Well... I feel like I own an explanation. Basically I have this thing where my interest in this sort of fetish runs hot and cold and, if I'm not in the mood, it's near impossible for me to write this. Parts of this were written during this time and it shows. There is no longer a clear end date for this, but I still intend to work on this as much as I can until it's finished. So prepare for a few parts over the course of the next week. Here's hoping I don't run into another dry spell until this is finished.
Part 4
The alarm clock buzzed obnoxiously as Amber rubbed her eyes. "Getting up early again for this stupid class. At least this one is on a Sunday so I can actually rest when i get home without worrying about another class." Amber sighed. She reached down between her legs to see if she had lasted the night, only to be greeted with a tale tale squish and the sight of a small puddle that had formed on the rubber sheet between her legs. "Again!" She groaned "Is it too much to ask that these things last a night?"
She got up and stripped her diaper off before setting down on her toilet to empty herself as much as possible before changing into a new one. She pushed for a second before a few drips flowed out into the water below her. "It must have happened right before I got up." She thought to herself. She stood up to clean herself off. "So, assuming I peed right before I woke up then that means I when from 11pm last night to 7pm today. That means my sleeping self held it for a little under 8 hours after not drinking much before bed. If I go to sleep one hour before I need too and set an alarm for half way through the night then I should be able to prevent this from happening again."
"Hey Amber" Yelled a voice from downstairs. "Are you ready?"
"Hold on Daisy!" Amber yelled back as she changed into one of her floral shirts. She went to grab a diaper before looking down to the box of training panties she was meant to be wearing but hadn't touched since her incident Thursday. "I won't drink anything until I get home. It will be OK!" she said to herself before pulling one up. She finished changing before running down the stairs outside of her room.
"Hey buddy!" Daisy yelled before grabbing Amber into a hug. "You ready to go now?" she said with a smile.
"Yeah sure." Amber said with a award smile. "Hey, why do you have to go to this class anyway? I thought you were taking the class online."
"Oh that." Daisy said. "After reading the form I had to fill out they said that I needed to attend a few classes, just until they think I know what i need to work on."
"Ok." Amber said. "By the way you've been doing what I told you the other day right?"
"Oh that." Daisy said with a slightly awkward smile. "I still don't have the hang of keeping it in. By the time I realize that I need to go I'm already peeing, but I'm mostly used to going in the toilet now."
"When was the last time you went?" Amber said with concern?
"Umm..." Daisy said before stopping for a second to think. "I think it was an hour ago, right after i got up and changed."
There conversation was cut off by the sound of Rebecca's door flying open as a shirtless man walked out. "See ya latter babe." he said as he looked back at a nearly naked Rebecca. She was technically clothed, but only wore a thin night shirt that was practically see through and a pair of men's boxers.
She waved back at him while she played with her hair. "See you latter Brocky." she said flirtatiously.
Daisy blushed and averted her eyes as the man walked past and zipped up the fly of his pants. "Lets get out of here Amber!" she said as she walked out the door.
The two of them walked down the sidewalk towards the building that their class was held in for a few minutes before the usually talkative Daisy broke the silence. "I can't believe what that- that..." Daisy trailed off, looking like she was trying to think of a nicer word than what came to mind.
"Bimbo?" Amber said.
"That Bimbo did! What kind of girl brings a boy into her room like that! I should report her the- the-... something!" Daisy shouted.
"It's not against the rules or anything. If you want to go to a school like this then you've got to get used to people doing things you don't like." Amber interjected.
"Well the least she could do is not have her shirtless boy toy running around where the rest of us live." Daisy said.
Amber looked up at the doors of campus the health and nursing building. "Looks like we're here."
They walked in before Daisy turned to the left as Amber walked toward the right. "Where are you going?" Daisy asked.
"My class is this way." Amber said.
"What." Daisy sighed. "My class is this way. I was hoping we'd have class together."
"Guess not." Amber said as she leaned up against the wall. She looked down to see that Daisy was shifting her wight from foot to foot and was holding her legs closer together than normal. "Hey Daisy. Are you ok?"
"Yeah why do you ask?"
"You might want to-" Amber said before being cut off by the sound of a bell.
Amber ran down the hall to the door on the end with a paper sign on the door. "WO 133 Advanced class 3. So they put me in the advanced class? " Amber though to herself as she walked through the door. Inside were a dozen or so other women, most of whom looked about her age. She sat down in the only open seat between a Japanese girl with hair that had been died pink and a tee shirt that looked like it was from a anime that she had never seen before and a brunette woman that looked somehow familiar to her, though she couldn't place from where. "Am I late?" Amber asked the girls setting next to her.
"Yes, but so is the teacher. So you're good." Replied the brunet.
"Oh good." Amber said with a sigh of relief. She stared at the woman she was talking to for a second before continuing. "Hey, I'm sorry to ask but do I know you from somewhere?"
"You a soccer fan? I joined the team here so that might be it." She replied.
"Oh that's it. I was trying out for the team before the semester started. I was hoping to qualify for a scholarship but that didn't work out." Amber replied with a sigh.
"Oh yeah I remember you, you were pretty good if i remember right. To bad you sprung a leak during tryouts."
"Yeah..." Amber said with a concealed somber tone. "They only let in girls that can hold it for a whole game."
"Oh that stinks." Replied the Japanese girl that was setting to the left of them. "I like soccer, but I can't play it. But I like watching it. One of my favorite anime is based off Soccer. Do any of you watch anime?" She said with a bubbly tone.
The two girls turned their heads to her and looked for a second before replying. "Uh... no." Amber replied.
"I don't watch cartoons." Replied the brunet.
"Oh. Ok." The girl replied as she looked away in disappointment.
Before anyone could think of another topic of discussion, the door few open as the teacher ran in. Amber recognized her, she was the same professor from the orientation she had to take. "Sorry I'm late class, I had to make a pit stop on the way here." She said ash she walked over to the seat in the middle of the group of students. "My name is Miss Dunage, you can call me Clara. Now this isn't going to be a normal class. We have these on Sundays because we hold these pretty much all day, but each individual class only lasts about 30 minutes max. This is mostly just for reporting your progress and getting advice so you don't need to be here long, and having every new woman in the school taking the same class put a strain on the system when we tried to do this the normal way." She said as she gestured to the class. "Now the advanced classes are for anyone that can stop themselves from defecating and can detect their need to pee." She said doing her best not to make anyone in the class feel awkward. "Now I'm just going to ask everyone to tell us a bit about themselves and their situation as far as this goes."
"Well this will at least give me a chance to see how I compare to the others. Maybe I'm not much worse off than the others." Amber though to herself.
Before long, it was her row's turn to speak. The brunet Girl stood up to speak. "My name is Rose, I'm from New England, I play soccer, and if I'm being honest I don't see why I need to be here. I'm fine during the day. The only reason I wore diapers in my home town is because nowhere had a girl's bathroom. I've switched to underwear since I got here." She said in annoyed tone.
"You said during the day, how are you at night?" The professor replied.
Roses eyes when wide for a second before she averted them. "Ok so I still have a problem with bedwetting, but I'm fine the rest of the time." she said before setting down.
"Well we'll work on that problem, you'll be recycling that rubber sheet by the end of the semester." The professor said before gesturing to Amber.
Before Amber could stand up, the Japanese girl next to her shot up. "My Name is Hagakure NI- I mean Nico Hagakure. Sorry, still working on my English. I'm a Japanese exchange student. My favorite show is-"
"I'm sorry but we're running low on time, can you tell us about your situation as it pertains to the class?" The professor interrupted.
"Oh ok... I took a class like this in high school but it didn't turn out well. You can usually find girl's rooms in Japan if you look but the lines are so long that me and a lot of other girls just wear diapers. Going to the bathroom just takes too long so I just go in my diaper if I'm busy or not at home. I usually don't wet the bed but if it wakes me up i just go and take care of it in the morning." She said before setting down.
"No shame on this girl." Amber heard Rose mumble under her breath.
"Ok thank you, now it's your turn miss... James."
Amber slowly stood up before responding. "My name is Amber James. I'm a Marine Biology student. I can usually tell before I need to go but I have to run to the restroom pretty soon after that. I've tried Pot- Err Toilet training before so I know the general drill." Before she could continue, she felt a twinge in her bladder that told her that she needed to go soon. "Shit" she though to herself. Thankfully, the bell rang and people got up to leave.
Before Amber could follow them, the professor spoke up. "Wait Amber, could I speak with you for a moment?"
"Sure" Amber said with a forced smile as she walked back to set next to the teacher.
"So Amber, it says here that you're Ruby Jame's daughter. Is that true?" Clara said with a smile.
"Yes." Amber replied.
"Oh that's so cool! I'm sure you've heard about me then. We were roommates back in college."
"She doesn't talk about her old friends much." Amber said with a slightly aggravated tone.
"Oh..." Clara said with disappointment. "Well we were the best of friends back then. She was the one that convinced me to to start continence training, along with half the women at our school. We were always rallying support to fix something around the school. I remember the time we-"
"Miss Dunage." Amber interrupted. "I don't mean to be rude, but why did you want to talk to me?"
"Oh yes." She said while she opened Amber's folder. "It says here that you attempted Toilet training 3 separate times. That's fairly uncommon so, since I am your advisor, I thought that I would ask you about that."
Amber sighed and hunched over. "It's a long story OK" Amber mumbled.
"I just want to know about this so I can help you out. This isn't just another class, it's important for you as a person."
Amber leaned back to make herself more comfortable before explaining. "Well, my mom was never happy about me being in diapers. She didn't technically try training me until I was around 9, but even before that she did things like set me down on a boy's training potty whenever she went to the bathroom."
"Well that sounds supportive." Miss Dunage interjected.
"You would think so." Amber said. "around the time I turned 9 or so mom got serious about breaking me off diapers. For about a year or so, Mom would have me on a bathroom timer, a bedweting alarm, and some kind of "Bladder expansion training". If I went through more than two diapers a day then Mom would start taking the cost out of my allowance. So I stopped drinking anything when I wasn't at home. I played soccer at the time so I was always dehydrated. It stopped after I fainted during a game and my guidance concealer told her that this wasn't having a good effect on my well being."
Clara sat there for a moment, but Amber continued before she could say anything.
"The second time was when I was around 10 or 11. Mom decided to try diaper rationing and some other things to help, but that was after she and my dad got a divorce so Mom was only in charge for half of my time. Things continued on and off for a bit until Mom decided this was a fools errand so she decided to wait until later. Once my dad got arrested when I was around 13 she got full custody. After that it was back to the rationing, forced hourly bathroom visits, Bladder training and everything else she could find online. After almost a year of this she was so aggravated with me that she put me in white pants and made me go daiperless in public." Amber paused for a moment as she crosses her legs. "It worked for almost a week, she was so happy with that progress that she bought me a few pairs of panties. But..." Amber said as her tone turned a bit more somber. "She brought me to see a 3D showing of Finding Nemo at our local theater. I was so happy watching the movie that I didn't realize when I needed to pee and before I knew it I was setting in a puddle."
"Oh don't feel bad" Clara said in a comforting tone. "Everyone knows that girls don't develop proper bladder control until they're 17 or so. It happens to everyone at that age."
"Apparently my Mom didn't believe that. Every since then she just gave up on me. It's why I moved out as soon as I turned 18."
They both sat there in silence for a moment before Amber felt another twitch from her bladder. "If it's OK miss Dunage, can I go now?"
"Hold on for a second." Clara said. "I just want to remind you to download the app for that alarm you got. It messages you reminders, helps measure bladder capacity, and a whole bunch of other stuff that should help you out."
"Thanks" Amber said as she made her way hastily to the door.
"Also just try and hold off on going to the bathroom as long as you think you can, it helps get your body use to not just letting it all out whenever it likes." Clara said as Amber walked out the classroom door.
Amber walked down the hall to the girl's bathroom. "Well hopefully I should be able to avoid any embarrassment today." She walked through the doors and saw Daisy getting out of one of the Stalls.
"Hey Amber!" Daisy yelled.
"Hey Dais."
"Hey I want you to see something." Daisy said as she lifted her skirt, revealing a yellow duck print diaper.
"Yeah that's great..." Amber said awkwardly. "Why are you showing me this?" She said as she looked to the stalls behind Daisy.
"Don't you see? It's dry. I made it through class this time, I was even able to hold it for a few minutes after i realized what it was." Daisy said with a smile.
"that's great Dais." Amber said with a genuine smile.
"Anyway, I'm heading back to our dorm. Are you coming with me?
"Yeah just hold on a..." Amber trailed off as she remembered the advice that her teacher had gave her. "You know what, yeah I'm ready!" The two of them walked out of the building and towards home.
"So how did class go?" Daisy asked.
"Ok, there are some weird people in my class. You?"
"It was pretty boring. There were a couple of girls that needed a change during class and had to leave.There was one that didn't know how to change himself." Daisy replied.
"Wait really?" Amber said "Who doesn't know how to do that at our age?"
"Yeah. There was also a man there, that made things a little awkward."
"Wait." Amber said holding up her hand to her head. "Ive never heard of a guy in diapers before."
"He said that he's from a country in South America where no men are potty trained." Daisy said.
"What? I didn't even know that was a thing." Amber said with a confused expression. She felt another whine come from her bladder, causing her to press her thighs together for a second. "Hey Dais you mind if we change the subject?"
"Oh sure." Daisy said. "So what do you think about Quantum conciseness theory?"
"Uhhhh, What?" Amber asked.
"Basically it's the theory that all of human conciseness is- Oh wait there's the dorm." Daisy said as the sight of their building distracted her.
"Oh good, anyway I'm heading to my room." Amber said as she ran up the stairs. She quickly sprinted to her door and fiddled around in her purse to find her keycard. She felt a strong jolt come from her bladder this time, letting her know that she wouldn't last long. "Come on. Come on!" she said to her self. She shuffled through the pockets of her purse a=for a minute or two before she finally found what she was seeking. "Thank God!"
She unlocked her door and ran to the bathroom. She stripped of her clothes and diaper before pausing. She remembered what she was told earlier and decided to see how long she could last. She sat her clothes down on top of her rubber sheet and sat on them naked with the exception of a white bra and a pair of socks. She sat her hands to her side and spread her legs as wide as she could. "If I pee now it'll stain my clothes, hopefully this will give me an incentive to hold it for another minute or two."
She sat there for a minute, then two, then five, her bladders cry for release growing ever more present the longer she sat there, "Come on you can do it, if you let go now you'll have a huge mess to clean up. You can do it Amber!" She said to herself. She looked over to her clock to see how much time had passed. "Ok it's been seven minutes now, I can make it another 3." She sad there as her body began to quiver. This wasn't just a mater of training herself now, she was starting to enjoy it. She struggled against the desire to hold herself and cross her legs as the 9 minute mark passed. "I can do this." She thought to herself." She felt a small amount of moisture escape from her onto her skin, not enough to drip down but enough to be noticed.
She looked over to the clock to see that the 10 minute mark was nearly here. "I guess I should get up now." She stood up and put her hands to her side as she slowly walked to the toilet, fighting every urge to jam her hands between her legs. She squatted down as the timer passed 10, leading to her releasing a hot stream into the water below before her bum could meet the seat. She leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. "I've never felt so good pissing in my life."