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  1. I’m sorry for this story’s abrupt ending, but I just can’t write it in good conscience anymore. I guess I just feel guilty and I don’t want to live my life feeling that way. I wish you all the best, Cal
  2. I’ll keep that in mind! I have some things planned for her, but it’s still a few chapters out. Thank you imposter! I appreciate your loyalty to this story and your kind comments 🙂 Okay thank you for the feedback. Are you thinking mutually accidental, or more what Yellow Pengu suggested??
  3. Thank you for the suggestions! They were very helpful. I think you will like where I went with this. This may be my favorite chapter yet. enjoy : ) Mia got them both a tall glass of water. Then they went to her room and snuggled into her bed, propping some pillows up behind them so they could sit up and watch the movie. Mia flipped on a comedy that she’d recorded and Lucas put his arm around Mia whom rested her hand in his thigh. Mia had seen the movie before but she wanted to show it to Lucas. However, not 30 minutes she looked over at him and he was fast asleep. She contemplated waking him up, but she knew that he’d not only been under a lot of physical stress lately with basketball but he’d been under a lot of emotional stress as well trying to keep his embarrassing secret hidden. He was no doubt completely drained, so she figured she would let him sleep. She didn’t mind just watching the movie anyways because it was one of her favorite. About 45 minutes later, she felt him stir slightly and mumble something incoherent in his sleep. She smiled, before turning her attention back to the movie. That is until her hand, which was still resting in his lap detected a bit of wetness. She tore her eyes off the screen immediately fixing them on Lucas’s pants while he began to wet himself, still completely deep in sleep. Rather than pull her hand away she gently slid it closer to his crotch. She watched in awe as wetness blossomed across his lap and his hot pee spread down the fabric of his khaki pants, a single trickle running over her hand. Her left leg, which was intertwined with his legs, became damp with his pee as her jeans absorbed the moisture. She felt a certain wetness dampen her own panties, although the substance was slipperier than urine. She was incredibly turned on. Finally his stream died out, and she sat in shock for a few moments. She didn’t want to wake him up because she knew he would be ashamed, but she figured she probably better. She kissed his cheek, and then gently bit his ear. He stirred but didn’t wake up. She kissed his neck and he stirred again, so she swung her one leg over him, now on her knees hovering above him and softly kissed his lips. This woke him up and he reciprocated, kissing her back. Still turned on from watching his accident, she kissed him with more passion than before. Then all of the sudden he pulled back abruptly. His eyes grew wide as he came to came realization. His hand, which had been rubbing Mia’s back, jerked away as he felt his pants. Just as he had suspected his hand gripped soaking wet fabric, still slightly warm. His mouth dropped open and he looked at Mia mortified. Not only was he soaked, but he could seek that she had a large wet patch on the side of her leg. It was bad enough that he’d had wet the bed with her in it, but it was her bed, and he’d somehow managed to actually get piss on her. “Hey hey, don’t freak out. Lucas, please don’t freak out,” Mia pleaded when she saw the stunned look on his face. “Freak out? I’m way past freaking out Mia.” He said defensively and she leaned back. “Look at me, look at your bed, Jesus Mia, look at your jeans.” “The clothes and sheets will wash, we can scrub the mattress, I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” Mia said. She was still straddling him but she sat back on her heels to give him the space that he needed. “I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just... it’s just not fair.” He sighed, “This is always happening to me, just me.” “Oh well if that’s the problem...” she said. “I could level the playing field?” “What’s that even supposed to mean?” “Well you’re right Lucas. I wasn’t being entirely fair. I have seen you in more compromising positions than you’ve seen me in.” He just gave her a curious look. So Mia, taking charge once again, leaned over and grabbed his hand. She very slowly guided it towards the crotch of her jeans. He didn’t make any attempt to pull away, his eyes going back and forth between the mischievous look on her face and the crotch of her jeans. So Mia placed his palm against the inside of her thigh. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked. He shook his head. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay.” He nodded. She wasn’t planning on really wetting herself, just a teeny bit to make him feel better. With his hand just below her crotch, still kneeling on the bed with him laying underneath, she released a single squirt. It dampened her panties but that was all. She realized just how bad she actually needed to go. She let another squirt go, this one left a very small wet spot on her jeans. Lucas had his eyes glued to her jeans in shock, but he managed to pull his gaze away for a moment to look at her face. He watched as Mia gently but her lower lip. God, if it wasn’t hot enough having his hand right there on her upper thigh, or her taking control like the confident woman she was, seeing her so turned on by this was sexy as hell. She started dribbling, and had to clamp down hard to stop. One small trickle ran over Lucas’s thumb. He wiped it off on her jeans, although Mia noticed he didn’t seem to be grossed out by it. Although her need to release her bladder had increased now that she’d allowed some temporary relief, Mia didn’t dare pee any more. She didn’t want to overwhelm Lucas. But looking at him he was anything but that. “See, Lucas there’s nothing wrong with a little accident every once in a while,” she said with a smile. “That wasn’t an accident,” he responded blankly. Mia wondered if she had just made a huge mistake, judging by the unamused day tone of his voice, but she didn’t know what Lucas was plotting. With a glance over at her empty water glass on the bedside table, knowledge of a full bottle of coke filling her bladder along with his previous experience that told him how much harder it was to hold after having wet yourself a bit, he took a gamble. In one swift motion Lucas put his arms around her back pulling her in and causing her to collapse on top of him, he rolled over. Now he was the one kneeling over her. Then he began tickling her neck. “Luuuucas,” she screeched with a giggle. But he only continued with the tickling alternating between her neck and under arms. He used his knees to trap her arms at her sides so she could neither defend herself from his tickling or hold herself when she began losing the battle with her bladder. This didn’t stop her from squirming around like crazy, but he was strong enough that that tactic didn’t get her very far. “Lucas stop, I’m gonna peeee,” she said between laughs. He smirked, still tickling her relentlessly, but with his eyes now fixed on the crotch of her jeans. No sooner had she said that than she lost a forceful spurt. This only caused her to laugh even harder and she lost any hope at control, pee gushed out of her, running in little trails all over her jeans. Lucas watched in awe as wetness bloomed across Mia’s lap, and he felt himself stiffen in his wet boxers. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, and her hot pee began to pool under her butt. Her stream finally tapered off leaving two very wet, giggly, turned on teenagers in Mia’s bed. “Now that was an accident,” Lucas declared. Mia had to give him credit for creativity, but she didn’t mind a bit that he’d finally got the upper hand on her. She grasped him by the shirt and pulled him down on top of her kissing him with passion. He kissed her back, matching her enthusiasm as she ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair. Mia forced herself to pull away, both of them breathing heavily, and said “we’d probably better wash up.” Lucas realizing just how far he might have gone if she hadn’t stopped the both of them sat up looking slightly abashed. “That’s probably a good idea,” he said.
  4. To those of you who have been reading this story for a while, I’d like some input. How should Mia begin to introduce Lucas to her kink? I’m having trouble writing the next couple of chapters, and I’d like to hear what you guys think. Thanks
  5. Short little bonus chapter today because if you’re like me, you’ve been waiting for this conversation ever since Mia first experiences that tingly feeling in the library. ... Mia had grown into the role of comforter in her relationship with Lucas. As confident as he was externally at school or on the basketball court, he had been hiding away his insecurities, and she was really the only person he’d opened up to about it. However, as she sat there in that silence, she felt the weight of the shame that Lucas must feel every day. Quiet tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought she may have just ruined her blooming relationship with the incredible boy sitting next to her. She looked up and sniffled, finally choosing to break the silence herself. “I’m sorry Lucas, I can’t help it. Do you hate me?” He suddenly realized that his silent processing of this newly received information had caused her to question herself. This was a different side of Mia he hadn’t seen. The Mia he had gotten to know was unapologetically confident, and to see her feeling helpless and ashamed made him see a piece of himself. The way she felt now was almost exactly how he felt every time he’d had an embarrassing accident. He leaned over brushing her blond hair out of her face, wiping the tears off of her cheeks, and planting a sweet kiss right on the tip of her nose. “Mia, you don’t have to apologize for who you are okay? Ever. And I don’t think I could ever hate you.” She looked up at him, her big blue eyes full of unshed tears. “Really?” “Yes really,” he said putting his hand on her thigh and offering her an encouraging smile. “I know I don’t like my accidents, but I really like you.” He paused before adding, “But I’m not totally against learning, and besides, I’ve heard that you’re a pretty good tutor.” She chuckled at that. “Finally, there’s that beautiful smile. Come on you, let’s watch a movie.”
  6. Thank you Imposter. I’m really trying to get into the head space of the characters. I appreciate all the comments and feedback; it really makes this story worth writing to know I’m not the only one enjoying it.
  7. Mia went into the kitchen and got a vase and some water for her flowers. “I bet you’re hungry after a hard practice,” she said. “Do you want me to put a pizza in?” “Sure that sounds great,” Lucas said shifting uncomfortably. For goodness sake he thought. I just got here and already I need to pee. Can’t a just spend 5 minutes with this girl without mentioning my issues and reminding her what a big loser I am. It would be rude to ask to use her bathroom now before even sitting down to talk with her. As Mia put the frozen pizza in the oven, Lucas walked, as nonchalantly as possible to the stool at the island and Mia walked over and sat beside him. She asked him about practice and his math test, trying to avoid bringing up his disagreement with his mom for fear of sounding overly interested. Plus she knew how easily embarrassed he was about the topic of his wettings. However, she soon noticed him fidgeting a lot more, a sure sign that he was getting more desperate to go, even if it was subconsciously. Meanwhile, Lucas tried to be fully present and engaged in their conversation, although it was hard when he was focusing so hard on not wetting himself or putting his hand in his crotch. All of the sudden he lost a spurt into his boxers. Mia was talking but he wasn’t really listening, he got up suddenly, crossing his legs slightly and interrupted her mid sentence “uh, Mia... could you tell me where the uh bathroom is?” She raised her eyebrows but responded “right off the hallway there,” she gestured, “first door on your left.” He hobbled away before she even finished speaking. When he got to the door her lost a couple more small leaks, opening it and stepping inside he quickly unzipped himself and released his stream into the toilet with a sigh of relief. He’d made it... well, mostly. He shook himself to get the last few dropped off although it didn’t really matter as he could feel that his boxers were already a little wet. He pulled his pants down examining his underwear, and finding a wet patch in them smaller than the palm of his hand. He sighed, nothing he could do about it he guessed, pulling up his khaki pants. There was a wet spot on the front, only about the size of a quarter but extremely noticeable on the khaki pants. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. His pants would likely dry pretty quickly, but he didn’t have any way to cover it up. Sighing once again he figured the only thing he could really do is be honest. He was fairly certain that she wouldn’t really be bothered by it, but he was embarrassed none the less. It was weird though, after his game she had been so “not bothered” that she’d even touched his wet pants. Maybe to confirm what she thought she saw? He thought. But then he remembered the way she’d traced the outline of his wet spot almost seductively. With that in mind he began to stir in his boxers. He pushed the those thoughts out of his mind. Taking a deep breath he exited he bathroom. Mia was checking on the pizza, so her back was to Lucas but she’d heard him walk in. “Did you make it okay?” She asked. “Yeah... well, I um. Kind of.” She turned around only seeing the very small wet spot on his pants. She felt her heart flutter at the sight. His eyes wouldn’t meet hers, they were glued to the floor. She walked over and stood right in front of him. Still he wouldn’t look at her, so she grabbed his hand and held it in hers, giving it a small squeeze of support. Finally he looked up at her, and she stoop on her tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “It’ll dry pretty quick,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. His girl was amazing, he thought, as she took him by the hand and led him over the the island where he sat down. She served them both up a couple slices of pizza and got a bottle of coke for each of them, before sitting down beside him. He was about to object to the coke knowing it’s affect on him, but it sounded so good with his pizza. Plus, he knew where the bathroom was now, so he was sure he wouldn’t have another accident. He would be really careful, he decided, accepting the coke and taking several swigs. After finishing a couple slices of pizza and half of his coke, Lucas said “can I ask you something?” Mia swallowed before saying, “of course.” “I get that you’re really accepting of my, uh... issues, and don’t get me wrong, I love that about you. It’s not lost on me how screwed up it is... how screwed up I am to be 16 and pissing my pants or wetting my bed. It’s just... if the roles were reversed, I don’t know how I would react. Like, isn’t it a bit off putting to see that and then to still want to be close to me or kiss me or whatever? I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want you to feel like you have to date me... like out of sympathy or anything.” This was probably the biggest speech he’d ever given about his accidents, and the insecurities that came with them. Mia sat quietly for a moment, thinking just how to answer this. Truth be told, Lucas’s desperation and his wettings were anything but off putting for Mia. She wanted to ease him into her new found appreciation for his accidents, because she quite honestly was still learning about it herself. “Well... I wouldn’t say it’s off putting. I’m attracted to you Lucas, and I certainly don’t have any problems when kissing you when—“ “When I haven’t just pissed my pants?” Lucas interrupted. “Actually, that’s uh... not what I was going to say. You’re still pretty hot in your wet pants.” She said. “In fact.. oh never mind.” He gave her a questioning look. “No, in fact what??” “Something about it makes me want you even more,” she finished. The shocked silence that followed made Mia incredibly nervous. Holy crap, she thought, did I really just admit to that out loud.
  8. Later that night Mia texted Lucas: “How are you doing? I know you’ve had a rough day.” Secretly she felt bad for teasing Lucas about his accident on the basketball court, even if she did have good intentions. Especially after how his morning had began and how he had been forced to put up with his brother taunting him. She realized when she got home how humiliated he actually must have been. “Not great,” he responded. “Can I call you?” Crap Mia thought. He was mad about how she had reacted after the game. That was so over board... what kind of freak feels up a guys pissed pants? It was kind of hot though, she thought before quickly dismissing that notion entirely. She took a deep breath before responding, “sure.” Almost immediately her phone rang. “Hey, what’s up Lucas.” “Mia, I’m freaking out. I can’t, this is too much” he said clearly worked up. “Woah, Lucas. Calm down. What’s going on? Is this about what I did earlier. I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have—“ “What?.. no Mia, it’s my mom. I just, I got home tonight and went straight to my room. I just didn’t want to talk to anyone. And apparently I left my bag downstairs because pretty soon my mom comes into my room room holding up my game shorts by the waistband. Mia, my shorts... THE shorts,” he said. “Oh no. What did she say?” “Well she said she needed to add a few more things to the load of laundry she was about to do, so she went and got my clothes out of my bag, and she said she thought we needed to talk about it..” She heard him sniffle and just wanted more than anything to give him a hug. He went on, “and then... she just... started asking me... a bunch of questions, and..” his breath kept catching in the back of his throat. “Lucas did you tell her the truth... About what’s really been happening lately?” Mia asked. “I had to,” he sniffled again. “Mia she wants me to wear diapers. Like a friggin baby.” He started sobbing now. “ hey hey hey, Lucas. Getting help for a problem you’re having doesn’t make you a baby. It makes you a man.” She could still hear him crying. “Not just a man Lucas, my man.” He went silent. “And I have never called you a baby for having an accident and I never will. Okay?” “I guess you’re right..” he said. “Hey I know what’ll cheer you up,” she said. “You should come over tomorrow night.” “I wouldn’t miss it,” he said his mood brightening a little. They wrapped up their phone call, exchanging good nights and planning on Lucas coming over to Mia’s house after practice the next day. ... Mia paced around her kitchen. She wanted to tell him, but she just didn’t know how. Her attraction to his wettings was totally preposterous. She couldn’t do it, he would hate her. Okay it was settled, she was not going to tell him. Her doorbell rang, and she opened the door to see Lucas slightly dressed up in khaki pants and a blue pollo shirt that brought out his eyes. Glancing down she didn’t think he was as wearing a pull up or anything, so his mom must have backed off a little. He was also carrying a bouquet of beautiful flowers. She blushed, how much more perfect could he get? He handed her the flowers. She smelled them before saying, “What are these for?” “Well a couple of reasons. First of all, because we haven’t really known each other that long, but I’ve kind of put a lot of emotional baggage on you, not to mention my uh... physical issues... and I’m sorry. You’ve done a lot more “counciling” than any girlfriend should have to...” “Girlfriend?” she questioned with a smile. He chuckled, “well that’s sorta the other reason. I’d like you to be my girlfriend Mia. I know kids our age don’t really like putting labels on relationships, but I like you, and I want you to know that I only want to be with you.” Wow, he was sort of sensitive too, she thought. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend” she said, giving him a hug.
  9. I think Mia’s... shall we say support... will help Lucas become more comfortable with a new side of himself. If you remember back a few chapters to Lucas’s dream, he enjoyed a fantasy that included him wetting himself with Mia actively involved. So I think while he is embarrassed, I think there’s a small part of him that enjoys it, although he hasn’t even fully admitted that to himself yet.
  10. Another player subbed in for him and he told his coach he was going to get ice. However, he walked out of the gym, loosing little spurts with every step, and went directly to the bathroom, relieving what was left in his bladder. He turned and faced the mirror, cringing when he could see the slightly darker material outlined, but he was almost sure that no one would be able to tell unless they were up very close, and he’d be showering and changing right after the game which was almost over anyways. Lucas quickly grabbed ice and reentered the gym. “Luke, have the trainer look at that ankle of yours.” Coach said upon seeing him. Lucas was about to object but Mike, the athletic trainer, was already there urging him to go with him, so he had no choice but to follow. In the athletic trainers office, Lucas was instructed to lay down on the bench and bend his injured leg up. He did as he was told, but by propping his leg up, he consequently gave the trainer a perfectly good look at the wet patch on his shorts. Mike was grabbing some athletic tape, and when he turned back around it was painfully obvious to Lucas that he noticed his shame by the way he did a double take. A look of disgust and confusion crossed his face for only a fraction of a second before he smiled uncomfortably and said, “let’s check that ankle out Lucas.” However fleeting his shock was, Lucas caught it and was humiliated. As the Mike taped up his ankle, he noticed that he would occasionally glance suspiciously at his crotch. This could not get over any sooner. Finally the ankle was taped up and he was able to head to the locker room. The game was of course over by now, and when Lucas walked out of the trainers office Mia was waiting for him. “Hey Lucas,” she said. “Hey Mia, what are you doing back here.” The trainer’s office was down a side hallway, and the people attending the game were not really supposed to be back there. She looked both directions making sure they were alone and then got up really close to him. “I wanted to see if you were actually injured... or if you left the game early for some other reason,” she said, still looking him in the eyes but placing one hand on his inner thigh. The saturated feeling of the fabric only confirmed what she already thought she knew. His eyes grew wide and his cheeks were red. “You saw that?!” He responded with a whisper. “I had my suspicions. I thought you were acting kind of funny and when you got fouled I could kind of see it while you were on the floor, but I promise, it wasn’t very noticeable at all.” “I had to look realllly closely,” she added, delicately tracing the outline on his shorts with her finger. As embarrassed as he was, her gentle touch and teasing was turning him on a little. However, with that she gave him a kiss on the check and said, “see you tomorrow.” And walked away grinning as she knew full an well what her effect was on him. ... Author’s Note: This is my first story ever on this app. I’m not sure yet where Lucas and Mia might get up to next, but I’m enjoying writing this. Feedback is appreciated, as well as constructive criticism.
  11. When Lucas walked into the library later that day, Mia was already waiting for him. But after his last tutoring session, he wasn’t about to skip out on using the bathroom for punctuality’s sake. Mia was impressed by how much Lucas had already improved, as he took control of most of the problems on his own. Soon enough study hall was over, and as they gathered their things together Mia asked Lucas about his games for the week. “I have one tonight but then I don’t have another one until Friday.” He said. “So do you want to come over and not study on Tuesday?” Mia asked. “Wouldn’t miss it,” he said, giving her a quick peck before heading off to class. ... 1 quarter into the game and Lucas felt the first signal from his bladder. He’d been hydrating all day for his game, coach’s orders, and it was catching up to him. Since he’d last gone to the bathroom he’d had a bottle of Gatorade and one and a half big bottles of water. At first he was able to push it from his mind and focus on the game, but as the game wore on, he become growingly distracted and started missing shots left and right. He dribbled the ball off of his foot and missed a couple of rebounds that he should have been able to snag. Now he was making a complete fool of himself, and for what. He could easily go to the bathroom at halftime and come back strong in the second half. When the half time buzzer sounded, Lucas’s team, the wildcats, was down 10. Coach was pretty angery as he talked to the team, even calling Lucas out specifically on a couple of occasions. When Coach Turner finally finished his halftime lecture, Lucas rushed off to use the bathroom. As he was walking toward the door of the gym, he heard, “Green, where you going.” Turning around he saw Coach staring him down. “Um, bathroom coach,” he said. “After the way you shot this half? I don’t think so. Get some shots in before halftime’s over.” Ugghhh, Lucas thought, but there was no point arguing. Besides he figured he didn’t really need to go that bad; he was just building it up in his head. Mia, who has been watching Lucas play from the bleachers, was wondering what was up with Lucas, but after watching the encounter with him and his coach, she put it together. She was worried for his sake. The game started up again and Lucas was able to get back in the groove a little, making a few shots and controlling the ball much better. Everything was going smoothly and his coach seemed much less grumpy as the Wildcats narrowed the gap between them and the other team. However, Lucas’s grip on the game was not without consequences; with a couple minutes left in the third quarter he began to lose his grip on his bladder and lost a small spurt into his compression shorts. In a wide agile stance, Lucas had no way to control himself other than just clenching down on his bladder muscles. Thankfully, he stopped the flow, losing just one more spurt before doing so. With that the 3rd quarter ended, and the team huddled up, the five that had been playing most recently getting spots on the bench while everyone else circled around them. Lucas was grateful for the opportunity to sit down and cross his legs for a moment. The game resumed quickly however and Lucas was unable to sneak off to the bathroom. With a will power he didn’t know he had, Lucas made it most of the way through the fourth quarter without losing control of his bladder. 3 minutes left in the game and Lucas was running funny, but still had a grip on his bladder, that is until a he had the opportunity for a shot went up for it, and got clobbered by a defender winding up on the floor and losing control of his bladder for more than 5 seconds, clamping down with all his might he reduced the flow to intermittent dribbles. He discretely felt his shorts cringing with how wet they felt. Looking down he was relieved when it was almost invisible on his black Slicky shorts. Only Mia, who was paying very close attention noticed the faint medium sized wet patch. Lucas knew that if he continued playing now that he’d lost control he would fully wet himself in the middle of the court. Thinking quickly, he feigned injury to his ankle. As one of his teammates helped him up and he limped off the court, he hoped that nobody noticed the trickle that ran down his left leg.
  12. Monday morning: “Luuuuuucas. Lucas!” His mom called from the bottom of the stairs. “Lucas you’re gonna be late!” ...Nothing. She went up stairs, entering his room to wake him up. She opened his door and saw her 6’ tall, teenage son fast asleep, with his covers kicked off the bed. His grey sweat pants were soaked in the crotch and the dark grey sheets around his mid section were a shade darker than the rest. Poor kid, she thought. Amy didn’t want to embarrass her son by waking him up, and learning that his mom had seen him humiliated in his wet sheets, but he was already running late, and he’d need a shower before going to school. Sighing she walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, pulling her hand back when it felt cold wet fabric. She shook him awake saying, “Lucas, honey. You gotta get up, you’re gonna be late for school.” He was startled awake out of a deep sleep, and opened his eyes to see his mom looking at him. The shock was enough to prompt his full bladder to empty on its own. He shot straight up, clamping a hand on his crotch, which did nothing but draw his mother’s attention to his already wet pants as they grew even darker with fresh pee, and a stream flowed over his hand. “Mom!” He said putting a finger directly over his penis. “How many times have I told you NoT to come in my room!” He yelled hobbling to his bathroom with pee running down both of his legs. The door slammed. Lucas was in the bathroom but it was already far too late. He took a shaky breath as he watched his ashamed reflection. There was no point trying to get to the toilet now. He had lost all control, pee gushing out of him, soaking straight through his sweats. He watched as a golden waterfall cascaded down to the huge puddle on the floor. Sighing, he grabbed a couple of towels from the cabinet and threw them down to absorb his puddle of shame. He turned on the shower stepped in and broke down in sobs. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him. Feeling bad enough about his accidents, which had been increasing in number lately, his mom seeing not only him asleep in his wet bed, but to have her wake him up and watch him piss himself while at least partly awake was the worst possible thing that could have happened for Lucas. How was he supposed to face his mother now. He stepped out of the shower toweling off, and gloomily got dressed for school, and threw his sheets in the wash. He trudged downstairs, and grabbed his keys, avoiding eye contact with hismother. “Cam if you want a ride to school, I’m leaving.” Lucas said, leaving his little brother to scramble to put away his breakfast and grab his school stuff, and quickly run out to the car, which was already on with Lucas inside. Frustrated with Lucas’s lack of patience with him, Cam smirked as he hopped in the car. “Hey bedwetter, why the long face?” Lucas ignored him even though his comment stung. “I heard mom telling dad that you had another accident, said she scared the piss right out of ya,” Cam said with a laugh. Lucas slammed the car to a stop. “Do you want to walk to school? Or how would you like a fist to your face?” “Oh ya? Well maybe I’ll just tell all the kids at school that you’re a bed wetting baby,” he taunted. Lucas knew if Cam ever did anything like that his parents would punish him heavily, but it would matter. By then his social life would be over and he’d never stop getting picked on at school. His friends would ditch him and he’d have no one. Lucas softened, “Cam, please. Don’t do that. Listen, I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier, really I am. I shouldn’t take my anger out on you. But seriously, please don’t tell anyone.” That’s all Cam wanted to hear, an apology. He would never actually tell anybody, no matter what happened, even he knew the implications of something like that getting out. “You know I wouldn’t tell anyone,” he said. “Love you little man,” Lucas said offering him a knucks as he dropped him off at his school. Lucas drove the rest of the way to his school. It felt like it had been a long day already. As he walked into school he felt someone shove him. “Watch it,” he said turning around, but his anger dissipated when he saw Mia. “Woah, what’s up with you grumpy pants?” Mia joked. “I’m sorry Mia. It’s been a rough morning. I’m so glad to see you though.” “What happened,” she asked concerned. Lucas recounted how his mom had barged into his room to wake him up, saw him laying soaked in his own pee, and proceeded to wake him up. “She literally scared the piss out of me Mia,” he laughed but there was nothing funny about it at the time. Then he told her about his fight with his brother and how he’d threatened to tell all of his friends about his ‘night problem’ as he called it. Mia gave him a hug, “That sounds awful Luke. I’m sorry. Do you think your brother would actually tell anyone?” Lucas shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t think so, but you never know.” Mia planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you during study hall for tutoring, and this time we actually need to study.” “Okay, Lucas said if we must, I’d much rather do this,” Lucas said kissing her back but on the lips this time. “Lucas!!” She squealed, swatting at him with her book. “We’re at school” She giggled walking away, “see ya later,” he said as she walked away.
  13. The weekend was pretty uneventful for both Mia and Lucas. He managed to go both days without another accident, even waking up dry on Sunday morning, which always put him in a good mood. They exchanged a few texts, which were growing more flirty each day. On Sunday afternoon, Rebecca, Mia’s mom got a text from her sister, that she’d gone into labor a couple of weeks early. After a quick phone call between Mia’s mom and her Aunt, and a discussion between her parents, they had decided to go stay with her Aunt Kasey for a week to help her adjust to life with a new born. Mia was disappointed because she was originally going to go with her parents and spend time with her new baby cousin, but she had too many tests going on at school that week to even considering going with them. Since Mia was a very responsible 17 year old, her parents were comfortable leaving her home by herself for the week. Her parents left that night leaving her home by herself without much to do. She decided she better do some laundry for school that week, when an idea struck her. This was the perfect opportunity to explore her curiosities about what is was like for Lucas having his accidents. She’d be doing laundry anyways, so she would really be creating any extra problems for herself, and she already felt a need to relieve herself. She went to the kitchen and gulped down two tall glasses of water. She wanted to be desperate like Lucas was when he wet himself. She poured herself another big glass of water and headed to her room. Evaluating her need she was probably at about a 4/10, so Mia a flipped on a movie, vowing to herself that she wouldn’t give in to her need until the movie was in. She flopped into her bed and took a big drink of water. About 30 minutes she’d finished about half of her new glass of water on top of the 2 from earlier, and it was quickly making itself know in her bladder. She was up to about a 6 out of 10, which was certainly uncomfortable, but not unmanageable, so she tried to ignore it. 45 minutes later her 3rd glass of water was empty, and the movie was getting to the good part, not that Mia was hardly watching. Her urge had gone up to about an 8 and she couldn’t sit still she was fidgeting, and crossing her legs, a position she’d seen Lucas in on Friday. She thought, it wasn’t long after this point that he’d lost control and wet himself, but she wasn’t worried because she knew he had a weaker bladder than her. 10 minutes later the movie was nearing the end, and Mia had her hand jammed into her crotch. She thought she very well might have a genuine accident before the movie was over, but she wanted to wait it out. There was only about 10 minutes left anyway. As the credits rolled it was all Mia could do to remain in control of her bladder. She didn’t want to be in her bed when she wet herself, so she forced herself to sit up. A tiny leak managed to escape, dampening her baby blue cotton panties, but no wetness was visible on her light-washed blue jeans. Very carefully she removed her hand from her crotch, losing another squirt in the process. She didn’t want to give up yet. She wanted to really know how Lucas felt when he was trying to regain control and fight his need, even after leaking. She scooted to the edge of the bed, okay no more leaks she thought. That was good. She gingerly stood up, keeping her legs pressed together. Despite her best efforts a trickle escaped, but she was able to stop it after a couple of seconds. She looked down, taking in the sight of the softball sized wet patch on her crotch. Not wanting to stain her carpet she decided to go to her bathroom which was down the hall. She took a few steps, and started leaking. Mia jammed her hand into her crotch, attempting to stop the leak and also enjoying the warm denim against her privates. She waddled toward the bathroom with her hand pressed into her crotch and leaning forward. Every couple of steps she leaked a little bit. Finally she made it into the bathroom and admired her wet jeans in the mirror. She had a medium sized wet spot on the front of her jeans with wide steaks about half way down to her knees on both sides. She reached her hand inside her jeans and underwear clamping a finger right over her pee hole. A tickle caught in her nose and she sneezed, her finger the only thing preventing herself from losing control completely. She wanted to know what that would feel like so she slowly removed her finger, opening the flood gates as a torrent of pee rushed out of her. The tingly sensation she’d experienced when Lucas wet himself as much more intense as she watched herself in the mirror with the pee still gushing out of her. The streams of pee broke off into new paths all of which raced towards her socks. She watched as the saturated fabric gave up and pee went straight through the jeans and onto the floor in a puddle the grew in all directions. Finally her flow stopped naturally and she forced the last little bit out, briefly splashing her feet in her puddle. She felt the a different kind a wetness, more slippery, mixing with the pee in panties. She massaged herself through her jeans and panties, enjoying the feeling of the warm fabric. However, her body demanded for more direct pressure, she she slipped her hand back inside her pants and continued pleasuring herself until the tingling sensation intensified and spread from her groin to every area of her body, causing her to curl her toes before relaxing and taking a deep breath. Wow. She thought. If only Lucas saw her now... she wondered what he would think. He’d probably be disgusted that she willingly took part in the thing he hated most about himself, and that she’d actually enjoyed it. She contemplated this as she cleaned up the bathroom floor, stripped out of her wet clothes, and threw them along with some other clothes in the wash. She finished the night by taking a long hot shower and turning in early. As she drifted off to sleep she thought about Lucas and how she looked forward to seeing him at school tomorrow.
  14. Saturday: Lucas was getting desperate again. He was in the car with Mia, and she was trying to get him to a bathroom before he had an accident. “We can just go to my house, it’s closer,” she said. He just nodded and jammed his right hand in his crotch. Mia reaches over and grabbed his spare hand, holding it. Just as she was near her exit they spotted construction and she was forced to make a detour. As she veered away from the route they planned on taking he lost the first spurt. Soon after another spurt escaped. “Mia, I can’t hold on,” he said. Looking down at the softball sized wet patch on his crotch. “It’s okay Lucas, you can let go, you know I won’t judge you.” She responded. “What? That’s crazy you want me to wet myself on purpose?” He asked. “Well,” she said. “You’re probably not gonna make it anyway right?” He frowned as a slow steady trickle escaped. She was right, I might as well get it over with and at least be a little more comfortable. He released his last shred of control and his pee flooded out of him. Both of their eyes were on his rapidly growing wet patch. Mia pulled the car to the side of the road and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back still peeing as she placed her hand on his crotch. For some odd reason he didn’t feel at all embarrassed, and he was actually enjoying the sensation of warm pee encompassing his groin as the beautiful girl kissed him. The hot pee dribbled over her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind. She only kissed him harder. Lucas woke up with a start, breathing heavily as a last trickle of pee escaped him. Crap, he thought. I wet the bed again. As frustrated as he was with himself, he thought back to his dream and the way Mia had cupped his groin and kissed him intensely. Something about the thought had him cupping his own warm wet groin, fantasizing about his dream, and wondering what it would be like to see Mia wet herself. Soon he released a different kind of bodily fluids into his sheets. Good thing he needed to wash them anyways. Now that his excitement had past and his sheets were no longer warm, but cold and clammy, all that remained was shame. It was bad enough that he once again wet the bed, but the fact that he momentarily took pleasure in it was even worse. What a freak he thought. He got out of bed stripping his wet clothes off in disgust. He turn to his bed, the grey sheets had a big dark wet patch about 3 feet around. Sighing he stripped them off of his bed and put them in the pile with his wet clothes. Grabbing his towel he entered the bathroom and turned the shower on. He felt dirty in more ways than one as he contemplated his dream, and his fantasies of Mia feeling up his warm wet pants and even having her own accident. She’d never talk to him again if she found out, he thought. What he didn’t know is that she would love nothing more than to engage in those fantasies with him. Mia woke up, and her thoughts immediately turned to Lucas. She felt so bad about his accidents, and hated to see him humiliated, but a small part of her thought longingly about watching him have another accident. She wished she could tell him about how sexy she thought he looked wetting his pants, or how she longed to pull him in close and feel the warm wet fabric of his clothes against her. And one thought in particular that continued to pop into her head was: what would it feel like to wet herself like Lucas had a tendency to do. She decided to text him, and make sure he knew she was being genuine last night. “Good morning Lucas. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. How did you sleep last night?” Happy with her text, which she thought was the perfect balance of an innocent question while also leaving the door open for him to elaborate if he felt compelled to, she sent it. When Lucas hopped out of the shower and got dressed in some sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, he was pleasantly surprised to see a text from Mia waiting for him. He read the text blushing at the mention of how he slept. It was as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. There was no way however he would tell her about her dream. “Pretty well... all things considered,” he responded. He didn’t want to hide the truth from her; he had in fact wet the bed which he knew was what she was actually referring to when she asked how he slept. But he was starting to feel really comfortable around her, and he figured he could at least hint at wet bed without actually saying it. Mia picked up her phone when she got his message. Poor guy, she thought, immediately catching on to what he was implying. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it though, so she thoughtfully changed the topic without another mention of his accident.
  15. Lucas was beginning to think he would make it, that is until they hit a huge pot hole all of the sudden. He gasped out loud as a short squirt escaped, followed by another slightly longer squirt. He clamped down on his bladder as hard as he could and had some success in stemming the flow. Mia looked over at him, preparing herself for what she might see. When she saw only a tiny, golf ball sized wet spot in between his legs she was surprised and relieved for him. Lucas looked over and saw her looking at his crotch. When she looked up she gave him a soft smile, sad to see the shame he was wearing on his face. The worst of it was now that he’d lost control for a moment, it was the much harder to hold on. The remaining pee begged to be released, and he couldn’t help but put one hand on his crotch while the other held the wheel. As subtle as he was trying to be, it was clear that Mia knew exactly what he was doing and why. He was absolutely humiliated. He lost control again, but this time it was more of a slow leak, that became a small trickle. This one last several seconds before he was able to stop it. Looking down he could now see a softball sized wet batch on the front of his jeans. He didn’t even want to see what the back of his jeans looked like. And he couldn’t bring himself to look at Mia. His house come into view and he drove down the windy road before pulling into his driveway. He still needed to pee, though I little less desperately now. But he didn’t want to get up and broadcast his shame. After about a minute of just sitting in the parked car, Mia said, “Lucas, we’re gonna have to go in eventually.” He sniffled, a single tear ran down his cheek as he nodded. Mia surprised him, and herself, by leaning in and brushing the tear off and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Come on,” she said, unbuckling her seat belt and opening the car door. “M-my parents...” She tossed him his sweatshirt that was in the back seat. “Throw this around your waist.” He sighed, finally getting up and Mia was rewarded with a view of his butt, sporting a wet patch the size of a plate. He put the sweatshirt on with urgency as he realized how much he still needed to go. They entered the house and didn’t immediately see his parents. Lucas dashed up to his room and into the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door. Mia followed slowly behind. When she entered the room she couldn’t help but notice a faint smell of pee. Unsure of what to do, she pulled her work out of her backpack, thinking it would be best if she was busy with something when he came out. She sat down on the edge of his bed and noticed a loud distinct crinkle. Poor Lucas, she thought. A couple of minutes later he came out of the bathroom, his eyes a little redder and puffier, and Mia noticed that the front of his jeans were a little wetter than they had been. Wordlessly he walked to his dresser, pulled out some different clothes and reentered his bathroom. Mia kept working on her homework, ignoring the tingling feeling below her waist. Meanwhile, in the bathroom Lucas got changed thinking about the pretty girl in the next room. How could he face her? And why did this keep happening in front of her? He took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom in a fresh pair of jeans. “So, do you hate me?” Lucas asked. “Of course not. Why would you think that.” He walked over and sat down on the bed beside her cringing when the plastic sheet crinkled. Ugh... did she notice that? He looked at her questioningly, but she said nothing about the noise from the sheet. “It’s not very often you see a 16 year old pee his pants... and twice in 2 days? This is ridiculous,” he said. “Can I tell you a secret?” Mia said. Lucas just thought she was trying to make him feel better, but there was no secrete that she had that could compare to his. But he said, “sure.” “I...” she couldn’t bring herself to tell him how his accident made her feel all tingly. Maybe someday, she thought. “You what?” Lucas asked. “I, um, I just care about you a lot already Lucas. And I know that your accidents make you feel ashamed... or idk worried, and I just want you to know if doesn’t change how I think about you.” “Um, thanks Mia. That means a lot to me, really.” “And you can tell me if there’s anything else on your mind.” Mia said. “Uh, nope. Nothing really...” Mia gently pulled back his comforter, and put her hand on his top sheet and rubbed her hand down the mattress and back up. The plastic sheet crinkled. “Luke...” He said nothing choosing instead to look at his feet. “I know what a plastic sheet sounds like Lucas.” “What exactly did you want me to say, Mia?!” He snappped. “Oh ya, in addition to having a weak bladder and occasionally pissing my pants, I also wet the bed almost every night. Is that what you want to hear?!” Now is was her turn to get teary eyed. “No, of course not. I don’t want to hear that you’re going through something difficult that you can’t control, or how fustrated it makes you.” She sniffled. “I just care about you Lucas, and I thought you trusted me.” He wrapped his strong arms around the girl. “I’m sorry Mia, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He sighed and pulled back. “I’m not mad at you, you’ve been so kind to me through all of this. I’m just mad at myself.” “Why are you mad at yourself?” He said, “I’m mad because I’m 16 and I can’t even control my own bladder. Sometimes people at school think I’ve got it all together, basketball, looks, popularity,” Mia realized she had been one of those people at times, and she felt bad that she thought she knew everything there was to know about Lucas before she even met him. “But sometimes I just feel so alone. I have lots of friends, but I’ve been avoiding them lately and making excuses. I never go to sleepovers and there’s always this thought in the back of my head that none of them would still be here if they knew my secret.” He plopped all the way back on his bed, this time not worrying about his sheet, and stared at the ceiling. Mia lay back with him and said, “Lucas, you are so brave, going through all of this alone. I’m so sorry you’ve felt so isolated lately. Does anyone else know?” “Well my parents know that I wet the bed... and my brother,” he said. “That would be impossible to hide, and that’s why I started doing my own laundry. I hated the thought of my mom handling my pissy sheets and pajamas.” He said. “And they’ve seen me caught short and have a minor leak or something before... but they don’t really know how bad it is.” “So I guess, not. No one really knows... except you now,” he said. “Well I’m glad you told me then,” Mia said. “You shouldn’t have to go through this alone. Has your little brother had any trouble wetting the bed?” Lucas rolled his eyes. “No. It’s so frustrating. Do you know what it’s like having my 9 year old brother easily stay dry every night, while I try everything and still wake up soaked.” Mia snuggled over and lay her head on His chest, saying “that sounds horrible. I hope you don’t mind if I ask you, and feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but how often do you wet the bed?” He sighed once again, “About 5 or 6 times a week, I guess.” “Have you always wet the bed?” she asked. “Well until I was 10 it was every night. Then once and a while for another 3 years. But for a while when I was about 13 it stopped completely, for maybe a year or so... but it come back stronger than ever and that’s when I started having an occasional day time accident too.” he answered. Mia was surprised my how much detail he was going into. Although he was a little embarrassed, he seemed relieved to finally be talking about this with someone. “Huh,” Mia said. “That’s weird that it stopped and came back even worse. Have you been to a doctor at all?” “No, not for this at least, since I was maybe 11 or 12. But you know what it’s like in a small town. My doctor is my friend’s dad, and I know he can’t tell his son anything because of confidentiality stuff, but I cringe thinking about going over to his house and seeing his dad. Or thinking about declining a sleepover once again and his dad would know exactly why...” “I can see why that would be uncomfortable... have you ever considering using, you know, like protection.” For a second Lucas was confused but then a shot straight up out of the bed. “What you mean like a diaper?! Are you kidding. Just because I piss my bed doesn’t mean I’m a frickin’ baby.” Ugh, Mia shook her head. She shouldn’t have asked. She stood up and took both of his hands in hers. “Lucas, I didn’t say you were a baby. I just thought you might be more comfortable if you weren’t sleeping in cold wet sheets or trying to wash them every morning.” He sat back down. “I guess I see where you’re coming from. But I can’t imagine that. And like I said, it’s a small town, if people see my mom out and about buying diapers in my size, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who they’re for.” “I’m sorry Lucas, you’re right. It’s none of my business anyways. Should we work on your school work for a little while? That is what I came over for right?” Mia said with a smile. “Sure. Anything’s better than talking about this.” he said pulling out his homework. Mia talked him through multivariable equations and methods like isolation and substitution for solving. About an hour in Lucas’s dad Paul knocked on the door and stuck his head in. “Ahh, you must be Mia,” he said. “Whipping my boy into shape are you?” Mia chuckled, “Yes sir. We’ve got a long way to go.” “Would you like to stay for dinner Mia?” ha asked. Me looked at Lucas, who smiled and nodded, before answering “Sure, Mr. Green. Thank you.” “No problem, and call me Paul. 15 minutes later they were all sitting down at the table eating hamburgers and talking about basketball. Mia could see that Lucas’s parents we’re proud of him, and she could help but wonder how they would react if they knew their star player was no stranger to wetting his pants. Or what they would think if they knew he’d peed his pants in front of her. But she pushed those thoughts from her mind and tried to enjoy her dinner. After eating, Lucas drove her home, giggling at her as she sang every word to one of the songs. This girl was full of surprises, and her personality was just as beautiful as she was. Even after everything that had happened that day he couldn’t help but smile. When he got to her house, he opened her door like a gentleman, and walked her to the porch. “I had fun tonight,” Mia said. “Me too,” Lucas said. She fumbled with her keys, and He took this as an opportunity to lean in, brush the hair out of her face and plant one soft kiss on her lips. Just as he started to pull back, she reciprocated sliding her hand up his back. She took a step back, smiled, and said, “So I guess this was a date then?” He chuckled and said, “I guess you could say that. We should do this again sometime.” “Yeah,” Mia responded, “and maybe with less studying.” And less pants wetting too, Lucas thought. But instead he just smiled and said goodnight. Mia stepped inside and leaned back against the door. She wanted to cherish this moment.
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