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  1. Pictured: Emily, probably. Artwork is from https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/97243571 Shayla eventually calmed down a bit after stifling some giggles. She had a wide grin on her face. Emily had been such a bitch to her all day; getting back at her like this was perfect. Emily was clearly very sensitive about being lumped into the bedwetting cabin with the likes of Melody and May, and she guessed, herself. To be fair, Emily had also totally wet herself today, and the only reason that Shayla had an accident was because of her. That totally justified Shayla’s latest prank. Totally. Content with herself, Shayla fell into a deep and relaxed sleep. Thoughts of the mysterious, abandoned town still occasionally echoed through her head, but not in a nightmarish way. It was rare for Shayla to have dreams about something that happened so recent, dreams where people she just met showed up. There was something about this place, like it was its own little world, cut off from everywhere else. She slept soundly through what remained of the night. ... The gray morning sun gently peered through the windows of the small cabin as a small alarm beeped from somewhere in the center of the room. Fern groggily opened her eyes and grabbed her digital watch, turning it off. It was time for her to wake the campers, for everyone to get started with their day. She breathed in deeply. The faint smell of pee meant that someone had just had an accident. No clue who, but she had her list of usual suspects. Shayla, perhaps one of her most regular suspects, was already awake from the first little chimes of the digital alarm. Not only was she awake, but giddy with excitement. She had made it all the way through the night, totally dry. For most people her age, that wasn’t a huge accomplishment. But for an aspiring prankster such as herself, staying dry this morning felt amazing. This was going to be a good day. The only thing on Shayla’s mind at that moment, while she laid there silently, was the look on Emily’s face when she woke up. Fern stood up, cleared her throat, and found her voice. In a few long, drawn out words, she began to wake everyone up. “Good moooorning! It’s time to get up….. Hope you slept well.” Several of the campers shifted groggily, including Shayla, who eagerly stretched and sat up on her bed, turning in Emily’s general direction. As the padding moved beneath her pajamas, Shayla delightedly, smugly confirmed that she had slept dry. Unlike some other people. Melody was the next to rise. She sat up, stretching her hands out into the room as she let out a big yawn. She crinkled loudly when she sat up, her blankets and pajamas rustling. Next was May, who bolted up, obviously somewhat giddy with excitement, much like Shayla was. May and Shayla exchanged eye contact, grinning. Shayla knew she wouldn’t have to say anything, that Emily’s embarrassment would be quite the sight, something to enjoy with May. “Good morning everyone!” Fern reiterated. “Time to get up!” Willow stirred awake, sitting up as well. Shayla heard a gasp from Emily, followed by frantic rustling within her sleeping bag. That’s right, Emily, Shayla thought, it’s soaking wet. You totally just tinkled your panties like a little bedwetter. Don’t be so surprised. When Emily turned her face to the room, it was beet red. She sat up, her sleeping bag still wrapped tightly around her. She was obviously distressed, frantically thinking about what to do next. Shayla had been in that position recently, and it was almost hard to enjoy it when she saw that look on Emily’s face. Shayla reminded herself of what a bitch Emily was, that she had been put in pullups yesterday because of her. That steeled her resolve. “How is everyone doing today?” Fern asked. “Good.” Melody mumbled. Everyone else gave some kind of vague acknowledgement or blinked slowly. “Good.” Fern said, already fully awake and cheerful. She looked very cute, even after she had just woken up moments ago. “Now, let’s discuss our progress as a cabin. Did anybody have a little accident that you should tell us about? Would anybody like to share first?” Fern turned to Shayla, but Shayla didn’t say anything. She wanted to save her satisfaction until a bit later. Willow raised her hand. “I stayed dry!” she said. Fern turned to her. “Very good, Willow. You are doing great with reducing your night-time accidents. Did you use any padding?” “Nope.” Willow said, confidently. Emily looked worried, wearing an expression of reluctance and anxiety. Even her friend could stay dry. “Great job. Another sunshine sticker for you, Willow.” Fern said, wondering to herself where the pee smell was coming from. “Who else? Remember, it’s OK if you had an accident, and you don’t have to be as dry as Willow to share with everyone.” May interjected. “I stayed dry, too.” Emily reacted even more strongly this time. Shayla could hardly contain herself. “Good job staying dry, May. Did you wear something to help you, just in case?” Fern asked. “No.” May said, looking at Emily. “I am a big girl and everything, I don’t think I need to wear them.” Emily scowled, still keeping silent. Fern gently corrected her. “Some big girls do still wear special underwear, and some big girls use them. It doesn’t make them any less of a big girl, okay May? We don’t judge here.” May nodded unconvincingly. “Who is next?” Fern asked. “Some of us are doing great so far this morning, but it’s totally all right if you struggled with dryness last night.” Melody shyly raised her hand. “I think--” she stammered slightly. “I think I need a change.” Melody blushed. She seemed to wet her bed every night, no matter what she did. “That’s just fine, Melody.” Fern said without missing a beat. “That doesn’t make you any less of a big girl.” Melody smiled, sitting up with her legs slightly apart. “We’ll get you changed right before breakfast, sound good?” Melody nodded, a little cheered up by Fern’s words. “Shayla, Emily. You’ve both been awfully quiet this morning. I’m sure that doesn’t mean you have nothing to say.” Emily looked more frantic than ever, hiding in her sleeping bag like it was a cocoon. Shayla watched for just a second before speaking up. “I’m dry, too!” She said. “I slept through the night totally dry.” She reiterated. Emily’s face looked incredulous, maybe even a bit hostile. Before Fern could give her congratulations, Emily interjected: “I seriously doubt that.” Emily said flatly. “Prove it.” “Emily, it’s not very nice of you to accuse Shayla of lying. I’m sure she’s telling the truth. And she doesn’t owe it to you to prove anything.” Fern turned to Shayla. “Shayla, good job. Did you wear your pullup?” “Yes.” Shayla said reluctantly. Emily might have had an accident, but it was still deeply embarrassing that Shayla had so many of that that she was still in pampers at night. And lately, during the day, too. Maybe, Shayla thought, she could sneak into a pair of normal panties today. “Very good, then. A sunshine sticker for you, Shayla.” Fern said, cheerfully. “Emily, maybe it’s about time for you to share.” The boisterous and proud Emily that had taunted Shayla and locked her out of the bathroom was gone. Her last-ditch gambit to make Shayla look bad had failed. Emily mumbled something incoherently, but Shayla couldn’t catch what it was. She started to feel a little bad for Emily, who was clearly feeling very sensitive. Fern picked up on the hesitation. “Did you have an accident, Emily?” She asked directly. Emily’s eyes teared up a little bit. “I th-think so.” She said, trailing off. “It’s all right if you did, Emily.” Fern said, reassuringly. “You’re not going to get any of judgment from us. It’s okay if you don’t always make it through the night dry. You’re still a big girl.” The reassurance didn’t seem to comfort Emily very much. “Y-yeah. I’m gonna need my sleeping bag washed.” Emily finally choked out. “That’s just fine, I will take care of that after breakfast. For now, just step out of that wet sleeping bag. We’ll get you and Melody all cleaned up momentarily. I just want to emphasize that it’s totally fine, and also that everyone else did a fantastic job with staying dry last night. It always pleases me when I get to add a bunch of sunshine stickers.” Fern said cheerfully. Emily sniffled a little bit and stepped out of her sleeping bag. “Fine.” She trailed off. Emily was clearly soaked, more so than Shayla had even imagined. She wore a light pink shirt with a complementary pair of pants, both of which sported large, sprawling stains that reached from her crotch along her back, almost to her neck. Her legs were soaking wet, the sweatpants clinging to her body along the backs of her legs, the stains having crept down her calves, nearing her ankles. Even Shayla’s own embarrassing, crinkling “night-time underwear” would have been no match for Emily’s accident. Fern began putting the stickers on as everyone else shuffled around, getting ready for their morning showers. As always, they got first dibs on the shower, just in case someone ended up looking like Emily. Shayla’s pullup crinkled loudly as she moved around, but she found that it was comfortable when it wasn’t soaking wet. A few times, Shayla had almost forgotten that she was wearing it in all of the excitement. Part of Shayla would have really liked to prove to Emily that she was dry, but anything to emphasize that she was in a glorified diaper just wasn’t something that Shayla could stomach. As Fern got to her row on the chart, Shayla realized that this was her first sunshine sticker since she’d been here. The first time that, when asked, Shayla was able to say with confidence that she had not wet her pants like a little girl. The feeling was an odd mix of pride and shame. It felt like a big deal, but it was mortifying to admit that fact. As Emily moved around and peeled off her soaking clothes, Shayla caught glimpses of the sheet over her waterproof mattress. It was very light gray, with overlapping pale yellow stains. She remarked that it was somewhat like her own. Emily tossed the soaking sleeping bag into the bin along with her sheet, which she peeled off of her bed quickly. Emily’s things would comprise the whole of that bin’s embarrassing contents. Emily changed into her swimsuit for the short walk to the shower, which was an amusing juxtaposition against everyone’s pajamas. Shayla pulled her pajama pants down, revealing her cute, flowery pullup diaper. She began to slide it down her legs when Fern interrupted her. “You’re taking that off?” She asked. “Yeah.” Shayla replied, sliding it back up. “Is… that a problem?” Emily began to look over, a sneering look on her face. “I’m just not sure you should take it off just yet.” Fern said. Then, in a quieter voice, she added “you know, after yesterday?” Shayla felt a knot of dread building in her chest. Every day in diapers had the potential to be infinitely humiliating were even the slightest wardrobe malfunction (or bladder malfunction) to occur. “But… I stayed dry last night.” Shayla said, already feeling feeble. Emily smirked. “I know, and that’s great, but--” Fern paused. “It’s just that… I think I need to see a bit more progress from you before I let you wear panties again.” “Come on!” Shayla said. I didn’t even… need it that much yesterday.” Shayla said, choking on her words. “Come on, Shayla, it’s okay. It will be fine. You won’t even notice that you have them on. And if you can keep them dry all day today, you can wear panties tomorrow. Does that sound like a deal?” Shayla knew better than to argue with Fern. Playing stupid games would win her stupid prizes, including a nearly endless stream of infantilizing remarks. This was already embarrassing enough, especially with the way that Emily was going to tease her later. That would be rich, coming from her. “Fine.” Shayla said, dejected at the thought of wearing pampers again all day. Emily, who was standing behind Fern, raised her eyebrows and put her hand up to her mouth, mocking a gesture of suppressing laughter. Again, Shayla thought, that was rich something from someone whose back was sticky with her own urine. Neither Emily nor Shayla were getting their way today, but Shayla realized that it was at least better than yesterday. Except that Emily and Willow were getting some kind of prize, whatever that was. That thought annoyed Shayla even more, since Emily and Willow had clearly swept the prize from under May and her. Even with her soaking wet revenge, Shayla couldn’t help but feel that her day had begun in an annoying way. She was going to have to crinkle around in pullups all day again while Emily and Willow rubbed their epic prize in her face. Shayla at least hoped that the prize was seriously disappointing. Like maybe they would get an hour of TV or something like that. Whatever they received, at least it would keep them out of Shayla’s hair. She honestly just wanted some time to herself, some time to think. That probably wasn’t going to happen any time soon. May and Shayla exchanged a few looks while everyone finished their preparations for shower time. As Conflicted as Shayla was feeling that morning, it was still an amusing sight to see Emily use two or three Lysol wipes on her waterproof mattress. If amusing was the wrong word, it was at least accurate to say that it wasn’t crushing to Shayla’s self esteem. Soon, everyone was ready to head to the showers. The lot of them stepped outside, into the slightly cool morning air. Shayla squinted for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the cloudy light. Under her arm, Shayla tucked her towel, her small bottle of shampoo, and her outfit for that day: her high-waisted jeans from the day before, a braided leather belt, and a pale pink blouse. Walking to the toilets, Shayla became more and more conscious of her padded underwear rubbing against her privates. She could handle one more day. One more day of staying dry, one more day as if she were back in toilet training. It was no big deal. Shayla would come out on top, not just by pushing Emily down, but by raising herself up. She talked herself up on the way to the shower, finding it helpful for waking up. May wasn’t saying very much, seeming a bit groggy. Everyone walked in silence for a few moments, with Fern and Melody out in front. Melody was waddling a little bit, swinging her hips wide with each step. Not only that, she was going agonizingly slow, in effect holding everyone up temporarily. “Are you gonna change me soon?” Melody asked Fern. Shayla looked around, praying to herself that nobody heard that. Fern, seemingly reading Shayla’s concern, answered Melody’s question in a low, discreet voice: “Yes, very soon, don’t worry about it.” Melody, picking up on the quiet tone, answered back in a low voice. Shayla heard her say “Okay, good, because…” before stepping up and whispering into Fern’s ear. “That’s fine.” Fern replied. “Good job letting me know. I’ll help you.” The two of them picked up the pace a little bit, which was a relief for Shayla and the others, who, Shayla guessed, probably could all use a bathroom break. She herself didn’t need to go too badly, but she would still give it a try, vowing to do everything to avoid her overconfident mistakes of the recent past. At least, Shayla thought, she wasn’t waddling to the toilets today, or, at least, right now. Hopping from foot to foot now, Melody was actually starting to look a little desperate as the girls neared the door. Fern rapidly ushered Melody into the first available stall. Shayla paused, hearing Fern talk from behind the stall door: “That’s it, just another minute, just sit down here. Let’s get those pants off… Just keep holding for a second, you’ve got it…” As Shayla stood there for a moment, Emily came up behind her, whisper-yelling in her ear “Waiting for your turn, pamper-champ?” Emily and Willow giggled before Emily gave Shayla’s butt a hard smack, causing Shayla to gasp and jump a little bit. Furious, she balled her fists up and whipped around, facing Emily, who stood there in her skimpy, two-piece swimsuit. Shayla looked Emily directly in the eye, then said, in a firm and matter-of-fact tone, “Wash your hands before you touch me next time.” She maintained eye contact with Emily, refusing to be the one to break it. Behind the stall door, Shayla could hear Fern pulling some tapes off while Melody whimpered quietly. “You’re so close.” Fern whispered reassuringly. “...Butt up now.” Shayla heard the sound of plastic sliding against porcelain and Fern’s shoes squeak on the concrete floor. Almost instantly after that, Shayla heard Melody’s extended sigh of relief as she let go. The sound of water hitting water began strongly. “Good job, Melody.” Fern said with genuine enthusiasm. “Very good job.” All the while, Shayla’s and Emily’s gazes were mutually locked. At last, it was Emily who broke the confrontation, pointing her head at the ground and trudging behind Shayla, knocking her shoulder on the way to the shower room. Willow followed. Shayla smiled to herself momentarily, holding her chin up high and refusing to turn towards Emily. Vowing to keep her promise of dryness, Shayla headed into another stall. She pulled her crinkling underwear down along with her pajama pants and let loose a small stream that eventually turned into a heavy flow. It felt extremely relieving, and Shayla hadn’t even realized that she needed to go so bad. That fact was alarming, but at least she made it well on time, bone-dry. She could still overhear Fern and Melody. “Remember to wipe.” Fern gently reminded Melody. “I thought you were gonna.” Melody said. “Well, it’s good to get used to doing it yourself.” Fern countered. Shayla rolled her eyes, still urinating. What had she gotten herself into? She would be so much happier in a different cabin, if only she found some way to hide her “night-time troubles.” Shayla’s daytime troubles were not even her fault, she told herself. She was just getting used to the new place and to Emily’s harassment. This cabin wasn’t doing any good. “You’re going to get in the shower, so there’s no need this time.” Fern said. “Okay!” Melody said, seeming a little relieved. Shayla heard her break off a piece of toilet paper, wipe herself, and flush. The flushing sound echoed through the concrete building. “Good girl.” Fern said. “Let’s get you washed up.” Shayla finished peeing and joined the others in the shower room, first stripping nude and hiding her pullup in the folds of her jeans, which she left at a bench. That would be quite an embarrassing thing for someone to witness. Shayla stepped into the shower, enjoying the privilege of first dibs on hot water for the entire camp. She quickly shampooed her hair. Emily, May, Shayla, and Willow were momentarily joined by Fern and Melody, who where also stripped down. Shayla couldn’t help but glance at Fern’s nude body for a moment, remarking on her stunning features. More than one thing, Shayla noticed several little things about Fern. Her striking collarbones, her foot arches fit for ballet, and her voluminous hair, unfurled and slightly curled from its consistent confinement into a high ponytail. Shayla took a mental picture before returning her gaze back to the wall. The girls washed up, the water waking them up for the day. Emily and Willow chatted as they ended their brief showers and dried off. Shayla always found the shower to be a bit of an awkward place for conversation, so she kept quiet, dried off, and returned to the bench where her clothes were. Reluctantly, she unfurled her jeans and slipped on her pullup once more. Its cheerful, cute design was almost annoying at this point. So babyish. Nevertheless, she slipped it on and pulled her pants up before securing her belt. She put her blouse on. It was going to be a long day, Shayla knew, but it would be over sooner or later.
  2. Just wanted to say, awesome story so far, I can't wait to see where it goes! Excellent writing, very compelling stuff.
  3. Following because Dechau is my favorite omo manga ever!
  4. Overall wettings are just so cute. Something special about how hard it is to get off when you desperately need to.
  5. This is amazing. I loved how desperate she got ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
  6. Got it here. Just copy it into omoari_translated\save. uta_common.rmmzsave
  7. This is totally how I feel when I age play. I didn't know there was a word for this separate from "little." It sort of takes me back to when I was a teenager and still wet the bed. When I write stories, it's exaggerated but the idea is usually teens struggling with peeing in the toilet and wearing pullups. I think pullups are the ultimate diaper turn on for me for this reason. I'm not into being so little that I just pee uncontrollably in a diaper, but I also think its cute not to have complete control and only wet my pants as a one-time thing. Somewhere in between is amazing: I need pullups as just-in-case panties for the occasional accident.
  8. Oooh, I love this thread! My recurring dream is like a combination of events that happened to me at different times in school. Sometimes, I would write down my dreams when I woke up, and my notes helped me reconstruct what happens. It starts out with me in my school's computer lab, which is really dark. I think I'm doing some sort of test on the computer, or maybe I'm writing an essay. The computer lab is in my elementary school, but in my dream I'm in high school. All of my classmates are in there, too, working on stuff on these ancient computers with big CRT monitors. I have a hard time working on anything, and I'm just sort of sitting there. I suddenly realize that I'm actually desperate to go pee. I start holding myself, trying to focus on what I'm doing. I have my hand jammed into my crotch, and I'm worried that people are looking at me. I keep wiggling in place, trying my best to hold it in. How exactly I hold it is a little vague in my mind, but I'm just super desperate to go. Eventually, I actually start leaking in the dream, which feels really warm in my underwear and chair. Sometimes I check the chair to see it it's wet, and it usually is. Often, in my dream, I don't have any pants on, just panties. I keep trying to hold it, but the leaks just keep coming, and the seat of the chair gets really warm and wet. I can tell that more people are looking at me, and I start to panic from their gazes. For some reason, I don't ask to use the bathroom. This is generally where one of two things happens. The first option is that I hold myself, manage to stop wetting my panties for a minute, and begin to run out of the room. I can hear some other people laughing at me as I run out, and sometimes I can hear them talking about how I had an accident. I get out into a hallway, where I'm suddenly wearing pants again. I hold myself and head for the bathroom, but the distance to the toilet just keeps stretching. At some point, I start leaking again, which makes my pants feel really warm and wet. I look down, and see that my pants are soaked. I end up not being able to hold it anymore, and I just start fully wetting myself. It doesn't always feel like it's running down my legs, and sometimes it feels like I'm wetting a diaper. That's about all I remember for this path. Sometimes in my dream, I end up staying in the computer lab. I keep trying to hold on, and everyone laughs while I piss my panties in front of them. I can usually remember hearing someone saying "Ewwwwww, I think Stacy wet her pants." before giggling. I can't hold it anymore, and I just have to let go. I try to stop, but I can't. I just start soaking my chair with my legs crossed tight, feeling exposed without any pants on. Eventually, even my teacher comes over to look at me. Occasionally, I look down to see that I'm wearing a Goodnite before abruptly waking up. Either way, this dream usually results in me waking up with soaked padding or sheets. Sometimes I just wake up desperate to go pee, but most often I've already gone.
  9. I know October is over but I am still going to publish my 3rd Omotober story sometime soon. Sorry for the delay!

    1. Seifer69

      Looking forward to reading it

    2. scinosensation

      Looking forward to seeing it when it is ready. 

    3. YuriChaosLord

      Great, I'm looking forward to it! 🙂

  10. I personally like cotton panties. They change color wonderfully when wet, and it makes me feel very "little" because the ones I have are super cute and girly. Cotton panties feel very soaked after I have a little accident, and I like the feeling of being soaked.
  11. Hi everyone, here is a story I wrote for omotober! This chapter was inspired by @Bi Omo Guy's idea and is a prequel for my other story, which you can read here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/71082-omotober-story-1-lenas-night-time-terrors/?tab=comments#comment-1918667 The other story contains diapers and bedwetting. This one has no diaper content. Here is the story! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am planning to make a part 3. “So, are you guys hyped for this?” Asked Ashley to the group, dipping a fry into a small container of mustard. Beth replied enthusiastically: “Are you kidding? I’ve been excited for weeks! Last year was amazing, so I have no idea how they’re going to try and top it this time around.” Beth was already done with her food, impatiently tapping her foot underneath the table. She didn’t have her full costume on yet, but still sported the black dress, pointy shoes, and tall, crooked hat of her witch costume. Beth fidgeted some more with her drink, reduced now to some partially-melted ice gathered at the bottom of a plastic cup. Erin piped up, always eager to be the one bringing new information and gossip to the group. “I heard they’re taking it in a more psychological direction this year. Like they really want to get into your head.” She proceeded to loudly sip her almost-gone milkshake, drawing a scowl from Ashley. “What does that even mean? ‘More psychological?’ What kind of monsters are more psychological than what they did last year?” Beth asked. “Seriously, what does that mean?” Erin laughed. “I have no idea! That’s just what I heard from Amanda in math.” “Amanda has no idea what she’s talking about, and she’s probably too chicken to go, anyways.” Ashley interjected. “You sure about that?” Erin asked, stealing one of Ashley’s fries. “I heard her boyfriend is going to be in it. But she won’t tell me anything about his part. I pressed her for like ten minutes.” “Why would you do such a thing? Are you trying to spoil the entire experience for yourself?” Beth asked. The more you know about it beforehand, the less scary it will be. It’s like when Ashley ruined Shutter Island for me. When I saw the twist coming, it wasn’t very impactful.” “Still a good movie, though.” Ashley offered. “Yes, Ashley, it was a good movie, but you didn’t have to spoil the entire thing for me. It just would have been more impactful is all.” Erin rebutted. Lena was sitting in silence and dread this entire time. Personally, she liked to know about scary movies before she ever watched them, even going as far as to read the Wikipedia summaries. Unfortunately, this night was real life and she knew nothing about the haunted house. Only that her three friends had bullied her into going. Her best friend, Ashley, had done the majority of the convincing in private. “I’ll walk right next to you the entire time; it will be fine.” Like every other year, Lena had tried to chicken out in the most dignified way she could. But after several years in a row, her laundry list of excuses had been exhausted. She didn’t want to seem like a coward, even if she felt like one and had been dreading the haunted house experience for days. This evening, Lena at slower than her friends. Perhaps every bite she postponed would delay the inevitable. Lena was the last of her friends to speak up after gulping a large sip of iced tea. “Do they, like, grab you or anything?” Lena asked timidly. “No, they’re not supposed to.” Said Ashley. “They’re just supposed to jump around and startle you. I think grabbing you would be, like, a liability or something.” “That’s good.” Said Lena, feeling a genuine sense of relief. She still had a bunch of fries left over, but didn’t have the appetite to eat them. “You guys want the rest of my fries?” Lena offered. “Hell yes!” Said Beth, reaching out for a large handful. She ate them rapidly, drawing stares from Erin and Ashley. “What? I want to go! Is everyone else ready?” Erin and Ashley nodded, already grabbing their trays and beginning to scoot out of the booth. Lena would have liked to use the toilet before leaving, but didn’t want to be bothersome. “I’m ready now.” Lena said in an unconvincing tone. The girls headed for the door and walked out. Beth was practically bouncing in place, as if she had been anticipating this haunted house all year. She and Erin talked loudly with each other about the voracity of Amanda’s claim and other associated gossip. Lena walked towards the rear of the group, reluctantly keeping pace with the others, feeling almost like she was heading towards her own execution. Ashley noticed her hesitation and dropped out of the conversation with Erin and Beth. It was getting dark outside, despite being relatively early in the evening. The sky was overcast and gray, with the blowing winds steadily picking up fallen leaves and swirling them around in small dust devils. Lena shivered a little bit, realizing that she should have brought a warmer jacket. Instead, she had her usual gray pullover hoodie, long worn “You still sure you want to go? We seriously would not be mad if you decided to head home.” Ashley said, feeling a bit guilty for her role of pressuring Lena into coming. Lena just felt embarrassed that she had to be pressured at all. This was the year that she would finally go. Lena stood up straighter and more put on her best impression of a confident face. “I’m ready. No chickening out now.” She said, beginning to feel her own confidence. “Hell yes!” Beth said, overhearing Lena. “I bet Lena will make it through first. Not because she is scared, but because she will single-handedly defeat all of the monsters inside, including Amanda’s creepy boyfriend.” Erin replied: “If Amanda’s boyfriend jumped out with no makeup on, that would be enough to make me pee my pants.” Erin and Beth both laughed at the idea, then quickened their pace towards the haunted house. Ashley quieted her voice a little bit more and said “Remember, I will be right next to you the entire time, it will be fine.” Ashley’s comfort actually did make Lena feel better and relieved some of her stress. This year, the haunted house would be weaving through a maze inside of a former big box department store. For Lena, stores like that were often scary enough in their own right, partially because of how hard she often tried to hide what she was actually buying. The girls finally arrived at the haunted house. A massive line stood in the front, where cashiers were jamming cash into boxes hand-over-fist and ushering people to the waiting area. Lena supposed that people should be sufficiently spread out inside for maximum terror and loneliness. Above cashier’s stands was a large banner which said “Haunted Hill of Horrors!” “Damn, that line is long. We should have been here an hour ago.” Beth said. “Well, we weren’t.” Erin said simply. They stood in line, hoping it would move faster. Lena shivered slightly in the chilly fall air. Erin, Ashley, and Beth stood and talked amongst themselves while Lena played on her phone. Occasionally, she interjected, but mostly just stood patiently. According to her clock, it took about twenty minutes before the group had advanced by any considerable amount. Meanwhile, hordes of people lined up behind the girls, loudly discussing the rumored contents of the house. “Well, my friend told me they were bringing smoke machines through the doors.” Lena heard someone say. “That’s no big surprise. Smoke machines are par for the course. I saw them bringing in something huge and flat, but it had a sheet over it, so I have no idea what it was.” Lena eventually tuned them out while she waited some more. At this point, she really wished she had taken the opportunity to go pee before they had left the restaurant. The cold was making it harder to hold it. Lena looked around. Was there even a bathroom at this place? She couldn’t see any signs pointing to one. Surely, then, it was somewhere inside and she would be able to use it before going through the haunted house. The girls waited for another while longer, with Lena starting to squirm in line. Gradually, they approached the front of the line. As if reading her mind, Beth piped up: “Ugh, I gotta pee.” she said. “At least we’re close to the front of the line.” Ashley replied: “Yeah, but we gotta be ready to pay and get in.” So much for going pee now; Lena would have to hold it through the haunted house. It was an added layer of anxiety that built upon her anticipation for entering the house. Plus, she sure didn’t need the anticipation earlier of departing from the group first to go pee. Lena gulped. The back of the line? I guess they had to keep the pace going in very smooth, and you had to be ready to enter the haunted house. If only she had gone earlier, but it seemed too late now. At the front of the line was a scene of pandemonium. People wearing shirts with “STAFF” written on them were taking money and giving change. The entire business seemed to be cash-only. This year, admission was $20 per person. Lena reached into her wallet and got a $20 bill ready for the transaction. Erin, Ashley, and Beth were doing the same. Beth was the first in line now. She handed her money in and stood aside, waiting for the rest of the group. Erin paid next, then stood next to Beth. Finally, Ashley and Lena paid up. Lena was already shaking with anticipation, getting herself nervous for the journey she was about to undertake. She really wished for somewhere to go pee, and was getting nervous about finding a toilet in time. The cold weather also made her shiver more. Once everyone was all paid up, they were ushered into a waiting room of sorts with a few couches to sit on. Fortunately, it was much warmer inside than it was outside. The walls bore a spooky, orange glow from the RGB strips hung all around. In addition, cottony spiderweb decorations were hung from the ceiling. Lena enjoyed the feeling of being warmed up. Behind the thick door on the other side of the room, Lena could hear the occasional muffled scream, and what sounded like a weed whacker or another small motor. She could also hear laughter of both the nervous and maniacal varieties. “I’m so excited to get in!” Beth said, rubbing her hands vigorously together and sitting forward on the couch. “The people at the end need to hurry the hell up!” She added, clearly getting impatient to see all of the scary sights. Lena wondered what it would be like to be genuinely excited by getting this scared. She felt like she was at the beginning of a roller coaster ride, sitting motionless as the machine slowly climbed to its peak. She stared at the floor. After just a few more minutes of waiting, an employee emerged from behind the large door which led to the hallways of the haunted house. Beth and Erin practically trampled the employee, rushing directly into the haunted house proper. Lena, and therefore Ashley, hung back and reluctantly stepped forth. When they passed through the threshold, they entered a dark corridor, from which flashing lights could be seen and distant screams could be heard. Even the remotely-comforting presence of the uniformed employee disappeared as his radio blurted something out and he stepped into an office behind a closed door. Sensing Lena’s reluctance, Ashley offered comfort: “Don’t worry, Lena. It will be OK.” Lena looked up from the floor, put on a brave face, and walked forward. She could hear some shuffling noises up ahead, but saw next to nothing. The hallway was extremely dark, but Lena could tell the corner was coming up. She slowly approached the corner, taking the turn wide in an effort to see around it. She and Ashley tiptoed towards the corner, anticipating someone coming out. When they turned the corner, Lena saw no one. She breathed a slight sigh of relief. Unbeknownst to her, however, a figure quietly stepped behind them on the carpeted floor. As Lena and Ashley stared down the hallway and continued onwards, she could feel a prickling sensation on the back of her neck. Lena whipped around. The tall figure was wearing a tight, black bodysuit and a blank, white mask. The dark hallway made the mask appear to be floating in midair, causing Lena and Ashley to scream and bolt forward. They made it around the corner, with Lena breathing heavily. Her legs were clenched tightly together, but her panties were dry. “Damn, that was spooky!” Ashley said. “Y-yeah.” Lena said. Lena realized then that she had instinctively grabbed Ashley’s hand. She blushed and let go, purposefully keeping her hand to her side. Looking forward, Ashley and Lena heard Beth and Erin screaming at whatever was next. Fog was drifting through this section of the hallway, making the room seem humid and limiting visibility. Once again, Lena and Ashley reluctantly advanced into the unknown. They walked close together, once again trying to peek around the corner. Flashing strobe lights penetrated the thick mist, which Lena tried to fan away with her hand. Suddenly, she saw someone run in front of the light source in front of her. She jumped in place, frightened by the magnified shadow. Once again, she gripped Ashley’s hand tightly. The figure let out a menacing laugh, but when Lena turned to look, he wasn’t there. He was behind her now, and he let out a bellowing yell that caused Lena to jump almost a foot into the air. “Aaahhhh!” she and Ashley screamed in unison. This guy was dressed as a scarecrow, with small bits of hay poking out near his torn gloves. His burlap sack mask hid all of his face. “Going somewhere?” he asked, menacingly. Lena screamed again and crossed her legs, even tighter than she had before. It was uncomfortably close this time: Lena had almost wet her pants. Lena ran into the mist, pushing her legs closer together with stride. She was now close to where the strobe light was blinking into the hallway, waiting for Ashley. She wanted Ashley desperately. “Ashley?” She called. Ashley came towards her. “This mist is really thick. I couldn’t even see you!” Ashley said. The scarecrow man had retreated into his hiding spot, ready to frighten his next victim. Lena stood awkwardly, holding her legs close together. She steeled her resolve, put a brave face on, and turned the corner. Lena told herself that all she had to do to get through was to keep an iron grip on her bladder and remember that it was just a haunted house. Though she understood this concept intellectually, Lena was, indeed, very frightened of what lie ahead. On the walls in the next corridor, Lena could see a series of creepy-looking paintings. They were all drawn in a realistic but distinctly old-timey style, mostly pictures of somber-looking men and women in old-fashioned clothes. The lighting was a bit better in this part of the house, and the fog was being directed into the previous hallway. Fake blood stains dotted the floor, marking the path forward through the house. Lena began walking through this section with relative confidence, avoiding the gaze of the paintings. This was harder than it looked, since further inspection revealed they were some sort of holographic image that changed depending on her perspective. But all she had to do was not look at them. Lena kept walking for a bit more, slightly relaxing in the better lighting environment. But suddenly, the lights flicked out, causing Lena to jump a little bit. A blacklight immediately kicked in, illuminating glow-in-the-dark paints drawn over the creepy drawings. This part amused Lean more than it scared her, since all of the paintings just had skulls drawn over them. “Real scary, right?” Lena said, gesturing towards the paintings. White parts of her sweater and shirt glowed in the blacklight. “Yeah, real scary.” Ashley sarcastically agreed. The section of the house seemed to give up and the ordinary lighting was restored. Once again, Lena relaxed, beginning to feel that the house had been overhyped. Nothing truly scary had happened yet, and Lena was allowing herself to feel some sense of comfort in that. The girls walked through the remainder of the creepy paintings and into the next room, which featured a large and imposing red door. Lena looked around in the corners to make sure no one was coming. She opened the door carefully. Nothing jumped out immediately except for a large cloud of fog. It drifted gently through the hallway and over their shoes. The room inside her was dark, and it was hard to tell where anything was. “You go first.” Lena insisted immediately. “Baby!” Ashley said, giggling. Ashley walked into the door first, with Lena close behind. Suddenly, the frightening scream of a woman screeched from somewhere behind them. Ashley took off in one direction, but Lena looked to find the source. She didn’t see anyone, so she ran in a different direction. It was then that Lena became truly nervous. She had run to an area with more light, which revealed that she was standing in a hall of mirrors. Ashley was somewhere in the other direction, behind any number of mirrors. All that Lena could see was herself. Her pale jeans, her faded sweatshirt, and her worn shoes. Lena walked aimlessly, totally unsure of where to go. The maze of mirrors was cramped and it was hard to tell what was a way through and what was an illusion. A massive plurality of copies of her own image stood before her, an army of scared girls on the brink of simultaneously having an accident. She tried not to think about it. The subject left the forefront of her mind rapidly when Lena heard the mechanical whirring of some primitive two-stroke motor. From what direction, she could not be sure. She looked around frantically, as if one of her infinite doppelgangers could offer some examples. As the whirring grew louder and louder, the sounds echoed all over the silvery room. Lena could not tell where exactly it was coming from. Nervous and fidgety, Lena was about to let out a great scream into the hall of mirrors. She was extremely nervous, crouched over and trying to summon the will to continue on. Breathing heavily, she walked forward. In the back of her mind, Lena knew that she would need to get to the toilet soon, which served as an effective motivation to escape the room. Once again, she heard laughter and the sound of a motor. It seemed both louder and more well-defined, putting Lena on her tip-toes. For a tense thirty seconds (that felt to her like at least five minutes), Lena heard nothing except for occasional background screaming, possibly from Ashley. She seemed far away, possibly on the other side of the room. The thought put her even more on edge. Just as Lena looked around at the many images of herself, she saw a horrifying new face. He was wearing a dark wolf mask and a flannel shirt, ripped and worn out. He stood perfectly still, wielding a chainsaw in one of his large claws. Lena jumped, but it was too late to run. He revved the chainsaw and barreled towards her, causing Lena to scream as loud as she could. The sound was coming from behind her, so she turned around. Lena wasn’t looking into a mirror anymore, but into the hollow and dark eyes of the werewolf mask. She panicked, screaming in place. She felt a chill running down her spine, a moment of panic and pure distress from the chaos. Her eyes were tearing up. She ran through the hall, with the werewolf chasing her through the maze. Several times, she nearly bumped into a mirror. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her eyes were watering. A dribble of urine had begun soaking her underwear. The sound of the monster had receded into some other corner of the room. “No, no, no!” Lena said out loud, furiously grabbing at her crotch. It was warm and wet, but she had the leak under control. The dribbles had absorbed into the fabric, spreading across her privates. Lena could feel that her panties were damp now, but she didn’t know if anything was showing. In that terrifying moment, she had lost control, involuntarily leaking into her panties like a scared little girl. Lena crept around the maze, holding her legs tightly together and squirming. Since she lost control, she was on high alert. Stopping the flood had been a difficult task. Lena heard loud stomping coming from somewhere else. She walked slowly and cautiously, peering around the corners as best she could. As far as she could tell, her little dribbles weren’t visible yet. Before she knew it, the mirror maze was over. Lena stepped out of another large, red door that led to the other side. But just as she emerged, a shrieking woman in a skimpy nurse’s outfit popped out of the corner and yelled in her face, startling Lena so thoroughly that she slammed her back against the wall. This time, she didn’t even have time to scream. Reflexively staggering backward left her hands at her sides, unable to hold herself anymore. Her entire body felt hot from the anxiety, giving her a hot flash followed by a chill. With her self-control failing more and more by the second, Lena let loose some substantial spurts into her cotton underwear. It could no longer wick the moisture away: her panties were soaked through. Standing in horror, Lena intermittently released little leaks and spurts into her panties. She could feel the heat building on her inner thighs, felt the wetness as it spread. “Oh no, no no no!” Lena screamed, getting a hold of herself and running through the hallway. As she ran, tears in her eyes, Lena screamed and blindly rushed forward. With each step, Lena felt the upper parts of her pants gripping together, dampened by her shameful accident. Feeling herself on the brink of tears, Lena wanted nothing more than to rush through the rest of the house. Around every few corners, a nefarious character popped out to give her a fright. She would feel the occasional heat in her pants, warming her crotch as she screamed. Lena didn’t care at this point: she just wanted to escape. Fortunately for her, there were no more mazes to sort through. Just a long hallway that wound around and around, feeling almost infinite in its size. Some sort of story was being told with these monsters popping out, but Lena wasn’t paying attention. Ashley was nowhere to be found. Running at full speed, Lena eventually heard some screaming close by. It was Erin and Beth! She ran towards them, yelling their names. “Erin! Beth! I found you!” Lena screamed, catching up to them. Erin looked frightened, and maybe a bit exhausted from having so many screaming people charging at her. “Found us!” Erin said. “I think we’re almost at the end…” Erin trailed off. Admittedly, though, Lena looked far less formidable than the other threats this place had to offer: Lena’s crotch was clearly wet, with stains dotting her inner thighs and running partially down her butt. Seeing this, Beth responded with her usual measure of care and grace: “Oh my God, Lena pissed her pants!” Lena blushed, subconsciously trying to hide it with her hands. “N-no I didn’t.” Erin finally noticed. “She totally did!” Erin and Beth gasped. “I CANNOT believe you actually piddled your panties!” Beth said, clearly astonished. Lena felt herself getting flustered. She blushed hard. Erin giggled. “I’m sorry.” Erin said, unable to stop laughing. “It’s not funny.” She added unconvincingly. “I just… I just got so scared.” Lena said, feebly. “And I really had to go to the bathroom.” “Oh man, look how much she went pee in her pants!” Beth said, walking to the backside of an unmoving Lena. “Oh man, it’s all over the back, too.” Lena touched the seat of her faded pants, feeling the moisture in her hand. She was about to cry. She couldn’t believe that she had pissed her panties in front of her friends like this. Ashley was still nowhere to be seen. Probably, she was still lost somewhere in the maze. Beth, Erin, and Lena walked through the rest of the maze. Erin and Beth couldn’t stop giggling, in part due to their fear and in part due to Lena’s embarrassing accident. After a few more scares, the girls emerged from the final hallway. Lena was relieved to see two girls with staff shirts, but she hid behind Beth and Erin to avoid exposure of her embarrassing pee stains. She wanted to sink into the Earth. Above the exit door was a large banner that said “You survived DR. SPOOKY’S HELL HOUSE!” Lena headed towards it with great conviction and singlemindedness, hoping to escape notice by fleeing into the cover of darkness. But then, Lena encountered perhaps the greatest scare of all. One of the women from the staff called out from behind the group: “Did you wet your pants?” Lena stood in place, contemplating running out of the door at that instant. Beth spoke up first. “She totally did! Look at her!” Lena shriveled up as these two strangers stared at her pants for a moment. The other girl said “Wow, you’re second one tonight! Guess we did a good job with the theming this year.” “No, Lena is just a big baby.” Beth added, prompting a stiff jab in the elbow from Erin. “Knock it off.” Erin hissed. “You want a free t-shirt?” The girl said, cheerfully. “I don’t have a change of pants, but I can get you a cute t-shirt.” Lena wanted desperately to leave. Lena started: “N-no…” She mumbled. Once again, her friends spoke up for her. “She would love one!” Beth said. Lena watched the door, hoping that no one else would come through. She like the idea of at least having something to show for it. “Come on, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it.” Beth said. Lena agreed, not wanting to look like a baby. One of the staff girls went through a small plastic tub of t-shirts. “Let’s see here. You look like a small.” She picked a shirt out, folded up in her hand. Lena opened it up and saw the front. “I wet my pants at Dr. Spooky’s Hell House!” The shirt proudly proclaimed. The shirt also featured a cartoonish image of a scantily-clad nurse, holding up a pair of wet panties and giggling. The cotton was a good quality, with accurate screen printing and a sturdy feel. “These are super rare, by the way.” The girl said. “We only give them out to the first twenty to have an accident.” “That makes it even cooler!” Erin said, almost seeming jealous. Lena had to laugh at the silliness of it all, trying her best to be a good sport. She accepted it reluctantly and held it in her hand. “Thank… you.” Lena said, not knowing how to react. “No problem! By the way, this shirt gives you access to next year’s haunt. Just wear this and you’ll be able to get to the front of the line with free admission.” “Hell yes!” Beth said. She put her arm around Lena, who clutched the shirt tightly. The three of them left the room and walked outside. There, they were immediately greeted by a familiar face among a large crowd. Somehow, Ashley was already outside with the others, but she seemed to be wearing something different. In the dark, Lena couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The same shirt that Lena had just received. The dark stain on Ashley’s pants. Beth and Erin’s ravenous laughter. Ashley giggled along with them, seemingly wearing her shirt with pride. Ashley’s laugher was contagious, and all of them had a laugh at the situation. Lena her shirt on as well.
  12. I write mediocre stories with fetish content awkwardly inserted, then abandon projects mid-way through when I get bored. It's just my stylistic choice.
  13. What's a good name for a haunted house?

  14. Hi all, happy October! This is my first omotober story, inspired by suggestions from @Racergirl1404 and @Bi Omo Guy. The second story is going to be related to this one, featuring the same character. I hope you all like it! It was a cold, October night. Outside of Lena’s house, on the quiet street below, orange leaves drifted invisibly along the dark street, picked up by the intermittent gusts of wind whistling through the neighborhood. Sodium streetlights softly glowed, casting their light onto the sidewalk below. A gentle rain drizzled overhead, pitter-pattering on the roof above Lena’s attic room. Lena was sleeping soundly in her bed, laying on her back beneath the thick, warms layers of her quilt and comforter. Her large headboard was a bright pink color, just like the door to her bedroom. On her bedside table, several books were stacked on top of each other. Lena would often stay up into the late hours of the night reading them, getting lost in the fantasy worlds within their pages. Bookish and smart, Lena was reserved and shy. She was content to keep to herself, read her books, and live a peaceful live. At 18 years old, she was nearly finished with high school, both excited and apprehensive about going to college. Excited because of her passion for learning, but apprehensive because of what she called her “particular logistics” of living with a roommate. Although somewhat reserved and shy about most matters of her life, Lena guarded one secret closer than all others: at her age, she had never quite outgrown her night-time toilet troubles. Lena wet her bed around three nights each week, causing her to awaken with a sense of great embarrassment. Only her close family and one close friend knew about her nightly struggle to stay dry. Even her younger step-sister had recently overcome her night-time difficulties before her. Lena had tested a variety of treatments to combat her bedwetting from a young age, but nothing had seemed to work in the long-term. Each evening, she stopping drinking water past seven at night, went to the bathroom at least twice before going to sleep, and put on her “special night-time underwear” as her stepmother had so gently put it. She wore Goodnites, which were not diapers, after all. They were for big girls, and sometimes big girls have accidents, too. For a brief time, her stepmother had even suggested that she wear ordinary cotton panties beneath her special underwear, for the purpose of “being able to know when she was starting to have an accident.” It didn’t work very well at all, more often than not leading to excessive leaking that simply resulted in wet sheets, underwear, and Goodnites. Of course, her mattress was protected by a loud, crinkling waterproof sheet. Just below her body was an absorbent mat, just in case her Goodnite did not hold up. When that short-lived solution failed to work, Lena was introduced to the current bane of her existence, the act of war against her peaceful sleep: her moisture-sensitive alarm. A small sensor was attached on the inside of her Goodnite, waiting to sense her bladder’s embarrassing mistake. The sensor was connected to a wire which led to a loud, beeping speaker clipped onto the shoulder of her pajama shirt. Lena found herself deep in a dream. It was a frightening memory of her recent past, where she had reluctantly agreed to go with her friends to a haunted house. She had become separated from her peers, lost in a maze of mirrors and smoke. A mechanical revving sound echoed through the maze, putting her on edge. Out of the corner of her eye, Lena saw a shadowy figure carrying what seemed to be a chainsaw. She could feel him getting closer and closer, unsure of where to look or where to go next. Out of nowhere, the figure approached, chainsaw revving loudly in his large, clawed hands. At the mere sight of this monster, Lena couldn’t control herself. She began to leak uncontrollably, unable to stop the warm dribbles of urine entering her soft panties. The figure began to roar loudly, but its voice wasn’t what she expected. At first, it sounded like a wolf, but the noise morphed into a rhythmic, beeping screech. The loud beeps from the alarm sounded like a microwave that had finished cooking. Lena was startled awake immediately, feeling the cold grip of fear overtake her body. Unfortunately, the grip of fear wasn’t entirely cold. The alarm had gone off after a few drops of urine had already escaped and the startling alarm noise had caused her to let a spurt loose in her pullup before Lena had the chance to abruptly clamp down. As soon as this revelation hit, Lena slammed her hands into her crotch in a desperate bid to halt the flow. The plastic layer of her pullup crinkled in her grip as the padding rubbed her privates. Not much pee had escaped, but she desperately needed to use the toilet. With one hand still holding herself, Lena used the other to press the large button on the alarm. Its beeping ceased, allowing her to process what had happened. She shook herself out of the dream, trying to calm down. However, the more she woke up, the more badly she realized she had to go. Immediately, she pushed the covers aside and stood up, swinging her long legs rapidly over the pink, protective bedmat. Her pajama pants were soft and pink, with flower patterns over the legs. For the top, she wore a cropped t-shirt which fit tightly over her breasts. Despite her best efforts to secure her pajama bottoms high on her waist, they still dropped to their intended height, accidentally revealing a rather embarrassing purple plastic waistband and a dull, gray wire leading into the front of her pants. Lena stood up and crossed her legs, still trying to wake up. Cursing herself for having too much to drink before bed, she shambled to the corner of the room. The cold wooden floor seemed to add more stress to her aching bladder, adding to her existing struggle even more. She doubled over, doing a kind of potty-dance in place as she tried to get better control of herself. She managed to slip into her cute, pink slippers. Feeling practically at her limit, Lena had resolved to give up all sense of dignity in the name of dryness. She shifted rapidly from one foot to the other, trying to contain the ocean of pee inside of her. She reasoned that having an accident in this state would lead to leaks. Clutching her privates tightly, Lena opened the door to her room and crept into the hallway. She heard her father and stepmother shifting underneath their sheets, then blushed in embarrassment. Her bedwetting alarm was set to the highest volume in order to wake her up properly, which had the undesired side-effect of broadcasting news of her accident throughout the entire house. After getting better control over herself, Lena hurried down the stairs. Each step triggered desperate thoughts, making her feel overwhelmed. About halfway down the steps, Lena heard something that gave her a sinking feeling in her chest and a throbbing feeling in her bladder. It was the unmistakable sound of water running in the shower, hitting the porcelain surface of the tub. Lena didn’t have time to wonder why the hell her step-sister was taking a shower at such an early hour of the morning. It didn’t matter. She just needed to get into the bathroom immediately, or risk having an embarrassing accident. She jogged to the bathroom door, one hand clamping down on her privates, her legs continuing to bounce up and down. She knocked on the door with her other hand, softly at first as to not wake her father and stepmother. Lena’s stepsister Hannah was humming to herself in the shower. The sound of water pouring from the showerhead was almost too much for Lena to bear. She started to knock harder, trying to alert Hannah to her predicament. Hannah stopped humming suddenly and loudly asked “What?” through the door. “Can you let me in, please? I really need to pee.” Lena said desperately, squirming and slamming her thighs together on the other side. “What’s that? I can’t hear you over the water?” Hannah replied, her voice muffled through the door. Lena spoke up more: “I really need to pee! It’s an emergency, can you please let me in?” Hannah, still struggling to hear over the sound of water and through the thick wooden door, replied again with “Can you just wait until I’m done in here? I’ll be quick.” Lena’s heart sank. What else was she supposed to do? She was deathly scared to go pee outside; she always had difficulty with popping a squat. She decided to wait it out, since at least Hannah knew she was out here. Lena wished their house had more than one bathroom. This was the closest call yet. Continuing to squirm and shuffle uncontrollably, Lena struggled more and more to hold it in. Half of a minute felt like five to her aching bladder, but she didn’t want to wake her parents or bother her stepsister even more. A few minutes ticked by, passing slower and slower. Lena was desperate and now fully awake, but found it difficult to think straight anymore. She grit her teeth, doubled over as her throbbing bladder threatened to burst any second. The drip-drip-dripping of the shower did nothing to help the matter, only cementing the fact that Lena was going to have an accident any minute. As she squirmed around, her pullup crinkled underneath her rustling clothes. Lena blushed, the reality just setting in that her stepsister was about to glimpse her pullup. For a second, she considered removing the garment and slipping her pajamas over it, but thought better, since any distraction might cause leaks and spurts. At long last, she heard the flow of the shower slow and stop. As Hannah turned the squeaky knob shut, the sounds of water ceased, causing Lena to hope for the best. Holding back a flood, she tightened her resolved and summoned the patience required to wait. Lena thought then that whenever Hannah emerged, she would rocket past and reach the toilet. She knocked frantically at the door, no longer caring if she woke up the entire neighborhood with her thunderous pounding. “Please, I really have to go pee! Let me in, I’m about to have an accident!” Lena blushed at the admission, but it had essentially slipped out. She could no longer contain herself, and didn’t care at that moment about catching Hannah while she was naked. She briefly freed her hand from her crinkling crotch to rapidly twist the doorknob, but, to her dismay, it was locked. “Just give me a second! You can hold it!” Hannah yelled through the door. She was audibly annoyed, but that wasn’t going to stop Lena from getting to the toilet in time. Lena’s legs were shaking, almost buckling from the pressure built up inside of her. She knew that she could not feasibly hold on much longer, and that the leaks and dribbles would start again in very short order. After what felt like an eternity, Hannah finally opened the door. Hannah was in the nude, her body only covered by a small towel. “Ohthankgod” Lena muttered, stepping towards the door. Hannah stepped out of the way, adding a sarcastic “Here you go.” as she did so. Lena stepped towards the toilet, unable to even close the door behind her. Lena’s legs felt like gelatin, shaking and desperately trying to apply pressure to her bursting bladder. As she got closer to the toilet, the sight was actually too much. Part of her thought that she had made it, causing her to slip just a little bit. “No, no no no!” Lena muttered to herself, but it was too late. Still trying to hold on, some drops of pee eventually did escape from her body. She felt the dribbles leave, clenching with all of her might to stop the flood. She stood directly in front of the toilet, doubled over. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Blaring in her ears, Lena’s alarms was tripped by the little leaks. Once again, she was startled, instantly letting loose a spurt into her Goodnite. Except this time, Lena was futile in stopping it. The flow rapidly increased to a steady leak before she had any time to react. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Before long, Lena felt the warmth of her pullup swelling rapidly, absorbing the torrent of pee incident on the absorbent padding. Her privates were now a geyser of pee, which flooded the pullup quickly. It puffed up and sagged below her vagina as more urine crept up in the front and back. Briefly, her thoughts turned to the wetness indicator, which must surely have faded within seconds. All the while, the steady beeping of the alarm persisted, still trying to wake her up from a wet dream. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! There was no use holding back now. Lena let it all loose, standing up straight and letting out a sigh of relief. The sensation of warmth spreading against her pussy was too much to handle. The relief was total, seeming to emanate throughout her entire body. She could do nothing to stop it. The only thing she could do was quickly pull the gray cord out of the alarm box to shut it off. In the absence of the loud beeping, Lena could hear the hiss of her pee as it soaked her Goodnite. Her inundated padding eventually couldn’t manage the river of piss from inside of her. At both of the legs, urine began leaking directly into her cotton pajamas, making a distinctive wetness stain. The crotch of her pajamas was relatively dry, but warmth spread down her legs, leaking profusely. Lena’s stream gradually came to a stop when her bladder had totally emptied itself. First, it slowed to a trickle as the stream came close to her feet and slippers. It finally stopped, leaving Lena in a state of shock. She had been staring at the toilet this entire time, desiring relief but never expecting to find it in the manner she had. She looked down at herself to inspect the damage. The front of her pullup was swollen and bulky, still warm from her pee. The stains on her inner thighs glistened briefly before the cotton absorbed her pee. The next thing Lena looked at made her blush profusely. She hadn’t closed the door, and her stepsister was still standing outside of it in complete silence. They both blushed deeply, totally unsure of what to say or do. Eventually, Hannah said “Ummmm… sooo...” Lena, still speechless, stood in shock. To her horror, she heard the sound of her stepmother’s footsteps clamoring down to the floor below. She was about halfway down the stairs when she asked “What’s going on here?” Hannah replied immediately: “It’s nothing, go back to sleep.” “Was that the smoke alarm?” Lena finally gathered the courage to speak up. “Yes, I microwaved a fork, sorry!” Lena’s stepmother seemed happy enough with that answer, mumbling and heading back to bed. After a moment of silence, Lena said “Thanks, Hannah. Please, please, please don’t mention this.” Hannah, always the supportive stepsister, replied “Don’t worry about it. You secret is safe with me. So long as my secret is safe with you.” “W-what do you mean?” Lena asked. Hannah blushed. “I don’t usually take showers this late anymore.” She looked at something in the corner of the room. It was a small pile of clothes: a t-shirt and a pair of gray panties. Both of them were wet. Lena felt a sense of relief. “You mean…?” she looked at the wet clothes again for confirmation. “It’s OK, Lena. Everyone has accidents.” Hannah said. She smiled at Lena, whose adrenaline was gradually being replaced by tiredness. On top of that, her warm pee was cooling down. “How about you take a shower, then I can take care of our laundry. Lena paused for a moment, tears building in her eyes. “Th-thank you so much.”
  15. Hi all,

    I am looking to write at least two stories this month for omotober! Either for my ongoing fiction or new short stories. I am looking to do at least one story with diapers and one without. The problem is, I haven't come up with any ideas that I would consider worth writing about in a little while. I am looking to write a story featuring female characters in desperate (or not) situations. I enjoy writing about the following themes:

    Bedwetting

    Desperately wetting in a public place

    Diapers (pull-ups specifically)

    Hiding an accident/getting caught

    Hypnosis

    almost made it

     

    Don't consider this an exhaustive list. I don't like to rule much out except for messing/scat.

    Basically, you guys got any good ideas? It would be fun to hear what fiction you would like to see. Hopefully I can deliver something good. Please also let me know if you would rather see your idea as a short story or as a chapter of Bedwetters' Cabin at Camp.

     

    I love this community, thank you ❤️

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