Search the Community
Showing results for tags 'camp'.
-
It was some time in early June at the Ship Island Camp. Campers and their parents showed up in droves, disembarking from the ferry with heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, and bedrolls. They chattered with each other as they made their way towards the gate, which was wide open and decorated with a welcoming array of balloons and streamers. Most of the campers were teens, about 16 to 18 years old. Shayla was on the older side of this spectrum, at 18 years old. She looked around for familiar faces, hoping to see someone she had met from the prior years of her attendance. The entrance had a long line, filled with campers looking to get themselves checked in and pack away their things. At the end of the line, counselors stood in groups, where campers were directed to head to their respective cabins together. Shayla diligently waited with her mother in line, sipping from her thermos of ice cold water. She eagerly awaited to be put into a cabin, ideally with one of her long-time friends. Her mother asked her "Do you have everything?" Shayla nodded, mentally going through a checklist of her items. Hairbrush, mosquito spray, pillow, sleeping bag... It seemed as though she had everything. "I think I have everything, mom.", she said. Her mom reiterated, asking again "You have all of your things?" Shayla blushed at the question, but remembered that she had packed them. "Yes, I have them." They were always referred to indirectly, in some way or another. Most often they were her simply her "things". But when more clarity was needed, they were her "night-time underwear", her "just-in-case panties", or, at most, her "pull-ups". But they were never referred to as they actually where, how Shayla really thought of them: her diapers. Shayla felt that the subtle differences between these terms were all but irrelevant: they were padded underwear that absorbed her pee. Shayla had stopped wetting her bed when she was ten years old. Or so she thought, until she mysteriously began waking up to that familiar wetness in her bedding, pajamas, and panties. And just as soon as her parents knew that these accidents weren't flukes, the plastic sheet came out of the closet. And with it came the diapers. At first she cursed at her inability to hold herself in her sleep, but eventually came to begrudgingly accept her reality. Even in her long stretches of blissful night-time dryness, Shayla had always been accident-prone. She couldn't always hold it, and she often overestimated her bladder control. She had accidents only sometimes though, and mostly just small ones that were easy enough to clean. As the line further advanced, Shayla realized that she should begin seeking out the bathroom. Nevertheless, the line advanced slowly. Eventually, she made it to the front, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her mother resisted asking her if she needed to pee, figuring that it would be embarrassing. After checking in, Shayla walked towards the wide circle of counselors. An assistant smiled and pointed her to her cabin: "You will be in the whitewater cabin, it's over there." Shayla walked in the indicated direction, but noticed one of her friends along the way. "Hi Amanda!", she smiled and waved. "Hi Shayla, what cabin are you in?" Shayla replied "Whitewater cabin." Amanda replied "Oh, never been in that one." Shayla walked up to her own cabin, becoming more aware of her need to pee. She knew where the bathrooms where, but they were far away and she still needed to put away her stuff. Her counselor cheerily introduced herself as Shayla approached and set her stuff down. "Hello there, welcome to Whitewater Cabin! My name is Fern." She extended her hand. Shayla replied in turn by introducing herself. Fern looked around at her cabin. There were only four other girls there (usually either per cabin) and no one that Shayla personally knew. Fern gazed at her clipboard and performed a mental head count of who all was there. "OK, I think that's everyone. Are we ready to go?" Shayla thought to herself Yeah I'm ready to go. To go directly in my pants. Everyone generally seemed to agree and they prepared to embark. Shayla quickly lifted her heavy backpack, which sent a wave of desperation through her. She even lost control for a second, resulting in a few drops of pee in her panties. After regaining control, she followed the others to Whitewater Cabin. The walk was mostly in silence, as they would be expected to introduce themselves later. Shayla knew this was for the best, each step proved more difficult for the last as her bladder pleaded for release. The girls finally got to their cabin. In mechanical fashion, bedrolls were unfurled, sleeping bags were placed, and bags were stashed in their respective places. Shayla noticed that this cabin lacked the traditional, old mattresses that other cabins had. This one had new ones, with a thick plastic outside. It reminded her of her mattress at home. Shayla had been careful to hide her embarrassing secret beneath a thick block of strategically-placed underwear, socks, and shirts. Shayla always packed spare underwear with her, just in case something happened. Just in case something was about to happen. As the parents filtered out and said their goodbyes, the girls turned to each other and to Fern. "Alright everyone," Fern said, "welcome to your new home for the next two weeks." Fern looked awkwardly around. She had a cute smile, and seemed to be kind of shy. "Does anyone know why you're in this specific cabin?" Shayla had already been putting the pieces together, but Fern's question made it immediately clear: This wasn't Whitewater Cabin. This was Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla, still desperately needing to pee, crossed her legs silently as she sat on her bunk. Maybe only she knew, maybe everyone knew, but Shayla wasn't about to share her secret to four strangers. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Only the faint sound of Shayla's bouncing, crossed, leg could be heard. Finally, Fern broke the silence. "You're all here because your parents indicated that you might sometimes have night-time accidents." The room became even more still and silent as each camper's worst nightmare was realized. "Now, don't you girls worry about a thing. The thought behind this cabin was that you all have the same problems, and you all know how best to deal with them. You have everything you need: protected sheets, cleaning stuff, and the first shower of the day." Fern continued explaining that it's OK to have accidents sometimes The shower part sounded nice, Shayla thought, since the showers were usually cold by the time she could get to them. She thought about that warm shower, about standing in the warm water, about it flowing down her back and legs... Shayla snapped out of her daydream abruptly when she caught another small leak go into her panties. Not now she thought, as she summoned more strength to hold on. Not immediately after everyone here knows I'm a bedwetter. But it was little use. Fern was not done talking, and she didn't want to be rude. Periodically, little dribbles of pee escaped. Shayla felt lucky to be on a protected mattress. Shayla continued to listen to Fern's speech, eagerly waiting for it to end. Part of her wished she had a diaper on right now, just so she could take care of it.
- 237 replies
-
- bedwetting
- diapers
-
(and 3 more)
Tagged with:
-
Here is the new series I mentioned previously! Hope you guys enjoy the double feature today! This series is an original series focused on girls wetting the bed. This series will not contain poop in it. It is meant to show the different situations where a girl would wet the bed, what they wear when they do it, and how they react. “Thank GOD! It’s been forever since we’ve had a field trip like this!” Cheer team captain Tiffany stretched her arms out, obscuring the faces face of the girl next to her on the bus seat. The team captain touted long, red hair which ended in waves as they touched just above her moderate chest. Her breasts only complimented the rest of her body, petite in nature, leaving little doubt as to how she was so popular on the team. “I’ll just be excited when I can finally get off this bus,” Alice snapped back. The goth girl with an attitude barely stood above five feet tall, but her black platform boots made up the difference. Despite her antisocial tendencies, she was as pretty as a doll, her dyed-black hair flowing to her butt with a singular braid running down it. “Tiff’s got a point though, ya know?” Suzu chimed in as she flipped the bangs of her short, black hair. Similar in physique to the cheerleader, Suzu was the pride and joy of the girls track team. She opted for a tomboyish style, donning blue shorts and a baggy purple t-shirt, perfectly obscuring the size of her small breasts. “Don’t be such a killjoy, Alice.” Jillian, the student council president, chided the goth. Clocking in as the bustiest of the four, Jill wore a cardigan that barely fit as well as a short skirt that was unbecoming of someone with the title “president”. Her blonde bob-cut extended to her shoulders, freshly cut to compliment her preppy appearance. “Whatever…,” Alice trailed off, knowing she was outnumbered. “I’m just glad the boys are on a separate bus,” the track her said, relief showing in her face. “The jocks have been real annoying lately, trying to pull pranks around every corner.” “Tell me about it,” Tiff chimed in. “At the last cheer meet, they coated the floor of the locker room in lube! It took literally an hour to get changed, forget about showering!” “T.M.I.,” Alice breathed, staring out the window as a “Camp Wellspring” sign came into view. “I’ll say something about it at the next board meeting. I doubt much’ll happen though,” Jill sighed as they drove through the entrance to the camp they were staying at. “I can see why the pool for who was selected was so small,” the blond girl said, lifting her bag onto her bed. “Four to a cabin, and only ten cabins split between the guys and girls.” “Hey, at least we all get our own beds. No bunk beds are a major plus as far as I’m concerned! And they even gave up all little nightstands for out stuff!” The track star patted the top of the wooden furniture as she plopped on her bed without a care in the world, before wincing a bit from the discomfort at the stiffness of the mattress. “Good thing too, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep knowing Ms. Smiles and Rainbows over there was rubbing one out above me,” Tiffany joked as she gestured over to Alice. “That’s funny coming from the bitch who’s pussy’s memorized the dick shape of every guy in school.” The short girl shot a stinging glare behind her, gluing her target’s mouth shut. “Aaaaaand with that, I think we should head out and have some fun!” Suzu said to diffuse the tension in the room. One by one, the girls exited their cabin in anticipation of the start of their week-long field trip. The day went by normally, with a simple hike through the forest. Some of the girls thought they had seen the guys whispering to each other while looking at them, but the day had been prank-free. After everyone had dinner, they had all returned to their cabins to prepare for lights out. “I guess the boys just weren’t feeling up to it today,” Tiffany exhaled. “Maybe they’re afraid of the camp counselors?” Suzu questioned. “Doubtful. They’re bound to do some dumb shit eventually. They were looking at you a lot after all,” Alice chuckled. “Sure you’re not gonna meet some of then out back after dark for some ‘fun’?” “Shut it, short stuff,” the cheerleader said, a blush creeping on her face. “It’s already dark, so we should, ahhn, get changed and ready for bed,” Jill yawned. Everyone else nodded or stared briefly before rummaging through their belongings for their night clothes. Before long, the four were changed into their sleepwear. The goth wore an excessively frilly gray and purple nightgown that covered her entire body, wearing nothing else but plain blue panties. The cheerleader chose to sleep in just her red and white striped panties. The track girl opted for a white crop top and dark green boxers. Lastly, the student council president was the only one wearing typical pajamas, alternating between orange and white stripes. “Alright, I’m all spent, so let’s call it a night, ‘kay?” Suzu said. Everyone hummed in agreement except for Alice, who was already buried under the covers. “Good enough for me,” Jillian said as she turned off the lights. “Good night everyone.” Within the hour, the four girls were out cold, oblivious to the fact that the boys were about to spring their first prank of the week. “Hmmm, it’s so hot…,” Suzu complained, as she slowly stirred herself awake, immediately bothered by an uncomfortable feeling between her legs. A lukewarm and wet feeling. “What?!” the short-haired girl exclaimed. She pulled the white sheets off of her bed to confirm her suspicions. She had wet the bed. The front of her boxers were now an even darker shade of green and the bedding had a yellow discoloration to it. Before she got another thought in, another voice cut her off. “Those bastards!” Tiff screamed. Suzu looked her way and saw that the cheerleader’s bed was similarly soaked, and the white stripes of her underwear were now yellow. The pieces started to fit together in the track stars head as she noticed bowls on each girl’s nightstand, with her own bowl on the ground. As she noticed that Alice and Jill’s hands were still in their bowls, the full picture of what happened formed in her brain. “So that’s what they were planning, huh?” Suzu looked down at herself, displeased, but at least glad that her accident wasn’t her fault. “Shit, this sucks…,” the goth said from her bed as she pulled her hand out of the bowl of water. She had similarly soaked her bed, but as she stood up, she noticed her gown had suffered a lot of damage, having been soaked in both the back and front due to the length of the material. She lifted her dress at the parts that weren’t drenched in pee, revealing her once blue panties had become dark blue. “It would seem that we were wrong to assume the boys weren’t planning anything,” Jillian said as she groaned in disgust. Her pajama bottoms had changed into a different color entirely, having become a color close to red and faint yellow strips. All four of them looked at each other, acknowledging that no one in the cabin was spared from their wet dreams. “Hey girls, rise and shi-,” one of the camp counselors said as they entered the cabin before being stunned by the sight of four high school bedwetting girls. “Get cleaned up, we’ll talk after,” was all she had to say as she left the cabin, leaving the four girls to their embarrassment. “I refuse to do such a thing!” Jillian protested. “I’m a student council president, not an infant!” “Yeah!” Tiffany butted in. “We were forced to wet the bed! The boys tricked us!” “Sorry girls, but rules are rules. You signed the waivers, right?” The camp counselor held her ground as she splayed four infantile garments in front of the girls. “I don’t see what the waivers have to do with this…,” Suzu murmured, eying the padded underwear in front of her. “One of the terms involves bedwetting,” the older woman started. “It says that if anyone wets the bed, they must wear protective underwear, day and night, for the remainder of the week. This is due to an increase in accidents happening here, which in turn has been driving our costs up.” “Sounds like bullshit to me,” Alice said in defiance. “Well, whether you, like it or not, dem’s the breaks,” the woman said through her southern drawl. “If you refuse, I’ll have to explain to your parents how you all wet the bed and were arguing with a counselor about it.” “Grrr…,” Tiffany fumed. After a few seconds she gave in, grabbing the pull-up and heading back to her bed, now cleaned up by the camp staff. Suzu followed suit shortly after. Jill grabbed hers as her made a disgusted face at the counselor. The short goth was the last to give in to the camp’s demands, but it wasn’t long before she accepted her fate. All four girls eyed the woman from their respective bed, demanding privacy with their gazes. The counselor relented and exited the cabin as the group of bedwetters put on their pull-ups for the first time since their childhood. Uncomfortable situation aside, the girls made it through the week mostly event-free. That night, the warm water prank was played on them again, but the boys gave up on the days after. They had thought the trick stopped working, when in reality it had worked perfectly but wasn’t visible to them. After an uncomfortable morning of acknowledging they were changing their wet pull-ups, the days went by fast. The only indicators that might’ve blown their cover were the occasional random diaper checks by the counselors, but the staff was nice enough to take them somewhere private for that. Afterwards, the girls made a pact, swearing to never speak of this incident to anybody. Eventually time passed, and they returned to a normal school life, but none of them forgot the time they all wet the bed at Camp Wellspring.
-
Hi folks! I asked quite a while ago, but thought it might be worth putting this out there again now that I have more money in hand. I think my 'art fund' (which gets half the money from my writing Patreon) currently has a balance around $200, and is expected to gain about $100 per month. I would like to use some of this money to commission a comic, with new pages added whenever the fund has enough money for the next one. I would prefer a mostly realistic style rather than anime-style; but am open to other ideas. I think that there are some parts (thought bubbles) where a more simplistic or chibi style might be more appropriate, to distinguish them more from the main narrative, But I'm expecting those sequences to be relatively short. I've started trying to write a script; although I would be happier if I could work with someone who knows how the format works better (dialogue isn't my strong point). I think the sticking point here is probably that it would be an ongoing project, but how often I can afford a page might vary, based on the complexity of the next page as well as how many people are supporting me each month (as well as occasional withdrawals from the art fund when I need a cover for a new book or something similar). Are there artists who would be willing to take on a project under those conditions? EDIT: If you'd like to see the script I have so far, check it out on Google Docs. It's pretty rough; there isn't much physical description of the characters (so you could pick at random or use your own preferences for things like build and skin/hair colour); but I got one page written out so far.
- 1 reply
-
- bedwetting
- hypnosis
- (and 9 more)