clinically removed her panties and unfolded the diaper, trying to act as if this was a normal part of her day. She placed the diaper on the bed and diapered herself in the same fashion as before. Her task quickly accomplished, Emma grabbed her scrub bottoms and had one leg in before remembering Sarah’s advice. Letting the pants drop to the floor, she went to her dresser with her bra and diaper on full display, hearing the dreaded chshh accompanying each step. Emma rummaged through her dresser, eventually finding her volleyball shorts. Though they are generally considered outerwear, she figured they would be perfect for the task. Emma pulled the spandex shorts on over her diaper and looked down at herself. Unlike her pajamas, the normally skintight shorts left no doubt as to what was hidden beneath. Crossing the room back to her scrubs, Emma was pleased to notice that the sounds of her underwear were indeed stifled. She finished dressing in her blue scrub top and black scrub pants and checked the time. 8:50, barely enough time to have some toast before heading out. It wasn’t exactly brain food, but it would have to do. Just then, Emma received a text from Sarah. Sarah: On my way. I’ve got coffee and sandwiches. Meet me outside in five. Emma: Thanks! Be right out. Emma grabbed her backpack and walked outside, the thought of a surprise coffee making her forget to be embarrassed about wearing a diaper in public. Sarah pulled into the parking lot and parked sideways across a few spaces, not bothering to shut off her car. Emma ran to the passenger door and got in. “Thanks so much! I was just about to try to be excited about some dry toast when you texted me,” Emma told her friend as she received her coffee and sandwich. “No problem. I stopped at the store near the coffee shop anyway.” “What did you need from the store?” Sarah offered her a sly smile and replied, “I couldn’t let you be alone.” Sarah slid down the waistband of her scrub bottoms, revealing a mesh-like underwear with the beginnings of a pad showing at the top of the crotch, betraying the underwear’s intended purpose. “You’re wearing a diaper?!” “Well a pullup really, but it is for adults.” “That’s cheating.” “Hey, I knew I’d be changing in the public bathroom of the coffee shop, so I needed something easy. Besides, I bought the thickest ones I could find.” “Well, jokes aside, I really do appreciate the support.” “No problem… You are wearing yours, right?” Emma patted her crotch, allowing the telltale “poof” to answer Sarah’s question. “Awesome. Nicole’s going to wear one too. I’ve got one for her in my bag. She’ll change right before our final.” “You’re the best. I was worried I’d be standing outside Welsh’s office all alone, telling everyone that I’m the only person dumb enough to wear a diaper.” “Well, there will be at least three of us, but I don’t know if that says more or less about our intelligence.” The friends laughed, and Sarah began the drive to the school. *** It was 9:30 by the time Emma and Sarah made it to the small study lounge on the same floor as their classroom. The coffees and sandwiches were gone by then, consumed during the ride to the school. The girls found the study lounge empty when they arrived. “Wasn’t Nicole supposed to meet us here?” Emma asked. “Thought so. She must be wrapping up her stats final. We can study while we wait.” They pulled out their notes and did a brief review of the materials. At 9:45, Nicole still had not shown, and Sarah began to pack up. “We’d better leave. Welsh locks her door at 10:00, and I have to pee before we start.” “Yeah, me too,” Emma replied. They walked to the public bathroom located between the lounge and the classroom in which their final would take place. Emma was able to forget what she was wearing while she was sitting and focused on her studies, but walking immediately reminded her of the padding between her legs. This prompted a horrifying realization. She couldn’t put the diaper on once it was removed. If she took it off now, she wouldn’t get her extra credit. “Sarah.” “What?” “I can’t… take this off,” Emma said, gesturing toward her lower waist. “Why… Oh. Do you have to pee?” Emma assessed her bladder. She did not have to pee, but she would be able to, and she always peed before an exam. “Not really have to pee, but the exam is two hours long. What should I do?” “Get done early.” “Thanks.” “I don’t really know, Em. The choices are kind of clear. You can take that off and pee now or hold it and get your extra credit.” Emma considered this. “I can hold it.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. I’ve got this. I need the extra credit.” “Okay, well don’t be offended, but I’m still going to pee.” Sarah entered the restroom to do just that. When Sarah was finished, the girls walked together to the classroom, where they waited for Nicole. It was getting close to 10:00 by this point, and there was still no sign of Nicole. At 9:57, just as the two were about to give up on their classmate, Nicole rounded the corner out of breath. “Nicole! I was getting worried about you,” Sarah greeted. “I know. That stats final was way harder than I thought.” “I’ve got your extra credit if you still want it.” “Thanks, but I don’t think there’s time. I haven’t even peed, but I don’t think I have a choice.” Nicole was right. The second hand on the clock outside the classroom had just started its final rotation of the nine o’clock hour. The trio entered the classroom and took their seats. Sarah and Emma sat at the same table with one seat between them. Nicole sat directly ahead of Sarah, sharing a table with a male classmate none of them knew. At precisely 10:00, Professor Welsh shut and locked the door. She walked to her podium and picked up an intimidatingly thick stack of papers. “Thank you for your punctuality. I do not want to waste too much of your time, so I will give some brief instructions while I hand out the exams. Please wait to begin until everyone has received their exam.” She began to make her way around the classroom, placing an exam facedown in front of each student.” You will have fifty multiple choice and four short answer questions. The first thirty-five multiple choice questions are single answer multiple choice. Please choose the best answer. The final fifteen multiple choice questions are multiple-multiples. You must choose all correct answers. There will be no partial credit for incomplete or partially correct answers. The short answer questions should be answered in six to ten sentences each. Exams must be turned in before you leave this classroom. Just raise your hand when you are finished, and I will come to collect your exam. Please ensure you have printed your name and signed the exam before you leave. There will be no returning to the classroom after you have left. I will be here until 12:00. Students who have completed the extra credit can meet me at my office shortly after. Are there any questions?” By this point in her speech, Professor Welsh had delivered the exams and repositioned herself at the podium. After a quick scan for raised hands, she continued, “Okay, you may begin.” There was a flurry of papers as a classroom of students simultaneously turned their exams over. Emma quickly skimmed the instructions of the cover page, printed and signed her name at the bottom, turned to the first page, and began her exam. She read the first question and her heart sank. It was complete gibberish. Emma felt like crying. All this hard work and she was stumped on the first question. She reread the question, ready to pick “A” for every answer and hope for the best. To her surprise, on her second look, she found she had misread the question the first time and that she actually knew the answer. Delighted, she continued to the second question, where the answer successfully jumped to her mind before she even read through her options. For the first twenty minutes, Emma worked diligently through the exam. She was able to quickly answer most questions encountered. As she completed the eighteenth question, Emma was distracted by movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked up to see Nicole had her legs crossed and was wiggling the upper leg. She looks like she really needs to pee. Emma’s own bladder panged in sympathy. She nervously thought of the coffee she had before the exam, noticing that it was filling her bladder much faster than she would like. I’ll be fine. I only had one coffee. With this thought, Emma returned her attention to her exam. Emma did not look up again until she completed the final single answer question. She took a breath. The exam was going much better than she had expected. She looked at the clock. It was 10:45. Okay, not bad. Figure half an hour for the multiple-multiples and ten minutes per short answer, with a little bit of wiggle room. Emma’s short break gave her bladder a chance to make itself known. It was getting uncomfortably full, to the point where Emma would have gone to the bathroom if she had access. She wondered how Nicole was holding up but decided she did not need to see more desperation. Emma squeezed her legs for a little comfort and went back to work. Twenty minutes later, Emma finished the final multiple-multiple. God, I hate those. Then, looking up at the clock, 11:15, right on schedule. Just then, she heard a gasp ahead of her. She looked up in time to see Nicole thrust a hand into her crotch and strain for a moment. As Emma watched, Nicole removed her hand from her crotch and looked down at her lap, quickly replacing her hand. She must really need to pee to be holding herself in the middle of the classroom. Emma’s own situation was quickly becoming urgent. The coffee seemed to be filling her bladder faster as time went on. Emma was now constantly pressing her legs together. She also occasionally had to fidget, but she tried to keep this to a minimum because she noticed she could her a soft rustle from her diaper from the sudden movements. The best thing to do is focus on the exam. The sooner I get done, the sooner I can focus on my bladder. Emma began the short answer portion of the exam. Emma moved quickly through the short answers. She paused after completing the third question to look at the time. 11:40. I’ve got this. The only problem was that Emma was now desperate for a bathroom. She knew she could hold on longer, but the pressure in her bladder was growing. She had given up trying to control her fidgeting and had even grasped her crotch a few times to alleviate the pressure. A look at Nicole told Emma she was far worse. Nicole had her free hand in her crotch, her legs crossed over her hand, and she was crouched over in an effort to contain her pee. Nicole completed her final short answer question, flipped through her exam to blindly circle some unanswered questions, then closed her exam. She raised her hand high and even waved it a little to get Professor Welsh’s attention. Professor Welsh saw the hand and made the trip across the classroom. After a quick review of the exam, Professor Welsh said, “Thank you. You may leave whenever you are ready.” Nicole quickly stood up from her seat, not even bothering to take her hand from her crotch. She half ran, half hobbled from the classroom, her bursting bladder keeping her from standing fully. Nicole’s scene did nothing to help Emma’s condition. Emma, or rather Emma’s bladder, decided that her free hand would need to hold her crotch for the rest of the exam. She looked back to her exam to finish her final question. Ten minutes later, she was done. A cursory review of her exam was all Emma’s bladder would allow. At 11:57, Emma raised the hand that was not holding her crotch. At the same time, Sarah raised her hand. Professor Welsh walked to their table, reviewed their exams, and dismissed them. Emma stood slowly, freezing and crouching halfway up as she felt her pelvic muscles spasm. This was a level of desperation Emma had never felt before. The fullness in her bladder had turned to pain. She could feel how her lower belly was swollen and hard beneath the waistband of her diaper. Her dignity taking a backseat to her desire to keep her pants dry, Emma kept her hand in her crotch as she took slow, mincing steps out of the room. Sarah was waiting for her outside. “Are you okay?” Sarah asked as Emma approached. “I can’t hold it, Sarah. I’m going to pee in my pants.” “I know how desperate you are. I’m dying to go and I got to pee before the exam. Just a quick stop at Welsh’s office, then we’ll get you to a toilet. I’ll carry you if I have to.” “Okay.” Emma took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.” But as they started the short journey to Professor Welsh’s office, Emma knew she did not have a chance. She was having flashbacks to leg day during volleyball season. At the end of a hard session, her legs would have a rubbery, almost numb feeling to them. For the following 24 hours, just the act of standing was a struggle. This was the same feeling she had presently, only now it was her pelvic muscles instead of her legs. Sarah and Emma made it to Professor Welsh’s office, where Emma took up a pee dance along with both hands between her legs in a vein attempt to stay dry. Sarah even fell into a modest dance of her own. The duo were the first to arrive at Professor Welsh’s office, but a few other students arrived as the clock approached noon. Emma blushed as her dance persisted despite the new arrivals, but her only other choice was to let it go. A couple minutes after noon, the hall flooded with students as all ten o’clock finals ended. Through the crowd, Emma saw Professor Welsh at the door to the classroom, waiting as the students filed out, planning to lock the door when the room was empty. Emma had another flashback to leg day. She was working on her sixth set of squats. She was feeling the fatigued numbness in her legs as she began the set. Now, on the way up from her fourth squat, her weary legs momentarily gave. Emma caught herself, and finished the rep. Emma waited anxiously for Professor Welsh to lock the classroom and make her way down the hall. Suddenly, she lost feeling in her lower muscles. Before she could register what happened, she heard a brief hiss and felt a slight vibration through her diaper. Emma’s muscles clamped shut again, regaining control. Did I… I think I just peed a little. The thick diaper had quickly absorbed the leak, so Emma did not feel any wetness to help identify her accident, but she knew she had lost control for a second. Professor Welsh walked into the entryway of the classroom and made sure it was empty. She then shut the door and put her key in the lock. Leg day: She didn’t know how, but she had pushed through five more reps. Her legs spasmed several times on the way, but she had done it. At the top of the ninth rep, Emma knew her legs were finished, but she was so close to completing the set. She was going to finish this set. Just one more rep. On her way down, she lost nearly all feeling in her legs. At the bottom, she rested, as much as one can rest at the bottom of a squat, and then rallied her muscles for one final push. She made it about two inches, and she knew her legs were giving for the final time. She slammed the squat bar in its lock just before she collapsed to the mat. Emma saw Professor Welsh locking the door. Just hold on a little longer. She felt that brief lapse of control again. The vibration was accompanied by a spot of wet warmth that pressed against her skin. Once again, her muscles regained control. Her brain was sending the signal to all muscles to clench, but exhaustion was causing lapses in her control. Professor Welsh turned to walk down the hall. Emma lost control again before clamping down. I don’t know if I can keep this up. The lapses came in quick succession, letting out short, hard sprays into her diaper. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Emma was doing everything she could to regain control, but she still felt the warmth begin to spread across her crotch. No. I can’t… can’t… just stand here and wet myself. Her body disagreed, but Emma continued fighting. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Professor Welsh was approaching the group. It was too much. Emma let out another spurt, found control a final time, then lost it for good. Her drained muscles gave out, releasing the pent-up contents of her bladder. While the spurts were small enough for the diaper to absorb the moment they escaped Emma's tortured muscles, the strong, steady stream now pouring from Emma was too much for the diaper to absorb immediately. Emma felt a small pool form between her legs. At the same time, the design of her diaper began to distribute the urine. She felt warmth simultaneously creep up her bottom and toward her front. Emma, no longer concerned with staying dry, had the new worry of overflowing her diaper, but she had used all her strength to hold everything up to this point. She could only hope and pee. Professor Welsh had arrived. “Thank you for waiting. I’m just going to lock these tests away, then I will bring you in one-by-one.” She unlocked her office and entered, closing the door behind her. Emma peed through Professor Welsh’s greeting. The padding around her front and bottom was soaked despite her standing position, and the diaper was beginning to sag between her legs, but she could feel her bladder reaching empty, and the puddle the diaper held against her was shrinking for the first time since she lost all control. Emma was about to remove her hands from her crotch, thinking there was no reason for them to be there now, but then she thought it might look suspicious to her classmates if she was desperate to pee one second, and fine the next. She resolved to act desperate for now. A few seconds later, her bladder was empty. Emma was afraid to look down, but she rubbed her thighs together and did not feel any wetness. Professor Welsh opened her door. “I am ready for the first student.” “Go ahead, Em,” Sarah whispered. “Make a dash to the bathroom as soon as you’re out. I’ll catch up.” Too late, thought Emma. She entered the office and Professor Welsh closed the door behind her. “Hi, Emma,” Professor Welsh said with a smile. “I wasn’t surprised to see you outside my door. You’ve always been enthusiastic about these assignments.” Emma offered a smile and a weak “Yeah” in return. “Okay, I just need you to drop your pants and you can be off to your vacation.” Emma froze. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to take her pants all the way off. “Can’t I just show you the waistband?” “I know it’s a little uncomfortable, but I make all students do this for extra credit.” Emma contemplated just walking out. No. Not after all I’ve done. I bought the diapers. I wore the diapers. I PEED in the diapers. Dammit, I’m getting my extra credit. And she dropped her pants, undershorts and all, then stared ahead, refusing to look down at her swollen diaper. “Thank y-… Oh my.” Professor Welsh blushed deeper than Emma. “I think… I think that will do. Thank you, Emma.” Emma pulled up her pants and left the room. She remembered to return her hand to her crotch on the way out. She trusted Professor Welsh not to share the news of her accident, but she really did not need her classmates knowing she had peed in front of them. The diaper squished beneath her hand and between her legs as she walked to the bathroom. She pushed the door and almost ran face-first into it when it did not budge. Then she saw the sign. “Closed for cleaning.” Just as Emma turned around, Sarah exited Professor Welsh’s office, holding her crotch and doing the same dance Emma was pretending to do. “I’m glad I got the extra credit, but I reeeally need to pee now,” Sarah said as she approached. “This one’s closed.” “You’ve got to be kidding.” “No, but I think there’s a handicap one on the other side of this floor.” “Let’s hurry, or I’m going to be glad I wore this diaper for another reason.” They took off in search of another bathroom, both girls with hands between their legs, one to maintain appearances, and one to maintain dryness. It did not take long for the friends to reach the handicap bathroom. Sarah reached it first and opened the door to reveal a single use bathroom. “Crap.” Sarah gripped herself tighter, thought for a moment, then said, “Emma, you go first. I know you’ve been holding it longer.” “No, you go ahead.” Emma did not want to explain her situation in the hallway. “Em, you need to hurry or I’m not going to be able to hold it.” “Seriously, you go first.” “No, y-…” Sarah was cut off when Emma grabbed her arm, pulling both of them into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them. “What are you –“ “I peed my pants already,” Emma explained. “I don’t need the toilet anymore. Just pee before you wet your pants too.” “You… What… Never mind.” Sarah yanked down her pants and pullup in one go and sat on the toilet. Not even a moment after her butt met the seat, a hard stream of pee hit the water below, which Sarah chose to harmonize with a long “aaaaah.” End of part 3
  12. Hi guys. Thanks for the feedback. I felt inspired and got Part 2 cranked out. The next two parts will probably be a little more spaced. As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy. Part 2: Emma was frozen in disbelief. All the phrases for what had just happened ran through her mind. She wet herself. She peed in her pants. She had an accident. She had an accident. That was the phrase that hit Emma the hardest. Emma was an only child, one who had not wet her pants since she was in pullups. She was in regular underwear by the time she was 3. Nobody had used the phrase “had an accident” in her house for as long as she could remember, but now this phrase precisely described what had just happened to the 21-year-old college junior sitting in the parking lot of a 24-hour pharmacy. Emma realized she needed to do something about her pee-soaked clothes. She wasn’t sure what the damage to her seat was, but she knew she wanted to minimize it. Emma looked around to make sure the parking lot was clear, then slowly opened her door and stepped out of her car. Emma did not see a stain when she looked down to her dark gray cloth seats and confirmed her seat’s safety with the back of her hand. With her seat pee-free, Emma turned her attention to herself. She had not peed completely, not even close, but her bladder seemed to be under control now. With her nerves back in check, her bladder returned to business as usual. Emma needed to change back into her work uniform. This had always been the plan, otherwise Sarah would question why she had switched back to her scrubs after work. She got into the backseat this time, hoping she had enough room to avoid sitting until she had her wet clothes off. When Emma pulled down her pants, she could not help but to inspect the damage, following the will of some morbid fascination with the humiliating event. At a glance, her black scrub pants hid her shame. When Emma looked closely, she could see a darker patch an inch wide and three inches long that followed the center seam of her pants. Her panties were a different story. The “sensible”, full cut, blue panties she had chosen to wear this morning took the brunt of her accident. The crotch of her panties prominently displayed the indignity with a dark blue patch whose source was unmistakable. When Emma removed the panties, she saw the wetness had indeed spread to her bottom, but the full cut panties and the durable material of her scrub bottoms had protected her seat. Emma dried herself with the leg of her scrub pants. This act accomplished little but still made Emma fell better hygienically. She donned the black leggings she wore for work, marking the night with another first, as Emma had never gone commando before. She finished by swapping her scrub top for the blue blouse that completed her work uniform. Emma rolled her panties and pants inside her scrub top, hoping to limit the lingering smell of urine. Finally, she was able to hop into the driver’s seat and leave the place that had delivered such a blow to her maturity. Emma arrived at the apartment she shared with Sarah. She decided to leave the diapers in the car, planning to return for them when Sarah left for work the following day, but her misused scrubs needed to come inside to be washed. Luckily for Emma, Sarah was sitting on the sofa with her back to the door and watching her current Netflix binge show, offering only a brief shout over her shoulder as a means of greeting when she heard the door. Emma returned the greeting, mumbled something about being excited for pjs, and went straight to her room. She placed her scrubs in the hamper, chose her sleepwear for the night, and crossed the hall to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Emma peed, wiped herself down with soap and a washcloth, and changed into her pjs. She returned to her room to unite her work clothes with her scrubs before joining Sarah in the living room to wait for dinner. *** The next couple days passed without note. Emma and Sarah spent the majority of their time studying, interrupted only by work, snack breaks, bathroom breaks, and sleep. Sarah never noticed Emma’s Wednesday night mishap, and with the evidence cleaned and neatly hung in the closet by Thursday afternoon, Emma saw no way Sarah should ever find out. Saturday morning found Emma sleeping in until 10:00 am, when she woke up and elected to begin her daily studies from the safety of her bed. Emma felt more confident about her geriatrics final than she had two days prior. Sarah spent Thursday morning helping Emma fill in the blank spots in her notebook, and 24 hours with a completed notebook enabled Emma to start making connections she had missed during the lectures. So it was, with this renewed confidence, that Emma began to rethink her plan for the extra credit. If I do well on the final exam, I don’t need the extra credit. Why risk any more embarrassment? God knows I had all the experience I could handle Wednesday night. Emma blushed just thinking about it. But I already bought the diapers. I don’t want to waste all that effort. I wish I could be sure that, besides Professor Welsh, nobody would find out if I wore one. As is always the result of her internal struggles, Emma had an idea and the plot moved forward. I could do a test run, here, in the apartment. I haven’t told Sarah that I’m doing the extra credit assignment. If I wear one today and Sarah doesn’t notice, I know I can get away with it during the final when everyone’s attention should be occupied anyway. If Sarah does notice, I’ll tell her my whole plan for the extra credit and then I’ll just forget the whole idea and hope my studying will be enough. By this point it was after 11:00 am and Emma felt she should get out of bed anyway. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Emma returned to the room to begin her test run, thinking No time like the present. With growing trepidation, Emma moved toward the closet, the home of her diapers since Thursday afternoon. She tore the top of the pack, removed one, and returned the rest to their hiding spot. Emma walked to her bed and sat down, all while staring at the diaper in her hand. She had seen and held an adult diaper before. Professor Welsh shared the “tools of the trade” with her class during a lab/lecture that gave her students the chance to handle and identify various tools spread throughout the room. This was different though, because this diaper was not an abstract idea used to represent the multitude of skills all nurses must have. This diaper was her diaper. She was going to wear it. This diaper was going to be around her waist, between her legs, and under her pants. Emma felt the beginnings of the nervousness she felt at the pharmacy and allowed herself a pat on the back for having already emptied her bladder. She calmed herself with the knowledge that it was just Sarah, and Sarah would never hurt her. With a deep breath, Emma unfolded the diaper, placed it on the bed, removed her pants and panties, and sat down on the diaper. Although Emma had never put a diaper on anyone before, especially not herself, they had reviewed the diapering process in class, and Emma managed with little issue. Once complete, Emma stood up and looked down at herself. She thought she would look childish, but the thick, plain white diaper looked too utilitarian for that. Instead, she felt embarrassed by the implied lack of bladder control. Emma picked up her pajama pants and, figuring the thick material and loose fit would be the best to conceal her underwear, put them on. Emma walked to her mirror, extremely aware of the soft thickness between her legs. To her horror, she heard a chshh, chshh, chshh sound as she walked. She was worried about people seeing her diaper, but she never thought about people hearing her diaper. Stop psyching yourself out. Nobody listens for other people’s underwear. And, if they did hear the noise, they would not assume it was the sound of a 21-year-old woman wearing a diaper. Emma made it to the mirror. She looked at herself from the front. Her crotch looked thicker. There was no denying that. But, with the loose fit of her pants, she just looked thick all around, not necessarily in the shape of a diaper. Looking from the peripheral, her butt was noticeably bigger, but a look from the rear confirmed that the loose pants portrayed a false sense of uniformity in the thickness. No square diaper butt. Her confidence semi-renewed, Emma opened her bedroom door, entered the hall, and truly began her experiment. She saw Sarah sitting at the breakfast nook they called their dining room. I can’t do this. She’s going to know. Emma began to return to her room when Sarah said: “Good morning.” “Good morning.” Damn. I can’t just leave now. Emma let out a deep sigh. It will be fine. Sarah has never done anything to hurt your feelings. If she notices, it will just be another great story in your relationship… One preferably not shared with others. Emma went to the kitchen and removed a bowl and a glass from the cabinets. She filled the glass with orange juice and the bowl with cereal and milk before joining Sarah at the table. As Emma placed her bowl and glass on the table, she remembered the spoon and returned to the kitchen. Finally ready to eat, Emma lowered herself into the chair across from Sarah, keenly aware of the padding between her bottom and the seat. The roommates shared stories from the previous night’s waitressing adventures as they broke their fast. While cleaning up, Sarah said: “My mind isn’t ready to study yet. Do you want to watch a movie with me before we hit the books?” Emma, not needing much convincing to shirk studying, agreed. “Definitely.” They settled on a mindless Will Ferrell comedy. Sometimes the senseless yelling and sex jokes are just the break the mind needs. About halfway through the movie, Emma began to feel her orange juice make its way to her bladder. She determined she could wait a little longer, at least until a break in the action, and squeezed her legs together to help in the meantime. She was instantly reminded of her choice of underwear this morning. I can’t go to the bathroom in the middle of the movie. I’m going to have to remove the diaper, pee, and put the diaper back on. That will take too long, and Sarah will notice. I will just have to wait until the end of the movie. So Emma waited. And waited. Luckily the glass of orange juice was the only liquid she drank this morning, and her bladder was filling slowly, so Emma was confident she could wait comfortably until the end of the movie. She was right, until the final scene, when hilarity ensued. On screen, the nonsensical violence and puns were coming in rapid succession, much like the finale of a fireworks display. Emma was laughing. Hard. She could feel the effect her laughter was having on her bladder and tried to sober up, only to hear another joke and have her fit redoubled. She clenched her legs as she felt her bladder press. Pee made its way down her urethra, preparing to spill into her pants. Still laughing, Emma buried her hands into her crotch. Sarah saw the sudden movement out of the corner of her eye and looked at her friend. Quickly understanding the situation, Sarah said, through her own laughter: “Oh no, Emma! Are you going to pee?! Quick! Get to the bathroom!” Emma, her face contorted in her fit of laughter, couldn’t respond. Instead, she shushed her friend and gripped her crotch even tighter. The padding of her diaper was limiting the effects of her efforts. Emma knew she could not move without wetting her pants. She sat there, clenching for her life and trying to stop the laughter. Gradually, she came back to reality, ending her fit in a few sputtering chuckles just as the movie ended and Sarah turned off the tv. The pressure in her bladder subsided, and, when her bladder returned to its full but contained state, Emma felt safe enough to remove her hands from her crotch. “Did you pee?” Sarah asked laughingly. “It was close, but no.” “Really? Not even a sprinkle?” “Nope,” Emma persisted honestly. “Impressive. Usually if I’m at the crotch-grabbing phase I’m at least going to have to change my panties afterward.” “TMI, Sarah,” Emma laughed. “I am going to go pee now though.” Emma got up and passed Sarah to begin her trip to the bathroom. As she passed, Sarah gave her a hard swat on her butt, accentuated by a soft “poof” instead of the usual “smack.” “I knew it!” Sarah exclaimed. Emma turned beet red. “It’s not what you think. I’m thinking about doing Welsh’s extra credit, but I was worried, so I decided to do a test run before the final.” “That is what I thought.” “Oh… Please don’t make fun of me. I’m really worried about this final, and I really need the extra credit.” “Emma, I wouldn’t make fun of you, at least not in a mean way. I was actually thinking about doing the extra credit as well.” “You were?” “Yep. I haven’t made up my mind yet, but it’s really not a big deal, so it’s almost like free points.” “But it is a big deal. I have been driving myself crazy over this since Wednesday. How are you so calm about this?” It was Sarah’s turn to blush. After a pause she said, “Emma, can I tell you a secret?” “Of course,” Emma responded, sitting next to Sarah on the couch, her bladder forgotten. “This extra credit assignment wouldn’t be the first time I wore a diaper in front of other people,” Sarah continued, beating around the bush. Emma thought her friend was making a joke. “Me too. For a while, when I was two, I had to wear a diaper all the time. It was sooo embarrassing.” “No. What I mean is…” Sarah paused, took a breath then blurted, “I used to wet the bed when I was younger. Like, after most kids stopped.” “Oh… And, like, you wore… um…” “I wore pullups at night. Then goodnites when I grew out of pullups.” “Did anyone know?” “No. Well my family knew, of course, but I never told any of my friends, and I kept it a secret at sleepovers.” “Oh, Sarah, that must have been so hard for you.” Emma leaned in to hug her friend. The hug lasted for a minute, and when it broke, the serious atmosphere broke with it. With the lightened mood, Sarah resumed. “So, you see, wearing a diaper in front of others isn’t a big deal to me. I hid that for over half my life.” “Over half your life? How old were you the last time you wore a diaper?” “…Fifteen.” “Fifteen?! You were really stretching the meaning of ‘younger’.” “Shut up!” Sarah laughed. “I actually stopped wetting the bed when I was fourteen, but I visited my aunt when I was fifteen, and she made me wear goodnites while I was there just to be safe.” “Oh, well if you stopped at fourteen then that’s practically normal,” Emma joked. “Come on. You’ve never wet the bed?” “Not since I was out of pullups.” “Me neither.” Emma snorted. “That’s fair. But no, not since before I could remember.” “Great. I wet the bed until high school, and you never wet the bed and never tinkled in your panties when you laughed.” “Don’t be mad at me for my bladder control.” “Honestly, you’ve never peed in your pants?” Emma started to say “No,” but then she remembered what happened Wednesday night and stopped. Sarah pounced on the opportunity. “I knew there was no way. Everybody pees in their pants at some point. Spill. I want all the gory details.” “Fine. Last Wednesday – “ “’Last Wednesday’?” Sarah interjected. “You’re making fun of me wetting the bed at fourteen when you peed in your pants last Wednesday?!” “Do you want to hear the story?” “Okay. I’ll be quiet, but I want my say after your story.” “So last Wednesday I decided I need the extra credit points, so I went to buy the diapers after work. I was so nervous that I forgot to pee before leaving work, and then I got even more nervous while I was shopping, which made me have to pee even more. I almost wet my pants in the store. I was holding myself at the counter and everything. But I made it out of the store and into my car, thinking I would be fine once I calmed down. Then you called,” Emma stopped and glared at Sarah. Sarah missed the implication. “Where’s the part where you peed in your pants?” “When you called… I was already on edge and… it scared me.” “I made you pee your pants? And you talked to me on the phone while you were peeing?” “No, it was only for a second. I stopped it before too much came out, then I answered the phone. “That’s perfect. You peed in your pants while you were buying diapers.” “I hadn’t failed to miss the irony either.” Emma wiggled and clenched her legs as her bladder reinserted itself into the conversation. “Talking about all this pee reminds me that I need to pee. I’ll be right back.” Emma walked to the bathroom. Once inside, Emma pulled down her pants and began removing the tapes from the diaper. Counter to her expectations, the tapes did not remove cleanly, instead peeling the plastic off with them. Deciding the diaper was a lost cause, she threw it in the bathroom trash, sat on the toilet, and peed. Emma wiped, flushed, and, after a quick stop at her bedroom to add a pair of purple panties to her ensemble, returned to the living room and Sarah. “What, no diaper?” Sarah asked as Emma entered the living room. “No, there was no way to re-tape it once it was off… Is it that noticeable?” “It was this morning. I knew when you walked by me in the kitchen.” “Oh no,” Emma despaired. “Don’t worry, it was the noise that gave it away to me. On the day of the final, try wearing some sort of compression shorts over top of the diaper. That’s what I used to do at sleepovers. It muffled the sound and hid the bulk a little too.” “So you think I should do it?” “What can it hurt?” “My pride.” “I don’t know why you think you had any to begin with.” The roommates laughed and then settled down for some studying. End Part 2. ***
  13. Hi guys. Just a brief introduction. I'm a long (long, long, long) time lurker here. I've been batting an idea around in my head and figured it might be worth writing down. Since I've got something together, I figured I'd make an actual contribution to this forum (as meager as it may be). I've never written fiction before, so I'm sorry if the story seems lost and rambling at points. I'm relying solely on two college composition courses and the collection of books I've read that were written by authors with skills far outmatching my own. I'm planning on two or three more parts for this story, so any feedback you have will be great. Author's Note: If there is any field of study further from my own than fictional composition, its nursing, so I apologize if I say anything incredibly ridiculous in that regard. Please do not be too frustrated by my lack of research. It is fap-fiction after all Part 1: Emma Barnes stared absent-mindedly at the screen as Professor Welsh manipulated the slideshow from her podium at the front, left corner of the classroom. With near physical effort, Emma forced her focus back to the lecture. Emma knew she should be paying attention and taking notes, but she could not keep her mind from wandering. Nursing school had been the obvious choice for Emma. Elementary school and junior high had been a breeze for a girl of Emma’s intelligence, but in high school Emma discovered she had a mental block for lecture-heavy courses. Instead, Emma preferred courses that offered hands-on learning, such as labs and field trips. This, along with Emma’s compassion for others and repulsion at the idea of working a job that left her sitting at a desk for forty hours per week, naturally directed her to nursing school. Emma’s first three years had been exactly as she had imagined: fast paced, practical learning with limited lecture time. Or rather this was the case, until Emma registered for a Geriatrics course as an elective to fill out the second semester of her Junior year. Emma, already showing signs of Senioritis by the beginning of her third year, figured a course on geriatrics would be an easy A, and the fact that Professor Welsh, Emma’s advisor and favorite professor, was teaching the course was all Emma needed to decide to add the course to her spring schedule. However, Emma had not realized that the course was 100% lecture based, dooming herself to thirty classes of agony spanning every Monday and Wednesday from 10:00 am to 11:30 for fifteen weeks. So now Emma sat in the final class of the semester, twirling her shoulder length brown hair as she once again failed to maintain focus. Through the fog of her mind, Emma heard Professor Welsh speak the words “final exam”. Emma’s stomach flipped, and her day was instantly ruined by the reminder of the dreadful event that until this point had been successfully sealed in the “Future Emma’s Problem” file of her mind. Professor Welsh continued: “As you know, your final will be next Wednesday, beginning at 10:00 am. You will be given two hours to complete the exam. Also, as a reminder, the final is cumulative, and I have posted a study guide highlighting the relevant materials for the exam. Lastly, there will be one last chance this semester for you to earn extra credit." Emma had to restrain her outburst of excitement. To Emma, the only saving grace for this class had been Professor Welsh’s extra credit assignments. Professor Welsh gave the students the opportunity to work clinical hours, observe procedures, and attend events, requiring only a short report from the students to receive credit. Of course, Emma took advantage of every extra credit opportunity. Despite the points Emma racked up from her participation, she barely managed to clear the minimum passing grade of a 74. This final exam, for which Emma was wholly unprepared, would act as the deciding factor for her grade, so the news of one last extra credit opportunity was music to Emma’s ears. “I have always felt that a successful caregiver cannot merely be sympathetic but must more importantly be empathetic,” Professor Welsh explained. “While we can debate for hours on the unreality of teaching empathy, I think much can be gained from sharing experiences. For this extra credit assignment, I hope to give you just a taste of the emotions our geriatric patients experience when they begin to lose the control most people take for granted. So, with this sentiment in mind, to receive extra credit you must simply wear an adult diaper to the final exam." Professor Welsh allowed her final statement to hang in the air, and she was pleased to hear the absolute silence as the students of her class were so surprised by her assignment that they momentarily forgot to continue breathing. Emma mentally confirmed that: 1. she had heard Professor Welsh correctly and 2. there was no way for her to misunderstand the statement. Once these boxes had been checked, Emma let go of any hopes of receiving any “saved by the bell” extra credit. It seemed her final grade would depend solely on her decidedly substandard notes. Wearing a diaper was just too embarrassing. Sarah, Emma’s roommate and best friend since they met in their Freshman year of college, broke the silence by asking the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Professor Welsh, how will you know if we… um… completed the assignment?” “I will hold office hours after the exam. Anyone who wishes to receive extra credit may stop by, and we can have a brief private session where I can confirm you wore a diaper.” This direct explanation was enough to prevent any further discussion of the extra credit assignment. *** After class, Sarah walked with Emma to the parking lot. Sarah asked, “Do you think you are going to do the extra credit assignment?” “No, I can’t even imagine how embarrassing that would be!” “That kind of seems to be the point…” “Does that mean you will be participating?” Emma asked incredulously. Sarah pondered this for a moment, then replied “Probably not. I’m at an 86 right now. No matter what I do, I’ll probably end up with a B, so why go through the trouble?” Emma mumbled in agreement and attempted to change the subject. “Are we still on for the bar after the final next Wednesday?” she asked Sarah. “Definitely. I’ve cleared my schedule for a straight 48 hours after Welsh’s final. I’m counting on needing a drink, or fifteen, after finals. How about you?” "All clear. Just one hellish week of studying and finals, then I can take a breath.” “And a few shots,” Sarah added. “We’ll see.” Emma was not against alcohol, quite the contrary, actually, but she was still nervous when it came to liquor. Beer was usually enough to make her happily tipsy, and Emma feared she would lose control if liquor entered the picture. “Yes, we will,” Sarah replied as the girls began to separate in search of their respective vehicles. They both worked weekdays as waitresses, Sarah on the afternoon shift, and Emma on the night shift, so despite sharing an apartment and similar class schedules, they rarely had the opportunity to carpool. *** Emma was sitting at her desk flipping hopelessly through her insubstantial notebook to review the topics listed on her study guide. As she studied, Emma began to doubt her ability to pass the final exam. Her late-in-the-game motivation would prove to be too little, too late. Her lack-luster approach to the previous fourteen weeks left her with a daunting mountain of material to cover over the next six days. Emma wished she had a little buffer in her grade in case she bombed the final exam. With this thought, Emma realized she did have the chance to make that buffer, and with a relatively small time commitment. “But I can’t do that. People would notice what I was wearing. And I would have to show Professor Welsh?! How would I be able to face her again?” Emma thought to herself. However, the more Emma studied, the more she realized she was going to need every point she could get. She could not afford to lose points just to save herself some embarrassment. Besides, wouldn’t it be more embarrassing to have to retake the course? “Alright. I’ll do it. I need the points,” Emma decided. Then, another thought occurred to her. “Where will I get them? Oh no… I would have to buy them.” With that thought, Emma was back at square one. Emma could suffer the embarrassment of wearing one under her clothes where she at least had the chance that no one else would know, save for Professor Welsh, but that was unavoidable. But there was no way the store clerk, or any store patrons, would mistake her purchase for a pack of feminine pads. No. That was too much. Emma could not bear the humiliation. Suddenly, Emma thought of a way to avoid the embarrassment. Emma, along with every one of her classmates, owned a few sets of scrubs to wear to class as required by the university. If Emma wore her scrubs to the store, anybody who saw her with her purchase would assume it was just for a patient. It was final. For the first time in eighteen years, Emma would wear a diaper. *** Emma was sitting in her car in the parking lot of the restaurant for which she waitressed. She took a few deep breaths. “You can do this. Go in. Grab what you need. Pay and get out.” Emma made sure to bring some cash with her to make the process as quick and inconspicuous as possible. The only thing that could make this more embarrassing would be a credit card malfunction that attracted even more attention to her. Emma quickly changed out of her work uniform and into her scrubs, a precarious operation to do in the front seat of your car. Emma completed the change without issue and made the short drive to the 24-hour pharmacy. Despite her previous pep-talk, Emma felt a wave of nervous energy wash over her as she pulled into the parking space. Her hands trembled as she put the car in park, turned the car off, and pulled the keys from her ignition. A cold sweat broke out over her back, and Emma was acutely aware of her heart pounding, both feeling it in her chest and hearing it in her ears. Ironically, Emma’s nerves affected her bladder as well, seemingly causing the organ to shrink to half its normal size, reminding Emma that she had neglected to pee before leaving work. “Deep breaths, Emma,” she coached herself. “You are just making a quick stop at the store. People do this every day. You do this every day.” It was not enough. Emma put her keys in the ignition and was about to start the car when she thought of her grades. “No. My schooling is too important. I can’t risk my grades to dodge a quick trip to the grocery store.” Before she could change her mind, Emma pulled her keys from the ignition, got out of the car, and crossed the parking lot. Emma entered the pharmacy, located the correct aisle, and made her way to the entrance of the aisle. She took in the plethora of colored packages, each listing different genders, absorbencies, styles, colors, and uses, and promptly lost her resolve. Emma walked to the next aisle and pretended to be enamored with her options for toothpaste, all while internally battling to regain control. She knew she was walking queerly, like a cross between a zombie and a poorly-programmed robot. Emma’s sweat, jitters, and bladder also rejoined the play. Emma squeezed her thighs together, working toward some semblance of normalcy before sprinting to the bathroom. All at once, she found her strength. “Emma, stop. There is no reason for you to be this nervous. Nobody even cares what you buy.” This thought had an instant calming effect. Emma confidently walked to the previous aisle and straight to the adult diapers. She picked up the first pack that was clearly labeled as adult diapers, taking time enough only to check the sizing chart. Emma took the package to the front of the store, placed it on the counter (thankful there was no line), and felt her mouth go dry as the weary-faced, middle aged woman behind counter looked first to Emma, then to the diapers, then to Emma again. This was it. The clerk was about to begin the interrogation that haunted Emma’s thoughts of the entire process. “Who are these for?” “It is quite a coincidence that they are in your size.” “Are you sure they’re not for you?” Emma’s need to pee returned. Her bladder was unrelenting. “Do NOT wet your pants, Emma,” she mentally instructed as a means of combatting her pressing bladder. “You haven’t wet your pants since you were in pullups, and you are not about to break that streak now.” Emma moved closer to the counter, allowing her to squeeze her crotch out of the clerk’s sight. The clerk prepared her opening salvo of questions. “Cash or credit, hun?” Emma felt she had prepared brilliantly for her defense, only to be dumbfounded by the first assault. Slowly, Emma processed the question and found she knew the answer. “Cash, please.” Emma found the words hard to form with her dry, swollen tongue. There was an awkward moment as Emma and the clerk just stared at each other. Finally, Emma realized she must produce the aforementioned currency. Emma took another moment to ask her bladder if she could borrow the hand currently keeping her pants dry in order to complete the transaction. Her bladder agreed, on the condition that both thighs worked double-time to replace the hand. Having missed the transaction total during her inner monologue, Emma removed a twenty-dollar bill from her scrub pocket, hoping it would be enough. It was. The clerk returned a sparse amount of change along with a receipt, both of which Emma neglectfully shoved into her pocket. Once her item was bagged, Emma took her purchase and left the store. Replacing her nerves was a rush of adrenaline as Emma began to grasp that she had actually done it. She deposited her purchase in the trunk of her car and slipped into the driver’s seat. She started the car and decided she would allow herself a moment to gather herself. Suddenly, the entire car was filled with a shrill alarm. Emma jumped, her frayed nerves reaching their breaking point. Her bladder regarded her lack of attention as a breach of contract and promptly released. Emma felt warmth fill her crotch. The foreign feeling took her a moment to recognize, and by then it was nearly too late. She clamped both hands to her crotch to stem the flow. Emma quickly regained control, but not before she felt a spot of warm wetness spread across the crotch of her scrubs and several trickles of pee make their way beneath her to soak into her panties around her bottom. Her bladder momentarily appeased, Emma answered the phone call that was the spark for the disaster. “Hello?” “Hey, Emma. I’m feeling a midnight snack. Do you mind picking something up?” Sarah asked. Emma thought of the rapidly cooling dampness in her pants. “I’m actually just ready to get home. How about delivery?” “Chinese?” “Sounds good. Just grab some random stuff. We’ll mix and match.” “Okay. I’ll see you when you get home.” End of Part 1. *** I hope you enjoyed. Once again, I'd appreciate any feedback. You've got a hardcore newbie here.
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