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    The Daydreamer

    This one took me a while to write by the way. Luckily I was prepared with a goodnite and a towel
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    The Daydreamer

    Although Kassandra often had these night-time accidents, she prided herself on her capability to stay dry throughout the day. Only in her dreams did her panties and jeans overfill with urine and embarrass her in front of her peers. No one else knew of her embarrassing mornings such as this one; the oddly satisfying warm sensation, the squishy padding against her skin, the swollen, bulging, and yellowed pullups. They knew none of it. Kassandra intended to keep it that way, until the events of that day would come to pass. With a loud plop, her pullup hit the floor of her bathroom as she stepped out of it and threw it in the trash with the others. Kassandra showered and changed into her school clothes: (ordinary) panties, jeans, a large sweater, and a modest shirt. She grabbed sat down and made herself some breakfast: instant oatmeal and a glass of orange juice. Although she had been advised to kick her habit due to the bedwetting, Kassandra was hopelessly addicted to caffeine. She boiled some water in a kettle and ground up the beans. Kassandra noticed the time on the clock, prompting her to chug the orange juice and pour what coffee she could into a tall thermos to take with her to school. Kassandra sipped at her hot coffee on the brisk walk to her school. Kassandra didn't want to be late again; frequent showers in the morning would often slow her down. Kassandra thought that maybe on the mornings her diaper didn't leak she could get away with simply using a baby wipe on her skin. With just a minute and a half left to spare, Kassandra took her seat in class. Julie sat directly behind her, packed in close because the classroom was cramped. Kassandra continued to sip her coffee, catching her breath and waiting for math class to begin. Everyone else settled in, their chairs squeaking as they took their places. The caffeine helped to wake her up and prepare herself for the material. For the first part of class, she remained focused on the material. A flurry of equations transferred themselves from Mrs. Z. to her open notebook. Her only distraction was the occasional squeaking as Julie shifted in her seat behind Kassandra. Her high dose of caffeine also had one more side effect, a one she was very used to. Although she felt the pressure building up inside of her, Kassandra knew that she could wait until the end of class to empty her bladder. So why did she have so many bad dreams that ended with a puddle below her seat, the bathroom floor, or the area in front of the chalkboard? Maybe, she thought, she should build a reliable way to distinguish dream from reality, so her pee ended up in the toilet instead of on herself in the night. With the caffeine surging through her veins and the coffee gradually joining the orange juice in her stressed bladder, Kassandra quietly opened a blank page in the back of her math notebook. The squeaking from behind became slightly more frequent. Was Julie's chair really that bad? Timidly, she began to put pen to paper, starting with a tally of the week's accidents thus far: Bedwetting accidents this week: ||| Dear Diary, Last night I had another accident. I dreamed that I was in class and I couldn't go to the bathroom. I held it for so long that it hurt and when I made it to the toilet I just couldn't take it any more. I ended up peeing all over myself and getting the bathroom floor wet. The scariest part is, the relief felt good. I woke up and my pullup was soaking wet again!!! I can't believe I'm still peeing myself. With her brief entry over, Julie was about to close her book. She had taken much time to write it: re-visiting her recent past only made her more desperate and uncomfortable. Plus, remembering the exact details proved to be difficult. The loud noises of the chair behind her hadn't helped. The caffeine had ensured that she stayed very focused her work, however. With just half an hour left, Kassandra was feeling bursting and uncomfortable. In this last interval of class, Kassandra often fantasized about the blissful relief of pissing into the toilet. She thought about her dream some more, conjuring vague images of the lush waterfall and of the warmth in her panties. Her bladder was screaming for relief! Suddenly, a loud squeak startled her as Julie inched forward. Kassandra jumped, still feeling jittery from the caffeine. Without warning, a spurt escaped into her cotton panties! With all of her might, Kassandra reacted quickly and suppressed the warm flow which threatened to destroy her reputation. She looked at Julie, panicked. Julie whispered sharply "Hey, I really have to pee, have you been taking notes?" before glimpsing into her notebook. Blushing, Kassandra rapidly thumbed through to where she had been writing before, almost dropping her notebook in the process. What had she seen? Was she going to tell someone? Julie continued to shuffle in her seat, wiggling her butt desperately. "You OK, Kassandra?," Julie asked. "I'm fine. Here are the notes I've been taking." Kassandra blushed. She hadn't seen anything. "Great, I'll be right back," Julie said. Just like she said, Julie raised her hand and asked to use the bathroom. Mrs. Z. granted her the hall pass and she continued. Something about this felt familiar, yet Kassandra could not quite nail it down. Kassandra watched Julie leave the room, growing desperate and mirroring Julie's subtle thigh squeezes and crotch grabs. Some part of Kassandra felt a slight sense of deja vu, and a growing sense that she would need to take action immediately to keep her panties dry. Well, mostly dry. She shrugged off the feeling, knowing that it does no good to catastrophize. The minutes slowly ticked by as class advanced, with no sign of Julie yet. She must have really had to pee! Kassandra found herself growing increasingly desperate, shifting in her seat and shamelessly holding onto her crotch. Fortunately, she was able to hold on without letting any more dribbles escape into her panties until the agonizing class had finally ended. The blaring sound of the bell rang out and Kassandra shot up out of her seat like a rocket. Rapidly, she packed her notebooks and pen into her backpack and made a bee line to the girls' room. Other students flooded out of the room after her, shambling to their next classes. She reached the bathroom with her dignity mostly intact, though she was doing the potty dance. She reached the bathroom before most anyone else, on account of her speed. However, she found that of the three stalls were in use. In the nearest one, she the sound of another girl peeing set her into full emergency mode. Shuffling back and forth between her feet, she made her way to the remaining stall at the end of the room, slightly dribbling along the way. She couldn't think about that right now though, she had to go! Briefly, she removed her hand from her crotch to whip open the stall door. There it was, the toilet. The sight caused the loss of another spurt into her jeans before she could undo her buckle. In a single, swift motion, Kassandra sat on the toilet, already peeing. In that moment, her relief was palpable and orgasmic. Pee cascaded from within her like the waterfall in her dreams, returning her mentally to that place. She moaned and sighed in relief as the torrent of piss safely entered the bowl, far away from her dampened panties. After a seemingly long amount of time, the flow subsided and she decided to wipe herself and inspect the damage. Her panties were mostly soaked, but only a slight amount had wet her jeans. Almost no point in wiping, she thought; her panties were quite wet. As she thought about what to do, Kassandra heard a small whimper from the next stall over. She heard quiet sobbing and sniffling, making her wonder what was going on. She pulled her wet panties back up and pulled her jeans back on. Only a small wet spot was visible on her crotch of her light-colored jeans; she pulled her sweater down to hide it. Kassandra flushed, opened the stall, and stepped out. Except for the crying girl and herself, the bathroom was now empty. She knocked on the door. Through her sobbing, the girl in the stall asked "y-yes?" Kassandra recognized her voice immediately. It was Julie! Awkwardly, Kassandra asked "are you OK in there?" After a brief pause, Julie replied "Wait, Kassandra, is that you?" Kassandra said "yes, are you all right?" Julie said through the door: "I uh... had an accident in here", sniffling. Kassandra looked down. Just then, a small puddle of pee crept from beneath the stall door. "It's OK Julie, it happens sometimes," Kassandra offered. After a long pause, Kassandra began to feel deeply sympathetic. Her own pants were slightly wet. Just a few minutes more and it would be Kassandra in the bathroom stall with soaking thighs. Then, Kassandra got an idea. "Julie, I can help you." The sobbing stopped. "Really?" Julie unlocked the door and pulled it towards herself. Her jeans were soaked with pee. Dark patches had wrapped around her ass and thighs, clinging to her skin. She sat on the toilet, the toilet she had just barely missed. With her waterlogged sneakers, she stepped cautiously through her puddle, standing just behind the open door. Kassandra removed her sweater, nervous about her wet stain. "Here, use this to hide the stain until you get to the school nurse. I won't tell anyone." Julie replied sheepishly: "thanks Kassandra" before wrapping the sweater around her waist. "Are you sure you don't need it?" Kassandra blushed deeply, her embarrassing pee stain wasn't as invisible as she had thought. But as someone of her word, Kassandra firmly replied "I'm sure. Now get yourself a change of clothes." Julie smiled and said "thanks again. And please don't tell anyone!" Kassandra vowed that her lips were sealed. Julie walked to the exit of the bathroom quickly, before turning around. "By the way, I saw your diary. We should have a sleepover sometime, I don't mind." With that, Julie exited, leaving Kassandra behind, frozen in place. ... Later that day, Julie and Kassandra waved at each other in the hallway. Julie was wearing a different pair of pants, as expected. Kassandra was about to leave to go home, opening her locker to grab something out of it. As the door swung open, a small piece of paper fell out. Kassandra picked it up and read it: a phone number and a heart.
  3. PeeStacy

    The Daydreamer

    Thank you very much. I'd like to think that Kassandra is very imaginative, which may not be optimal for a frequent bedwetter.
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    female The Daydreamer

    On a seemingly ordinary day, Kassandra found herself enjoying her school lunch break. From home she had brought a sandwich, graham crackers, grapes, and some pomegranate juice which she had been looking forward to tasting. She sat alone today, reading her book peacefully. After some time, Kassandra finished her lunch, drank her juice, and drank several long gulps of water before embarking to math class. Early in the class, her mind drifted as she pictured herself walking through the halls. She liked to imagine herself floating just above the floor of a long, empty corridor before gently rising to the ceiling. Kassandra daydreamed further about taking a short walk through the air towards a beautiful, flowing waterfall. It invoked images of gentle mists on her skin: a pleasant escape from the stuffy classroom. But after some time, she slowly drifted back into reality with a pressing question: "Why did I drink so much juice?" Kassandra felt a slight pressure in her bladder which told her that now was not the time to relax. Especially not at a waterfall. A large, flowing waterfall which made the very air glisten with moisture. Maybe one with warm pools to bathe in below and relax all of her tired muscles... Just then, Kassandra grounded herself once again. She quickly contracted her muscles to prevent the trickle which she was almost convinced to release. Kassandra slammed her thighs together. "Not yet!", she thought to herself. She instead began to strategize the fastest way to get to the toilet to attain the release she so craved. Kassandra raised her hand. "Yes, Kassandra?", Mrs. Zillmann asked. "Can I go to the bathroom?", Kassandra replied. "Not yet, Julia has the girls' hall pass. " Mrs. Zillmann hesitated. "Is this an emergency?" Kassandra heard some muffled snickering from her peers and began actively blocking last week's incident from her mind. "No," she said. After a brief pause, Mrs. Z continued her lesson. Over 20 minutes passed, with Kassandra imagining the ghost of Julia returning the coveted hall pass. She desperately rubbed her thighs together, shifting in her seat in a desperate bid to keep her panties as dry as possible. The desperate girl stayed the course, knowing the embarrassment of holding herself like a little girl. Increasingly she found herself walking closer to that watery precipice of her dreams. A few minutes later, Kassandra heard footsteps of increasing volume heading towards her classroom. Hope of seeing Julia welled up inside of her: this was her chance! Briefly losing control, Kassandra accidentally let out a dribble before slamming her hands into her crotch. She groaned impatiently to herself, at the beginning of the end of her ability to hold on. The urine was absorbed into her thick panties before cooling against her skin. She was not about to let this happen again. She could wait for Julia's slow gait. She could make it to the distant toilet, and she could release her aching bladder in an appropriate place. At the instant Julie passed through the door, Kassandra shot up. Kassandra's rapid motion caused another small stream to leak into her damp panties, bringing them near their saturation point. The warmth lingered longer while her bladder cried for sweet relief. Kassandra, unable to avoid holding herself, quickly walked to the front of the room. She wordlessly snatched the hallpass and bolted into the corridor outside. Kassandra sped through the hallways of her high school and walked along the long, delicate tightrope which separated utter humiliation from orgasmic relief. Kassandra deviated from that path every few steps as she neared the bathroom. Brief leaks warmed the outer edges of her pussy before integrating into the moist fabric of her clothes. She could see a small spot on the front of her light jeans; it was a mark of shame she hoped to hide. The bathroom was mercifully barren, with no one else coming in or out. One insulting jet of urine later, she burst into the stall and locked the door behind her. She held herself for a few seconds to regain control. She had no time to examine the damage, but the wetness on her hand led her to believe that a baseball-sized portion of her jeans had shamefully darkened. Her slippery fingers and frantic heart rate prevented her from opening the button and zipper on the front of her jeans. At this moment, no feat of muscular strength could completely stem the flow. A continuous dribble had begun which would not subside, no matter how much she stepped from foot to foot. Shortly after that, a chilling wave swept through Kassandra's body. Her internal dam began to burst directly in front of the toilet. A loud hissing noise erupted from her panties as the yellow waterfall hit their saturated fabric. Hot pee burst down her thighs and around her ass. It passed along the backs of her ankles. Kassandra let out an audible moan; it was a combination of pleasure and embarrassment. The flow continued to burst from within her young body, pooling at her feet and drenching her sneakers in pee once again. As the hissing noise subsided and the warmth continued to spread, Kassandra felt oddly at peace. She was at her peaceful waterfall, or at least very close to it. She could stay there a few minutes before taking the walk of shame to the nurse's office for the second time. Kassandra opened her eyes as consciousness returned to her. Drifting in from her slumber to the real world, Kassandra pulled the blanket from over her body. As she moved, plastic crinkled below. She reached into her pajama pants and checked her pull-up. As expected, it was soaking wet, about to leak. Kassandra stood up and looked in the mirror before stripping her pajamas off. Her pull-up bulged and sagged below her, heavy and warm with the weight of her dreams. The once-pink flowers had made way for a yellow curtain which crept almost up to her waist. "Thank god, only a dream this time", Kassandra thought to herself before preparing to shower.
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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.
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    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.