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PeeStacy

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About PeeStacy

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  • My pronouns are..
    she/her

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Watersports
    Cuddling
    Humiliation
    Pleasure control
    Public humiliation
    Spanking

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  1. PeeStacy

    Rosalina

    Looks like she got startled.
  2. Fair criticisms here; I think I get a bit eager with the wetting sometimes (they are my favorite thing to write)! That's one of the reasons I'm considering switching to someone else's perspective soon. I added so many characters in the first place so that each one could have unique wetting experiences. And yes, going with May makes the most sense, but I thought it would be cool to give people some choices. I think the writing should probably be better, it would elevate the smut as well. I'm not a very experienced writer, and sometimes it shows. Thanks for your comment, I can always appreciate some criticism in good faith.
  3. Thank you so much! I'm really glad you're enjoying so far. I also have a soft spot for leaking pullups, and I don't think the rivalry with Emily is going to disappear.
  4. I wet my pullup again last night! Can't believe I'm such a bed wetter.

    1. dwp

      Ahhh, that's OK. I wet the bed and my underwear last night too, so you aren't alone.

  5. Looks like she's going with May! Thanks for your votes, everyone.
  6. I've got to admire her commitment. Custom pullups for the win!
  7. PeeStacy

    46537476 P0

    Aww, poor bedwetter.
  8. Or how others feel about wetting their pants.
  9. Thanks! Looks like you already got that. I'm also thinking of switching whose perspective I write from at some point. Might be good to see things through another lens.
  10. Having a lot of fun writing my fiction so far.

  11. Noted. I'm kind of glad there isn't an obvious choice. No matter what you pick, though, I don't only have sunshine stickers to add.
  12. Feeling somewhat defeated, Shayla plopped back down onto the seat of the toilet. With her pee rapidly cooling in the concrete bathroom, Shayla sat and thought about how she had wet her pants two days in a row. Guess I’m not alone in Yellowwater Cabin after all. The wait for Fern to come back was long, or so it seemed to Shayla. In reality, Fern wanted to get back to the bathroom as fast as possible. Where is everyone else? Shayla wondered. Maybe the scavenger hunt already started. Fern eventually returned, hastily walking through the front door and marching towards Shayla’s stall. Fern softly knocked on the door, which Shayla shyly opened. “Here are some fresh clothes for you. I also brought some shampoo and a towel in case you want to take a shower.” Shayla noticed that Fern was standing uncomfortably in her place, but still admired her long legs and fit build. “What about clean up?” Shayla asked as she took the neat bundle of stuff from Fern. Fern answered: “I’ll take care of it, just leave your wet stuff in a pile and I’ll take it back.” “OK.” “Just try to hurry up, the scavenger hunt begins soon and I still need to find a partner for you.” “OK, where should I meet you?” Fern was looking slightly impatient at this point. “Just go back where we were playing frisbee before.” “OK.” “And I don’t want any arguments about this, OK?” “OK.” About what? At that moment, Fern excused herself suddenly and entered the stall next to Shayla. Shayla heard a zipper unzipping and the large bundle of keys jangling within the exposed pocket of Fern’s revealing jean shorts. The sound of Fern’s pee hitting the toilet bred a slight reaction of jealousy in Shayla. With the clean stuff in her hands, Shayla awkwardly walked towards the shower stalls. She tried her best to avoid the feeling of her soaking thighs coming together, but each step reminded her of her most recent in a growing sequence of accidents. I probably needed a shower anyway. Shayla set her things on a bench by the shower and stripped down, taking one last look at her soaking wet jeans and panties. Hope Fern can take care of this quickly. She took the shampoo from the top of the stack and walked across the shiny linoleum tiles to one of the many shower stalls, then turned on the water. Ice cold water spilled from the tap, sending a chill down Shayla’s spine. But the water gradually warmed up to a welcomingly steamy temperature. Nice, I got hot water! It was known around the camp that getting hot water for showers dependent strictly on luck, not an any discernable rhyme or reason. Shayla washed her frizzy hair, feeling the suds form as the shampoo lathered relaxingly on her scalp. The soap ran down her body and into the drain. Using some more shampoo, Shayla scrubbed her body clean, paying particular attention to her legs, which had been sticky with urine. After just a few relaxing minutes under the water, Shayla felt refreshed and prepared to begin the scavenger hunt. She turned off the water, emerging more confidently than she had entered. Much better. Shayla lifted the towel from it place in the neat bundle and dried herself off. She felt relieved that her wet clothes were nowhere to be found, like it never happened in the first place. I’m glad Fern came in when she did. After drying herself off, Shayla turned her attention to getting dressed. She put on her sports bra, then started to lift a green shirt from the top of the stack. But what she saw next was greatly surprising: beneath her shirt, Fern had placed a fresh pull-up. Oh no, come on! Shayla thought, picking it up delicately with her hands. She quickly searched through the stack one more time, expecting to have at least one other option; she found none. Come on, Fern! What is this shit? But Shayla knew the message that Fern was sending. And she had no reasonable arguments the contrary. Ugh, this is what she meant by ‘arguments’. Shayla knew that she couldn’t just stand there much longer; it was decision time. I could carry this in the towel, but I don’t want to go commando. I’ll just change out of it when I drop by stuff off at the cabin. Shayla put her shirt and socks on first, saving the pullup and shorts for last. When the moment finally arrived, Shayla searched along the top of the diaper, as she had many times before, until she found which side was the back. One foot at a time. Shayla thought, slipping the pullup up until it reached her hips. I can’t believe I’m wearing one of these during the day. Her clean pants were a pair of short shorts which left little to the imagination. Bright pink and very tight, Shayla would have loved to wear them under almost any other circumstances. I would rather wear these in a blizzard than with a fucking pull-up. She pulled them up to her hips, mostly covering her embarrassing diaper. I’m almost too scared to look in the mirror. Deflated, Shayla took about a dozen crinkling steps towards the mirror; whatever confidence she had in herself after her shower had now evaporated like the steam from the linoleum floors. Oh no, I can’t believe I have to go outside looking like this. Fern was clearly in a hurry when she had picked out these clothes for Shayla. Her flattering green shirt scarcely reached the top of her belly button, and her shorts rode provocatively low. Unfortunately, the crinkling plastic waistband of her pullup hiked high on her waist, its bright purple fringe exposed above the top of her shorts. Oh no, everyone who sees me is going to know! What should I do? Knowing that she had already spent too much time in the bathroom, Shayla knew that she had to get a move on. I know, I’ll use the towel! I’ll look weird, but not too bad. Shayla wrapped the towel around her waist, securing it in the front as best as she could. She put on the fresh pair of shoes Fern had brought, then carried her shampoo in her other hand. This just might work. Shayla thought as she walked out of the building. Shayla walked quickly back towards the cabin, doing her best to stay away from anyone who might hear the rustling of her daytime protection. The towel came undone once, falling to the ground. Luckily, Shayla thought, there wasn’t anyone around to see. Flustered, she continued to her destination. OK, I’m just gonna change back into some panties and go back to the others. When she finally arrived back at the cabin, Shayla awkwardly opened the door, held her shampoo, and held the towel in place. As she spun around with her hand on the door, she was greeted by a familiar, gentle, cheerful voice. “Hi Shayla, you’re just in time, the scavenger hunt starts in five minutes.” Shit! “Can I just… get changed real quick?” “Shayla, you said you wouldn’t argue about this.” Fern said, her cheery voice supplemented with undertones of disappointment. “Didn’t you just change clothes?” “Yes, but… I want to wear something different?” “Different how?” “I don’t want to wear a diaper.” Shayla huffed, shifting her gaze between the ground and Fern’s sea-green eyes. “It’s not a diaper, Shayla, it’s a pullup. And it’s just in case.” “Just in case of what?” But Shayla already knew, and was already tired of this rhetorical exercise. “Just in case you have another little leak. You’re going to be in the woods for a while during the scavenger hunt.” “I don’t need to wear a diaper! That was just one time today!” “Shayla, don’t think of it like a diaper. These are your just-in-case panties.” “I’m not gonna wet myself!” “I know you’re not. But just in case. They’re your just-in-case panties.” What is she gonna call them next? Big girl panties? Shayla and Fern continued back and forth like this for a few minutes more, drawing them closer to the time of the scavenger hunt. Fern checked her watch repeatedly. Her watch was pink and sparkly, with large digital letters. “Shayla, we can talk about this later. And don’t even worry about it, everyone in the cabin will understand. Heck, I think only myself and Willow are the only ones to go without having full-blown accidents, and we don’t even have perfect track records. Shayla glimpsed at the chart. Well, I guess that’s true. She noticed something else. Fern had given herself a rainbow sticker for the day. That’s why she was in such a hurry. Shayla thought. Before Fern could say anything more, someone else knocked on the door: another counselor. “Fern, time to go! Get your campers together for the scavenger hunt!” Fern took Shayla by the hand and walked her out the door. “No time to talk about this now.” Her voice was sterner, but still oddly gentle. Once Shayla realized her hand was being held, she blushed in excitement and embarrassment. Fern released her hand and they walked quickly back to the rest of the cabin. Shayla did her best impression of a chameleon all along the way, wanting the thirsty earth to swallow her and her overactive bladder up. They met up with the rest of Whitewater cabin and most of the camp at large, standing in a great circle and listening to someone in the center. Shayla couldn’t quite see the speaker over the wall of taller people in front of her. That’s probably for the best. She thought, secreting herself away within the dense crowd. No one should be able to see now. Shayla stood directly behind May; they both strained to hear the rules of the hunt. A booming male voice attempted to pierce the muffling wall of campers: “OK everyone, there will be …” -- Shayla struggled to hear – “… clues to find. Your first clues will be given to each pair by your counselor. You will each have …” – Shayla bumped into May and lost focus for a few seconds – “ … solve the puzzle. The first ones to find all of the clues wins!” After a few more minutes of muffled talking, Shayla put together the gist of the game. Still, she did not know how long she would have or how many clues had to be found. Of course, she didn’t know where they were, but the first clue would give a hint for that. The question she never asked herself was when she would be able to use the bathroom. The man at the center of the circle said something unintelligible, causing everyone to break up and return to their cabin groups. Shayla reconvened with Whitewater cabin, situating herself awkwardly in front of Melody and May to hide her padded, flowery, purple secret from potential onlookers. Everyone looked to Fern, who was now holding a small stack of envelopes. “OK everyone, you heard what he said. Now, who do you want to partner up with?” Willow and Emily raised their hands simultaneously. “Willow and Emily, want to be partners?” Willow replied hastily “Yeah!” Fern nodded and handed them a sealed white envelope with a large red question mark on it. No one else spoke up immediately, and Fern scanned the remaining three girls. “If someone doesn’t have a partner, you can go with me. I didn’t set up the hunt so it’ll be just as fun with me.” Who should I go with? Cast your vote! 1) Melody 2) May 3) Fern
  13. I like the hand in warm water trick a lot.
  14. Yeah, one cloud is mostly going to be used if someone wets their diaper but their clothes are dry.
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