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    This is really good. I love the detail around the leaking pull-up.
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    Omo Trainer

    A simple, yet excellent idea. I didn't even know how much I wanted this. It adds a fun challenge to sitting at home a diaper on! I'm writing actually writing a fiction where some characters go into a form of potty training, and I might have them use something similar in the story. I'll acknowledge you if I do. Thank you, PERVasive.
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    Wet Cadets

    Lynne followed Marie in the direction of the nurse’s office, waddling significantly though the now bustling hallways. A large group of cadets were making their way towards the cafeteria for lunch. Among the crowd, Lynne spotted a familiar, blue face. Lynne made brief eye contact, but attempted to continue walking; her used padding grew progressively colder. “Lynne! Marie! Where are you going?” Evelyn yelled through the crowd. Still flustered, Lynne attempted to think of an excuse as Evelyn drew closer. Marie stopped and turned her attention to Evelyn. “We’re just registering for some classes last-minute. We’ll see you in the cafeteria.” Lynne noticed the nametag on Evelyn’s jumpsuit, which was even worse than her own. Instead of Evelyn’s single name, the tag simply read “NLN”. “OK, I’ll see you there!”, replied Evelyn, before continuing her stride to the cafeteria. “Thanks for that. I sort of froze up.”, Lynne said to Marie. Marie compassionately responded “I’ve been through this before, it’s very nerve wracking. But this could be fun after all, since we could be roommates!” Lynne grew curious about this point, though she wanted to avoid talking about it in the hallway. In a class of cadets, gossip could spread like a fungus in the life support. Lynne and Marie entered the office door to visit the nurse. They registered for a visit with Diane, then took a seat to wait with the other girls in the office. “Dr. Halsey really must not have known what to say back there”, said Marie. Lynne asked “Why do you say that?”. Marie joked “She talked about the weather for an hour!”. Lynne chuckled slightly; the reference was somewhat lost on her. She twiddled her thumbs a bit, nervous about what Diane would say and embarrassed that she had wet herself. The other girls in the room exhibited similar nervous behaviors. Marie attempted to lighten the mood: “Hey remember that time in weightless training when we slammed into each other? Lynne lightened up a little. “Yeah, I can still feel the phantom pains in my shins.” They both laughed. To Lynne, Marie seemed to have a calming presence. When they chatted or joked, Lynne always felt at peace. If Marie was by her side, special training wouldn’t be so bad. Just as quickly as she had begun to relax, Lynne suddenly came to her senses again. A few more dribbles of pee escaped into her saturated diaper, but she readily stifled the flow. After a few more minutes of waiting, Diane’s perky assistant called for Lynne. “Good luck!”, said Marie as she patted her on the back. Lynne smiled, then slowly followed Petra into Diane’s office. The office was small and brightly lit, with a bed in the back. In the back corner was a strange chair that looked like it had a built-in booster seat. Oddly, it was plugged into the wall. At this point, Lynne’s pull-up sagged under the immense weight of her combined accidents. Lynne elected to stand up, fearing the leaks that may ensue if she sat too quickly. Diane soon entered the room, greeting Lynne before taking a seat. “So what seems to be the problem? Not feeling well from hypersleep?” Lynne felt herself choking up. “I feel fine, it’s just that…um, I had some bladder problems today” Diane flipped a page on her clipboard. “Yes, you were on the watchlist for bladder weakening. Did you wear the pull-up?” Lynne’s face turned red, and she nodded. “Well, some amount of leakage is normal on the first day. Would you mind if I check?” Despite Diane’s gentle, matter-of-fact tone, Lynne remained nervous. She hesitated for a moment, then replied “Yeah, sure” in a quiet voice. Lynne then unzipped her jumpsuit to reveal her soaking wet diaper. Yellowed up to the top, the leg guards were at the verge of giving way. A few drops of urine had escaped; they clung to her inner thighs. Diane took one look and said “You must be very uncomfortable. Let’s get you changed into a fresh one first.” Again, Lynne quietly nodded. Diane opened a cabinet to her side, revealing several stacks of diapers, neatly organized into their many varieties. She acted quickly, realizing that Lynne’s soaking pull-up could leak at any moment. She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a thin pull-up and passed it to Lynne. “This is a testing diaper. We’ll figure out how bad your leakage is and see where we should go from there.” Lynne held the small diaper in her hands. Upon seeing the five blue lines on the front of the diaper, she worried silently about what the test would entail. The padding of the pull-up only covered a small area, with almost no protection in the rear. On the inside, Lynne located a small pocket. Diane moved swiftly to the other side of the room and stood on her tip-toes to hunt through a cabinet nearly out of her reach. She stretched her arms to feel blindly, eventually finding what she sought. The bland, matter-of-fact packaging she held read “flow-rate sensors”. Diane opened the package and retrieved a flat, triangular object from within. The triangular end was white in color, with some circular patterns cut in a grid. A long wire extended from its side, terminating in a digital connector. Lynne watched Diane, becoming increasingly restless as she tried her best not to leak into her saturated pull-up. Diane, noticing her twitching legs, addressed her: “Let’s get you changed. Can I see that real quick?” Lynne handed the unfolded diaper over. Quickly, Diane inserted the sensor into the pocket of the testing diaper before returning it to Lynne. Diane moved to the back of the room, where a blue curtain hung on a rail near the wall. She pulled the curtain outwards, following the rounded rail that encircled Lynne and the bed she stood by. Diane instructed from the other side: “You can change into the testing diaper now. There should be some wipes to your right. Don’t use any powder for this part!” Lynne rolled her eyes at the thought of using baby powder on herself. She was, however, eager to change her diaper. Lynne stripped off her jumpsuit and stood in her bra and used pull-up. She then slid the plastic sides of her wet pull-up downwards, attempting to avoid contact with the pool of urine in her underwear. The diaper eventually plopped to the ground, thudding with watery weight. The scent of urine filled the room. Lynne’s sensitive areas felt sticky and clammy, awash with the last drops of pee that failed to be absorbed. Reaching into the cabinet, Lynne found the wipes. She retrieved one and vigorously scrubbed her vagina and buttocks. Temporarily, the chemicals of the wipes moisturized her skin. Upon drying, she felt clean again. The used wipe she held was distinctively yellow. After pausing momentarily, Lynne took a deep breath and stepped into her second pull-up for the day. She held the thin wire in her hands and briefly examined the connector. “I’m done!” Lynne said. Diane moved the curtain out of the way, then took the connector from Lynne’s hands. She plugged it into her portable computer and pressed some keys. “Okay, we’re ready to go. Step over here onto this thing. Don’t worry, I wiped it off.” As Diane motioned to the strange chair in the corner, Lynne’s curiosity about it greatly intensified. Puzzled, Lynne sat down. The hard, plastic seat had grooves that she sunk into. On the front, a hinge held another piece of plastic limply forward, between her legs. Diane pushed it forward until it clicked; the object rested snugly against Lynne’s crotch. “This is the test for bladder leakage. When I turn it on, it’s going to shake you around for a little while. I’ll start counting down, and when I reach ‘one’, try your hardest to hold your pee in.” Baffled, Lynne hesitantly replied “Okay.” Suddenly, Diane leaned over Lynne, reaching for a knob on the back of the chair. Lynne felt Diane’s cool, minty breath on her neck: a striking juxtaposition with Diane’s warm presence. Diane softly counted down: “three” Lynne readied herself, clenching her muscles. The plastic between her legs prevented her from squeezing. “Two.” Lynne sat up straight. “One.” Diane turned the knob on the back of the chair, and the hard plastic began gently vibrating. Lynne gasped, holding on. The vibrations were soft, but Lynne felt herself becoming engaged with her situation. Her tight grip ensured that she wasn’t yet peeing, but the combination of vibrations and Diane’s close proximity caused her to experience other sensations. Lynne bit her lip, knowing what was about to happen; she hoped that Diane’s little sensor wouldn’t pick it up. Lynne inhaled the scent of perfume emanating from Diane’s clothes and relished in the buzzing below. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, and she began to breathe deeper. Still clenching herself hard to avoid urinating, Lynne faced difficulty stopping the other kind of moisture growing below. Diane gazed at her portable computer and furrowed her brow. From the minimal separation between them, Lynne blushed at the expression of intrigue on Diane’s face. Either she thought Lynne was already wetting herself, or she knew that Lynne was getting a lot more than results out of the test. Lynne didn’t know which was worse. The intensity of the vibration remained constant for a while, and Lynne grew restless. She did well to avoid peeing, but the temptation of pleasure teased her to frustration. At long last, it seemed, Diane reached back to the knob again. Lynne held her breath briefly in tense anticipation. The fierce intensity of the vibrating chair rapidly increased, jarring Lynne in her seat. Startled, she disguised a pleasurable exhale as a chuckle. In the midst of furious oscillations, Lynne felt her throbbing pussy grow warm and wet. Nearly lost in a world of erotic sensation, Lynne summoned great willpower to resist periodically thrusting herself onto the hard plastic. Diane raised her eyes from the computer screen briefly after a particularly incriminating exhale. “You okay?” She asked. Lynne snapped back to reality. “Just fine!” The shaking machinery masked the wavering, whispery qualities of her voice. Unable to focus, Lynne began losing control over her strained bladder. Drops began, increased in frequency, and coalesced to form quick bursts. Within the confines of the limited protection, hot moisture spread rapidly over Lynne’s engorged pussy. Every flowing eddy of warmth eroded away her willpower to hold on, letting free tides of pleasure into her sensitive areas. The pressure within reached its critical point, and Lynne shakily subsided to ecstasy. She let out a loud moan and began to flood the thin garment. A steady stream of piss flowed outwards, carried upwards by capillary action. Just as she neared her climactic finish, Lynne noticed the leaks originating from the butt of the diaper. Virtually unprotected now, she relished as urine pooled around her ass and legs. A watery river rattled on the surface of the hard plastic, eventually dripping off of the legs and onto the floor. The last leaks caught the attention of Diane, who had been looking at her portable computer. “Oh! Sorry!” she said, audibly surprised. To Lynne’s disappointment, Diane turned the knob in the opposing direction, causing the strong vibrations to die down. “I didn’t mean to turn you on – “ she stammered, “ – turn it on that high. Let’s get you cleaned up again.” Lynne took a breath, cleared her throat, and softly replied “Yeah, just couldn’t hold it anymore.” Both her sexual arousal and sexual frustration were at an all-time high after nestling the brink of orgasm, denied by her own bladder. Diane opened the firm seat and Lynne stepped out, drops of urine sliding down her bare legs. Diane opened the curtain again and Lynne found herself in a familiar position. She stood by the bed as Diane rifled through the diaper cabinet again. Diane pulled out a thick, tabbed diaper and handed it to Lynne, saying “Based on your results, you should wear this.” Lynne held it, feeling the significant weight and softness. As she moved it in her hands, she noticed the audible crinkling of plastic. This one seemed similar to the one she wore in hypersleep, with several marks on the front to indicate wetness. She unfurled it from its neatly-folded state, and the compressed material within began to expand visibly. Lynne thought to herself that she had probably pissed much less in the test diaper, but she felt increasingly, thoroughly soaked to the brim. Heavily, she ran her palm over the front of the test diaper. Pressing the hot material into herself, Lynne remarked at the fleeting warmth and pleasure of squeezing free drops onto the cold floor below. At last, she decided to inspect the damages. She pulled down the small diaper, which seemed to be little more than a pair of plastic panties with a pad inside. Not only had it exceeded peak capacity by a large volume, but sticky strands of Lynne’s thick juices connected her to the diaper. She blushed at the sight, causing her face to heat synchronously with her moist, sensitive area. One leg at a time, she stepped out of her dripping underwear. Next, she grabbed another wipe from the adjacent shelf. Chills ran up Lynne’s back as she traced the sticky areas between her legs. Her thumping slit still demanded attention, pulsing as her fingers ran over the region. Through the curtain, Diane started explaining certain aspects of surface life to Lynne. “So today you had a little accident. It’s really no big deal, and lots of girls coming out of hypersleep go through this. You will probably have limited bladder control for a while, and it’s important to keep yourself protected. I can get you started with some more pull-ups, boosters, and diapers now. On the surface, you’ll have some…accommodations.” Lynne raised her eyebrows. She was already clean, yet continued stroking herself. “Your mattress is protected, for one. Most importantly, you’ll be enrolled in the special training program.” Lynne’s curiosity piqued. “It’s designed to help you get your bladder control back faster and reduce the amount of accidents you have. Lots of girls find it helpful. There’s a daily check-in every morning, and you’ll be taught how to manage if you wet yourself.” As Lynne considered the implications, the thought of additional bladder leakage tests entered her mind. After a while, Lynne laid down to try and put on the fresh diaper, which had greatly expanded since she had initially unfurled it. She tried many times to align it correctly, the plastic crinkling below her. Through the curtain, Diane offered “Do you need some help with that?” Lynne contemplated her options. What will Lynne do? A: Satisfy her desire B: Let Diane change her C: Make up your own option
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    Wet Cadets

    I like that haha. Mind if I steal that for the story sometime?
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    Wet Cadets

    Thank you so much! The omo stuff is a big focus, but keeping the story grounded is very important to me.
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    Wet Cadets

    It's one of the more unconventional classes offered for sure
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    Wet Cadets

    I had some very fun stuff planned for either A or B. Anyways, here's option A! Lynne, upon seeing the yellowed towel in Marie’s hand, reluctantly decided to wear the pull-up diaper. After all, she wanted to heed Marie’s confusing message about “special training”. Cautiously, Lynne looked around for anyone else entering the shower room. She put on her bra, snugly covering her perky breasts. Sighing, she packed away her panties, knowing that she wouldn’t wear them today. After another quick glance down the hall, Lynne reluctantly slipped on the pull-up. Despite its thin appearance, the padding felt thick between her thighs. The diaper seemed substantial and reinforced. “You look so cute!” Marie said. Lynne blushed. “You too.” Marie traced the thin, blue, horizontal line on the crotch of Lynne’s diaper. “This is where they measure to. If you wet yourself and it gets higher than this line, they put you in special training.” Before Lynne could ask about special training, another bell rang over the intercom. She rapidly laced up her boots and tied her hair in a quick ponytail before exiting to the hallway. Waddling slightly, she walked into orientation class with Marie. Entering the orientation room, Marie and Lynne were greeted by the hubbub of girls catching up. One girl explained her hypersleep dream: “My dream was so weird! I dreamt that someone stole my ship, moved it to a warehouse of identical ships, and I had to steal it back at gunpoint! What did you dream about?” The girl next to her replied, explaining her vague visions of picking flowers from the overgrown console of a computer. Lynne thought about her hypersleep dream. All she could remember was a moment where she stood in the heavy, warm, and sudden rains of her homeworld. She blushed and squeezed her thighs together, accidentally allowing a few drops of pee to escape. She still felt dry, confident that she made the right decision. She glanced at Marie, who seemed to be doing fine. Marie happily chatted with Evelyn, gossiping about students and teachers alike. At the exact moment that class was expected to start, a wave of silence swept across the room. The familiar Dr. Halsey entered from the front door, then confidently walked to the whiteboard. “Good day cadets! Welcome to orientation!” Her voice carried easily to the back of the room, both warm and precise. Her impeccable enunciation rhythmically defined every syllable in a unique way. Evelyn perked up, shifting in her chair. The tendrils on her head became flush and stiff against her skull. Dr. Halsey continued: “Welcome to Tau 6001. This is a very unique planet, and I’m sure you’ll all have an enjoyable experience here, whether for flight training, scientific research, off-road driving, or combat. Can anyone tell me why Tau 6001 is good for your kind of training?” A girl near the front raised her hand. Lynne started to zone out, absorbed in Dr. Halsey’s words. Dr. Halsey addressed the girl: “Yes?” The girl answered “The skies are clear over the Plains of the Sun, so the flying is good.” “Excellent point. Anyone else here a pilot in training?” Dr. Halsey asked the class. A few cadets raised their hands. “Good to see some pilots here! I was a pilot myself, and I found my training on Tau 6001 exhilarating at the time.” She chuckled. “Those old aircraft would shake so hard if you got into headwinds…” She briefly trailed off, then addressed the class again: “Anyone else?” Evelyn raised her hand. “Yes, Evelyn?” Evelyn spoke in an unusual, low, soft voice: “It’s good for the research team because I’m—sorry – it’s wet.” Lynne panicked for a brief moment, coming to her senses. She realized that a trickle of pee had been escaping as she zoned out. Again, she squeezed her thighs, but the flow required more effort to halt. Marie caught a glance, then re-focused herself. Dr. Halsey continued. “Yes, the thundering rains in the north provide plenty of water for the greenhouses and coolant tanks of the Oceanic Research Facility. Who here is going into research?” Lynne, Evelyn, Marie and six other girls’ hands shot up. Surprised, Dr. Halsey said “Got a few brainiacs in here huh?” A few students in the class chuckled. Lynne began to laugh, but stifled herself as she felt the urine ready to exit. Orientation continued similarly to other school events, moving at a slow pace. Progressively, Lynne felt the increasing buildup of the two large glasses of water. She continued to rub her legs together, doing her best not to be noticed. Though her technique was somewhat effective, occasional dribbles and leaks made their way into Lynne’s absorbent pull-up. Though the lecture was interesting at times, Lynne’s focus remained on her alarmingly warm crotch. Dr. Halsey continued her lecture: “…And that brings us to the weather on Tau 6001. Besides the plains, most of the inhabited continents are quite rainy. Evelyn, could you get the lights, please?” Evelyn replied “my pleasure.” Before standing up and flicking off the lights. Dr. Halsey pressed a button up front, sending the projector screen down. The projector itself advanced forward from its recess in the back wall, then powered on to show the Tau 6001 weather graphs. In the dark, Lynne held her crotch in and effort to stop the leaks. The diaper felt warm against her skin, far squishier than before. Marie noticed as Lynne rocked back and forth slightly. She whispered “Psst. Are you OK?” Lynne readily admitted “I really need to go pee, I might have an accident” Marie replied “Just hold on a little longer, the break is coming up and you can go then.” Lynne strained to view the clock in the dark, but surmised that fifteen minutes remained in class. She started bouncing in her seat in a futile effort to stop a brief, but sizeable leak. Lynne was right to take Diane and Marie’s advice: if she hadn’t put on the pull-up, she would have soaked herself by now. Until the end of class, Lynne continued to sit in agony while she wet herself little by little. Lynne was thankful that Dr. Halsey had made the room dark enough that she could easily hide. She was nearing her limit, with her legs tightly crossed despite the thick, squishy pull-up. At long last, Dr. Halsey dismissed the class. To maintain her dignity, Lynne uncrossed her legs the moment the light came on. She shot up, continuously dribbling, and briskly walked to the bathroom. Marie followed after her, betraying no signs of desperation. Lynne reached the bathroom and bolted towards an open stall; each quick step she took marking a synchronized jet of hot urine into her damp diaper. Lynne slammed and locked the door, then frantically began to unzip her jumpsuit. The fatal flaw of the jumpsuits worn on spaceships was the difficulty they created in using the bathroom. Every few seconds, Lynne grabbed herself to halt another flow. She managed to disrobe after fidgeting intensely with the system of zippers. “Lynne, are you OK in there?” Marie asked through the door. She must have heard Lynne’s desperate, frantic panting. Curiously, no other girls were in this bathroom. They must have gone to another one, possibly nearer. “I’m fine!” Lynne shouted, holding back an immense flood. Lynne noticed the yellow line on the front of her diaper. Through slowly wetting in class, the line had risen to the halfway point. The pull-up felt squishy between her legs, making the task of closing them together difficult. Knowing that she hadn’t reached the line yet, Lynne clenched harder than before in a final effort to retain some degree of dryness. The force of her legs crossing tightly together squeezed tiny rivulets of pee down her bare leg, unbound from the absorbent, urine-soaked material. The surprise of the small stream, coupled with the unbearable strain on her muscles, forced her to relax. Lynne gasped, now powerless to stop the river of piss from flooding her damp diaper. She sighed. “No, no, no!” She said, holding back tears. In a split second, her crotch became enveloped by warmth. The pressure released within as her bladder muscles relaxed. Hot currents of flowing pee swirled around her pussy, giving her strange feelings. Lynne heard a muffled hissing sound as she wet herself; the pull-up expanded and yellowed to absorb the water. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Lynne plopped onto the toilet seat in defeat. Marie knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She tenderly asked. Lynne silently unlocked the door and Marie entered. “Looks like it’s special training for you.” Marie said. Lynne, still feeling the heat of her accident, looked sadly at the ground. Marie stroked her hair for a moment. “Don’t worry. It’s not that bad. You aren’t graded or anything. They teach you some techniques to help you gain control again.” Lynne sniffled. “I’m not in control?!” “It could happen to anyone”, Marie said, in a genuine and comforting voice. After a moment of silent reflection, Marie began to unzip her jumpsuit. Lynne looked up. “What are you doing?”, She asked in a trembling voice. “You’re not going to special training alone.” Marie said boldly. Her zipper was just below her exposed diaper now, which was almost completely dry. Marie parted her legs slightly. Lynne watched in silence, harboring some suspicion about what Marie was about to do. Marie looked forward, past Lynne, and took a deep breath. She stood up straight, closed her eyes, and relaxed. Lynne watched and listened in awe. In the silent, brightly-lit bathroom, a quiet hissing sound became audible. Between Marie’s dark, muscular legs, a spot of yellow emerged. The hissing grew louder and louder as Lynne watched with her mouth agape. Marie was rapidly wetting herself, and the yellow mass of her piss rapidly approached the indicator line. Like a river, Marie’s urine flowed and soaked the diaper. She appeared calm, relaxed, and confident. “Now at least you’ll know someone in the class.” Marie said. Lynne felt so grateful in that moment that she stood up to embrace Marie. Marie returned the hug, holding Lynne in her arms. The soggy, bulky, crotches of their pull-ups touched as they pulled close together. They then dressed themselves and waddled out of the stall. “Let’s go to the nurse’s office. I’m sure Diane will want to see us.”, Marie said. Smiling, Lynne followed Marie out of the bathroom.
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    Lose Control Roulette!

    I love stuff like this!
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    Wet Cadets

    The amused chatter and giggling of long-time friends compelled Lynne to move forth. As Lynne walked deeper into the shower room, she eagerly stripped off her gown and tossed it into a pile in the corner, revealing her nude body. Lynne was comfortable in the shower room by now, after seeing her fellow cadets bathe numerous times. She did notice, however, that her body hair had grown uncomfortably thick over the long months of hypersleep. Proceeding forth, she felt warmed by the hot steam of the shower room. To her, it felt intense; the process of hypersleep chills one to the bone. Turning a corner, she saw the orderly row of suitcases atop folded, green jumpsuits. She scanned the alphabetical list, quickly finding “APIARY, LYNNE”. Lynne chuckled at the silly representation of her awkward colonial name, but understood their reason not to write “Lynne, Daughter of Hans of the Great Apiary”. Lynne rifled through her messy suitcase, searching for shower supplies. One-by-one, she pulled her shampoo, conditioner, razor, and shaving cream from the messy heap of clothes, pictures, and computer accessories. Eager to shower at last, Lynne groaned as she put all of her weight into slamming the small, standard-issue suitcase. Though it appeared to be buckling from the stress, Lynne enjoyed a small feeling of pride; she had once again avoided organizing her things. Through the soap-scented air of the steamy shower-room, Lynne recognized the voices of her friends. Marie stood on the left, scrubbing her slender legs with a bar of soap. Her soft skin was naturally dark and tanned. Her wild, frizzy, black hair only laid down when wet. Shampoo flowed down her back, pouring gently from her knotted locks. Through the roar of the shower, Marie failed to notice Lynne’s entrance. “Well it has to work itself out somehow. If you met your past self, the universe wouldn’t break. I don’t buy that.” Further away, to her right, Lynne heard Evelyn’s reply. “Well what WOULD happen then? You haven’t given me an answer.” Despite her relative distance and the thundering, high-pressure shower, Lynne could easily distinguish the rich, alto voice of Evelyn. “Hey ladies, sleep in much?” asked Lynne. Startled, Marie turned around. Lynne noticed that she clenched her legs together for a moment before her approach. “Lynne! So great to see you!” shouted Marie. “Hypersleep was the most exciting class I’ve ever taken at the academy.” Lynne chuckled, then saw Evelyn approaching. Her striking appearance was unmistakable. Hailing from a distant branch of the original humanity, Evelyn’s bright blue skin sparkled in the shower. The thick tendrils on her head moved slightly, betraying her excitement. To Lynne, the most fascinating parts of Evelyn were her incredible hands. They were wide, accommodating for her extra fingers. Despite the strangeness of her twelve fingers, her hands looked delicate and natural. “Lynne! I thought they’d never wake you up!” she exclaimed, bursting into a quick jog. Before she knew it, Lynne became wrapped in one of Evelyn’s signature hugs. Lynne blushed as their bodies pressed together. When Evelyn broke off, Lynne candidly remarked “I could really use a shower and a shave about now.” Evelyn replied “Well hurry up, orientation starts soon!” Lynne replied “Easy for you to say. You don’t have a hair on your body to wash or shave!” Evelyn laughed. “Well that’s true. I’m about done anyway. I’ll see you two later.” As she finished speaking, Evelyn returned to her shower, turned the water off, and gathered her belongings. As Evelyn bent over, Lynne caught the full view of her exotic blue body. She didn’t mind much, and made no attempt to look away; Marie noticed. Using her signature snark, Marie teased “Someone’s been having some fun hypersleep dreams!”. Lynne lightly punched Marie on the shoulder. “Shut up!”. They both giggled. As she laughed, Lynne felt a brief sense of alarm. She had accidentally released a few drops of pee down her legs. She hoped Marie would not notice. “Orientation starts soon, I should really get cleaned up.”, Lynne pointed out. “Damn right you do!” Marie countered. They both giggled again Abruptly, Lynne stepped back and turned on her shower, in an effort to conceal the tiny accident. Lynne felt relief as she stood beneath the hot shower. First, she applied copious amounts of shampoo to her greasy hair. She moved on to rubbing her body with the bar of soap. As she applied the soap to her legs, she noticed more little leaks. It must have just been the shower that relaxed her muscles, but she didn’t usually pee in the shower with her friends present. Quietly, she rinsed herself as small droplets of urine flowed into the drain. Finally, Lynne decided to shave her legs. The razor against her skin felt satisfying and relaxing. As she traced it up her legs, she enjoyed the relief of her newfound smoothness. For a moment, Lynne internally debated shaving her thick pubic hair. As she was thinking, more pee dripped onto her hand. She decided not to shave, following the unspoken tradition of her generation of cadets. The academy seemed too orderly, and some things were meant to grow wild. As the time for orientation drew nearer, Lynne rushed through the final stages of her routine. After rinsing, she collected her belongings and returned to the bench area. Through the application of an even greater force than before, Lynne managed to stuff her toiletries into her messy suitcase again. Meanwhile, Marie enjoyed a final rinse before joining Lynne. Lynne and Marie reached for towels and began drying themselves off. “What do you think they have in store for us at orientation?” Marie asked. Lynne replied “Probably the same boring stuff, just preparing us for another orbital departure.” Lynne noticed the jiggle of Marie’s ample breasts as she vigorously dried herself. After just a few seconds of drying, Marie’s unruly hair began to expand to its signature size. Each was jealous of the other’s hair; Lynne coveted Marie’s volume and Marie desired Lynne’s manageability. Once again, Lynne upset the delicate equilibrium of her suitcase to retrieve her matching gray set of bra and panties. Lynne moved her suitcase aside, revealing the folded jumpsuit below. However, as she unfolded the jumpsuit, Lynne’s face turned beet red. Hidden in the folds of the custom-fit jumpsuit was a fresh pull-up diaper! In the scramble to hide it, Marie turned around, catching Lynne in the act of hiding the embarrassing garment. Marie’s expressive eyes betrayed her surprise. Clearly panicked, Lynne feebly attempted to explain: “I-I didn’t know they would put this here!” As she nervously spoke, small jets of urine escaped, falling audibly on the floor. Lynne expended enormous effort to stop peeing on her legs. “You too, huh?” Marie responded. “What?” Lynne asked. “It happens to a lot of girls in hypersleep. Look, I got one too.” Marie unfolded her jumpsuit to reveal her own diaper. “This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with this. Believe me, I understand.” Lynne calmed, waiting for what Marie would say next. “See, we’re in this together!” Marie retrieved her towel from the bench and showed Marie. Small, yellow stains dotted the center of the towel. Marie then wiped Lynne’s legs of the pee, gently reassuring her “It’s going to be fine. If you wear the diaper, you’ll be happy you did. Trust me.” Marie confidently slipped on her pull-up before slipping into her jumpsuit. “Just try to keep moderately dry, otherwise they’ll send you into special training. Use the toilet often.” Before Lynne had a chance to ask Marie what she meant by “special training”, The digital bells rang over the intercom system. “Looks like it’s time to go!” Marie exclaimed, rushing to put on her boots. What should Lynne do? A: Take Marie’s advice and wear the diaper B: Attempt to stay dry without it
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    Wet Cadets

    Thanks! Let me know if you have any elements you would like to see incorporated into the story.
  11. PeeStacy

    Wet Cadets

    Before opening her eyes, Lynne gradually awoke. The feeling of a subtle chill on her skin brought her to a half-awake state. Her fingers and toes wiggled in the stuffy air of the chamber as her eyes perceived the gradually-brightening light. After a few attempts, she drowsily opened her eyes and maintained a sleepy gaze. Her frail attempts at making fists marked the beginnings of true re-animation. From inside of the frosted, circular window, she noticed the nurse pressing buttons and heard mumbled speech. Slowly, her pod shifted her body from laying flat to sitting at an angle. As she further gained consciousness, she licked her dry lips and groaned at the murmur of her empty stomach. A sudden hiss startled her, and she continued to flex her weakened muscles. The chamber door finally swung open, causing her to delicately shield her eyes with her frail hands. Lynne continued to focus up, finally recognizing Nurse Diane and her assistant. As the murmurs of speech became more clear, Lynne heard bits and pieces of Diane's medical analysis. As Diane spoke, her assistant diligently filled out a form on a handheld computer. "128 pounds...internal temperature is at...5 foot 6". She started to wake up more rapidly, highly conscious of her hunger and thirst. Towards the end of the examination, she saw Diane briefly lift her gown, stare at her crotch, and say "She's wet, up to the fourth mark. Better put her on the list". Attempting to speak through her painfully dry throat, Lynne croaked "What?" Diane turned to her. "Oh, talking already! You must be starving. Petra, bring the tray over here please." Her assistant responded "Right away, Diane!", then wheeled a tray over. On the tray was a tall glass of water, a bowl of oatmeal, and a banana. Next to the food was a spoon upon a napkin. Gaining strength, Lynne immediately reached for the glass of water. "Careful now!" Diane warned, steadying Lynne's shaky grip on the glass. Lynne began by taking short sips, but quickly increased the pace, gulping down the water. She smiled, took a moment to breathe, and reached for the spoon. She stirred the oatmeal and ate small spoonfuls from the edges as Nurse Diane filled her in. "We're in orbit above Tau 6001 now. You and your fellow cadets will embark for the surface soon. This is your first time going through hypersleep, right?" Lynne nodded, rapidly shoveling the oatmeal into her empty stomach. "Can I have some more water, please?", she asked. "Sure thing!" Petra cheerfully replied. Petra walked over and fetched the empty glass. She bent over to reach a small faucet, refilled the glass, and returned it to Lynne. Lynne's motions grew increasingly stable, and she barely shook when she downed the second glass. With her newfound strength, she found the task of flexing and making a fist easier. She felt less cold, and her shivers were gone. Lynne attempted to move her legs. She felt something thick, soft, and squishy between her thighs. Curious, she lifted her gown to see what she was wearing. From her brief, embarrassed glimpse, she surmised that she was wearing a thick, tabbed diaper. Moreover, her face turned beet red when she realized that it was soaking wet. Before she could speak, Diane chimed in. "We remove the urine-catching system a few hours before you wake up, to test your bladder muscles under normal sleep." She paused, gathering her thoughts. Lynne anxiously waited. "There's probably no need to worry, but since you had an accident we put you on a watch list--" Lynne interrupted, frustrated and embarrassed: "What kind of list?! Who will know about this?!" Diane maintained her composure. "It's a medical list, so patient confidentiality will be kept up. It's a preliminary list for candidates that may have endured some, let's say, bladder weakening." Lynne, desperately attempting to regain her composure, asked "preliminary list?" Diane nodded. "We recommend that you be changed into a fresh pull-up to test your daytime bladder control. If you wet yourself again, we'll see to it that you get the care you need." Scoffing at the idea, Lynne replied coldly "I do not need to wear a diaper. You can take me off your list." Slightly less sure, she added "This was just a one-time thing, I only uhhh... used the diaper because of the hypersleep drugs." Diane attempted to reassure Lynne: "This is a very common occurrence. Girls coming out of hypersleep in a wet diaper aren't always experiencing bladder weakening, but you'll be glad if you are protected later." Seeing Lynne's disheartened expression, Diane added "And it's not a diaper, it's a pull-up. No-one will notice under your jumpsuit. And really, lots of other girls will be wearing pull-ups too. It's just a precaution. If you can manage to stay dry for just six hours, you'll be taken off of the preliminary list." Lynne smirked. "I told you, I don't need to wear a diaper. I get that you don't think much of cadets and all, but this is just ridiculous." Diane sighed, knowing that Lynne had made up her mind. "You don't have to wear the pull-up. Just let me take this off of you so you can get a shower. Orientation begins in twenty-eight minutes. Your jumpsuit and belongings are in the shower room." Uncertainly, Lynne replied "Okay..." as Diane lifted her gown. Lynne turned away with a beet-red face as she heard the ripping sound of four tabs being undone. "Lift up, please," requested Diane. Lynne lifted her butt, allowing Diane to slide the soaking garment from beneath her. Lynne looked at the diaper briefly; the massive set of padding was completely yellowed. Diane set it in a deep trash can bearing a bio-waste symbol. Excited to bathe herself, Lynne felt the sticky, residual urine on her skin. Quietly, she thanked Diane, then swiftly moved to the shower room in the center. As she drew closer to the shower room, Lynne heard the excited hubbub of newly-awoken cadets beneath the comforting heat of a long-needed shower. Though the floor was someone cold to her bare feet, Lynne felt a drop of sweat running down her leg. At least, that's how she perceived it.
  12. PeeStacy

    Another Wet Morning

    Tuesday part 1: After I finished taking care of myself, I fell asleep in my slippery diaper, blissfully relaxed in the slightly dampened pull-up. I woke up the next morning I woke up sorely disappointed. As I shifted to disable my alarm clock, I felt the signature cold swell of a soaking diaper and heard the crinkling rubber sheet. Not again! I was one more rain cloud closer to losing my chance at the surprise. I reached my hand back under the cover to feel the damage. I didn't notice any leaks, but the swollen diaper prevented me from closing my legs. Sighing, I pushed the covers aside and peered down towards my diaper. I stood up, waddling slightly. The bed appeared to be clean, so at least I wouldn't have to change my top sheet today. Nancy approached once she heard me stirring. She knocked on the door. "Come in!" I said. She entered the room and asked "How did you sleep?". This particular euphemism caught my attention; I answered her true question with "I had an accident. I'm wet." Her eyes betrayed her sympathetic look briefly. She knelt in front of me and lifted my nightie for a diaper check. From the mirror I saw that the pristine white-to-purple gradient had changed, now ranging from yellow to purple. "Awww Sarah you need to use the bathroom before you sleep, remember?" Damn it! I was just about to use it last night, but then Nancy showed up and distracted me. "Well, I-I'm not the only one!" I said. "No, you're not. But I'm not the one with a potty chart to keep up with," she replied. "Now, you know the rules, get changed into a fresh pull-up and get ready for school. I don't want to see you have another accident today. You should come home dry." Frustrated with my failure, I grabbed a clean uniform and waddled to the bathroom in a huff; I closed the door harder than usual. I pulled off my nightie to get a better view of my accident. The diaper bulged heavily between my legs, nearly falling down from its own weight. A single drop more of piss would leak forth, running to the ground above. I imagined that scenario as I turned around to look at the changing table, whose lower compartments were stuffed with absorbent garments. I decided that I could still have a little fun in this diaper before throwing it away, so I sat on the toilet and began to relax. The cold of the seat shocked me into clenching down, but wetting myself came very naturally. I relaxed my bladder, evidently still holding some pee that managed not to end up in my sheets. Just as I suspected, the new influx of piss warmed my crotch briefly, before exiting at the strained leg holes. The pee flowed for a few moments, splashing into the toilet at an uneven rate. Suddenly, in the middle of my intentional wetting, I noticed an incriminating warmth on my left buttock. "Oh shit, no, no!" I muttered to myself, unable to halt the flow now. My morning pee was leaking onto the seat, then dripping onto the floor. I tried to stop, with no avail. Squeezing my thighs together only compressed the diaper more, forcing another spash to begin yellowing the seat. The gentle warmth felt damn nice though, and I stopped worrying about the clean up for a moment to ride the small wave of pleasure. I had never before worn a more saturated diaper than at the moment when my stream became a trickle and terminated. Worried about spilling more pee, I carefully slipped the soaking diaper off before I stood up. As it ran down my legs, tiny drops of pee remained on my nude body. A few more drops plummeted to the floor as I walked the heavy pull-up to the trash can. Inspecting the toilet again, the leak was very small. I went to the changing table and grabbed a wipe. I cleaned the urine from the toilet, then used another wipe on myself. My pussy, ass, and inner thighs were sticky with free pee, yellowing the cold wipe as I cleaned my body. I then powdered myself and rummaged through the drawer on the bottom of the changing table. I dug through the slightly unorganized collection of tabbed diapers and pee pads, but met disappointment when I found the empty plastic wrap that once held the discreet pull-ups. Printed on the bright package was a familiar, happy-looking teen in a flowery pull-up. "For girls age 16-20" it advertised. I called out to Nancy. "Nancy, I think we're out of diapers!" As she tends to do, Nancy barged in. For some reason I was embarrassed, hiding my powdered pussy. "No, we have diapers. See here?" "Yeah, but I like the pull-up kind..." I replied. She suddenly crinkled her nose. I blushed as she sniffed the air and walked to the trash can. She bent over, revealing a black thong beneath her short skirt. She reached into the trash can, rising with the soaking pull-up that I had shamefully wet in the morning and the night. Pee dripped from the garment as she held it at arm's length. "I know you like this kind, but maybe they aren't enough for your accidents. This is completely soaked. It's dripping wet. Maybe you should consider wearing the tabbed ones more." I was in a sticky situation now. What should I tell her? A: Tell her that I took my morning pee in the diaper B: Tell her that it was just a heavy wetting night C: Tell her that that's normal for me How should I handle my days? A: Try to get her to buy more pull-ups for days B: Wear tabbed diapers during the day C: Try to get her to let me use panties and a pee pad How should I handle my nights? A: Try to keep wearing pull-ups B: Switch to tabbed diapers Should I wear booster pads during the day or night? A: Yes, both B: At night only C: During the day only D: No
  13. PeeStacy

    Just foregotten to hold it?

    Sometimes it just feels more natural for me to wet myself. When I'm at home and I wear a diaper, I usually don't wait to start wetting. I just relax and let go. My problem is that sometimes I wait too long to change and I end up completely soaked. My reflexes kick in when I feel the diaper leaking, and I know it's time for a change.
  14. PeeStacy

    Another Wet Morning

    Thanks! I'll work on the next one soon. Hopefully we'll see Sarah make it through the week, but she's walking on thin ice here.
  15. PeeStacy

    Another Wet Morning

    Monday part 3: I continued to study and distract myself late into the night until I eventually decided to go to sleep. I changed out of the spare uniform I had been given and put it in the laundry, atop my own urine-stained uniform and a set of wet sheets. The sight was concealed but I suspect the room will always smell like a bedwetter lives here. I decided to wear the purple and white gradient pull-up to sleep, thinking that I might need it tonight. Thicker than my usual diapers, I suspected that it was designed for teens. How many other teens still wet? I slipped into a clean nightie and headed to the bathroom. Toothbrush in hand, I looked in the mirror and cleaned my mouth. As I finished washing my face, it occurred to me that I should try to use the toilet. Sometimes I don't know that I need to pee until I'm about to have an accident, so I figured I should try. After all, I can only wet the bed three times this week! Just as I lifted my nightie and began to lower my pull-up to my ankles, I heard a knock on the door. Through door I heard a muffled "Are you in there? I really need to go pee!" Pulling the door towards me, I was struck by the striking visage of Nancy's nude figure; she bounced from one foot to the other, hands buried deep into her crotch. My focus was drawn to her bouncing breasts as she immediately resorted to begging. "What are you doing up so late anyway?" I responded with a soft, surprised voice: "Just using the bathroom. I stayed up late." As I delivered my reply, I glimpsed the hairs of her crotch. My mind began racing, dreaming up a perverted scenario. I remained in the way, impeding her path as a slippery surface formed upon the absorbent surface of my pristine pull-up. "Please Sarah, just move for a second! I woke up because I was about to wet myself!" I reveled in the irony, standing tall and silent like a statue. I wasn't the only one getting humiliated today. It was her turn to stain the floor, and my turn to sleep proud and dry (not totally, I still had my throbbing pussy to take care of before I could get an ounce of sleep). I continued to watch her shake and hop from foot to foot, hunched over and trying her best. Before long, she exhibited the early signs of losing control. Her frantic moans became more frequent, her desperate begging less coherent. This must have been the most desperate she had ever been (not that she usually cares that much, I caught her pissing into a towel on the couch). My ears immediately perked up when I heard the exciting pitter-patter of the first drops. Golden drops impacted the floor after flowing through her delicate hands; her futile grasp had begun to stop resisting the call of nature. She held on for just a while longer until she finally gave up. Her gaze towards the floor adjusted, her blushing face looking toward me. "I'm sorry..." she said, freeing her crotch from her grasp. My own eyes fell to her curvy legs as the waterworks began. She stood straight before me as hot urine flowed towards her feet and made a familiar puddle. "See what you made me do?" She asked pitifully, nearly crying. The urine within sprung forth like a jet, equally divided between pooling by my feet and by hers. She kept pissing for a long time, eventually looking me in the eyes with her stern gaze. She wasn't about to cry. I felt like I was in a trance, drawn magnetically to the soaking woman in front of me. She stepped closer to me, splashing in her own puddle shamelessly. She pulled me closer with her precise, firm grip on my nightie, transferring some pee from her hand to my pajamas. Her soft voice gave me goosebumps as she leaned in and whispered "Time to clean up this mess you made." I stepped into the sizeable pool of pee and kissed her on the lips. We locked together and she reached around for my diapered ass to pull me in tighter. We passionately thrust our tongues into each other's mouths, rhythmically breathing each other's breath. Eventually we broke apart, our synchronized motions subsiding. "Are you going to clean me up or not?" She rhetorically queried. In that moment, I felt the wetness in my own pull-up soak into the material a little more. I returned to the bathroom and fetched two towels (it was a lot of pee!). I set one on the floor by her puddle and scrubbed back and forth. The pristine, white towel yellowed instantly. I set it aside and rubbed the second one up and down her dripping legs. The smell of her shameful little accident was adorable. With her wet hand in mine, I led her to the changing table in the bathroom. She followed my lead and stepped up to the platform, never breaking eye contact. After she was on the table, I leaned in and kissed her again, gently biting her lip before releasing. I followed by kissing her chin and her neck; she relaxed and gently moved. Working my way down, I sucked her breasts briefly, then kissed her belly. I proceeded to her thighs, noticing the pungent and unmistakable musk of wet pussy. I nuzzled my mouth close to her soaking vagina, then extended my tongue to taste her salty, pee-coated skin. She gasped, and I continued further in. I ran my tongue up and down her labia slowly as she started thrusting her hips back and forth. Her hands met with my head, guiding me further down with a firm force. I picked up the pace and sucked, prompted by her faint moans and motions. Each slip of my mouth towards her hairy pussy yielded another subtle motion, along with a tighter grip on my head. I kissed her cunt, tracing shapes inside of her. After I located her clit, she gasped while I continued pleasuring her. We joined breath and motion in a rapid harmony; my pace increased as she found her moaning voice. It wasn't long before her frantic breathing betrayed that she grew closer to climax. "Don't stop!" She panted, her skin sweaty and her legs still smelling like piss. I gladly obeyed, remaining attentive to her throbbing clit. With a final "Aaaaah!" she came in my face, hard. Her legs shook uncontrollably, waves of pleasure sweeping over her fit body. Her fully erect nipples jiggled violently as I lifted my face and met her gaze; the look in her eyes was of joy and ecstasy. As her climax ended, she looked back at me with a pleased smile. For a few moments we stood there, wondering what to do next. I headed back to my room to take care of my own throbbing pussy, as I found myself craving attention in a damp pull-up diaper. There are worse places to be in life I suppose.