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  1. Hi! I draw this from RidiculusRaven's story (cf. Title). It's a Harry Potter fanfic. It was really hard to draw him without his glasses. tried to draw as mich details as I could. And it's a colored drawing! Enjoy! I
  2. View File Alice - Erotic Bedwetting Compilation Watch Alice as she loses all of her inhibitions , where she casually wets her bed again and again over the course of a week and shows us what it really means to be a naughty little bedwetter, in this lengthy, erotic bedwetting compilation. With 7 different bedwettings not seen anywhere before, she really shows us what a naughty, carefree wet girl she can be. We get to watch her wet herself in many different positions, panties and even her cute little pyjamas, getting turned on and rubbing herself, and rewetting whenever she needs to pee again. A whole week of Alice just wetting the bed without a care in the world, and she looks so sexy when she does it. Shes a true, natural born Wetter and we get to see how much she gets turned on by peeing her pants and her bed! The screenshots are photos of the aftermath and taken right after she wet herself in some of the scenes! Submitter babydavesworld Submitted 04/03/2020 Category Female  
  3. Hermione Granger couldn’t sleep it was 1:00 AM and found out she had to pee in bed. She ignored her urge and went back to sleep, she wakes up ten minutes later she peed the bed. Ginny heard the sound of her pee wetting the sheets, she walks over to her bed and tells her something if she can’t fall asleep she masterbates in her bed waiting for her to piss the bed, she tells Hermione to take off her wet pyjamas. Hermione took off all her clothes she slid under her sheets with Ginny and she told her to play around with her pussy by squeezing it very tight, stroking it to make it uncomfortable and stretching it making her relief worse. The two naked girls keep doing this and finally wet the bed with their hot golden warm pee as the feel of these makes them sleep together naked in a very warm bed. That was 1:19 AM. It was the next day Hermione and Ginny were the only two girls up as they both walked naked to the common room bathroom, where they peed in the sink while brushing their hair. The two girls finished and cleaned off their wet hairy pussy as they both got dressed. They wore only on Mondays pantyhose as the girls and the other girls woke up and got dressed. They all sat down in the great hall and ate breakfast, a house full of boys and girls sitting on each table. Ginny had a big crush on Harry Potter but was too shy to tell him because she thought that he wouldn’t want a girlfriend or even wife who loves masterbating and wetting the bed. They finished by Dumbledor’s speech and let them go to all classes. Hermione drank so many orange juice is when she got to Professor Mcgonagall’s class she already had to pee. Hermione did not put her hand up and say please professor can I go and use the bathroom, she sat there quitet and used magic to make her bladder not open and peeing herself. The period was over and just one more to go her bladder was now fine just like before she sat on her spot in the classroom, next was charms. Today they learnt the spell Aguamenti (which is the water spell), these was very bad for her bladder especially when she could hear jets coming out of their wands and the sound of water could not help her hold her pee in for after the lesson, the period ended. Hermione caught up with Ginny and both have been holding the pee in from the two periods before now, they both walked to the only bathroom that no other girl uses and that is Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. Hermione and Ginny comes very day to wet themselves everyday peeing on the tiles wetting their panties, pantyhose and skirt. They wait until their pee comes out and wetting themselves, they both feel a squirt of pee come out and dampening her panties and pantyhose. They let another one come out from their hairy pussy as this one makes her panties more wetter and more streams of pee runs down their legs into their socks. They let it go and they freely let her bladder open and pee themselves as the girls feel the warmth of their pee wetting her skirt, panties and running down their legs wetting their pantyhose. Moaning Myrtle missed being alive and being able to touch her hairy pussy and masterbate. Hermione and Ginny leave and say goodbye to Myrtle and clean themselves that it doesn’t look like that they had an accident and processed to the great hall to eat lunch.
  4. Hello everyone ! This is my first one shot story. I finished to write my fic "Someone who cares" yesterday and I decided to write some one shot stories (this way I'm sure to finish them on time !). This one focuses on the bed wetting and pee accident of a 14 years old teenager. He wets himself in front of his examiner. You would have understand it, I love teacher-student stories ! Let me know if you liked this one ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Exam Evan Mac Cormac was a 14 year old brilliant student from a small village called The Three Flowers in the beautiful countryside of the Somerset. His teachers, followed by his parents, convinced him to enter the famous Stone Bridge high school in London to get a chance to enter a good university after graduation. Evan was happy to have a chance to leave his little village. He liked his family and his teachers but he never knew how to make friends at school. Everybody was intimidated by his capacities and intelligence and they didn’t want to get too close to him. Maybe because they were afraid that intelligence could be contagious, bitterly thought Evan. The truth was that Evan was considered as a freak in his village. Every young man around him was destined to be a farmer, like their father. But Evan was not suit for this way of life. His happiness was in his books and his writings, that was all. Even his entire family, his mum and dad and his six brothers and sisters, looked at him as he was a freak. Of course they were all very proud of his bright brain but they never understood him. They never mocked him neither they tried to stop him from studying but they somewhat always avoided his presence. Therefore, when Mrs. Jones offered him to take an entrance examination at the Bridge Stone school in London, everybody felt relieved. He wouldn’t be in their way of life and they would stop looking at him as if he came from another planet. The day before the exam went like ever other day of the week : they all ate soup at the diner table and he went reading beside the fire place before going to bed while his mother was doing the dishes, his dad was saying good night to his cows and his brothers and sisters were playing some game. He was not unhappy at all, he was used to this repartition of roles. But for a second he hoped his parents would say something special on this special night. He yelled an overall goodnight before climbing the stairs to his room. He was lucky, he had a room of his own. His brothers and sisters were sharing three rooms to let him have his quiet space. He knew he was lucky, somehow. He went to bed feeling stressed about the day after. He looked at his books one last time and turned the light off early to have a good night sleep. Unfortunately, he was agitated all night. He had no idea what the school looked like. Or even London. What if he got lost and couldn’t pass the exam ? What if he took the wrong train and ended up in Scotland ? What if his alarm clock stopped working during the night and he didn’t wake up in time tomorrow morning ? On these haunting ‘what if’ he finally fell asleep. His night was filled with nightmares and he woke up the next morning feeling dizzy and sweaty. Or at least he thought it was sweat. He took a worried look at his sheets and realized he had wet the bed. His t-shirt and pants were soaked. How had pee himself… He had an accident ? How could he have wet the bed like a baby ? He was 14 years old for god sake ! Evan was panicking. The large puddle of pee in his bed was showing him that he was not an adult yet. He somehow wished that someone would come and reassure him as he felt some tears forming in his eyes. He had an accident and he was all alone. He panicked for a second that people would mock him if they saw what happened, but he remembered that he was alone in his room and that nobody would have the idea to come to wake up this morning. Maybe it was finally a good thing that his family didn’t really care about him. He got up quickly and got off his wet pyjamas and took off the wet sheets from his bed. He took his dirty laundry with him under the shower and washed them as he cleaned himself. After putting on his best clothes – a pair of beige pants, a white shirt and a dark blue cardigan sweater – he got out of the bathroom. He spread his laundry on his cupboard and on his window so it would be dry when he would be back from London at the end of the day. He tried to forget his shameful accident and to think only about the exam coming up. He got out of the room and found a plate of bread and jam on the table. His mother must have prepared his breakfast before going to bed the night before. She remembered, finally. Evan ate only one slice of bread, he was not hungry. On the other hand, he drunk two glasses of orange juice to wake him up. He gave himself his final look before going to the train station : his blue eyes looked a bit tired and his face’s fine lines underlined his vulnerable look. He noticed that he should have cut his curly brown hair and tried to make some order in it with his fingers. Hopefully he would wake up in the train and his face would loose this childish look, he thought. He thought that his pee accident was marked all on his face. He looked like an ashamed kid. He silently closed the door behind him and walked toward the train station. It was a thirty minutes walk through the countryside. Evan liked this road in the early morning; the sun was getting up but everything around him seemed to be still asleep. There was only one platform and one train waiting in the small train station. Evan entered in the train and took a seat by the window. He checked one last time that he got his London maps with the direction’s instructions given by Mrs Jones. After a few minutes, the train started. The trip was one hour and a half long and during all this time he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night. He was completely disoriented by his pee accident. He had never been a normal child: he grew up quickly and became independent very young. He stopped peeing himself (day and night) at the age of 2 years old and had never experienced this kind of accident before. Therefore he couldn’t stop wondering how it could have happened just before his examination. He was so used to grow up and to be more and more independent that he couldn’t bare this experience of regression. He could feel some tears coming up in his eyes at this thoughts and tried to stop thinking about it. He couldn’t behave like a child. He took one of his book and forced himself to read and tried to focus on his examination. When he arrived in King’s Cross station, he couldn’t believe the mess around him. Masses of people hurrying, screaming, laughing. He suddenly felt his head spin. He was not used to that kind of traffic and he had the feeling that the crowd was going to crush him as soon as he would get out of the train. Ignoring his heart beating faster and faster, Evan got out of the train and tried to find the train station exit. He couldn’t let himself intimidated, he had to be at his exam on time. He finally found the stairs leading to the streets. He pressed his bag against him and almost run to escape the wave of people surrounding him. When he finally got out of the station, he breathed heavily. He had to calm down before facing the examiner. He looked at his map and followed the instructions. He didn’t look up from his map, feeling on the urge to have a panic attack. He was surrounded by streets he had never seen and people in London looked so different from the countryside population that it made him feel completely losr. He thought that he would have love to have an adult which, for once, would have led him to his destination. But his father and mother would have reacted the same way as he did right now. The Three Flowers was a lovely village but it was far more different than London. He tried to vanished these childish thoughts and remembered that he was almost an adult in his family; he had to act like it. After what seemed an eternity to Evan, he finally arrived to the school. He faced the building with complete admiration. The school took place in an old Victorian manor. The teen could noticed so many details on the walls. It sure felt very different from his home school. He was finally pulled out from his fascination by a man who looked very strict. He must have been around 35 or 40 years. His dark hair seemed long for a man – under the ears -, it was cut very strictly and it made his green eyes darker than they originally were. He was dressed in dark colours and had a dark brown satchel. He seemed very tall to Evan, who was quite small for his age, and the man thin body underlined that impression of height. “Are you Mr. Evan Mc Cormac ?” the man asked politely. “Yes, sir. I come for the entrance examination.” Evan responded, feeling a pinch in his bladder due to his growing stress. “I am Pr. Guilbert. I will be your examiner today and I will also supervise your preparation. Please, follow me.” added the teacher strictly. Evan followed the man through the corridors, feeling his stress getting higher and higher. This teacher didn’t look nice at all and the teen was suddenly sure to fail. It was easy to feel important in a small village where education was not the priority, but in a school like this one, Evan felt like he was nothing. Finally, Pr. Guilbert opened a door and let Evan entered first. In the room was only one huge desk at the front and a ridiculously small one in the middle. As he entered he could feel his palm getting sweaty and his bladder pinching furiously. “Take your seat, Evan.” invited the teacher by pointing the small desk. “I will explain to you the examination’s instructions”. He gave the boy a bunch of blank paper and a pen. “You won’t have access to your bag during the exam, please give it to me”. He ordered strictly. As he took the boy’s bag, he could see his multiple London maps and couldn’t prevent a smile, which he hid from the student. “You have to listen very carefully the instructions because I won’t repeat them. The examination is separated in two parts: one is dedicated to writing, the other one is an oral discussion. You have one hour and thirty minutes to prepare the first one and thirty minutes for the interview. Is that clear ?” the man asked. “Yes, professor.” replied Evan. “For the writing part, you will have to submit an organized essay responding to the following question : Is there a better place to learn than school ? Beware, in this essay we don’t want you to defend what you think your examiner wants to read but what you really think about the subject. Is that clear ?” he asked. “Y… Yes, sir.” answered Evan, stressed by the man’s strict tone. “Concerning the second part of the exam, I will ask you questions and examine your capacity to formulate a clear and pertinent response as well as your capacity to extend the question. Now, do you have any question ?” he finally asked. “Yes… Is it allowed to get out of the room for a break ?” Evan asked worried about his more and more frequent pinches in his bladder. “Mr. Mc Cormac, no you can’t go out of the room for a break.” said the teacher, insisting with irony on the last term. “I sincerely hope that two and a half hours of work will not be too much to endure.” he finally added, sincerely ironic now. “No. That’s not what I meant, sir...” tried Evan, but the teacher had already turn back. As Mr. Guilbert sat behind the huge desk, he looked at his watch. After a few seconds he said, “You may begin”. Evan decided not to think, even for a second, about his bladder. He started to write frantically on his paper to figure out a structure for his essay. After half an hour he had found all the essay’s structure and arguments and all he had to do was to develop them. When he switched papers to write his development, he realized that he was constantly moving his legs. He hadn’t realized until now that his legs were testifying his need to pee. Even if his mind had been able to switch of the pee signal, his body was still focused on his bladder. He decided to ignore it and started to write his essay. But at the end of the introduction, he felt his bladder pinch so hard that he had to stop writing. He crossed his legs, furiously trying to make his bladder stop annoying him. He took his pen back in his hand and wrote his first argument. When he finished this first argument, he was quite proud of himself. He had great examples about learning in nature. But then he realized that his left hand was intensely grabbing his crotch. Hopefully, the desk was not showing his legs to the teacher. He could feel his bladder crying for relief. But he knew he couldn’t ask for the loo. He had to endure this horrible pain until the end of the exam. He tightened his hand to his crotch and started his second argument. He managed to finish it without any accident but he had to take a break in his writing to put his second hand on his crotch. He had to pee so bad that he wasn’t sure now that he would get out of the room with his briefs dry. After a few seconds moving back and forth on his chair, he noticed the teacher’s eyes fixed on him. His raised left eyebrow convinced Evan to get back to his writing. With regret he removed his right hand from his crotch and started writing his final argument. But he had to stop in the middle of it to tighten his penis. He had felt some pee dribbled through his penis. He could feel that his briefs were a bit wet in the front. He tried to stop the pee but he could still feel some drops coming out. After what seemed an eternity, his bladder seemed to regain a little bit of control. He finished his last argument and went on to the conclusion. He focused on that very important part of the essay : he had to convince his reader that his development was coherent. He smiled as he put down his pen, maybe he didn’t completely fail finally. But, if he didn’t failed his essay, he actually failed his bladder. Before he could realize it, he felt a spurt coming out of his penis. Now his briefs were soaked. He looked down his pants and was relieved that it didn’t show. But he blamed himself for wearing beige… What a stupid idea. He put back his second hand behind his legs and tried to prevent any spurts of pee for coming down. His bladder was seriously aching and he could feel his hands trembling. He knew he was on the urge to have an accident on his chair, in front of Pr. Guilbert. He suddenly had a great idea: take of his cardigan and tie it around his hips. That way, even if the pee would show a patch, the cardigan would hide it, Evan thought. But as soon as he let go of his crotch to take of his cardigan he felt another spurt coming out and wetting his briefs. He could feel this one was bigger than the first one. When he looked down at his pants he was horrified to notice an evident small patch of pee in the front of his pants. He quickly tied his cardigan and made sure that the leaves would hide the wet spot. He put back his hands between his crotch and prayed for his bladder to be patient. He could feel his face reddening with shame and effort. He wanted to cry so hard right now, he wanted someone to take him to the loo and tell him it was all right. But he was in a classroom with a dreadful teacher who wouldn’t even notice that he was suffering. After this moment of despair, he tried to reason himself. He was a 14 years old teenager, he would not pee his pants ! He remembered last night’s accident and suddenly felt like a very little kid. How could he wet his pants again ? Before he could tell himself more, the teacher called him at his desk. He knew that getting up of his chair without wetting wouldn’t be easy… Indeed, as soon as he got up he felt a small spurt of pee wetting his briefs. He couldn’t hold his crotch now that he was facing the teacher. Tortured, Evan walked to the front of the room. Every step was a nightmare: he could feel spurts coming out. He could almost hear the hissing sound echoing in the silenced room. He couldn’t looked down to see if his pants were showing, but he could definitely feel the front of them getting wetter and wetter. But the teacher’s face showed nothing. He sat in front of the man with relief. He handed his paper and immediately put his hands back to his crotch. He glanced at his pants and noticed with fear that there was a large patch of pee on the front. Fortunately, the cardigan seemed to have hid it from the teacher’s gaze. Evan convinced himself that he would to regain control after he would be sitting, but he was clearly absolutely desperate now. He couldn’t help but fidgeting on his chair. Despite the teacher despising glance at him, he had no choice but to bounce evidently. The teacher asked a first question. It was not a too complicated one for Evan. But his answer was confused. He couldn’t speak properly in his state. He kept trembling and his mouth was completely dry. Before he could finish his last sentence, he felt a huge spurt wetting his bum. Oh no ! His bum was getting wet. He could not hide his accident from his examiner anymore. He had to pee so bad… He bit his lips in pure despair and finished his sentence with pain. He could see his teacher writing down some remarks on a sheet of paper. Before the man begin to formulate his second question, Evan felt a succession of spurts coming out, wetting his bum and the beginning of his legs. “Oh no… No… I’m gonna… I’m… Pee...” he murmured to himself. He could hear the hissing sound of his pee coming out. He furiously hold his penis to stop the flow. He felt his face reddening and tears filling up his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to hide this awful accident to anyone now. He was peeing in his pants. “What did you say ?” asked the teacher, clearly worried now as he saw the kid’s blurred eyes. “I’m… sorry, sir.” said Evan, feeling the warmth of another long spurt. The boy was now clearly crying, not able to keep his tears from falling down his red cheeks. “Don’t cry, Evan. You’re doing just fine, you don’t need to worry.” said the man, very softly now. Mr. Guilbert didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know why the teenager suddenly fell apart. He seemed to have written a good essay and his first answer was good. Was he too harsh on him earlier ? “Do you want to take a break, Evan ?” he asked gently. “No… It’s...” Another long spurt stopped him in his sentence. The pee hadn’t hit the floor yet but he could feel he was completely soaked. “Aaah… It’s too late, sir.” continued the boy, in a sob. “What do you mean it’s too late ? You were doing good so far. What do you need, my boy ?” the man asked, now clearly moved by the boy in front of him. “I need to pee…” answered Evan, feeling completely mortified. “Oh. You can go to the bathroom then. We’ll continue our interview after, all right ?” the man said, surprised but relieved by the triviality of the kid’s need. “I don’t think I can stand up, sir. I can’t hold it...” said the teen. The flow had stopped for now but he knew it would not last. “All right, boy. It’s all right, I’ll help you.” the man said with a smile. He got up quickly and went to the boy’s chair. As he gently hold his arm to help the boy stand up, he saw the huge patch of pee on the front of his pants. “Oh ! You… You already wet your pants, Evan ?” he cried with surprise. “I’m so sorry, sir… I didn’t want to… I couldn’t hold any longer. I tried, I swear !” the boy screamed between his tears. “Okay, boy. It’s all right. I didn’t mean to scold you, I’m sure you did your best to hold it.” the man said gently. “Now, let’s try to hold it a little bit more, all right ?” he asked. Evan nodded. “I’ll hold you, don’t worry. Keep your hands tightened, my boy.” the man continued. Mr. Guilbert placed an arm around the boy’s shoulder and put his hand under Evan’s arm to lift him up. The teacher didn’t realize until now that the teen looked so childlike. He was very small for his age and the man could easily lift him up. They stepped out of the room and took a corridor. They were walking slowly, trying not to hasten the poor boy’s bladder. “No… Oh I can’t. I can’t hold it, sir. Pee… I’m gonna pee.” said the boy frantically. Evan froze and tried to squish his penis to hold his pee but it was too late. They both could hear the hissing sound followed by the sound of pee hitting the floor. “I’m so… I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to.” said Evan, panicking. As he talked, the teacher could still see the stream of pee running through the boy’s pants and hear the hissing noise. He was in shock. He surely didn’t expect that when he woke up this morning. He of course had seen some students’ accidents in the past but not like that. He used to put a firm distance between him and his students. Today, there was no distance at all. The panicked boy’s eyes brought Mr. Guilbert back to reality. He faced the boy and crouched down to confront Evan’s eyes. “Darling, look at me. It’s all right. I know you didn’t want to. I’m sure you tried your best. It’s an accident, dear. Do you understand ?” he said, surprised by his own softness. The boy nodded timidly. “I’m taking you to the infirmary were you will clean up and change your clothes and then we’ll finish our interview, okay ?” he asked, holding the boy’s arm. “I have to clean up the mess, sir.” said Evan. “I will call someone, don’t worry.” he tried to reassure. Mr. Guilbert took place next to the boy again and guided him through the corridors with a hand on his back. After a quick clean up and change of clothes, they took their place back in the classroom. Despite his horrible accident, Evan got in the school. He had weekly meetings with his new English teacher Mr. Guilbert every week. The End
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  6. Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.
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  9. She had already wet the bed earlier whilst masturbating, so when she needed a wee again, she let me watch while she laid there and just wet herself again. See the link below to our new pornhub channel. Enjoy https://www.pornhub.com/album/51955872
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  11. View File JAV - School Girls Wet in Infirmary I love these clips! They feature school girls wetting themselves in the school infirmary, both standing and sleeping/laying down. I have seen some of these before, but not all of them stitched together and also not in this quality. However, I would love to know the source. Anyone got any ideas? Enjoy. Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/23/2020 Category JAV Collections  
  12. It has been 3 years since Lara was on an adventure, she decided to stop being a Tomb Raider after a near death experience on the one three years ago. She has been having nightmares about her death and every time she wakes up from one, she finds her bed all wet because she wet the bed. Anyway Lara is now early retired from her job as it was the best idea to do. So she’s been having a great time in Croft Mannor, where she can actually relax rather than countless missions where she can’t relax because there are people looking for her to kill her. Ms Croft just woke up from a very good night sleep and made her way to the bathroom, she then plonked herself onto the toilet and immediately started peeing. She then spoke out loud saying “Isn’t it great to go back and live a normal life.” Lara probably forgot when was the last time she actually used a toilet last and having a good night sleep. She’s went back to bed after her use of the toilet, it was around 5:10 AM when she was up and it was because she need to pee so badly. Her bed was still damp from her nightmare at 3:00 o’clock and she didn’t care, Ms Croft missed the times where she could sleep in bed that’s wet and she had her far shares of bed wetting not as a child, but as an adult who is too lazy to get out of bed when needed to go so badly. The iPhone alarm went off, Lara pushed herself to her bedside table and stop the alarm, this was at 8:00 o’clock. She got out of bed naked and I mean full naked (where you can see her pussy, ass and breasts), she loves to sleep naked ever since that adventure on the mountain. She is also a bit naughty where she chooses if she should be naughty or nice, for example when when she has a full bladder filled with a litre of hot piss that she’s been holding, whether she should let it out and let it piss herself or hold it in more. Today, Lara Croft the once famous Tomb Raider is going to America and it’s not a way she can reinstate herself to the role, but a holiday because she definitely needs one. She’s been living with one of her best friends Jonah, who has been helping her in all her adventures and he would come along with her on her holiday because he also needs one from always being there for Lara. They are going to New York for the holiday and Lara cannot barely wait, she now got dressed and went downstairs to meet and greet Jonah, who was downstairs making breakfast. To Be Continued...
  13. Chapter 1 It was a bright and sunny day in the downtown market strip. This area’s always bustling with different sets of crowds. You have your jocks who run through with high socks, average friends hanging out, and older woman who come for their afternoon shop. These types of things Nano could always notice. She could even figure out whether or not how someone’s day could have been going just from gestures alone. She wore a white blazer from her all girl’s high school and a blue skirt. Jet black hair that ran down past her shoulders. And a pair of gentle blue eyes. Despite being alone, she would always catch some eyes. But she would reply to all with a lovely smile. This street was always on her way home from school, and so she decided to check it out. “Amasaki, come here, come here,” spoke an elder shop keeper. Nano looked over at the man with a gentle smile and walked on over. “Ah, you just came in time.” “Ah, Outsuki, how do you do,” Nano said with a kind expression that belonged on a get well card. “I keep saying this, but you don’t have to be so formal.” The old man named Outsuki ran a food shop that was on the edge line. This would always catch most customer’s eyes, as well as the reoccurring Nano. Nano and Outsuki became quick acquaintances, especially when it came to the daily special. “Ah, I apologize. So why I came at the right time?” Nano remembering vaguely how he said that. “Yes, the All-Year antiques store is having a sale today.” This caught Nano’s ears as fast as a moth to a light source. “I believe the one item you we’re wanting is now on sale.” He didn’t even need to say another word, as Nano was already bought. “Thank you very much,” Nano bowed slightly and walked off with a smile. She could also catch a slight glimpse of the old man Outsuki smiling back. The All-Year antiques was only a few blocks in, but it only felt a single to Nano. She had charged in with excitement like a puppy getting its first treat. Once she entered the view of the store, she saw the desired item peering out to her. Almost as if it was calling to her, “come get me.” Nano knew, this was meant to be. Amasaki Nano, was a girl who was in her second year of high school. Despite having beautiful hair that is on par with swans, she also has a kindred heart. She cares deeply for others more than herself. But she also looks forward with a bright smile. As well as having a taste in antiques. Most anyone can get along her, but those who have dreary lives despise her. This is where Nano experienced some bullying in her life. Her shoes were taken, and her desk was left a mess. Nano tried to not let this get to her, but it bugged her. Before the group could do anything further, a girl named Nishigi Miki walked in. Miki stepped was watching the girls from the sidelines after her kendo practice. Once she saw them take the shoes and dirty the desk, she couldn’t wait any longer. She stepped in and the trio scattered instantly like ants before the girl titled “Titan”. And despite Miki being almost a polar opposite of Nano, they became best friends. The item Nano wanted was on sale for half off. She was very pleased with this deal. And after she paid for the item, she turned to the right. To her right was many antiques hanging on a wall, and boxes that had tags with writing on them. She got closer and noticed these were all plain wishes. One was for world peace, another for money. Despite there being money in a box for a wish to gain money, they were all generic. Nano knew no matter how hard one could wish, they’d never be granted them. Not only that, but she noticed that no cheap change was put in each box. She’d have thought most people would just drop a 10 yen coin in and call it a day, but she saw 100 yen or more each. She reached her hand above the wish for a miracle cure, as there was a tag that was just hanging there. It read, wishes for the world. “No kidding,” Nano thought. But she reached over and felt nothing behind the red curtain behind each box. This must have meant there was something else here than just a wall. Not wanting to get caught for her curiosity, she looked at the cashier and noticed they were busy with another customer. So she peeked under the curtain and found a white box versus the others being a blue color. There was also some red lights on the wall around as well. It almost seemed like an exhibit someone made to showcase something. But like the other blue boxes, this white box also had a tag on it. Though unlike the generic wishes, Nano could not believe the wish on this one. It read, “I wish to never need the ladies restroom.” Nano thought this had to be a joke, but checked to see if any coins had been added. She quickly scanned no coins, but thought that was probably because either they couldn’t believe this wish, or see it from under the curtain. “Well, this is certainly different,” Nano thought as she decided to pull out a coin anyways. She always thought to be different than the others, so why not put something in here even though it’s so bizarre. And so she pulled out a 10 yen coin which was not used in any of the other boxes. Nano put the coin above the box, and she grew somewhat nervous about placing it in there. Then she began to think, “Well not like it will happen like the other wishes. And even if it did, I wouldn’t mind not needing to use the restroom.” Then she dropped the coin into the box. It swirled around 3 times before dropping. Now feeling satisfied, she backed away from the curtain and walked out with her purchased item. She continued to walk off out of the shopping street and gave another thanks and bow to Outsuki for his information. He gave her a snack as well just for being herself and a joy for him to talk with each day. So she continued to walk away and more towards her house, but with a bizarre thought about the one coin she dropped into the one wishing box. Chapter 2 Just as Nano was about to walk off from the shopping street, she heard a familiar voice. “Nano,” the voice sounded like her best friend Miki. Nano turned around to see her short hair friend Miki. Seeing her brought a smile to Nano’s face. Miki had shorter hair than Nano as it only went over her ears. She also didn’t have as much of a bust as Nano. But despite being a flat chest, she was quite taller. With a body tone fit to take on a brick wall and green eyes that pierces her opponent, Miki had gained the title “Titan.” Nano was quite pleased to have ran into Miki. “Hey Miki, you just finish practice?” Miki’s kendo practice was for an extensive amount of time, even longer than the school allows for its students to stay. So seeing the determined Miki at this time was surprising. “Yup, I decided to head out early today,” Miki said with a dexterous grin. “You didn’t get hit did you?” Nano always worries that her skilled friend may get worked up too much if she took a hit. As the titan Miki usually goes unhittable at practice. “Of course I didn’t. How could someone at my caliber take a single blow during practice, ha ha ha.” Miki laughed gloatingly. Nano worried when they first met whether she gloated too much or not. But soon realized she put hard effort behind her and determination for each and every match—even if they were practice. And she showed sportsmanship to those who faced her by giving them a hand when they fell. “Then what brings you out from practice then?” If it wasn’t for taking a hit, then something else must be the case to bring Miki out of a dojo. “My mother asked for me to help around the house,” Miki replied quickly almost as if to dodge the possibility of her taking a hit. But Nano knew better to believe in what her friend said. “Ah, I see. Want to walk with me then?” Nano amiably asked. “Sure I’ll walk ya home,” Miki said with a large smile. This in turn, made Nano laugh with delight. The two of them spend time on the weekends together, but rarely do they walk home from school. This type of rare event always brought Nano joy. As they took their first step, Miki noticed the shopping bag Nano held. “Oh, what did you get today?” asked the curious Miki. Nano stood there with a belated grin, almost as if to say “never thought you’d ask.” She began to pull the glass antique out from the bag. “They had that one antique I’ve been really wanting on sale today, so I couldn’t resist,” Nano said displaying the antique next to her smile. Miki wasn’t surprised to see a new antique in Nano’s hands, but was quite happy for her friend to get the one she wanted. “That’s awesome. Can I hold it?” She held her hand out, but Nano pulled the antique away. “No, remember the last time I let you see one of my antiques?” Nano said with a pouty face. “Hmm, I don’t seem to remember,” Miki spoke with a confused expression. Then she grew a despairing look of remembrance. She remembered how she broke one of her antiques just from holding it. “Now I remember, I’m sorry about that.” “I said it was fine before, you just need to have a gentle touch,” Nano exclaimed to the confused Miki. “Though, I think you can’t ever touch something gently other than with a tight grip.” “I can touch things gently,” Miki attempted to be redeemed. “Like what?” “Like…” Miki didn’t have a response. She then lowered her head in defeat. Nano began to pat on her shoulder. “There, there. At least you don’t lose in kendo.” The statement appeared to be very effective. Miki sprang back up and almost appeared to be at the top of the world. “Now that is a great statement,” Miki said with a slight laugh. And the both of them felt their spirits lifted. “Well, these roads won’t be walking themselves.” She pointed out that they should probably start their walk in which they haven’t. They even brought attention towards those entering and leaving the shopping district. “Yeah, that would probably be a wise idea,” Nano agreed and they proceeded to walk off. They walked through a few neighborhoods before reaching the residence of Amasaki. This was Nano’s destination as Miki stopped to watch her walk towards the front door. They waved to each other goodbye, as Nano opened the front door. Nano walked in and closed the door behind her. She took off her shoes on the hard tile floor and stepped up onto the wooden floor. A few feet to her right led to the kitchen/diner, to the left was the living room, and a bit back was the stairs. But now that she got home, she had to announce it. “I’m home.” After, she heard pitter-patter rushing down the stairs. The small steps in between belonged to the young girl who was her sister. “Welcome home, nee-chan,” said the ever smiling young sister. “How’s your day been Yui?” asked the pleased Nano. “I had fun today!” Yui shouted with excitement. “Oh, with what?” Nano continued the conversation. And Yui continued to explain the different things that happened at school. She continued to talk while Nano listened and walked up to her room. After walking in her room, Yui began to quiet down. Yui, the younger sister of Nano was the only sibling Nano had. At the age of seven years old, stood barely above Nano’s waist line. Like Nano, she had black hair and blue eyes. She always looked up to her sixteen year old sister for help on the many things she needed help with. Either that being cooking or homework, Nano would be delighted to help. Nano then pulled out her antique to place on her dresser to the right. The dresser was covered by many other antiques like the other storage areas in her room. A bookshelf to the corner on the right, the table on the left and even the window shelf. But there was one spot remaining on the dresser. And when Nano placed it on that spot, she knew it truly was a great purchase. “Oh, it’s so pretty sis,” Yui said with delight. She kept a bright smile while looking at the multicolored glass rabbit. Even though she’d like to hold it, she knew better. Otherwise she would be scolded by her older sister. It was during the evening when Nano began to break out her homework. Yui and Nano just ate a mild spice curry that Nano prepared. She received a text from her mother saying that she’ll be late with work again, as usual. Nano always wished that they could at least spend more time together. Even if their father was busy, she’d still like the three girls to at least be able to do family related things. She envied all the different family talk overheard during class. But now Nano could think of only how X was solved. Around the same time Nano works on her homework, Yui does hers. Though unlike the clever Nano, Yui will generally ask her older sister for help on her homework when needed. Nano will also receive texts regularly from Miki on their homework. Despite the responsibility, Nano appreciates those who look up to her for support. Just as Nano was beginning to think of her sister Yui, Yui walked into her room with a book. The cover being a Japanese book, was usually the case for Yui’s need. “Sis, I need your help,” Yui cried for help as she handed Nano the open book. Nano took it from Yui, and began to skim what she may be struggling with. Then she found the likely culprit. “Ah, this can be a tricky one.” Nano began to teach Yui about the different symbols and placements for them in each sentence. When Yui began to smile, Nano knew she came to a realization of understanding it. “Thanks, nee-chan.” Yui ran off with a skip and a smile. Just like how Nano would always like to see her younger sister be. Before Nano would go to bed, she’d be the first to take a bath. After she’d finish, Yui would take a bath. Nano always liked her nightly warm baths. She almost felt like she could sit in the warm waters all night. But despite her wishes for relaxation, she knew she can’t stay in there for too long. After changing into her pink pajama pants and button up shirt, she was ready for bed. Just as she crawled into the yellow blanket, she heard the front door opening. “Oh, that must be my parents,” Nano thought. But no call for announcing their entry, so Nano paid it no heed to go welcome them back. Other than telling her sister goodnight, and drifting off to sleep. The next thing she saw was a sign for the ladies room with an open doorway into the restroom. She walked in and immediately felt herself needing to use the restroom. So Nano opened a stall, and saw a plain white toilet. But the next thing she couldn’t believe was how the toilet started to disappear and glitter away. The yellow sparkles went flying past her as she turned around to see where they went. But they disappeared into thin air. She still felt the need to go, so she opened up another stall to see this toilet undergo the same process. Not only that, but yellow glitter floated from underneath all the stalls. This told Nano she wouldn’t be going to the restroom anytime soon, despite her needing it desperately. Right after all the glitter vanished, the stalls tumbled to the right of her almost like dominos. But before each one fell completely over, they bent completely in half. Now each appeared as if they were tables. Though with the sudden change in shape, Nano felt she no longer needed the restroom. Fearing she may have had an accident, she bent over to see any spill. But there was nothing to be seen. She no longer needed the restroom, and so she walked out. From one odd site to another, her younger sister Yui stood before her with a green pacifier in her mouth. Nano couldn’t believe her eyes that her sister was sucking on a pacifier like a baby would. A quick turn to her right, and she saw her mother, short black hair and tall as miki standing with a baby bottle in hand. Her mother had a big smile on her face as she placed the bottle into Nano’s mouth. The cloudy white milk began to enter into her mouth and down her throat. While drinking the delectable milk from the baby bottle, she felt the need to pee desperately again. But with all her might, she couldn’t move from drinking the bottle. She looked over at her mother who had a warm and pleasant motherly smile. Nano felt odd with what her mother said, “Everything will be alright. You no longer will need, the ladies room. Just let it all go, like you’re sister.” She looked over at Yui, and noticed the seven year old girl wearing a diaper and a white shirt squatting. Nano felt that she was just about to do the same, when the sound of an alarm went off. Squinting her eyes with the sunlight coming through the blinds, Nano reached her hand over to shut her alarm off. She felt the dream she encountered was both very odd, but lifelike. Chapter 3 Sitting up, her room didn’t’ appear any different. Fearing from the life-like dream, she scanned to find any differences. But soon heard a knock on her door. “Nee-chan, I need your help like usual,” Yui asked from the other side of the door. Nano wondered what her younger sister could need during the morning. Especially if it was something regularly. She thought onto the past to see if Yui did ever ask for help on anything, but could only think of homework. And Nano was sure Yui completed hers the night before. So that really led to a question, “What could it be?” “Okay, I’m awake,” Nano answered. “Thank you,” Yui replied opening the door. Yui was wearing the same blue nightgown she was the night before. But didn’t have anything big and clunky like a book in her hand. “What could my sister be needing?” Nano began to wonder. Then a stench hit her nose like food cooked in the morning. However, this was no salivating scent, but a putrid smell of poop. It almost smelt like someone took one right in her room. Then she realized, it came from Yui. Nano was in disbelief that her sister had crapped her pants, as she was a seven year old girl and fully toilet trained. She also couldn’t believe her sister wasn’t in tears, but actually smiling. It was like Yui was happy about Nano cleaning up her mess. That’s when the realization happened, this must be what she’s after. “Yui, did you go?” Nano reluctantly asked. “Yup nee-chan, I went in my sleep again,” Yui answered quickly. And Nano couldn’t believe to hear the word “again.” It was only a couple years ago when Yui wet the bed, but she no longer did so. And this was clearly a big accident that has never happened before. Nano still got up out of bed to help her sister get cleaned up. That was when she saw her sister hopping up on her bed and laying backwards. Then an object from Yui’s tiny hands came into view. Nano’s jaw dropped as what she saw was a white diaper with a bunch of cat patterns on it. It almost seemed like that one dream was becoming a reality. Despite the odd finding, she took her sisters diaper and thought Yui was wanting a change. She lifted the young girls skirt to find the same type diaper in her hand around the waist of Yui. The only difference was the one Yui wore, appeared soggy and had a large bulge. Nano knew now that Yui did go in her pants, but apparently in her sleep. But just before she was about to change the young girls dirty diaper, she knew she needed the right utensils. Nano thought that something is really strange with the day, but if this was reality then she should have useful tools in her middle drawer of her dresser. And just as she suspected, there was a pink changing mat, baby wipes as well as powder. She took all the tools back over to Yui who continued to lay on her bed. Placed out the changing mat underneath her bottom. Lifting up the skirt again, Nano began to un-tape her sister’s dirty diaper. Yui had a slight giggle from the changing process. As she pulled the diaper down, a worse stench and sight appeared before Nano. The sight of Yui’s dark brown poop just sitting there made her cringe. But she didn’t want to make her sister feel bad in any way, so she pulled some wipes and began to clean up the mess around Yui’s bottom. After she got her bottom cleaned, she rolled up the dirty diaper and it was now ready to be tossed. But before she could toss away the dirty diaper, she needed to get her sister changed into a new one. So she took the new diaper and opened it up. Placing it under her sister and clicking open the top of the baby powder, she began to sprinkle the powder on her sister. After several sprinkles, she then pulled up the diaper and tapped it up. Yui was now in a clean diaper. Before she was about to take the dirty diaper to toss, her sister grabbed it. “Don’t worry about that big sis, I have it. And thanks for changing me.” The smile on her sister made it worthwhile. Even though Nano was confused, she was going to continue on with her day as usual. Before she could take another forward towards her doorway, she felt a tug on the back part of her pajama pants. She turned around to see her sister hunched over, revealing herself of the culprit. “Your dry this morning nee-chan,” Yui said as she jumped off the bed. Nano couldn’t believe the words towards her. She now knew why there was an odd feeling in her pants, and that was because she too was wearing a diaper. Nano looked down at her pajama pants and could instantly see a bulge from the padding she wore under. As her sister waddled past her, she pulled her pants down to reveal what she was wearing. She couldn't believe her eyes for a third time in the day. Her jaw dropped even more as she found herself in a pink tinted diaper with several anime girls on the front as well as white outlined hearts around the entire pad. She couldn’t believe that she, a sixteen year old girl, who’s fully toilet trained since age one was now succumbed to a diaper. Not only that, but she couldn’t help but touch the front of her diaper. Even if it was weird, she still thought it felt decent enough. Pulling her pants back up, she walked over to her dresser to see if she may have some big girl undies to put on instead for her day. Nano couldn’t walk through the entire day in a diaper. “What would people say if they found out?” Nano began to think. “What would Miki think?” She began to panic once she opened the top drawer, only to find more diapers like the one she wore. There was no big girl undies for her to put on, which meant she was stuck wearing a diaper all day. But Nano could only imagine what would happen if people found out. She’d probably be perpetually branded baby, and be made fun of all day long. Miki would probably break their friendship, and she’d be all alone. So Nano hoped, that she would not get caught at all for the day. Even though she may not need the diaper, she didn’t want to wear nothing. Just as she was getting her school outfit out to change into, Nano felt an immediate pressure on her bladder. Despite not needing to go a second ago, she felt a desperate need to pee. She quickly ran towards the door and immediately could see the bathroom door to the right. But before she could take another step, she felt her bladder beginning to release. She quickly put her hands on top of her diaper to try and stop herself from going, but she only could feel a warm sensation wrapping around in her diaper. She couldn’t believe that not only was she wearing a diaper, but she was also using it. After a large stream entered into her diaper, she felt a huge relief. Despite having just gone in her pants, it still was soothing to Nano. She felt the soaked diaper and found it to be quite squishy. Though the weight of it increased causing the diaper to droop, Nano continued to go into the bathroom. Her mouth dropped instantly from what she saw. Instead of a toilet, there was a large low laying table. Nano now knew even if she made it to the bathroom, there was no toilet for her to use. The table in front of her was clearly made for changing diapers, which reminded her of the one drooping down between her legs. She also noticed bins that would be common for trash, but instead had rolled up diapers in them. One bin had diapers with the same pattern as Yui’s diaper, and the other bin had the same pattern Nano wore. But seeing the same pattern in this bin made Nano fear for the worst—she was expected to use her diaper. After changing into her school uniform, she now began to think about her diapered status. “What should I do?” Nano began to question. “My regular underwear isn’t in the drawer. And if I’m not able to use the toilet, then I would be forced to wear…a diaper.” She began to panic as she had nothing else to change into. “Well, it’s better than wearing nothing I suppose.” After reasoning with herself, she took a new diaper and changing supplies from her drawer and went into the bathroom. Nano knew she better change out of the wet diaper soon, so she quickly laid up on the table. Leaning up, she lifted her skirt to get a perfect view of her very swollen diaper. Without resisting, she put her hand on her diaper and gave her diaper a squeeze. After a few strokes, she began to take the tapes of her diaper off. She then removed the diaper from under her and rolled it up like she did with Yui’s diaper. She began to apply powder on herself with the new diaper under her. That’s when she realized, she was perfectly shaved. Before this day, she clearly remembered having hair down below. But now she had a perfect shave, almost as if no hair was there to begin with. After taking this in, she pulled her diaper up and applied the tapes. She was now in a clean diaper. After tossing the wet diaper into her bin, she left the bathroom and grabbed her blue school bag. Walking down the stairs quickly to make herself toast. It didn’t take long for the pieces of bread to pop-up for her to scarf down. Now that she had eaten something, she was ready to depart for school. Putting her shoes on by the front door, she leapt outside. Each step outside reminded her of what was beneath her skirt. The anime pattern diaper was one thing Nano wish she didn’t have to wear. But somehow, she now did. She began to question if the one dream had an effect, but feared more about what the others will say when they find out her secret. And what would Miki say if she found out. Nano didn’t want to know, so she hoped that no one will find out. Chapter 4 On her walk to school, she continued her thoughts for how reality came this way. What could have made this even possible? Nano wondered more and more, but couldn’t figure it out. She only remembers the dream showing both Yui and her being forced into this altered reality. So even the thought of possibly Miki being forced into this, was insane. Nano couldn’t even picture what Miki would be like forced to wear baby’s clothing. She arrived just on time as she walked in to the school. Her school building was a two story building that spanned at least six households across. Quickly climbing up the stairs and ignoring the fact of what she was wearing, she arrived in class 1-B and took her seat as the morning bell rang. Each of the other students began to scramble away from their friends and to their seats. Every one of these students were female, as it was an all-girls school. Hair colors varying from black, blonde, red and even blue. Most of the girls here talked the common gossip that was happening around them. Though Nano never particularly liked talking gossip about someone else. The thought began to recycle into her brain. What if everyone was talking about her secret? Maybe they all could tell just from her walking into the room. Nano quickly checked her skirt just to make sure it wasn’t undone, and to her fortune she found it secured in place. But the grim thoughts were not as secure. She couldn’t help but blush from the nervousness. A clang sound formed from the door to the front right of the room. This was due to the homeroom teacher who entered the room. She had a tall slender build with black hair as black as a raven’s feather. With dark square glasses, she was the home room teacher called Suichi. “How is everyone doing?” The general almost every day question she asks, and the reply is always “fine!” from everyone. Though one student wasn’t quite fine. Nano was too nervous to say anything, so she stayed quiet. The day proceeded as it usually did, first period was English who was taught by Suichi, then they had someone else come in to teach math. Nano was thankful that they didn’t have P.E. that day, as she didn’t know if she could live with her diaper on display. While during class, Nano began to concentrate more on her class work then what was underneath her skirt. This helped calm her down. She even felt like she almost forgot the problem she was having. Until a noise vibrated under her. “Rrrpptt,” Nano loudly farted. Her problem became even larger, causing her to open her eyes wide and turn red as an apple. Everyone in that room should have heard that. But despite her fears, no one looked at her. In fact nobody even reacted to it. Nano let a sigh go as she felt a little less worried now. But one thing she didn’t get, was how she didn’t even feel the need to fart before she actually did it. It was almost like earlier that morning how she felt the need to pee but went almost instantly after. Nano realized another piece to her dismay. If her sister Yui was completely toilet trained and yet had such an accident earlier that morning, then would that make Nano have the same? “Oh no,” Nano began thinking to herself. “That would mean I may end up pooping myself.” She then turned red with fear for the worst. It was soon close to lunch when Nano felt an immediate need to pee. Almost as an immediate reaction, Nano put her right hand to hold her front to try and hold it but did not succeed. The urge quickly poured out into her diaper, turning poor Nano into a red embarrassed state. She could feel the warmth spread instantly down and around her legs. It didn’t take long before she could feel herself being soothed from the relief despite being embarrassed about what she had done. It wasn’t long till the lunch break began. Nano was dreading this moment, as it meant she would meet up with Miki and eat at their usual spot outside. But unlike all the other times, Nano was wearing a diaper as well as being wet. Despite her fears, she proceeded to take her lunch out that she had made the previous day and walked outside the classroom. Even though she was afraid for Miki to somehow find out, she didn’t want to worry her either. As she walked out the front door, she looked towards the back door, which was towards the right, and could instantly see Miki walking with her usual scowl. “Hiya Nano,” Miki said with a wave as she walked up. Nano instantly felt her nerves soaring to the peaks with the wet diaper being under her skirt. Nano began to think back in her head on her situation, “It’s not like Miki will just peek under my skirt, I know her not to do such a thing. The only time she’s seen my underwear is when it was really windy and a large stroke hit us while she was behind me. I was able to cover the front of my skirt, but my back was completely showing. But she was a really good friend for having my back and blocking it from view. Though, she did compliment me for my pink underwear being cute too.” This thought made Nano begin to turn red. Miki, being the one watching her friend, could only guess what she could be thinking. “How are you feeling today?” It was a common conversation starter for Miki who didn’t do well for starting conversations, but she mostly felt concerned for Nano. Racing through her thoughts about her diaper and how not to have it show made Nano begin to touch the front of her skirt feeling the diaper’s soggy padding without even realizing. With a large blush almost turning her skin into a tomato as she looked at her friends distant stare into her eyes. This was Miki’s common waiting for reply stance, but it gave Nano a startle given her circumstance. “I uh, no, no, I’m alright.” Nano composed herself to at least give this response. “Alright, I on the other hand feel great,” Miki stood with a proud pose. Nano looked to the side with a remark almost like “I wonder what it is this time?” Miki took a quick breath and continued, “I feel like I could take the entire kendo team and win!” With a quick fist in the air, the determination could easily be felt. But such determination is what always brings Nano joy when she converses with Miki. So with a slight giggle, and both were smiling. “Did you remember your lunch this time?” Nano questioned Miki as they began to walk down the hall. “Nope,” Miki said with a slight pound to her head almost acting dumb. Forgetting her lunch was one thing, but for Miki, it was a common occurrence. “I kind of figured, which is why I packed an extra lunch for you,” Nano said with a laugh. The way it commonly occurred almost seemed more planned then actually forgetting. But Nano decided her lunches were much healthier for the young athletic Miki than what she’d always bring. “Plus, I enjoy trying different things,” Nano said in her head. All these happy thoughts made Nano forget about the wet diaper under her as they continued to walk through the halls. She knew they’d eventually head out to their usual spot outside to eat lunch. But as they neared the next corner that lead to the stairs to go down, the only bathroom being a woman’s was to the left. Even though Nano hated the thought, she felt it may be best to change out of her wet diaper soon. Though did she even have more diapers let alone underwear to change into? This put her to slow down a bit as they walked. Miki slowed down a bit as well and turned to face Nano. “We should probably use the washroom first eh?” Now Nano turned beat red as Miki would now be going in as well. “She could probably hear me taking my diaper off,” Nano began to dread the thought. “How would I throw it away without anyone knowing?” The sudden through made her want to refuse going. But seeing the awaiting Miki only made her want to say yes. So she gave a quick nod before realizing what she did. “Alright, let’s make this quick then!” Miki sounding determined at almost everything quickly entered with Nano slowly tailing behind. “Oh gosh, what have I gotten into, and how did this happen to begin with?” Nano’s biggest worry about everyone and her friend finding out was a few steps closer. She could only close her eyes with a huge blush of embarrassment as she entered.
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    So I've been a busy girl, and spent a bunch of time grabbing videos off Twitter. I offer you these 800+ videos as a holiday gift. These are the bedwetting videos I've found. I can't guarantee there are no reposts but there is a lot of new content. They typically range from 30 seconds to a max 2 minutes. This collection is of bedwetting videos, and I can't guarantee there aren't a couple of make videos in there. I've helpfully numbered them all, so if you find one you really like, give a shout out to the number in the comments Here’s they are! Enjoy! Rach

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  15. My first memorable experience was when I spend the week with my cousin, she is a little younger than me, petite, black hair. For the whole week we were staying up late watching movies to the early hours, sharing a bed as it wasn’t a big house. Anyways we like daring each other to do things, various things, kiss her best friend, run around the garden naked, that sort of thing. So one night we were watching a film called holy smoke, and in one scene one of the main character pee’s herself. So my cousin dared me to pee myself, so I did, in bed. Honestly after that it excited us so much that the rest of the time I spend there was us daring each other to pee in different ways. One of the more memorable ones was I said pee like a dog would, so she got on all fours with her panties down over the toilet, but as many of you are aware a women doesn’t pee downwards in this position, so she sprayed me… we laughed.
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US Air Force Classified information Name:Sora windelnasse Sex:female Age:19(extremely skilled) Experience:standard training and played an active roll in operation “sliver sheen” Medical conditions:none officially diagnosed but clames she “sweats“ unnatural amounts around her crotch during long flights also often wears a modified flight suit because of a constant rash in her inner thighs that she has “no idea how it happened” Other information: washes clothes more often than usual and demands a private bunk Mission: fly experimental craft 4I145r for more then four hours conservatively The commander looked at the file for a few minutes as i stood there practically paralyzed he glared at my file as disapprovingly, after a minute or two he pulled a stamp out of his desk and hit it against the paper “mission approved” he said “dismissed” as soon as he said this i felt immediately relieved as i rushed off to my bunk, halfway through the base i heard “hey sora come take a look at this” i looked over to see three or four pilot’s looking into the front of an aircraft “what is it” i asked walking over only to see some that somehow some idiot had managed to set up a alcohol distillery in a plane “what should we do” they asked each other before deciding to split it between the four of us so we went down to the canteen and drank up I stumbled through the dorm building hallways looking for my room number 203 and last thing I remember I was running for the door and everything else was fuzzy. I was waking up in what was hopefully my room and slowly sat up my head pounding I sat up and reached to pull the covers off something smelled off and as i lifted the covers it hit me urine and the bed was wet so the clear answer was... yeah i pissed the bed... again probably because of the beer and several empty cans on the bed stand, ok makes sense this wasn’t the first time it happened about once every few months not commonly enough to have to wear anything on a daily basis bit enough that I may own one or two...protective garments anyways I cambered out of bed to see that oh I am wearing protection...and where did i get that I thought looking down at my clothes i was nude besides a pink sagging pull up diaper. Ok maybe I owned these beforehand but they were a 500 hundred pack that i got them when i was thirteen right before I mostly stopped wetting the bed so it would be wasteful to not use them... fine ok I wore princess diapers when I was thirteen... and still wear them sometimes. I climbed out of the showers and checked todays memo and four hour test flight at nine o five and its...nine o one. I sprinted to the flight zone one minute left luckily I reached it on time to throw myself into the cockpit and look somewhat prepared as some technical workers did the pre flight check soon the commander stalked up(he had a weird thing about sneaking) “are you prepared” he said with his corse voice “yes sir” i responded as he handled me a bag of gear some water,emergency kit ect I shut the glass dome of the cockpit and it sealed shut and I ran through the pre takeoff safely measures soon it was free to fly It was a small enough craft wasted space and it was advanced enough the it practically flew itself and sure enough it shot off the runway like a arrow and soon auto pilot took over /30 minutes later/ I was only realized how thirsty i was after taking a sip of water and i quickly downed two and a half bottles before I was satisfied /one hour later/ The plane flew itself as i leaned back in my seat “wow that water just ran through me” i murmured to myself, but soon i felt every minute count by as a increasing pain formed in my bladder I kept trying to hold it in but time seemed to slow down but my consecration was broken and a jet of hot urine shot into my panties the voice over the radio said “your flight is completed please return to base” “yes I’ll make it after all ! “ After some inspection my panties seemed to have absorbed my accident i rushed to base the radio ringed out again saying “ please hold on landing a plane broke down on the main runway” and my hope was shattered as the massive bulge in my bladder was pressed down on my the tight fabric of the flight suit but again radio chimed and my bladder gave out as i tore for the now open runway drips of urine slipped out slowly leaking out into the already wet fabric of my panties. as the plane rumbled to a stop i opened the cockpit my bladder finally letting go as i lunged out onto the tarmac ahot jets of urine sputtering into my flightsuit and small droplets trailing behind me, as i sprinted to the bathrooms and slammed into the door hoping it would open sadly it was locked and i fell to my knees finally my bladder released all the urine left in a forceful stream completely soaking the legs of my suit and of all the possible times the door opened as some women stepped out to see me on the ground lying in a yellow puddle she snickered slightly and squatted next to me and quickly unzipped her jumpsuit down to her waist her breasts fell out as she swiftly pulled it down a little to flash me her panties that happened to look a lot like a diaper she zipped it back up and lead me into the restroom with her /this may or may not be continued i will leave it up to you guys and thank all of you I hope my story made you happy even if only one person reads it./ thank you
  17. So a few years ago a friend of mine natural bed wetting would be fun but she didn’t want it to be permanent so somehow she figured out a way to do it practically whenever you want anyways i was talking to her and it somehow comes up in conversation so i asked how she did it and she sent me the steps so i decided to share them on here 1. First this will probably take a few days but just go through the day but don’t drink anything for about three hours before bed and go to the bathroom as much as you like 2. Pick some clothes she did it with both a certain pair of panties and diapers make sure it is something with a distinctive feeling (avoid things that you wear often or during the day (she tried this same thing while she was awake but she wanted to only mess herself when wearing a this pair of panties and and after about a month she did it a fun trick when lying about the house but not so fun when she wore some similar panties and shit herself in public) 3. Right before you go to bed Drink about 2.5 (adjust for bladder capacity) cups of preferably warm water or some other drink and go to sleep in your choice of outfit 4.you will likely wake up in the night to pee don’t move and wet as much as possible before going back to sleep without changing 5.Depending on how many times you do this kinda thing it could take more time but it takes about a week on average it works because the human body creates an association between your choice of clothing and being able to wet freely and the more times you do this the stronger the association gets but you have to do this about once a month to keep the association this can be done when awake but i don’t recommend it as it can lead to embarrassing situations anyways tell me how it goes or if you find a way to improve it
  18. Needing to pee, but not wanting to get out of her cozy bed in the morning, Alisha lets go, wetting her bed on purpose in this cute video. We have all been there- The alarm clock goes off and more than anything we just want to say in our nice warm beds. This is the exact situation Alisha finds herself in, but in addition to her alarm, she also needs to pee. She really, really, doesn’t want to leave her nice warm bed though. Instead of getting up, she stays bed and simply lets it all go, peeing through her panties and soaking her bed sheets in the process. After wetting her bed, she pulls the covers back over her and snuggles back into her cozy, but now wet, bed.
  19. View File Rachel's 2019 Twitter Treasury - Bedwetting So I've been a busy girl, and spent a bunch of time grabbing videos off Twitter. I offer you these 800+ videos as a holiday gift. These are the bedwetting videos I've found. I can't guarantee there are no reposts but there is a lot of new content. They typically range from 30 seconds to a max 2 minutes. This collection is of bedwetting videos, and I can't guarantee there aren't a couple of make videos in there. I've helpfully numbered them all, so if you find one you really like, give a shout out to the number in the comments Here’s they are! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/29/2019 Category Bedwetting
  20. Wet My Sister’s Bed! As many of you will know, I’ve been a bed wetter my whole life. In the past five-ish years I’ve had way fewer incidents than before, when I was reliably wetting the bed on an almost nightly basis. This increase in dry nights is the result of some very effective Botox I got to help deal with my over active bladder. I get jabbed every 6 months or so, and as long as I stay on top of this, I will generally be dry at night (and have much fewer leaks and accidents during the day). I do still have the odd wet night, but these tend to be after I’ve been drinking or smoking too much. On these nights I will wear protection (when my husband or I remember to get me in it), and will put down a Peepod bed mat. If I’m thinking ahead, I’ll leave the mat out on my bed with a Goodnite on top so I don’t forget. I have still been known to forget (see one of my recent experiences) and as a consequence, wake up in a puddle. The Peepod bed mat gets a lot of use, as not only do I put it down if I’m being a little irresponsible, but it’s also a common fixture underneath me during sexy times, as I’ve been known to leak a little during sex as well. Ok, maybe more than a little if things are rough. Anyhow, I don’t usually worry these days when I’m out staying with friends or in a hotel, unless I know I’m going to be drinking, and then even if it’s one glass of wine, I’ll still slip on a Goodnite, just in case. If I’m planning on getting a little more rowdy, I’ll bring a Molicare, or a disposable Goodnite bed pad just to be sure. Wetting a friend’s bed is super awkward – I’ve done thins a number of times, but usually when I was younger. Similarly, wetting a hotel bed is embarrassing and you can sometimes get charged for the damage, which sucks. I should also add that everyone in my family knows about my bladder issues, and growing up they were all very supportive, including my older sister. My sister is several years older than me, and was always more like a second mom than a sister, but I know that she wet the bed until she was about 8, and that bed wetting runs in families. I know my mom wet the bed growing up until she was also around 8. I do still discuss my wetting issues with my mom, who likes to keep up to date on how everything is going. These conversations can be a little awkward, but I have to remember that she cares about my health and was there for all my urology tests and helped experiment with different treatments when I was growing up. I’m also a little shy about using the ‘D-word’ around any of my family members. With my sister, it’s not something I talk about with her, at least not all that much anymore. Anyhow, there was a time a couple of years ago when I did have to talk to my sister about my bed wetting issues, specifically when I soaked her bed when I wasn’t wearing protection. I remember it quite clearly, and was recently reminded of the incident when I stayed at her place again over the holidays. After staying over in her guest room for a couple of nights I helped clear off my sheets and the mattress protector that gets put down when I stay over (as a precaution), and I noticed the stain I had made on that previous occasion. I know it was my stain because it was the only one on the mattress. So the one time I soaked my sister’s bed without protection was only a little while after I’d received a fresh batch of Botox, and I was feeling pretty confident about my night time continence. I had also told my sister about the treatment a while back. I was at her place taking care of her kid (who was about 4 at the time) while she was out during the afternoon, and then she joined us for dinner. We ended up watching a movie before putting her kid to bed, and then we stayed up talking over a bottle of red wine. I had initially planned on jumping on a bus and then the Skytrain to get home that night, and I had packed appropriately. We worked our way through the bottle and talked and completely lost track of the time. By the time we were had finished off the bottle and had moved on to a mug of tea, we both realized that it was pretty late and, as I didn’t have work the next day, I should probably stay over. I don’t recall the exact time we went to bed, but we were both a little tipsy and it was late. So after we tidied up, we both parted ways to our respective sleeping arrangements. As we did so, she asked me something like “Hey Rachel, you going to be ok?” And I, in my slightly muddled state, assumed she was asking about finding the room, or something like that, responded in the affirmative. I didn’t have a nightgown or PJs, and I remember stripping down to my panties. I remember having the vague nagging feeling that I was forgetting something, but at this point I hadn’t had a wet night since the treatment, and as I couldn’t think of precautions I could take (and I was tired and perhaps more than a little tipsy), I bedded down and was out like a light. --- The next morning I was woken up far too early by my sister’s kid knocking on the door and calling my name and asking to come in. It felt early but it was likely normal wake up time for my sister’s household. Anyhow, I was a little groggy and half-awake and called back, something like “Hey, come on in.” I said this before properly evaluating my situation. As I slowly came to my senses I felt the cold clammy wet sheets around me, my sodden panties, and the sticky clamminess on my legs bum and lower back. I had wet my sister’s bed, was naked, but for my wet panties, and I’d just invited my sister’s kid into the room. I didn’t have time to process things before a small flying lump landed on the bed. I was now very much awake and aware of my predicament, but my brain was not sufficiently awake to come up with a course of action. I let my sister’s kid play jump on the bed and poke me a couple of times, before I said something like “Hey X, I need to get up, could you go grab your Mommy for me?” Fortunately they jumped off the bed and ran off to get my sister. I had committed to telling her I’d soaked her bed, but now I was panicking. I wasn’t sure if I should jump out of bed and try to change into something dry (or at least put a shirt on), or if I should stay in bed, lying in the puddle I had made. While I thought I sat up a little and pulled the covers up to cover my breasts. Fortunately(?) I didn’t have too long to think about this, because my sister appeared in the doorway with her kid. She took one look at my face and I knew that she knew. My heart was pounding like wild. This was certainly not the first time she had seen me in a wet bed, but it was the first time in a very long time, and the last time we had both been at my parents place. She said something to her kid and they scurried off, and then she stepped into the room and closed the door. “Everything ok Rachel?” She inquired, with a tone that indicated that she knew that it wasn’t. I was blushing like crazy at this point and feeling very self-conscious. “I’m really sorry” I started, “but I accidentally wet your bed.” I finally managed to blurt out. “Oh Rachel, I thought that wasn’t an issue any more.” She declared, somewhat exacerbated. “I thought you weren’t having issues at night any more after the Botox.” “Me too,” I said. “I’m very sorry. I’ll clean it up. Can you leave the key to the laundry room out?” I somehow managed to say. “Ok, I’ll get some towels as well.” She said, her tone more nurturing than before, though I could hear that she was annoyed that I’d wet her mattress. She left the room and went off to get some towels, and I finally pulled down the sheets to inspect the damage. There was a significant wet spot under my mid-section, and it went more than halfway up my back. My panties (white cotton with a blue waistband) were almost entirely soaked and largely see through. I also felt very sticky. I peeled myself out of the bed and went about gathering up the sheets and covers. I was still doing this in nothing but my wet panties when there was another tap at the door. I jumped! It was my sister and I did not want her to see me naked but for pee-soaked panties. “One sec!” I yelled, and hurried over to the door. I opened it a crack and positioned myself in such a way that she could see only my head. “Here, I got you these,” she said handing me a couple of old towels. “And this.” She said, handing me some cleaning solution and Fabreeze. “On and in case you want to take a shower,” she added in a tone that implied that of course I was going to take a shower, I’d just wet the bed. She handed me another towel. “I’m going to make some breakfast, do you want some?” “Yes please,” I replied, putting in an order for tea, I think. All the time we were talking I could see her peering past my shoulder at the stripped bed, with its very obvious and prominent wet spot. She headed off to the kitchen and called her kid in to help (I think largely so they wouldn’t come in and bother me. Towels in hand, I stripped out of my wet panties and padded down my mid-section and then wrapped myself in the largest towel and headed out into the hallway to grab a shower. I was careful to close the door behind myself, just in case a certain curious young person decided to wander in. I showered quickly and then went back to the guest room. I had to head back out when I realized that my purse with my backup emergency panties in it was by the front door. I scurried over and ‘walk-of-shame’ style retrieved my purse and panties. I got dressed and then I then went to town on the mattress and scrubbed and cleaned as best I could. It took a while, and did as good a job as possible. As you can see from the picture I shared above, I did not succeed in getting the stain out, but it definitely did not smell afterwards. Breakfast was ready (and a little cold) by the time I was done. We chatted over breakfast, and I felt very awkward. After we ate, I excused myself to run the sheets down to the laundry room. This is not the first time I’ve done laundry at my sisters, so at least I was well-briefed on the location of everything. After dumping everything in the washer, I headed back up to my sister’s place and chatted some more, she needed to head out to work, so she excused herself to take her kid to day care. I was left to close up the house and finish the laundry (I have a spare key to her place, as I’m over there a bunch). Anyhow, I walked them to the door and hugged them both goodbye. When I hugged my sister she whispered to me “Hey Rachel, don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal. Thanks for helping out yesterday.” Relieved, I hugged her back. I helped clean up the kitchen, put my soaked panties in a baggie and then in my purse, and generally made myself useful while I waited for the washing machine to finish. I realized belatedly that I could have just put them in the wash as well. When my timer binged I headed down and moved everything into the dryer. As I had some time to kill, I checked email on my phone and then, with some inspiration, went online to but a mattress cover for my sister’s bed. I ordered one to her address. I also emailed her the receipt, so she would know to look out for it, and wrote a very short message like: “For next time, just in case. XOXOX. Rachel.” She responded with something to the effect of: “Thanks hun, and don’t worry about it. I just thought that was all behind you now. See you on Tuesday.” Anyhow, seeing the stained mattress these holidays brought this incident back vividly. Happy Holidays, Rachel.
  21. Uh oh! It seems Alisha has wet her bed. Good thing she was wearing a diaper, or her sheets and mattress would have got all wet! Being a chronic bed wetter, Alisha typically will wear a diaper to bed. In this scene she wakes to discover that her diaper is all wet. It seems that she had a bit of an accident while she was resting. Instead of immediately getting out of bed to clean up, however, she grabs her phone to shoot this video and share her embarrassing mishap with us. In the video Alisha shows us her wet diaper, feeling at it with her hands. She even goes as far as pulling it down a bit so we can see how soaked it is from the inside. Ultimately, she decides that she wants to stay in bed a bit longer, so she pulls her diaper back up and says goodbye.
  22. Clair was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Had she gone too far with mom? She knew she had been meaning to mom and that made her feel bad, but she hated wearing diapers. She hated all babyish things. She would be a teenager soon, what was mom thinking, diapers in the car? She was not Emily, who had more accidents than anyone could count. OK, that was mean. Emily had accidents, a lot, but she was about the sweetest little sister you could ask for, and pretty too. Many of her friends had sisters Emily’s age, but most were intolerable to be around and the ones that were OK, being sweet was about all they had going for them. Emily really was a great little sister. Then Claire’s mind snaps back to the diaper thing. God what if she did have an accident. Three weeks in diapers. She would be like Sarah. Mom changing her, eww. And what about Brad? That cute guy she had met last summer at the marina. He said his family had just gotten a house that summer. She did not see him until the last day of last year. But she was hoping to run into him early this summer, so they could hang out some. If she was in diapers that would be out of the question. What would he say if he found out? Then the answer was clear! She had already won! Tonight, when they’d gotten home she had reminded mom that the van was down to a ¼ tank. The van could do just over 3 hours on a tank of gas, but on a ¼ tank, she only had to wait about an hour in her diaper. Smile crept across her face. She had won. No more diapers ever! As Claire drifted off to sleep, she thought back to her last struggle with diapers. She never understood why Emily still let mom diaper her for bed. By nine Claire was so embarrassed by the nightly diaper ritual, she had demanded Goodnites and insisted on changing herself before bed. But once Claire had turned 10 this was not a solution anymore. She did not want to wet the bed like a baby. She had been in big girl panties for years. Claire had talked to mom and convinced her to let Claire wear cotton training panties at night, with a waterproof sheet on the bed. Her theory was that since the Goodnites kept her feeling warm and dry during the night, she would never wake up to pee. Mom agreed. The first few nights were a disaster. While the training panties were absorbent, they held very little compared to a diaper. A few times, Claire woke up midway through peeing the bed and these were the worst nights. Claire would wake to the sensation of a warm puddle spreading around her bottom and thighs, and of course the sensation of peeing. More upsetting still, even if Claire was awake, her bladder was not. All she could do was slow down the flow and piddle herself like a baby. She would lay in bed, crying as she pissed herself. After about five nights, mom had come to her before bed. “Honey, I really appreciate how hard you are trying to not wet the bed, but things do not seem to be improving. Every night we wake up hearing our oldest daughter crying and it breaks our hearts.” Claire was distraught, but she knew mom was right. Mom continued, “Also, remaking your bed at 3:00 AM every night is really taking its toll on your father and me.” Then an idea popped in Claire’s head. “3:00 AM? Always at 3:00 AM?” “Um, yes. Your father has even started calling it his 3:00 AM wakeup call.” “So never before 2:45?” “Yes, why?” “OK mom, let me try one more night. But tonight I will set the alarm to 2:45.” “Well why not one or two and make sure you’re able to make it”. Claire may have agreed, except mom implied that she could not make it if she waited until 2:45. She did not wet her panties when she was awake, well not that anyone noticed. However, she knew this argument would hold little water with mom. “Well if I wake up and pee at 2:45 I should be able to make it until morning. But, if I wake up at one I may just wet the bed later.” While it was hard to admit she may wet again later in the night, it was better than agreeing she might pee herself while she was awake. “OK, get ready for bed and I will come tuck you in. Be sure to wear training panties just in case.” Claire got ready for bed. She changed into a short cami. When she opened her underwear drawer, her big girl panties caught her eye. If she had not agreed to wear training panties, she would have worn a pair of big girl panties to bed tonight. As she pulled her training panties up her legs she cringed when the padded crotch pressed into her mound. Well, one last night she thought. She called her mom as she got into bed, that familiar bulk between her legs reminded her, even at 10, she was not a big girl. Mom helped her set her alarm to 2:45 AM and kissed are good night. When Claire’s alarm went off, her first instinct was to grab her crotch. It was dry! Then she slipped her hand into her training panties, which made her blush. Mom had told her girls did not touch down there, unless it was to clean up. As her hand slid down the front of her training panties, her middle finger inadvertently slid between her lips. Her hand felt warm, but her middle finger almost felt hot. Her training panties were completely dry! Then it happened. With her hand still in her training panties, she felt her bladder spasm. She immediately pressed against her pee hole and she felt her muscles down their contract. She fought off the first spasm, but she was not sure what to do. She had one hand in her training panties and the other trying to disabled the alarm. Once the alarm was off, she tried to move. She did not want to remove her hand for fear of peeing right in the bed. Suddenly another spasm hit her. She fought it with all her strength, but as the spasm subsided, she felt a little dribble escape past her finger and trickled down her cleft. She shuddered with disgust. Here she was, fully awake, in her bed, piddling into training panties, her training panties. She had to get out of bed, no matter what. With her finger firmly pressed against her pee hole, she threw the covers back. It was a cool night and the thin short cami did little to keep the chill off her body. As soon as she felt the chill, her bladder spasmed hard. A spurt of pee shot around her finger and into her training panties, followed by a constant dribble. Knowing her training panties would not hold much, Claire decided to make a mad dash to the potty. As soon as she jumped out of bed her bladder sent spurt after spurt of hot piss into her training panties. She made it out of her bedroom before the training panties started leaking onto the floor. Claire ran to the bathroom and hopped on the potty. She did not even try to pull her training panties down. As soon as her bottom hit the cool toilet seat her spurts turned into a constant stream, flooding past her finger. The flood rapidly filled her training panties. So when Claire removed her hand, it was soaked in urine. Claire began to cry. This was to be her big night, no more diapers forever. Here she sat on the toilet in her sodden training panties, hand covered in piss. While her bladder has finished emptying, her overflowing training panties still were releasing a steady stream of urine into the toilet. Mom woke up to the sound of her oldest order crying for the sixth night in a row. But as she headed down the hall to Claire’s room, something caught her eye. The hall night light illuminated droplets of liquid going from Claire’s room to the bathroom and the sound of crying was coming from the bathroom. On her way to the bathroom, she looked in Claire’s room and noticed no droplets there. As she rushed down the hall, she saw Claire sitting on the toilet in her soaked training panties, crying her eyes out. Claire had one hand keeping the hem of her cami from getting wet and the other hand outstretched away from herself. “Claire, what happened?” mom asked. She wanted to comfort Claire, but knew from past experience Claire had a line that separated help and comfort from being babied and babying her may just upset her more. “I… I woke up. An… And I was dry. But started… I… I started to pee.” Claire sobbed. “I tried to get out of bed but… I… The cold air… Ran down the hall… Tried to stop peeing… Hand in the naughty place… Flooded training panties when sat on the toilet… I… Hand… Covered in pee.” Mom gather what had happened. Claire woke up and her plan worked, but she had an accident when getting out of bed. She knew this may have upset Claire even more, as she would consider this having an accident. Over Claire’s soft sobs, mom heard another sound. There was a dripping noise coming from the toilet. Was Claire still trying desperately holding on and slowly leaking? “Claire, what is dripping? Do you still need to pee?” Claire realized mom must think she was still having an accident. She started sobbing loudly. All mom understood was, “no… Flooded… Training panties… Soaked… Stuck on toilet… Dripping.” Then Claire began crying uncontrollably. She lowered her head and covered her face with one arm, the other arm still outstretched away from her. Mom ran some warm water and wet a hand towel. She washed Claire’s outstretched hand, assuming that she must have peed on it while holding herself. Claire sobbing seem to subside. After Claire’s hand was clean, mom asked, “Honey, do you want to stand up?” “I can’t… Might get pee on the floor.” Claire’s mom tried not to laugh. Maybe Claire did not know that she had left a trail from her room to the bathroom and there was already a puddle in front of the toilet. Mom decided it was better not to mention the trail. “It’s OK, we can clean it up, but we need to get you cleaned up.” Claire looked up at her mom, blushed and nodded. Claire held the hem of her cami as mom helped her off the toilet. As Claire stood up, a stream of pee ran down the inside of each leg. She cringed at the feeling, but let her mom help her up. “Claire, do you want to take your panties off or can I help you?” Claire just looked at her mom, then the ground and begin blushing furiously still holding the hem of her cami. Knowing Claire was too embarrassed to ask for help, mom knelt down in front of Claire and slowly lowered her sodden training panties down her slender pee streaked legs. Claire shuddered as the cool air brushed up against her warm wet crotch. Thankfully, she thought, at least she was empty and the cool air did not make her pee again. “Left foot… now right foot,” said mom, helping Claire step out of her training panties. As Claire silently followed mom’s instructions, Claire’s mind was in whir. Here she was, 10 years old, standing half naked in front of her mom, while her mom helped her change out of a pair of training panties that she had soaked while she was awake. She did not want to look like a baby, but all she wanted to do was put this night behind her and go back to bed. So for the first time in years, Claire let her mom take care of her. “Honey, do you want to take a bath or shower?” Mom was surprised when Claire just shook her head. So mom asked, “Do you want me to clean you up?” Claire blush furiously and gave an almost imperceivable nod. Mom rinsed out the washcloth and got it nice and warm. She was happy that Claire was letting her help, but this was so unusual for Claire that mom was worried. As Claire stood there in the middle of the bathroom, legs slightly spread, she watch mom rinse out the rag. The cool sticky feel of pee drying on her mound, and the occasional whiff of urine, reminded her why she hated not being able to control such a basic part of her life. She did well in school, had lots of friends, none of whom know about “this”, and her parents considered her very responsible. Why couldn’t she control her bladder? She could manage during the day. She always went to the bathroom between class breaks and after lunch, she always made sure to note where the nearest bathroom was when she was out, and she always went pee before she left the house. Mom, walking back over to her with the washcloth, broke her train of thought. She watched as mom knelt down in front of her. When mom asked her to spread her legs she felt her face grow hot with a blush. Claire complied and bend her knees slightly to make her mom’s job easier. As she bent her knees, she felt her lips, till now stuck together with her dried pee peal open, exposing her even more and as her nethers grew a little cooler, her face grew a lot hotter. Then the warm washcloth warmed her crotch. While the feel of the warm washcloth was similar to her freshly wet training panty and she felt very babyish for letting her mom clean her, anything was better than the feel of cool, sticky urine between her legs. In fact this warm wetness felt good. As she relaxed and mom continued to clean her, she began to feel a funny tingle between her legs, especially when mom would clean near her pee hole. At first the feeling relaxed Claire, but then, was she supposed to feel this? Mom had said this was a naughty place, so a good feeling from a naughty place must be bad. Claire tried not to think about the feeling and fixed her eyes on the far wall. Claire’s rigid stare did not relax until she felt mom clean her legs. “OK, all clean, let’s get you back to bed.” Claire finally lowered her cami and let mom lead her back to bed. On the way back, Claire noticed they were walking to one side of the hall. When Claire looked down she saw the trail of droplets leading to her room. She hid her face against her mom in shame, until she got back to her room. When they were back in Claire’s room, mom sat her on the edge of her bed and went to get a pair of her panties. Mom thought about a pull up, but as Claire never wet after this time of night and sense she wanted to boost Claire’s self-esteem, she chose a pair of pink big girl panties with a penguin on the front. Claire looked in surprise. Mom was going to let her where big girl panties to bed? She had even thought to ask for a pull up, since she felt like such a baby. “Um mom, but I had an accident.” “Yes, but you did not wet the bed.” Until now Claire had not noticed that the trail of droplets stopped, or rather started, at the door to her room and her bed was dry. She had done it, sort of, she did not wet the bed and mom was letting her where big girl panties to bed for the first time! Claire still was upset about her accident and she was not free of bed wetting like she had planned, but maybe she was getting there. Mom notice Claire’s normal cheerful and confident demeanor return a little. When she came over to Claire with big girl panties she asked Claire, “Can I help you?” Claire smiled and nodded. She let her mom slipped her panties over her feet and then stood up so her mom could slide them up her legs and onto her hips. It felt a little weird to let someone put panties on her. Even after wetting the bed, she always cleaned and changed herself. As Claire laid down and her mom tucked her in, she said, “Thanks mom. I know I get mad when you help me sometimes, but I just want to be more like an adult and I hate feeling like a baby.” “Sweetie, it’s OK. Your father and I think you are a very responsible young lady,” mom said a she tucked Claire in and kissed her on the forehead. Mom left and turned out the light. As Claire turned on her side, between her legs felt funny. She had never slept without any padding between her legs. She slid her hand over her tummy to feel her panties. They were the same as what she wore during the day, but somehow they felt different now that she had them on at night. As she felt her big girl panties on her crotch that funny tangles started to come back. She blushed and took her hand from between her legs. As she drifted off to sleep she felt funny, the tingle was still there. When Claire woke up at her usual and responsible 7:00 AM, the first thing she noticed was she fell like she was not dressed. The familiar warm bulk was not between her legs. Then she remember mom let her where big girl panties to bed after her…after last night’s unpleasantness. The next thing she was aware of was a strong need to pee. She slipped out of bed and walked down the hall. When she got to the toilet she lowered her big girl panties and sat. She immediately began to pee. While she hated the fact that she had little bladder control when she actually sat on the toilet, this was just one unpleasantness of life she did her best to ignore. As she relaxed on the toilet she resolve to keep working to stay dry at night. The following night Claire knew what she had to do. She did not wear her light cami as usual, she wore a big sweatshirt that came down below her training panties. It was the cold that got her last night and tonight when she got up, she would stay nice and warm. When her alarm went off at 2:45 AM she was dry, but with an urgent need to pee. She silenced her alarm and pulled back her covers. All she needed to do now was hurry to the potty. She was so excited she hopped out of bed, then it happened. Between the shock of the cool hardwood floor against her feet and the jolt of jumping out of bed, she started to lose control. Her bladder spasm hard, sending a spurt into her training panties. As hard as Claire squeezed her legs together and grabbed her crotch she continued to dribble. Then her bladder, feeling relief, contracted again, sending a bigger spurt into her training panties. Claire’s lips not only felt warm but we’re getting damp as the training panty reached its limit. Claire knew she was fighting a losing battle, so she ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could, with one hand clasped against the crotch of her training panties. About halfway down the hall, her fingers started to get wet, and by the time she got to the toilet, her training panties were soaked and pee was starting to drip from her knuckles. Like the night before, she sat on the toilet and her bladder immediately flooded her training panties. While she was again helplessly wetting herself like a little baby, her eyes noticed something on the sink. There was a pair of big girl panties, a washcloth, and a note from mom. She could not read the note from where she sat, but the thought made her smile. Once she was done she thought about how to get up, her pee was still streaming from the crotch of her training panties. Claire thought, “Well my hand is already wet.” With that she grabbed the crotch of her cotton training panties and squeezed. When she did the sodden training panties gushed urine into the toilet, as she had planned. However, some of the piss was forced back up into her mound. Claire shuddered and she felt the still warm pee spurt back up into her filling and expanding every crevice of her vagina before draining back out, through her training panties, and into the toilet. Claire thought with disgust, “Well, I finally found something grosser than wetting myself.” When Claire relaxed her grip on the crotch of her training panties, it stopped dripping. Claire use some toilet paper to wipe off urine droplets that sprayed onto her thighs and exposed butt. Then she got up and went to the sink. When she got there she took off the yellowed, wet, rapidly cooling training panties and place them in the sink. Then she read her mom’s note. “I know that you like to feel independent, so I took the liberty of laying you out some of your panties so you can change. The washcloth is just in case. – love mom. PS. If anything is wet just leave it in the sink.” Claire smiled. She turned on the water and got it nice and warm. She wet the washcloth and begin to clean herself. She cleaned her thighs, butt, around her mound, and as the warm rag moved across her mound she decided she would clean it well inside too. She rinsed the rag out and used her middle finger to slide the warm damp rag into her slit. As she cleaned herself the tingling began, she felt naughty but she really wanted to be clean. The tingles continued to grow until her knees started to feel weak and her free hand was gripping the edge of the sink for support. She needed to stop, but it felt so good. If she could just stop moving her hand, then she became aware that it was not just her hand that was betraying her, her hips for rocking too. She was being a really bad girl and knew it, but she could not stop. As she kept rubbing her slit the washcloth seem to get damper, her hips began to rock faster, and her mind became fuzzy. She became only aware of that wonderful feeling growing from between her legs. Then there was a knock on the door. Claire froze, not just her treacherous hand, but her whole body went rigid. Then she felt a burning blush grow across her face. “Claire are you OK?” her mom asked through the door. Claire was so embarrassed, well at least she had closed the door tonight. “I… I am OK, just needed to clean up.” “OK, let me know if you need anything.” “OK, thanks mom. I’m fine. You can go back to bed.” “OK, night Claire.” “Night mom.” The heat and tingles between Claire’s legs were fading but we’re still very noticeable. Claire drop the rag in the sink and slipped on her big girl panties. As Claire’s panties pressed up against her mound the warmth and tingling stop fading. Once she was sure mom was gone, she went back to her room. As she walked back to her room, she noticed that even the little her panties moved as she walked seem to wake up the tingles. As she get in bed, she had to fight the urge to let her hand slide down between her legs. “This must be why mom told me it was so naughty, once I started I can barely keep my hands out of my crotch,” Claire thought. As she placed her hands under her pillow, she decided never to touch herself like that again. The next night, Claire took all the previous precautions and put her house slippers, which she normally did not use, right where her feet landed when she got out of bed. That night, when her alarm went off at 2:45 AM. Claire got up and slipped out of bed, making sure to ease herself into her slippers. She was out the door and partway down the hall before her bladder spasmed. She doubled over and tried to maintain control. As she got control she felt her training panties grow a little warm. She had leaked a little bit but she had stopped it. As she hurried the rest of the way to the toilet, she felt a few more little spurts escape. Once she got to the toilet she dropped her training panties and sat at the same time. As soon as the cool air slipped past her damp mound she started to pee. Thankfully she was over the toilet, she had perfected this move years ago when she was younger and had more close calls. As she peed, she inspected the damage to her training panties. The crotch was yellow and damp, but she had not leaked. When she was done peeing, she wiped herself off with toilet paper, took off her training panties, and walked to the sink. She placed her training panties in the sink and slip on the big girl panties mom had left again tonight. When she glanced at the washcloth that was beside the sink she smiled, she would leave it folded up for mom to find the morning. Then she blushed when she remember what she had done with the washcloth the night before and her crotch got warm and tingly. She blushed, quickly looked away, and went back to bed. This routine had continued for several weeks. Claire did not wet the bed again, but had many close calls resulting in her training panties being wet to different degrees each night. After a month, she managed to make it to the toilet without any troubles and kept her training panties dry. At the end of the second month she felt she was ready to wear big girl panties to bed. That night Claire wore her favorite blue panties with a unicorn on the front. She wore one of her usual sweatshirts, but tonight’s was a little short, only coming to her waist. When Claire’s alarm clock went off she was not worried, she calmly turned it off and pull back the sheets to get out of bed. But then, her bladder it finally gotten one up on her. As soon as the cold air hit the gusset of her thin big girl panties her lips rapidly cooled and her bladder contracted, hard. Before her hand could reach her crotch a spurt of pee erupted, she felt a warm stream cascade down her slit and pool around her butt. She managed to get control, but as she got out of bed her bladder contracted again. This time, with her big girl panties already soaked with pee, the spurt streamed down her legs and sprayed through her gusset onto the floor. Claire rammed her hand into her crotch and she sunk down on her knees. She struggled to regain control, but it was not meant to be. Every time she stopped leaking her bladder sent a fresh little spurt of pee through her panties. Each time a she regained control it felt like her hand was pulled up into her body. But then the next spasmed would push it out again. After what fell like several minutes of fighting little spurts of urine that simply cascaded over her hands and dripped onto the wood floor or ran down her legs, she lost. Pee just began to flow out over her hands and pool on the floor. It fell like all her muscles down there were still tight but the pee just kept coming out. Here she was, again wetting the floor like a little girl, no a baby. When she was empty, she stood up, took off her panties, and laid them on the floor. From the glow of the nightlight by her bed she could see that her favorite pair of blue unicorn panties had turned green around the crotch. This upset her almost as bad as what had just happen. Sobbing quietly she wiped herself dry with tissue and when into the hall to get a towel. She wiped up the floor and wrapped her favorite pair of panties in the towel. Then she went to the restroom. Her mom had left her a spare pair of panties with a note. “I know you probably will not need them, but just in case. -Love mom.” Claire close the door and start crying. She felt she let her mom down. She knew she had let herself down. She started running some warm water in the sink and looked for a washcloth, but when she saw the washcloth she blushed. The memory of what she had done two months before rush back to her and that warm tingly feeling returned as if her crotch longed for the washcloth. Claire turn off the sink and decided to take a shower. The warm water felt really good. As the water ran through Claire’s jet black hair and over her fair, thin body, she thought back over the last two months. She sat on the floor of the shower, arms wrapped around her knees, and began to cry. She had worked so hard to stop wetting the bed, but after two months here she was, bed wet, floor wet, and she may have ruined her favorite pair of panties. About that time there was a soft knock on the door. Claire thought it was her mom so she sobbed, “Come in.” It was not her mom that came through the door, but her little sister Emily. Claire was surprised but not upset. She could see Emily was wearing a long pink princess t-shirt with a wet diaper drooping below the hemline. “What are you doing up?” Claire asked, her voice still breaking. “Oh, I heard the shower and wondered what was wrong. Emily’s room was right by the bathroom. Claire thought she must have woken her up. “Claire are you OK?” “I just had an accident and wet the bed. I thought I’d finally stopped.” Claire tried not to act upset. Although it was a little easier to tell a girl in full diaper that she wet the bed than tell her mom. “Um… Well I could wash your hair and back if it would make you feel better.” Claire was always very private about her body and normally did not let anyone see her naked. But to have someone wash her back and hair did sound very relaxing. Clara agreed and what happened next shocked her. Emily took off her nightshirt and diaper, put her diaper in the trash can, and hopped in the shower with Claire. For a moment Claire smelled a whiff of urine, but once Emily rinsed off it was gone. As Emily shampooed Claire’s long black hair, they talked. “Claire why is it so important to stop wetting the bed? You can just wear a diaper like me.” Claire did not want to offend Emily, who’s always kind to her, but the thought of anyone wearing a diaper, beside a baby, was gross. So she said, “Um, well I don’t really like wearing a diaper and I guess it’s kind of a controlled thing. I don’t want to need a diaper every night and I want to be able to take care of myself.” “Well… but don’t you like it when mom takes care if you. I… Kind of like it when mom diapers me at night.” “I think we’re just different. While I love mom and appreciate how she takes care of us, I just get a better feeling when I take care of myself.” “I guess that sounds more adult, but I kinda like…” Emily trailed off with a blush. “Oh never mind, you can rinse hair out now.” After Claire rinsed her hair, Emily washed her back and then played in the water while Claire finished washing herself. “Emily I’m done, you want me to wash your hair?” “No, but… Can you… um… Dry me off and diaper me?” This was one of the few times that Claire ever saw Emily blush such a deep red. “Um, sure let me just grab a towel,” Claire blushed a little herself at the request, especially at the thought of diapering her little sister. Claire open the door to the shower and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels hanging on the wall. She wrapped it around her sister shoulders, then grabbed one for herself and wrapped it around her own shoulders. She first dried Emily’s hair, which did not take very long as Emily’s hair was only shoulder length. She then dried Emily’s body and arms and blushed to she got down on her knees. She then dried Emily’s legs and then made to stand up. Emily saw that her big sister was about to get up and said, “Um Claire, I’m still wet down there, mommy normally dryers me off between my legs too.” Claire felt her face turn red with a hot blush, “Ah, OK. Can you spread your legs a little bit then?” As Emily spread her legs to let Claire finished drying her off, Claire tried to not think about what she was doing. Claire first reach around and dried off Emily’s bottom and then put the towel over one hand and gently patted off between her little sisters legs. Finally she dry off the inside of Emily’s legs. Claire looked up and asked, “All dry?” With a big grin Emily answered, “All dry, thank you.” “OK let me dry off and then I’ll, er… Get you ready for bed.” “OK” Claire stood up and wrapped the towel around Emily shoulders again. Then, Claire quickly dried off, getting embarrassed again at being naked in front of her little sister. Claire begin to blush when she’d wipe off between her legs and her blush depend when she noticed Emily was watching her. She decided not to say anything, she didn’t want to embarrass Emily who’d been so sweet to her tonight. After Claire finish drying off, she wrapped her towel around her hair to keep it from dripping on the floor. Claire stepped out of the shower and then turned around and helped her sister out. She went over and picked up her big girl panties and slipped them on. Again she noticed Emily watching her. Blushing with embarrassment she finally asked, “Are you watching me?” Emily’s eyes fell to the ground and her face went crimson, “Um…ah…yea. I know I shouldn’t but you are so pretty Claire.” Claire tried to keep her composure. She had already had a long night and Emily had helped her feel much better. Maybe it was ok? Emily certainly did not think anything of being naked in front of her. Claire finished dressing by pulling on her sweatshirt. Emily was still standing in front of Claire with her towel draped over her shoulders. “Um…Emily do you want to where your nightshirt to bed?” “Yep,” Emily replied, tossed her towel in the hamper, and raised her arms, expecting Claire to dress her. Claire was surprised how unabashed Emily was, just standing naked in front of her, waiting to be dressed. Claire helped Emily on with her nightshirt. Emily may not think much of being nude, but Claire felt better that Emily was not naked anymore. A few times since they were in the shower Claire had noticed that Emily seemed a little fidgety, so she asked, “Emily do you need to go potty?” “Um…no I am fine. I must have wet just before waking up.” “OK, let’s go get you ready for bed,” Claire tried to stay in a cheery voice. While she had been uncomfortable with most of what happened tonight, she feared diapering her little sister may be the most embarrassing part of the night. As they made the short walk to Emily’s room, Emily walked very close to Claire, put her arm around her big sister’s waist, and laid her head against Claire’s shoulder. When they got to Emily’s bed, Emily said, “Thank you Claire” “It’s OK, this is the least I can do for my sweet little sister, who tries so hard to cheer me up.” Claire kissed Emily on the forehead. “Emily, um where are the…supplies?” “Oh, the diapers are on the bottom shelf of cabinet there, and the baby powder is on the shelf above,” Emily responded, pointing to the cabinet by her armoire, across the room. Claire had already started over to the cabinet, but stopped in her tracks when she heard Emily tell her about the baby powder. She was surprised, at 8 Emily still got powdered. Claire was wondering if Emily really wanted to be a baby. She decided not to say anything and went and got the supplies. When she turned around, Emily had already laid out her changing mat and was lying across the bed, nightshirt already pulled well above her waist. Claire walked back to Emily’s bed, “Um, what do I do Emily?” “Well first you need to open the diaper and put the big end under my bottom, then sprinkle the baby powder in the crotch of the diaper and between my legs. Finally just rub the baby powder around on my peach and tape me up,” Emily explained, as if this were as mundane as making a PB&J sandwich. Claire just stared at her sister, red faced and completely baffled. Did her sister have no humility whatsoever? “Earth to Claire. Did you zone out? I am getting a little cold down there.” “Oh, sorry. Ok Emily can you lift up your bottom, so I can put the diaper under you?” Emily lifted and spread her legs and put her feet on the edge of the bed. Then she lifted her bottom off of the changing pad. As Claire slid the diaper under Emily’s bottom she could not help but look between Emily’s legs. In a moment she saw more of her sister than she had ever seen of herself. Emily’s lips were spread wide, due to her position on the bed. Claire tried to look away, but something caught her eye. Claire could see Emily’s pee hole, and from it a little dribble of urine was leaking out. As Claire positioned the diaper under Emily, she stared, fixated at the trickle of urine and it leaked down her sisters slit. Claire lost her view when Emily lowered her bottom onto the diaper and her lips closed. “Hey Claire, are you falling asleep?” Claire looked up red faced from her little sister’s crotch, to see Emily staring at her. Claire was mortified. Had Emily noticed her staring at her peach? Did Emily know she had leaked? “It’s OK if you want to look, but I am kinda tired now.” “Oh, no, um.. Sorry I must have dozed off. Um, powder that’s right,” Claire stammered. She did not think Emily would buy that, but it was something to say. She sprinkled power in Emily’s diaper and on her crotch. She then gently rubbed the powder over Emily’s mound, hopping Emily would not piddle on her hand or the pee already under Emily’s lips would not seep out. She glanced up at Emily, who was now happily sucking her thumb and staring at the ceiling. Claire finished rubbing in the baby powder and hand stayed dry. She taped Emily up and patted her on the thigh. “Ok all done. Was I as good as mom?” Emily looked at Claire, took her thumb out of her mouth, and said, “A little slow on the start, but my diaper feels just as snug as when mom does it.” Emily gave Claire a big smile and said, “Thank you Claire.” “No problem” “Um, Claire, can you say with me tonight?” Claire was feeling very weirded out by the night and just wanted to sleep. But, she had also enjoyed the support Emily had given her. “Claire. It’s OK you have already done enough tonight. Mom will help you change your sheets in the morning. Just sleep here.” Emily had a point. Emily may have no bladder control while she slept, but she was the one with a dry bed. “Ok, let me go wash my hands.” Claire went to wash her hands and saw Emily getting off the bed. When Claire got to the bathroom she peed again, just in case. It would look really bad if she wet her little sister’s bed. Then she washed her hands. When Claire got back, Emily had put the changing mat away and was in the bed. Emily had slid to the far side of the bed to give Claire room. Claire turned off the light and got into bed. Once Claire got into bed, Emily snuggled up to her. Claire hugged her little sister close. As Emily was snuggling up, Claire’s knee slid up against the crotch of Emily’s diaper, it was warm and felt like Emily had already wet it. She wondered if Emily had leaked before, during her diaper change, because her bladder was almost full, but she did not know she had to pee until the diaper was already on. “Emily, do you need a change?” “Um, no, I am fine, thanks. I love you Claire, good night.” “I love you too Emily, goodnight.” That was the last night Claire wet the bed and there were no more trails of pee down the hall. She had learned what to look out for and how to make it to the toilet without any bad accidents. That is not to say there were not a few night each month that Claire’s panties were not damp by the time she got to the toilet. Claire just told herself that is just life. As Claire recalled this memory she fell asleep with a smile on her face, still contemplating her final victory over diapers tomorrow.
  23. Hi everyone, A couple of days ago I was talking with J (one of my pee friends) and she told me that she has a friend that was interested in wetting and golden showers but never tried it before; J gave her my number and we began talking. The same day we decided to go out and have some drinks. Later we decided to go to a hotel and well... A lot of things happened! She is super into it and loves it! We made a lot of videos but I am just allowed to share the one attached. Hope you like it ? Kat01.avi
  24. Along time ago when billionaire Bruce Wayne was young and finish at Gotham High School and in his class was the hottest female there, who was Miss Barbara Gordon. Now Barbara had an accident on Wednesday afternoon, in English class. She desperately need to have a wee but the English teacher was such a bitch and never let any of her students go too use the toilet and most of the girls had a lot of accidents. She drank too much water at lunch and now needed to let it go, she asked “Miss Wildenberg, can I use the loo?” The teacher replied “NO!” It wasn’t soon when she peed her white panties and they were soaked and also her skirt was wet. She sat there crying as she had not done that since her old school, she was sad and unhappy but from that she made a new friend. Bruce Wayne felt her pain of humiliating herself in front of everyone and he cared for her and had a very strong friendship with her. Present Day: It was his birthday his love Vicki Vale died by the hands of The Joker and he was quite sad by it. Just then the doorbell rang, he opened it and standing there was Barbara standing there and Bruce was shocked by this. “Wow, Barbara the last time I saw you was at High School! Wow, look I’m sorry what happened to you there and I feel very sad for you when some of the other girls called you Miss pissy pants. “Thanks Bruce, I heard it was your birthday so I came to see you.” “Well thank you darling but I feel sad because my love Vicki Vale died at 12:00 today by Joker.” She gave Bruce a hug and Bruce said “I made Vicki a Batsuit called Batgirl and now she’s dead I want you to have it might smell like piss because I forgot to put something on it and she had to do it in the suit. Bruce was it deliberate or accidental? It was accidental because I thought I finished the suit but forgot to put on how to take it off. In the Batcave: Barbara and Bruce now in the Batcave and her field of vision saw the Batsuit hanging up and also the Batgirl suit and she knew it was part of her know. As she must to train under Batman as Batgirl. "Bruce I need to pee.” He simply nodded and said to pee on the floor as Barbara squatted on ground and took off her pants and panties and relieve herself in peace. Barbara put the suit on as she look incredibly sexy in it and it was easily to take off if needed to pee. “Barbara, I’m just wondering if you have a pee fetish because Vicki did.” “I can say this I do but still don’t like public accidents.” They walked back to Wayne Manor until getting to the secret entrance to Wayne Manor from the Batcave and when they got there Barbara drank to much water as she sat there. She got so distracted that she didn't even notice as her bladder began to make an aching full bladder. She held her pee in and hopefully all for the best and no wetting accidents. She had a strong visible connection with Bruce and she keep it in for a long time but no accidents yet, which was good. She then felt it’s full power now as she had to be excused or suffer the accident.She asked Bruce where the bathroom is as she started doing a pee pee dance under the table. Bruce said “Keep walking straight down on the right side.” Barbara did this and finally found it she walked in and lifted her shirt up, then unbuckled her belt, then pulled down her jeans and importantly her red panties. She shifts her sexy ass over the toilet seat and starts urinating in the toilet. She finished her pee and washed her hands and walked back to Bruce and her desperation finished. To be continued
  25. So this is a story I am writing about my favorite band! :) I'm in it too, and this is the very first time I've ever shared my omorashi fiction with anyone, so feedback is extremely welcome! and later on there will be some bed wetting. Enjoy! Chapter 1: It was the day Katie had been waiting for all year. She was FINALLY leaving to spend the whole summer in Florida with Carlos at his beach house. He had invited her, Katie's best friend Thomas, and his friends as a birthday present, and finally, they were leaving! "Now be careful," Katie's mother reminded her as Carlos pulled into the driveway. "I love you, text me, all that good stuff." "I will Mama," Katie said, hugging her mother. "Hi Mrs. Kopp," Carlos said as he walked over to them. "I promise I'll take good care of Katie." Katie let out a titter, she always felt tingles when Carlos wrapped his arms around her. "I know you will," Katie's mom said. "And I know you two won't be sleeping together, RIGHT?" "Moom!" Katie whined. Carlos chuckled. "I promise, no sleeping together," Carlos fibbed easily. He actually had packed a box of condoms at Katie's request, unbeknownst to her mother. Katie gave her mom one last hug as Carlos loaded her stuff in to the car. "I'll see you at the end of the summer," Katie promised. And she ran off to the car. As she buckled up, Carlos popped in a Taylor Swift CD, and they were off. "Carlos I can't thank you enough for this," Katie said as they got on the Highway. "Anything for you babe," Carlos smiled. Katie sang along to every song on the album, only interrupted as the album ended and Carlos' phone rang. "Hellooo?" Katie answered. "Someone's had too much Taylor Swift this morning," Logan chuckled. "We were gonna stop for Starbucks at the next exit. y'all wanna come?" "Let me ask Carlos," Katie answered, turning to her beau. "You wanna grab some starbucks?" "Sure," He said. He was feeling a little sleepy, so he figured some caffeine would help. "Yeah, we'll meet y'all there," Katie said. "Sweet," Logan said, and he hung up. Carlos pulled off the highway and followed Logan's red truck to the starbucks parking lot. "Morning beautiful," Kendall said as Katie hopped out of the car. Carlos followed behind her. "Where's your other friend?" "He's stuck at home finishing up school for the year," Katie explained. "He'll fly out next week." "Ah," Kendall answered. Suddenly James pulled up in his silver Ferrari with his girlfriend Halston, pulling up in her tan Honda behind him. "We gonna get coffee or what?" He asked, flashing his perfect smile. Everyone went inside and ordered their coffee. Katie remembered that she had medicine she was supposed to take for her bladder, but not wanting to draw attention to herself, she left the pill in her bag. That one choice though, would become her undoing. *** Everyone got back in their cars and got back on the highway. Everyone stayed in a sort of line, but Halston texted Katie that she and James were gonna stop soon for a bathroom break and they'd meet the gang in Florida. Katie then became aware that she needed a pee too. "Hey Carlos? Can we stop at the next exit?" She asked. "But we're making such good time baby," He sighed. "Well then just keep going," Katie smiled. She knew that wasn't gonna end well, but maybe she could make it. it wasn't even an hour later and she knew she couldn't. "You okay sweetie?" Carlos asked. "Um," was all Katie could manage to say. It felt like she was about to burst. "Carlos we need to stop." "But baby we're in the middle of nowhere," He sighed. Why didn't she just tell him sooner? "I promise next exit we'll get off, okay?" Katie nodded, but she knew she wouldn't make it that long. She was rocking back and forth, trying to be a lady, but ended up grabbing her crotch. Carlos popped another CD in the player, this time a Jonas Brothers one, hoping it would distract her. "Hold on baby, just a little bit longer," Carlos said, rubbing Katie's back. She gasped, and suddenly there was the sound of liquid dripping on to the floor. Carlos was on the innerstate, so he pulled the car off to the side. At this point Katie wasn't even trying to hold anything back. She had her eyes closed and tears were falling down her cheeks. It didn't take her long to get to empty, and when she did, she let out a sob. "I-I-I'm so sorry Carlos!" Katie blubbered. "Baby it's okay," Carlos said, hugging her. "I should have listened to you." Katie just laid there in his arms, sniffling and feeling beyond mortified. Then Carlos had an idea as a wave of desperation hit him too. "Would it make you feel better if I pissed myself too?" He asked honestly. "Y-you would d-d-do that for me?" Katie asked. Carlos nodded. "Then sure." It didn't take him long. All he had to do was think of the waves at the beach and his bladder let loose. Soon you could hear the liquid hitting his side of the floor, and Katie let out a giggle. Carlos smiled. "Let's go get some gas and clean up, okay?" "Deal," Katie giggled.
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