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  1. "So we need to talk" Kayla said in a forboding manner. "What? Now? We're almost at your parents!" I replied with some concern in my voice. We are on our way to her house so I can meet her mom and two sisters for the first time. We'd only been dating for two months, but she figured it was time for me to meet them, and I did too. "Yes." Kayla replied. "This is important, and we need to talk about it before you meet my family." I heard the concern in her voice and quickly changed my tune. "Of course babe, ok yeah let's talk, what's up?" We were walking through a big public park, with her house maybe another five minutes down the road. We got to a bench right off the path and took a seat. Kayla began. "So, this is kind of a big deal to me, because I didn't want to say anything until I thought we could be serious, until I thought there could be something real between us. And I feel that there is." "I do too! I know we've only been dating two months, but I've loved spending time with you, and I hope you feel the same." "Yes I do Alex! Which is why we need to talk about this right now. This isn't kind of big deal actually, it IS a big deal. About me." I started to get a little worried. Was everything ok? Did she have a condition or something? Or an odd family member? Whatever it is, I'd decided from our first date I wasn't going to judge her about anything, she's my dream girl. "Hey" I said. "Whatever it is, I'm not going to judge. Whatever it is, I don't care, I'm just happy I'm with you and I'm very excited to see our relationship goes, no matter what." She gave me a soft smile in return, but her cheeks still blushed a deep red. Whatever she was about to tell me is something that's very close to her, I'm sure. Kayla continued. "Thank you. Ok here it goes... There's no really easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I wear diapers." My brain kind of short circuited for a second when I heard that information. I didn't laugh or really do anything for about two seconds when I cought myself, should my head and said : "you wear diapers?" Kayla was still blushing, and I could tell she was trying her hardest to be calm and be steady at this moment. "Yep!" She said with a shrug. "I wear diapers. I have most of my life because I was never potty trained." I kind of short circuited again, but quickly came back. "Ok wait, I want to hear that, but back to the first thing. You wear diapers? Excuse me if I'm too forward right now, but I've stared at your ass before, Ive never noticed any sort of diaper under your clothes!" Kayla laughed and brightened up a bit. "How can you be too forward, I just told you my biggest thing! But yes, I wear diapers! The reason you don't see them is during the day I actually wear pull ups, which are basically as small and quiet as normal underwear, even when I wear leggings." I thought for a second and laughed with her. "Ok, I'll buy that. But to your second point, you were never potty trained??" I may have overdone my exclaim her, because she went back to blushing and spoke with more concern here. "Yeah." Kayla said. "I was never potty trained. You know how it's just been my mom and my sisters growing up? Well it was a very hard childhood for the three of us. She had to care for all three of us being only a year apart each, while also working a full time job. She was able to swing working from home for a little bit when we were babies, but she as she switched jobs and went up the ranks, she went back into the office when we got into school. And so because of all of that, things fell through the cracks. I'm not gonna lie, it was hard. Me and my sisters were neglected in different ways. Missed sports events, missed birthday presents, and for all three of us, she didn't have the time to potty train us. When my older sister was three she briefly ried training, but it just never stuck, she had accidents in her pants all the time. Since she was working 12 hour days while watching us, she decided potty training would have to wait and she just diapers us all the time." I stopped her here. "Ok I mean, I understand all that. I get life is hard in different ways, and I'm so sorry for your hard childhood! But what about when you went to school? When you were 5 or 6 years old?" "Don't apologize!" Kayla said. "I love my mother, we all do. We all know what she's sacrificed for our family and how hard she's worked to give us a good life, so we don't hold it against her. But yeah once we got into grade school, it was aloooot of accidents. Our family was kind of known for it at our old school. There were times where we'd try to potty train ourselves, but it never worked for more than a few days. We were all back in diapers before we knew it. We went through elementary school wearing diapers and pull ups." It was here where I asked a rather pertinent question. "When you say accidents you do mean... Pee and poop?" "Yep, number one and number two!" Kayla said. "In Pre-K and kindergarten we had wet and messy diapers pretty much every day, and our teachers knew. My mom told them it was a family medical condition, so the teachers would change us if they had to. Most of the time though we'd go through the day in our dirty diapers and our mom would change us when we got home." "Ok then, I'm still with you. But what about when you become a tween or a teen? Late elementary or early middle school?" I asked her. "Well," Kayla began. "Pretty soon it went from mom changing us, to us changing ourselves and eachother. Like I said, she really didn't have the free time to help. By the time we were in third grade we knew to bring spare diapers to school for a change when we needed, and to change ourselves if we felt the need to." I stopped her again. "Felt the need to? Would you not change yourself as soon as you felt wet?" Kayla blushed a deep red again. "Ok well, here's probably the most important part. Since our mom was away from us so much, and since me and my sisters all weren't potty trained, we all kind of developed a sort of dependency on the diapers. Call it a trauma response, call it a developmental issue, I don't care. Not being potty trained was something we shared and grew with together, and to help ourselves out, we saw it as a positive thing instead of a negative. And we'll..." Kayla trailed off and looked away. I grabbed her hand. "Hey, I'm still with you. No judgement from me, remember?" She gave me another smile, but she blushed harder than ever. "Oh fuck it. Once we were teenagers, 13, 14, 15 years old, this diaper dependency turned sexual as well." She said almost with a whisper. "Sexual?" I asked back. "Yes, sexual!" She said louder. "Being diapered our whole lives turned into us enjoying wetting and messing ourselves! So sometimes we wouldn't change ourselves right Away since it felt good to us!" Kayla was almost crying at this point, as if she was expecting me to turn and run. But I wasn't. "Hey hey hey, I hear you! I'm still not judging! I can't imagine what this has all been for you, but I'm not judging! I'm still here!" Kayla choked down a cry and looked at me. "You're not grossed out?" "No, I'm not grossed out at all." As a matter of fact, I was turned on as hell, because I also happen to have a wetting and messing fettish, but I didn't find the time to mention that yet. Kayle smiled again, and continued. "So yeah, my sister's and I learned to change ourselves pretty early on, and we all developed a diaper wetting and messing fetish because of it all." "So what happened next?" I asked her. "Well" she said. "This is when we moved. For my freshman year, ally's 8th grade year and Sophie's 10th grade year, we moved out here and started at this high school. So because of that, we were all.sbke to start fresh. No one knows about us wearing diapers, we've gotten so good at hiding it. We all wear pullups during the day like I said, because while we can't really hold our pee at all, we can usually make it until we get home for a poop. But not always." "Ahhh, it makes sense now." I said. Kayla continued. "Yeah, we all just change right when we get home into a fresh diaper. Sometimes we'll have pooped the wet pullups on the way home, sometimes not. More often then not we'll all poop our diapers maybe an hour or two after we get home, and spend the evening in them until one more chance until bed time." She stopped, was about to say something else, but just looked at me and smiled.for a second. "So yeah, that's pretty much it." Kayla said. "We all wear diapers. It's an open household, so you're gonna see it when you meet them, I told them I was gonna tell you beforehand. Sometimes we wear pants, sometimes it's easier not to." I laughed. "Yeah I would imagine!" "So... You're still here, you're not running away screaming and calling me gross. What're your thoughts?" "So you're wearing a pull-up right now?" I asked. "Yep!" She said with a smile. She then pulled down her leggings about half an inch on one of her hips, revealing a multi-colored pull-up underneath. "Is it wet right now?" I asked her as well. "Yep again!" She said. "I pee my pullups every day. And I rarely change them at school, like I said it's a turn on for me, it makes me all hot inside knowing I'm walking around everyone in a wet diaper." She said with a whisper. I looked away, as if in thought, and she stared at me expectantly. "It IS really hot you know." I said to her. "Wait, what??" She said. "Yeah, that's hot as hell Kayla. I think this diaper wearing, wetting and messing is incredibly attractive, and I'm so happy you told me!" I said to her. She looked at me with the biggest smile and with tears in her eyes. "Oh Alex!!" She came in for a really big hug and we laughed in each other's arms. At the end she gave me a very quick kiss on the lips. Our first kiss. We both stopped and just looked stunned for a second, but then smiled again. I then stood up. "So let's go meet your family!" I said. "Yes, let's!" Kayla replied. We walked the last five minutes to her house, talking all about her and her diapers. I learned that in addition to peeing and pooping in them, she also orgasms in her diapers at least once a day. I also learned she's peed in every single class she's ever had, and pooped in nearly all of them. She apparently has a secret trick to use some extra strength hand sanitizer everytime she pees or poops. The scent apparently masks her movements very well, and she's yet to be caught at the high school. "Ok we're here!" She Said. "Are you ready?" "Absolutely!" I replied. She opened the door. We walked into the main entryway of her house. Directly to our right, her mom and two sisters were sitting watching TV. All three of them immediately got up to greet us. "Hello!" All three of them said in unison. "Mom, ally, Sophie, this is Alex!" Kayla said with a very proud smile. "Hi Alex!" Her mom said. She approached me first. I held out my hand, but we ended up in a greeting huh instead. "It's so nice to meet you! We've heard so much about you!" She said. "And so handsome too!" She said, turning to Kayla. This time it was my turn to blush! As her mom stepped over to talk to Kayla, I head another "Hi Alex!" This was a short, blond haired girl who I assumed was ally. She was wearing a tank top with no bra underneath (I could tell because her nipples were VERY prominently pointing out at me). She also has on an EXTEMELY soiled diaper. It was a dark yellow color all the way up the front, and as she walked it heavily sagged back and forth, indicating a nice hefty load was sitting in the back of her diaper. Ally hugged me as well. "It's good to meet you!" I said to her. "So Kayla hasn't scared you off with all of this huh!" Ally said, gesturing her arms to everyone. But before I could respond, she also stepped back, allowing room for Sophie to come in for a hug. "Hi!" We said in unison. Sophie was wearing a t shirt, and some cotton booty shorts. I wasn't able to tell if there was a mess I. Her pull ups, but I'm pretty positive she'd prefer in them already because she had a rather wet crotch, as marked by a much darker gusset than the rest of her pants. "Yeah, you're sticking around with Kayla huh??" Sophie asked. They all now stood back and looked at me expectantly, to say something about the obvious. I chose my words carefully. "Why would I not stick around Kayla?? She's told me *all* about you all, you guys sound wonderful! Thank you so much for inviting me into your home!" I said all this as I put my arm around Kayla. My emphasis on *all* seems to have gotten the message across that I am a-ok with their bathroom habits and diaper wearing, and they were all ecstatic. Ally jumped for joy and clapped. "Oh yay I'm so glad! You're the first boyfriend of the family!" I blushed again, as Sophie gave me a big smile and a wink as well. "Let's all go have dinner, there's pizza in the oven now!" Her mom finally said. We all then turned to walk towards the kitchen. I let her family lead the way because I didn't know where I was going. But this also allowed to get another look at the three sisters' rear ends. Ally's incredibly saggy diaper was mesmerizing, mainly because I had no idea how it was staying up! It looked like a mountain of poop was in the back of her diaper. It swayed heavily back and forth between her legs, and she naturally walked with a bowlegged gait because of it. It must have sagged down at least two inches more than if it were a clean diaper. As for Sophie, hers was mesmerizing in a while different way. Namely, that I could figure out her situation! I could still see that the crotch of her shorts was wet, or at least just a different color, but it wasn't super obvious. And I couldn't really see any poop bulge, or any bulge at all for that matter, leading me to believe she had on a pull-up just like Kayla did. Speaking of which... "You guys go ahead and get dinner ready, I'm gonna go run up and change quick!" Kayla said, turning towards the stairs. "Here I'll come help you!" Ally said, running up the stairs with her. The excessive bouncing was an incredible site... Her overfull diaper shook and crinkled loudly step by step. It moved in all directions, even sagging so much that you could see ever so slightly *into* her diaper. My extended look at ally's rear end was caught by Sophie and their mother, but they didn't say anything as we walked into the kitchen, just smiled. "Want anything to drink?" Her mom asked me. "Water is fine for me, thank you!" I replied, leaning against a counter. Sophie began setting the table, but was staring at me almost the whole time. As her mom handed me the drink I said, "you have a lovely home!" "Aw Thank you!" She said. "I know this must be a whole lot for you Alex, how're you doing?" Sophie paused and held the last plate in her hands, waiting for me to answer. "You must be referring to..." I gestured in a way that signified the obvious. "To be completely honest, it doesn't phase me at all. Kayla told me the whole story, I have no judgement for her or any of you whatsoever. I have siblings and relatives who are in diapers, so I'm not stranger. And plus, I'm truly enjoying all of you!" Their mom gave me a look of impression and approval, while Sophie blushed and finished setting the table. Her mom continued, "Yeah, I know it's pretty unorthodox. But we all did our best, and this is just how things turned out. I always said we could try potty training again later, but once the girls began changing themselves, the diapers just stuck. So I though, why fight it? When they're happy, I'm happy." "Makes sense to me!" I replied. "Kayla is just fantastic, and learning this about her just makes me want to get to know her even more!" I said, perhaps sharing too much. Sophie stole a glance my way, but neither of them said anything. Before the silence turned awkward, Kayla and Ally headed back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ally walked through first in her soaking wet and full diaper. And Kayla walked behind, stopping in the doorway, looking at me expectantly. She had the same shirt she was wearing, as well as the grey leggings she was wearing before, but now she had on a big white diaper. I could tell because this time the bulge was obvious underneath her leggings, plus some of it was sticking out the top the waistband. I was awestruck, as it was the most adorable and attractive thing I'd ever seen. "Hey there!" I said as she looked at me smiling. I walked over and put my arm around her. "Ready for some pizza?" "I sure am!" She said back. "They didn't scare you off, did they??" Gesturing towards her mom and Sophie. "Oh please!" Sophie said. "If he hasn't left already, what could we have said that would have made him run for the hills!" We all broke out in laughter as her mom cut the pizza. We took our seats and began chatting with one another. I sat next to Kayla, while her mom say at the far end of the table. Ally say directly across from me, and Sophie next to her. "Ally, are you sure you don't need a change before we eat?" Their mom asked. "I said the same thing upstairs! Ally that thing is FULL!" Ally blushed, but spoke with confidence: "hey now, I know there's more to come, I don't want to waste a diaper!" Sophie chimed in, "girl that things about to fall right off you, how is it a waste?" "Because I don't want to waste this on a new diaper!" She retorted back. It was then ally stood up from the table and bent over. I couldn't believe my eyes, but she began pooping even more! We all heard a rather loud fart, followed by the tell-tale crinkle of poop moving into her diaper. From my angle I could see her diaper sag *even lower* than it already was. The fresh mess settled into the bottom of ally's diaper, and the tapes keeping it up now seemed to stretch to their limits. The legholes now had daylight shining through them as they weight of her poop dragged the diaper down. I could even see a few poop marks, but nothing too extreme. "Ahhhhhh!..." Ally said. "Damn ally, what'd you eat today!" Kayla said. "Yeah girl that's a crazy amount of shit in you! Well... Out of you!" Sophie added with a laugh. "No idea!" Ally replied. "But trust me... I don't mind at all!" Ally plopped back down in her seat, and the look on her face said it all: she was in ecstasy. Her cheeks were flush, her nipples sticking out even farther than before, and her left hand was in a fist, as if she was trying to keep it together. Yeah, she was very much turned on, and probably trying to keep an orgasm at bay, at least for the time being. "Well now that that's over, why don't we dig in!" Their mom said. We began to eat the pizza and just have a great time together. I learned a few more things about the family. Like how their mom never remarried after their dad left them, how she has no problems with her daughters diaper habits, and how all three girls like to do their business. Ally is obviously an open book, she'll let you know she's dropping a load if you couldn't hear it already. Sophie meanwhile was the more reserved on. She never held anything back, but she was good at hiding it if she wanted to. Plus, she seemed to be more modest on the whole anyway. Kayla was a happy medium, going whenever the feeling hit her, making a show of it when she wanted, or keeping it to herself if she wanted as well. The other thing I learned is that this really is a sex positive household. Being that it's a house of only women, their mom raised them in a different way. She's a rather progressive woman, so she gave her daughters the freedom to explore things as they wanted. They said that's partly where their affinity for diapers came from. With that, I also learned clothing is largely optional in the house. The mom usually will have shorts and a top on, but not always. But as for the girls, diapers and nothing else was the norm. Shirts and pants would be on and off here and there, but the house being all girls meant none of them felt the need to cover up. Tonight they all had tops on to keep me comfortable, as well as to gauge if I was a creep or not (my words, not theirs.) I feel like I'm passing in the not-a-creep department, but only time will tell if they're brave enough to go topless around a man in their home. I figured there's different levels to that as well. Like with ally, I figured she was about to jump right out of her top. It left little to be desired anyway, with her pointy nipples sticking out like she was smuggling candy corn. Sophia said she usually keeps a bra on but rarely has a shirt, so this must have been an odd night for her as well. Kayla though, she was still trying the hardest to gauge my reaction to all of this. We'd only been dating two months, but I think she thinks she still has to maintain some sort of normalcy for my sake. Weather I'm right or wrong, it certainly helped ease my way into their family. About half way into dinner was when I noticed the next sister have their way with their diaper. Ally was still happily sitting in her massive mess, occasionally rocking herself in it here and there (in what I thought was an effort to rub herself off, but I couldn't be sure.) But Sophie was more or less acting normal the whole night. That is until, ally was going on about some sort of story. It was here where I caught sophie sort of sit up straight and relax herself with a deep breath. I couldn't hear anything over ally's voice, but I was sure Sophie was peeing her pull-up! Her posture gave it away. She slowly relaxed her shoulders, and had a very glossed-over look on her face, as if the feeling of emptying her bladder was washing over her. If my suspicions of her wet pants were correct from before, then I should see a tell tale sign of wetness right about now. I pretended to knock my fork off the table in order to get a glimpse of her crotch. This time I didn't linger, but I didn't have to. As I reached down for my fork, I looked at her crotch and saw a waterfall of pee overflowing from her pants and out over the edge of her chair. It was quiet as it fell onto the carpet, but it was certainly obvious. The gusset of her shorts was entirely a different color now, as I'm sure was the butt of her pants. I figured she must have overfilled her pull-up, seeing as how it was wet before as well. Once back up at the table, I saw Sophie staring directly at me with a smirk. I froze, but Sophie game me a wink before looking away. No one else was any the wiser, so I resumed listening to ally's story. Ten minutes later, we all decided to clean up dinner and head to the living room to talk some more. Ally plopped down on the couch with her legs sprawled wide open and her arms out. With her tank top, it seemed like her boobs were gonna pop right out the sides! They stayed hidden though, just barely so. Her diaper though, liked more soiled than ever before. I had sat in a couch directly across from her, and I could see how some of the poop had ridden up into her crotch, which was now a mixture of brown and yellow. She gave me a wink as well when she caught me staring, forcing me to try and look away. Sophie them sat down next to her, making no effort to hide her now very wet bottom. I could also see her pull up sagging in her crotch, as it was now fully saturated with her pee. It was an incredible site to see. Kayla took a seat next to me and covered us up under a blanket. Tonight was game night at their house, so we got started with some charades. The game was going well for a few minutes, when I suddenly heard a soft gasp come from Kayla. I looked over her, only to see her still paying attention to the game, albeit with a very red face. Before I even had time to think about it, Kayla grabbed my hand and put it in her crotch. I *instantly* felt the warm rush if pee flowing into her diaper. Her whole crotch was warm as my palmed rested in between her legs. The slow, soft ripple I felt was unlike anything I had felt before. While this was happening I was utterly shocked. It was all I could do to just stare into space and not draw any attention to myself. Kayle meanwhile, she's a pro at this. She was still laughing and actively engaging in the game while she peed and held my hand in her crotch. Her pee lasted maybe 30 seconds before it tapered off. Towards the end, I could even feel her leggings get a little moist. The diaper hadn't leaked, this was no pull-up after all, but the saturation in the diaper made the outside of it a little wet, and therefore made her leggings a little damp and dark as well. She gave my hand a squeeze once she finished, and placed it back on my leg. I finally snapped out of my trance and got back into the charades, but it was very difficult! My mind was scrambling. How could I get so lucky? This was the best night of my life! Right after this though, I was given another treat from ally. It seems that her horniness had gotten the best of her, because I could tell she was openly masturbating as her mom tried to do a charade. She wasn't straight up fingering herself, but she was rhythmically running the front of her diaper, not caring if I or anyone else saw her. She was a pro at this too though, because she was also still taking part in the game. But when she had a moment to breathe however, she finished herself off. She closed her eyes for about twenty seconds, sped up her running, and had a glorious orgasm. She bucker her hips multiple times, and seemed to hold back what would have been a very powerful grunt. I think she squirted as well, as I saw her soiled diaper get even wetter still towards the end. Once she opened her eyes, she was looking directly at me, as I looked directly at her. Neither of us looked away for about three seconds, before ally finally got up. "Ok guys, I finally need to go shower and change, are we about done here?" She asked. "Wait let me get one last one in!" Kayla exclaimed. "All right, hop to it sis!" Ally said back. Kayla got up, pulled her card, and began acting out her charade. We all began shouting out words at her in an attempt to guess, but none of us could get it. It eventually devolved into us just shouting nonsense, causeing us all to break out in hysterical laughter! Kayla was laughing so hard it was adorable. But then, it was downright sexy. She was hunched over, holding one hand over her mouth and one on her hip when she suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God!" None of us broke our laughter, but all of our attention was squarely on her now. She was turned to the side, so I could see her butt, and I already knew where this was going. We all suddenly heard a loud fart from her rear end, and this only caused all four of us to laugh even harder. With the hard laughter, Kayla pushed out a poop into her diaper with such force, it's like she instantly grew a tail. The crinkles kept going, letting us all know she was still pooping. It all settled into the back of her roomy diaper quite nicely, making her leggings stick out and down at least two inches. It was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "I think that's enough for charades!" Their mom said through fits of laughter. "I think that's enough of my diaper too!" Kayla added. We all broke out in even more laughter, seemingly unable to stop. I can't wait to come back to Kayla's house as soon as possible!!
  2. Chapter 1: Manas and Valora Two friends living rough, make do as they wait for new housemates. *** Slouching on the couch, exhausted after a long day of work Valora sighs “Can you cook tonight? Manas standing in the doorway, ready to head back to his room, sighs in response “Sure, but you never like my meals” Valora groans briefly before responding “I know, I know! But I just can’t ok, I’m flat out at work, the least you could do is cook for us once in a while!” Manas opens his mouth to respond, but pauses to reconsider his words “You know… … I will cook as I know your doing a lot. But don’t forget I do all the cleaning… and I’m looking for other house mates.” Valora only sighs in response, her anger wanting to show itself. But she knows Manas understands, they are both struggling in their current predicament. Valora turns on the tele, just to relax for a while. Feeling stressed out Manas walks to the bathroom and decides to relieve himself. He would usually stand to pee, but he sits down to try and relax, closing his eyes and somewhat meditating as he empties his bladder. When washing his hands, he splashes his face to regain focus. Manas then heads to the kitchen and ponders what he’ll make. It can be a challenging decision for Manas as he lacks culinary talent. Although he can cook food he doesn’t mind, Valora’s requirements are rather high, and her temper short. Manas considers Cheese toasties and ramen. But those wont satiate Valora, and he’d rather not receive her wrath. Then he remembers they have mince. He could cook up some nachos, the one meal he can actually cook somewhat competently. So, he begins to prepare that in the kitchen. After a short while of mindless tv Valora gets up and heads to the kitchen, sniffing and smiling “Ahh nachos, your one good meal”. Manas squints back feigning offence but understanding its pretty accurate. “But we don’t have Doritos” Valora continues. Manas freezes for a moment “Well… shit!” Valora groans in response. Manas thinks for a moment “I… I’ll just chop up some salad, yeah, salad and mince. That’s fine right?” Valora nods in agreement before leaving down the hallway. She heads to the bathroom as she still hasn’t peed since work. When away from home she would usually pee from above the seat, but at home and due to her exhaustion, she sits down and just relaxes this time. As she empties her bladder, she lets out a long relaxed sigh. She then dries herself and washes her hands before returning to Manas. Manas begins plating up their salad and mince. Placing the mince in iceberg lettuce leaves, as a substitute for tacos or nachos. When he spots Valora he hands her plate over and they both head to the table. Manas returns to the fridge to get drinks whilst Valora sits down and begins to eat. Manas soon returns, filling their glasses before sitting down to eat also. “Hmmm, this actually isn’t half bad” grins Valora. Manas smiles back pleased. After a short pause Valora then confronts Manas with an odd tone “Manas… I have been quite frustrated lately. “Yeah, I know, I’m looking for house mates…” “No not like that, well that also, but sexually” she glances away slightly red Manas looks back at her surprised at first but then chuckles back “Oh is it that time again” “Oh, fuck you!” snaps Valora Manas looks confused, then catches up “Oh shit sorry, not like that” he laughs awkwardly “I just meant time for some more mutual…” he drifts off, still awkward about the topic as they have only done it twice before. “Yes, I want that again. I need to relieve stress from work” “I understand, same as last time?” “Well, I was… never mind, yes just like last time” “No no, what were you going to say?” “I want something more, a kink of mine…” Valora goes quiet, uncharacteristically nervous. Manas’s eyes light up “Oh? I’m listening” Valora continues, though weary “I would like… to um… I would like to pee on you” Manas goes silent, his face pale, his cock hard. He clears his throat “You would like to pee on me?” “Yes!” she responds almost aggressively. “You know, I am actually aroused by pee too, you have no idea how excited I am to hear that we share that interest.” Valora looks at him smiling and taking a calming breath “You do? I think I know now.” “However ‘Lora, I am not particularly fond of the idea of you peeing on me.” “What, you just said you liked pee too?” Valora responds, her temper growing once more. “I do, but I’d rather watch you wet yourself then to pee on me. You see, I am fond of desperation and wetting” Valora pauses for a moment “I will not wet myself!” “Ok, well could you at least hold till desperate?” he queries. “As long as I can pee on you” Manas nods “Just uh, not the face ok” Valora rolls her eyes a little before smiling back. Manas smiles back also “So you will hold until desperate, then you will shower me in your piss?” “Yes, sounds good” “In the bath I suppose? And I guess you better drink up…” She nods back before filling her glass with more water “Hey, can you grab me a can of cola from the fridge then. Manas goes to the fridge but returns with three cans. He places two cans in front of her “Have two, fill that bladder up” he chimes excitedly “And well, I was thirsty too” as he opens his can. Valora obliges and begins to down her glass of water and cans of soda. She and Manas sit and watch tv as she fills her bladder. The pair chat about their desires as they are both excited, discovering they both enjoy pee, but from less than compatible angles. Valora begins to squirm lightly. “Ok, time to pee” she says standing up. “Wait, can’t you hold a bit longer?” Manas queries. “No, I am going now, come on” she demands. Manas follows Valora to the bathroom. “I’m excited for this, just remember, not the face. Chest and genitals are fine” Valora chuckles “Genitals… just say cock you prude” Manas rolls his eyes as the pair enter “Whatever” He begins to strip. Valora watches then follows. The two watch each other as they strip naked in front of one another. Manas steps into the tub and lays down as best he can. In an awkward position as he waits patiently for Valora. His mostly erect cock laying to the side on his abdomen. Valora steps in, her feet either side of him. Still holding herself, covering her vulva from view. But Manas’s dick grew despite this, her stunning form in self holding desperation drives him wild. His cock already begins to twitch in anticipation. Valora looks down at Manas, he was pretty attractive to her, and she was about to shower him, she was about to pee on one of her best friends, how exciting she thought as she moved her hand away from her labia revealing herself to him. “I’m ready when you are… you don’t mind if I touch myself?” She wished to control his orgasms, but new it wouldn’t go over well “Yea, sure, go ahead” as she spread her legs a little more getting ready to release her desperate bladder all over him. Manas slid his hand down to his cock and held it. Not jerking yet, waiting for her stream. He already wanted to cum so bad. He just looked up at her and smiled in anticipation. Valora smiled mischievously as she began to relax. First a few drops. Manas’s cock twitched as the drops hit his thighs. Then a squirt hit his sack, Manas moaned. Then Valora moaned as her flood gates opened and she began streaming her hot piss over his body. Manas began to stroke himself as he watched Valoras pussy gush piss over him. His chest getting a splash, he turned away to protect his face. Valora noticed and groaned lightly, she corrects her aim at his junk. Manas turns back smiling thankfully as her stream strikes his tip. He moans out as he begins to cum. Valora’s body covers in goose bumps at the sight of him cumming to her shower. She continues to pee for a little longer, halting to a few drips a little after he finishes cumming on himself. “That was amazing! Thanks for that ‘lora” Valora smirks back at Manas before stepping out of the bathtub. She walks over to a purple towel hanging off the doorknob, pulls the hanging corner towards herself and wipes herself dry. Manas’s eyes go wide as he watches her dry her pussy and thighs on his towel. She looks back cheekily. Without any further interaction Valora dons her clothes and leaves the room. Manas still laying in the tub, wet and sticky. Smiling giddily. After a moment of internal thought, manas steadies to his feet and waddles to the shower, holding his hands at his abdomen, attempting to prevent the dripping of substances onto the floor. Once in Manas relieves his bladder with a long sensual sigh. Then continues to shower like normal. Valora once in her room lays on her bead, lowers her red dolphin shorts and lowers her hand to her lips. She thinks about the events just past and begins to pleasure herself. Once she hears the shower running, she stops holding back and lets herself moan out. Sending her fingers in and not just running around the outside. She manages to orgasm before the shower stops. She cleans up and heads out to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and turns the tv back on. Not even a minute later she hears the bathroom door open, she continues to watch tv, not acknowledging it. After his shower he throws his old clothes into the laundry tub, dries himself with his towel, thinks about how it was used to dry her and smiles. He realises he didn’t bring in a change of clothes. But shrugs as he throws the towel in the tub and just struts out in the nude. Manas looks down the hallway towards the living room, over the horizon of the couch he can see the back of her head. He makes a funny stance and swings his cock around a little. Then blushes and turns away at his silly act before continuing to his room to get dressed. Once dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts he strolls down the hallway to Valora and sits beside her. They glance casual smiles at each other before turning back to watch their show. Once the show they watch together is over Manas heads back to his room, leaving Valora to watch the next show on her own. When Manas returns to his computer he finds an exciting message, with a grin across his face he jogs down the hallway and carelessly interrupts Valoras viewing of her show “Hey! ‘Lora, we have potential housemates” “Oh! Who?” “Their names are Yasu and Reiki” “Two guys huh?” “Yeah, well it’s expected to be 2 of either more than 1 of both” he shrugs “Yeah, you didn’t choose guys over girls, did you?” “No, we need house mates so bad I don’t have the room for such bias, and anyway, I wouldn’t have a problem with living with three girls” he laughs Valora peers back unimpressed. “So uhh, if your cool with it, they’re ready to visit this weekend” “Yeah, let’s get some other peeps here, even if it’s all guys, who knows, maybe I’ll have a reverse harem” she laughs “You wish” “So, what were their names again?” asks Valora Manas looks down at his phone, “Yasu and Reiki.” *** (Not the best start, i considered reworking this, might still. But i'd never submit it if i try to perfect it)
  3. I’m not sure if we can post messing stories here but i know there are people interested in poop accidents as well. This is the story of my only real poop accident past my childhood age and it was mortifying for me. I was 12 years old but I remember it very clearly. My parents, my sister and me were visiting four of our relatives and we were all walking in the city. We got to a playground which me and my sister played on and the grown-ups were all standing around and talking to one another. I noticed I really had to poop but I kept ignoring my need and continued playing. I realized I couldn’t make it much longer but I was still too shy to walk up to all the grown-ups and tell them I had to go the bathroom now. And I wanted to let them talk, I didn’t want to disturb their conversation. Suddenly I slowly felt poop coming out and I really couldn’t hold on anymore so some poop made its way into my pants. And since there was already poop in my pants and I knew I couldn’t hide it anyway I decided to push everything out into my pants. I involuntarily peed a bit while doing it too. It felt really good to be finally able to go after having to hold on so long. I really went alot, my pants were totally full when I was done. After this act, I started blushing when I realized that now I had to own up and tell my parents. I decided to just tell them to just get it over with, since they would find out anyway. I awkwardly waddled towards the group and they noticed what I did before I even said anything. My mom asked me „Did you poop your pants“ and I just nodded. She got kind of annoyed and asked me: „Why didn’t you tell us you had to go?“ Her being disappointed about it made me upset too and I started stammering and said „I didn’t really notice I had to go that badly. I didn’t mean to…“ and I suddenly started crying. Her seeing me cry probably triggered her motherly instinct and she gave me a hug and whispered into my ear: „It’s ok. I understand. Let’s go find a place where you can clean up.“ My younger sister thought it was really funny that I pooped my pants and laughed at me but my dad and my relatives saw I was very upset so they didn’t comment anything negatively. My mom took my hand and we started looking for places with public toilets for me. She asked a few stores but they didn’t end up having public toilets. So I ended up having to walk 20 minutes through the city with full pants. My walk was very awkward and many people noticed me along the way. I cried all the way even though everyone was trying their best to comfort me to make me stop crying. We finally got to a Italian restaurant that let us use their bathroom. What sucks is that the waiter also noticed what I did and also asked me directly „Did you poop your pants?“ just like my mom asked me. I didn’t reply but hearing his remark made me cry again. My mom escorted me to the bathroom but I went into a stall on my own and tried to dump my poop from my pants into the toilet. After 20 minutes I still wasn’t done cleaning up but my parents called me and told me we wanted to leave. My underwear was a complete mess but I wasn’t sure if I should throw it away or not so I just put on my soiled underwear and pants, zipped up my zipper and left the bathroom. My pants were stained and there was a brown spot on the back of my pants so literally could have seen what I did. Luckily my parents accepted to take me home instead of continuing to walk through the city with my relatives. But I still had to walk all the way back. When we made it to our family car (My relatives went home in their own car) I was very quiet the entire ride. I remember my sister complaining about the smell and we had to open the car windows. When I finally got home, I took off my clothes and washed them and I took a bath which finally calmed me down a bit. But when it was time to sleep I got sad again and asked my parents if I could sleep in their bed with them that night and they let me. When I was lying in bed with them they reassured me again that it was ok to have an accident and that I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. I apologized to them for ruining the evening but they comforted me and told me I didn’t ruin it and that we wanted to leave anyway. After a lot of comforting I managed to finally sleep. The next day I already felt somewhat better. But what also sucked is that in the next couple days my parents made sure to often keep asking me if I had to use the bathroom and I hated that they had to keep asking this because it embarrassed me and made me feel like a toddler. But I understand why they did it. They weren’t trying to embarrass me, they were just trying to prevent another accident. And after all I really did have an accident that night, so I really couldn’t complain. So this is my memory, fellow omo-lovers. It is a 100% real story, and it was my only real poop accident after I grew out of having daytime accidents as a small child. That’s why I remember it so clearly. But now, many years later, I don’t feel bad about this experience anymore. I think no one really judged me for it so it was fine afterwards. At the time I felt helpless and miserable but now looking back at it I think it’s kinda cute that it happened.
  4. A while back I discovered that I enjoyed some of the audio-only omo clips on Clips-4-sale and similar sites, or at least the concept of them. They tended to miss the mark for me in various ways. Recently, I've been playing around with some text to speech stuff and wondered if I could do anything with it. I set out to create a couple short omo-themed audio plays, just for personal use. But, hey, might as well share the results in case anyone else gets something out of it. This first one is a simple road trip accident. It's supposed to be a sort of POV experience with your dad, mom, and little sister. There's a male and a female version (only basic pronoun changes). Just don't expect anything too spectacular. Text-to-speech has come a long ways, but it's still very limited. Road Trip Accident - Female.mp3 Road Trip Accident - Male.mp3
  5. Hello everyone, as you may have noticed from the title I have this theory that maybe I have a mother who is into desperation and/or peeing. Now, I'm of course not sure if she really is, but I've had some ineresting moments with her where I started to think that there might be a little love for the act in her: Since I was a kid she always came home frome work or an appointment really desperate to pee (crossed legs, hands in her crotch, etc.) and this went on until this day, so far nothing suspicious really, but over the last few years there have been moments where she came home apparently bursting when the bathroom was occupied by one of us. In moments like these she started moaning and telling everyone how much she needed to pee and that she's about to wet herself, but everytime she waited patiently for the bathroom to be free without problems or any sign of desperation at all (with some exceptions), sometimes she even "forgot" to use it after some of us got out. It is moments like these where I started to think that the need to pee of my mom isn't really as urgent as she makes it out to be and that her desperation sometimes is fake (or just exagerated). Maybe she's just acting because she likes the feeling of needing to pee and holding her crotch and maaaybe we share the same passion without knowing it. So before jumping to conclusions I thought to ask you guys what you think about this? Has some of you experienced something similar with your mom or a family member? I would love to hear from you! ?
  6. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    This is expected to be the first of a serie of artworks related to ABDL family scenes. Hopefully characters will be recurring on next artworks and some captions will be telling you the life stories of each individual character. Enjoy it!
  7. Those liking diaper fiction might enjoy Weekend at the Grandparents in the Fiction and Fanfiction forum. It involves 2 sisters one in diapers and the other trying to avoid diapers. Lots of interaction between family members. Discovery why incontinence runs in the family. Why diaper fiction do you like?
  8. Wow, so it has been since 2011 that I actually posted something. I've still lurked from time to time but have been busy and nothing great worth posting. Older, we have a kid now, Joy still sometimes indulges me by wetting for me on special occasions. I've written about my sister-in-law (SIL) before but now she's in her mid-20s, still hot as all get out, tight body runner with 32D breasts (I've seen one of her bra tags), tiny waist, firm butt and legs... the works. The type of girl guys fantasize about - and I have... Anyway, we took a family vacation to visit relatives out of state and SIL and her husband and Joy and I and our kid flew up and other family met us there, so it was a big group for a week. Towards the end of the week we were staying in the house and a bunch of them decided to play the game "Watch Ya Mouth" - where everyone has these weird plastic things that go in your mouth that hold your lips apart and then you try to speak and your team-mate has to try to understand what you are saying and get the word correct to get points. I was not playing, just sitting off to the side watching and playing on my phone. The playing group was nearby at the dining table and having a good time with lots of laughter. I could see SIL clearly from my seat. As her next turn came up I watched out of the corner of my eye as she tried to speak with the mouthpiece in and kept laughing at the results. The more she laughed the more she fidgeted around in her chair. She was nearly to the point of crying a minute or so later and then she suddenly shoved her free hand down to her crotch. She was laughing very hard, face red, tears on her cheeks, knees sqeezed together and bouncing. Finally she was able to make a noise that wasn't laughter, 'I 'eed!" she squealed. Nobody could understand her and most were still laughing. She said again, "I 'eed! I 'eed! I 'eed I ants!" Finally the others realized what she was saying and more laughter ensued. SIL took the plastic thing out of her mouth and wiped away slobber and tears. More clearly now she said, "I peed my pants! I'm not even kidding, y'all!" Everyone else was just amused, but I was completely enthralled and aroused. My wife was across the room from me and we caught eyes and she just grinned and rolled her eyes at me. Someone told her to go to the bathroom, so she pushed her chair back and stood - everyone still laughing. She pulled her hand away briefly and on the front at the V of her crotch her jeans were dark, though barely noticeable from the front. She turned to head to the bathroom in the hall, with her back towards me, and from that angle the results were obvious. Her butt was wet on both cheeks and her upper thighs for a few inches on each side like an inverted heart shape with the point facing up near her middle butt. This was no small leak - it was quite a big leak. She hobbled quickly to the bathroom, which more loud laughter from the crowd as they each as her soaked butt in turn. SIL spent a minute or two in the bathroom emptying the rest of her bladder and came back out red faced and embarrassed. She walked past us all to the stairs near my chair to go change, giving me a good long look from both front and back as she approached and passed me and then went up the stairs with her butt facing me almost directly. I was completely hard and throbbing and wanted nothing more than to follow her and masturbate into her soaked panties, honestly. My wife watched me watching her sister leave and texted me. "I'm guessing you enjoyed that, huh?" I replied, "Honestly, yes. Of course. It doesn't matter that it is your sister. Or mean anything." She said, "Ok. I trust you." I smiled at her and she smiled back. SIL came back down the stairs a few minutes later in new shorts, still slightly red and sheepish. She got some good-natured ribbing, of course, but out of love, from the rest of the family. After they had resumed playing their game for a while I went upstairs to "use the bathroom" myself. I quickly ducked into SIL and her hubby's room and looked around but saw nothing. I went into the shared bathroom and closed the door only to turn around and find her jeans and panties in a pile on the floor by the tub! I picked them up and examined them, taking in the size and shape of the wetspot on her jeans, how her grey cotton panties were soaked and dark from just in front of the crotch to halfway up the butt. I sniffed them but there was barely any scent of urine as she drinks a lot of water. They were no longer warm but now the cold, clammy dampness that comes after a wetting. My cock was throbbing at this point. I couldn't believe I got to see my hot SIL wet herself like that and then be up-close-and-personal with the wet clothes. My phone buzzed and it was my wife, "Need a hand?" I replied, "Absolutely." I hurriedly put the wet jeans and panties back where I found them, as close to exactly the same as I could, and went out into the hallway to wait for Joy. She came up the stairs grinning at me. I didn't try to hide my erection from her. She just laughed quietly and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?" We kissed and I grabbed her and pulled her close and pressed against her. "I can't help it," I said. "I know," she replied. "For what it's worth," I said, "I'm sorry I get this way even though it was your sister." She said, "It's ok. I understand. Now, how do we get you not 'this way'?" She pulled me into our room, closed the door, and took me in her mouth to relieve my tension, which she did in no time at all.
  9. Happy (almost) spring! I've had three (maybe four) one-shots spinning around in my head for the past few weeks, so I thought I'd try to get one out. Thank you so much for reading! *** A Disney employee was waiting on the dock with Owen’s wheelchair. She smiled encouragingly as the 16-year-old clambered out of the boat from the Jungle Cruise and settled into the chair. Owen’s parents, Neil and Jo Keating, and his siblings, 13-year-old Hunter and 8-year-old Emma followed. It was just past 11:30 in the morning, and they’d been at Magic Kingdom since a little before 9, on a much-anticipated family vacation that they’d been planning for over a year. The fact that they were on the vacation was something of a miracle. Six months ago, Owen had started feeling absolutely awful – inexplicably exhausted all the time, drained from even the most minor of physical activity. Just at the start of his junior year of high school at that point, Owen had been horrified by his sudden lack of ability to keep up in class or on the field. Owen had never been a superstar in sports or academics, but he was incredibly well-liked. Owen was the kind of kid who just never caused any trouble. He was polite but not obsequious, friendly but not cheesy. He was just the kind of guy who everyone wanted around and no one ever had to worry about. So when, after nearly a month and several doctor’s visits, Owen was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, it had been a blow. Suddenly, he couldn’t be relied on for much of anything. He took weeks off of school, struggling to keep up with his work online and at home. Sports and extracurriculars were out of the question. He couldn’t even help out with chores at home without taxing his limited stamina reserves. For several months, it looked like Disney was going to be out of the question, even though most of the trip was already paid for. Owen had felt terrible, but the prospect of preventing his family from going on vacation only strengthened his resolve to get better. With every ounce of extra energy he had (which wasn’t a lot), he read up on CFS, looking online, reading research articles and clinical trials, and talking to doctors. Owen stopped trying to push himself through physical activity in an attempt to be “normal,” and instead focused on recovery, gently working back up to higher levels of exertion. The plan worked and, in the new year, Owen managed to improve enough to go back to school. He still couldn’t play on any teams, and he and his parents were careful to monitor his activity and diet, but he was able to look and act far more like a typical high school student. After multiple promises not to exert himself too much – he’d use a wheelchair in the parks, he’d take breaks throughout the day – Owen finally got his doctor’s okay to go to Disney World. So during spring break, in early March, the Keatings flew into Orlando. Jo had worked diligently in the preceding weeks to talk to Disney representatives and arrange accommodations. They’d have a rental wheelchair for Owen the entire time, both at the resort and in the parks, and, since he could transfer himself, there were no rides that he wouldn’t be able to access. Owen had been ecstatic with relief. He’d already put his family through so much, with doctor’s appointments and changed schedules and just a general disruption of their lives. He didn’t know what he would have done if they’d had to cancel their vacation on account of him. But even though the first morning had been gentle – just a few easy rides (well, most of the rides at Magic Kingdom were easy) – Owen wasn’t feeling great after climbing off the Jungle Cruise boat. The prior day of travel had taken a toll, and, even in March, the rising Florida heat was threatening his comfort. Back out in the sun, Owen’s vision swam a bit. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the first prickles of a headache creeping up the base of his skull. He’d barely even done anything; how could he be tired already? With effort, Owen directed his attention to his family’s conversation. Jo and Emma were happily discussing the guide’s jokes from the Jungle Cruise, with Neil eagerly supplying his own themed puns. Hunter, as usual, didn’t contribute much, but did let a little excitement slip through when the topic switched to their next destination. Space Mountain. Owen shuddered, then instantly hoped that no one noticed. Luckily, for the first time in months, none of the attention seemed to be on him. It was exactly what he had hoped for. They were all acting just like a normal family. No one was fretting or asking if he was OK. Emma wasn’t nervously wringing her hands, old enough to be worried, but too young to really understand how to help. Hunter wasn’t ducking his head, seemingly desperate to be anywhere but around his weak embarrassment of a brother. So Owen smiled. He looked down at his watch and confirmed what he’d thought; if they were heading to Space Mountain, then it was almost lunchtime. They’d go on the ride and then find somewhere to eat and rest. Taking deeper breaths, Owen took stock of his body, just like his therapist had taught him. He had a tiny headache, but it wasn’t too bad. He felt a little tired – enough to know that he likely wouldn’t be able to walk very far right now – but not enough to make him slump over in the chair. He was sweating a bit, but they’d be inside soon, where it would be cooler. And he had to pee, but only in the normal, late-morning way, nothing urgent. As they crossed into Tomorrowland, Owen perked up a bit. It had been years since he’d ridden Space Mountain for the first time, but the giant, white structure hadn’t changed. Their passes would let them skip the long line, he’d enjoy the ride, and then he’d get to take a bit of a break. The inside of the building was blessedly dark and cool. Owen inhaled deeply, grateful for the air conditioning. Shelter from the bright, warm sunlight made him much more confident in his decision to saying nothing about how he was feeling. Of course, in nearly the same moment that Owen started to feel more comfortable, his wheelchair hit a small bump on the floor, jostling his body and, more importantly, his bladder. It wasn’t drastic – he didn’t leak or anything – but he was reminded, for the billionth time in the past 6 months, that his body was not his own. He couldn’t just excuse himself to run to the bathroom; he’d have to ask his dad to take him after the ride, or at least hope that someone else in the family suggested a bathroom stop on the way to lunch. The FastPasses worked as promised, and the family strolled past the standard line, scanning their bands and turning off to the side to the accessible entrance. They came out on the opposite side of the tracks as the other people in line, an attentive ride attendant ready to help them into the seats. Owen smiled and responded with the appropriate level of excitement when the attendant asked if he was ready, but he cringed internally when he stood to transfer into the car. It wasn’t that he was hurt or sore; he still just hated the idea of what other people thought seeing a generally healthy-looking teen boy stand up from a wheelchair. People in wheelchairs shouldn’t just be able to get up on their own and slide into a roller coaster car, not if they were getting special, line-skipping treatment at Disney World. There were enough challenges being sixteen without having an invisible illness. There were six seats in each car, all one behind the other, so the Keatings got a car all to themselves. Emma was giggling nervously, and Neil was grinning like a kid. Nestled into the seat with the lap bar pulled down, Owen felt the old tug of impending thrill. He’d always loved roller coasters, and even though he knew that Space Mountain was nothing compared to the 400-foot behemoths that now graced amusement parks around the world, it was still the most intense ride the Magic Kingdom had to offer. Given his current low-level headache and weariness, Owen figured that a comparatively gentle roller coaster was the way to go. The car slowly rolled forward, and another attendant double-checked the security of the lap bars. With a final thumbs-up, the attendant set off the ride. For the first few seconds, Owen grinned. The ride wasn’t too fast, and the light and sound effects were rife with cheesy, outdated ideas of futurism. But then, the car sped up, whizzing around curves. It still wasn’t particularly fast, but the darkness amplified the twists, leaving Owen to be jerked around with every rise, drop, and change of direction. In moments, he found himself pushing down a rising sense of nausea. He closed his eyes, a near-universal reflex against motion sickness. The ride seemed to drag on. All Owen could do was try to breathe evenly and pray that it would end soon. He’d get to relax as soon as the ride was over. He could go to the bathroom, he could get something to eat, he could stay inside for a bit… After far too many seconds of breathing and silently begging, the car slowed to a stop. Nearly overcome with relief, Owen forced his eyes open and twisted his face into a smile at the beaming attendant waiting with his chair. Through some miracle, Owen was able to climb out of the car and stumble into the waiting chair with at least a little bit of grace. At least, no one in his family seemed to notice the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. Rather, they were chatting excitedly again, caught up in the Disney magic and already planning their next rides and attractions. No one seemed to catch onto the fact that Owen was taking deep, gulping breaths, fiercely trying to quell the churning in his stomach. Neil was pushing Owen’s chair faster than was strictly comfortable, but Owen decided that speed was probably in his best interest. They’d just get to one of the restaurants, and then a bathroom, and then… Owen’s train of thought was cut off by an overwhelming burst of sunlight. They had stepped outside, and the heat and brightness sent Owen reeling. “Lunch time!” Jo called cheerfully. “Where do we want to go? Owe-“ Owen’s mother cut herself off, having looked at her eldest son, who was ghostly pale and slumped in his chair. “Owen! Neil, stop!” Neil had already stopped pushing, but he put the brakes on Owen’s chair and crouched over his son, trying to get the teen’s attention. “Owen? Bud, what happened?” But Owen barely heard his parents calm but urgent pleas. His vision was blurred, and his head lolled to the side. He was so hot, and the sun was too bright, even through his closed eyes. He wanted - needed – to lay down, but he didn’t have the strength to ease himself out of the wheelchair. Not that the thought of lying on the asphalt in the middle of Magic Kingdom was particularly tempting. A third voice joined the chorus of Owen’s parents. Through the vertiginous haze, Owen realized that a worker must have approached them to see what was wrong. He caught snippets of his parents explaining CFS and the worker offering medical services. “…rooms…” “…orthostatic intolerance…” “…must have pushed him too hard…” No, thought Owen, utterly unable to make his voice work, you didn’t push me too hard. This isn’t your fault. As Owen mentally argued against his mother’s voiced guilt, he felt his chair start to move. He didn’t know where they were taking him, but he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest, sweat dripping down his spine. And suddenly, sweat wasn’t the only thing dripping. Without even realizing it, Owen had lost control over his bladder. Even through the heat of the air, he felt searing wetness spread from his crotch, twin streams of urine snaking down his inner thighs. Owen was beyond powerless to stop himself from wetting. A low, pained whine rumbled in the back of his throat, the only reaction he was capable of. Jo heard the pitiful noise and glanced down. Her face fell in both pity and concern. Owen had never wet himself during an episode before. It was likely that she was right, and the extent of heat and activity had just been too much for him, but she was still worried about what a loss of bladder control might mean about Owen’s illness and ability to recover. Both physically and emotionally. Owen, his eyes still closed against the sunlight and motion, didn’t see his mother’s distress. Any part of him that wasn’t focused on trying to breath in enough oxygen to stay conscious was caught up in a storm of mortification. As Neil pushed the chair forward as quickly as he could without jostling, Owen felt a pool of urine slosh back between his legs, unable to soak into the plastic seat material. Just as Owen felt his accident dribble to a stop, a blast of air conditioning made him gasp. They were inside somewhere, somewhere quiet and out of the painfully bright sun. Still, it wasn’t until Owen felt strong arms under his arms and knees lift him onto a bed or cot or something that he figured out they must have brought him to a behind-the-scenes clinic. Disney had everything, after all. Finally flat on his back, Owen instantly felt his nausea start to dissipate. The combination of cooler temperature, lack of sunlight, and soft pillow acted as a tonic, and Owen felt his heart rate slow. After a minute or so of lying still, Owen felt settled enough to turn on his side and curl into a slightly more comfortable position. He opened his eyes into slits, taking in his surroundings. As he’d suspected, he was on a hospital-style bed in what looked to be a very calm emergency room. The bed was against a wall, with a curtain hanging at the foot, presumably to be drawn around the bed for privacy. His parents were standing hear his head, talking to a nurse who Owen hadn’t heard approach. Hunter and Emma were standing off to the side, Emma biting her lip and Hunter standing with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched. Owen couldn’t see his face, but he was sure his younger brother was irritated, at best. Owen closed his eyes again, this time to shield from the shameful view of what he’d done to his family. He hated being such a burden, such a barrier to a normal vacation, a normal life. He pressed his eyelids down, trying to hold back the film of tears that had gathered. He’d already ruined his family’s day. The least he could do was not be a big baby on top of it. Jo had seen the movement in her son, though. She paused her conversation with the nurse. “O? How are you feeling, honey?” Owen blinked his eyes open and tried to give his mom a reassuring look. “Better,” he croaked. “Laying down helps.” The nurse smiled. “I’m just gonna take some of your stats to see if we need to do anything else. Is that OK?” “Mm-hmm.” Owen held out his arm for the blood pressure cuff. No one said anything yet about his accident, but in the air conditioned room, his wet shorts were chilly against his thighs. As the nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Owen’s arm, he saw Hunter approach their dad, muttering something into Neil’s ear. Neil nodded, and Hunter turned and walked out of the room, not looking at Owen. Owen closed his eyes again as the blood pressure cuff eased. His brother couldn’t even stand being in the same room as him. “Ninety over sixty,” the nurse informed Jo and Neil. “A bit low, but that’s to be expected. His color is coming back, so I don’t think we need to start an IV.” Jo smiled in relief, grateful for the confirmation that Owen would be OK. “I’m going to go file some paperwork.” The nurse looked over at Emma. “But maybe I could take this princess to find some lunch for everyone?” Emma grinned hesitantly. She’d been scared by Owen’s crash, and now that the nurse had said he wasn’t too sick, she was ready to get back to vacation. She glanced over at her parents, who nodded their assent, and Emma happily skipped off with the nurse. Hearing his sister leave, Owen chanced to open his eyes again. Neil and Jo were talking quietly, trying to figure out what to do. “Should I just take him back to the hotel?” Jo asked. “Do you think moving him is the best idea?” Neil countered. “Would they even let us stay here?” “Maybe, but he’s gonna need a change of clothes. We can’t leave him in wet shorts.” Owen squeezed his eyes shut, curling on the bed. A single tear slipped out of the corner of his right eye, trickling sideways down toward his temple on the pillow. “I could go back to the hotel and get him clean clothes,” Jo offered. “But that might take awhile, and you and the kids would have to stay here and wait for me. I don’t want to ask the medical staff to stay with Owen if neither of us are here.” “Well, let’s wait until Hunter and Emma get back, and we’ll figure out what we can do.” Neil’s voice, like Jo’s, stayed low and muttering, but in the silent, sterile clinic, Owen could hear every word. He wanted to sink into the bed and disappear. Well, more accurately, he wanted to not be sick. He wanted to be a regular sixteen-year-old, not one who couldn’t even ride a basic roller coaster without spazzing out and pissing himself. “Lunch time!” Emma chirped brightly, having returned with the nurse and a tray full of burgers and fries. A second staff member followed with an armful of bottled water. Owen opened his eyes at the sound of his little sister’s voice, trying to smile and now look at miserable and useless as he felt. “Oh, this looks great!” Jo cooed. “Thank you so much!” Emma beamed. “We went the secret way!” The nurse smiled. “We only show our must trustworthy princesses the secret passageways to the kitchens.” She set the tray down on a small table, and Emma reached for the food. “OK, sweetie, let’s just wait for Hunter,” Jo cautioned. “I’m here.” Hunter slunk into the room, holding a merchandise bag down by his side. Jo and Neil exchanged a look, indicating that whatever Hunter had whispered to Neil, it hadn’t involved shopping. “Hey, honey,” Jo said, questioning, but Hunter walked right past her. “Here,” he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of brightly-colored board shorts, patterns with little Mickey Mouses, plus a pair of pinstriped boxers. Owen looked up at his brother, too stunned and still too tired to lift his head from the pillow. He opened his mouth to thank him, but Hunter, having handed his brother the clean clothes, had already turned away and joined Emma to dig into the cheeseburgers. Owen was dazed. He hadn’t put a lot of thought into where Owen went, but he never would have guessed that the teen had somehow left to find clean clothes for him. As Owen was trying to make sense of this unexpected kindness, his mom drew the curtain around the bed, and the nurse passed in a wet cloth. “Do you need help, sweetie?” Jo whispered. Blushing, Owen started to shake his head, but decided against any extra movement of his still-aching cranium. “No,” he murmured. “I can do it.” He wasn’t actually 100% sure he had the energy to clean himself and change into the dry clothes, but he was 200% sure that he couldn’t bear the thought of his mother wiping down his naked privates, cleaning off dried urine. Not after everything else. Jo slipped back out through the curtain, and Owen gingerly rolled onto his back. He was, admittedly, feeling loads better, but he knew excess movement would set him back. Positioning his feet and hands, he pressed his hips off the bed and managed to pull down his soaked shorts and underwear in one motion. He had the presence of mind to pull his phone out of the pocket and set it beside him on the bed. Even that effort had Owen sweating. He took his time, trying not to think about how humiliating it was to have to take so long to clean himself up after an accident. Still, it was better than having someone help him. Slowly, carefully, he wiped himself down with the cloth left by the nurse and slid into the new boxers and shorts. With what he was sure was the last of his functional energy, he crumpled up his wet shorts and stuffed them into the bag that Hunter had left. Completely spent – and hating himself for it – Owen sunk back into the pillow, breathing through his mouth. It had probably only been about 20 minutes since they’d ridden Space Mountain, but Owen felt like he’d aged several years. He was exhausted, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to join his siblings in the park for the rest of the afternoon, but he yearned to fix things, to somehow claw back some of the dignity he’d lost by wetting his pants in the middle of Disney World. “Hey, sweetie.” Jo pulled back the curtain to check on her son. “You all set?” “Yeah,” Owen breathed, unable to respond in any more detail. “Good,” Jo stroked his hair. “The nurse said we can stay here as long as we need, so you can rest. Your dad will take Hunter and Emma back outside to go on more rides and stuff.” Owen hummed reflexively, relieved that his siblings wouldn’t be stuck in the clinic with him. Jo smiled sadly. She still felt guilty for not being more attentive to Owen, but she knew the best thing for him now was to rest. “I’ll be right here, OK, hun? If you need anything, just call.” “Uh-huh,” Owen whispered, curling up on his side. He knew he’d probably sleep the whole afternoon. But as Jo closed the curtain again, Owen reached for his phone. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he couldn’t move more than a tiny bit at a time, but he just had to do something. Thanks Owen sucked in a breath, staring at his phone screen. After a moment, the three dots appeared, showing that Hunter was texting him back. np Owen let out the breath that he’d been holding. He hadn’t even really expected a response from the 13-year-old, but he was emboldened by the quick answer and the enhanced sense of privacy from being surrounded by a curtain. No I mean it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t done that, and I don’t think Mom and Dad knew either. Another pause, this one longer, and more dots. I just asked a worker if they had shorts in the store. Nbd. Its what brothers do Owen’s eyes filled with tears. He didn’t know if was making things worse by texting, but he’d opened the tap of everything he hadn’t felt able to say to his younger brother for the past six months. Yeah, but I’m your older brother. You shouldn’t have to take care of me. U shouldn’t have 2 b sick. Life sux sumtimes Owen nearly gasped. When had his little brother become so wise? Despite the creeping, insistent exhaustion, Owen felt emotionally better than he had in months. Hunter didn’t hate him. Yeah, things sucked, but his family didn’t blame him, not really. Owen had the ghost of a smile on his face as he typed out his last text. Yeah, well, I’ll pay you back for the clothes. His phone vibrated one more time before much-needed sleep took over. ya u will :)
  10. Edith had to go pee. Right. Now. She'd had to go since about five minutes after their last pit stop. Edith was incredibly determined to make it to their next planned stop without asking for the bathroom. She knew it was a hassle for Mom and Dad to make another stop and have to unbuckle her little brother from his wheelchair. She bit her lip and looked out over the landscape. She could've sworn they'd crossed the border over to Utah by now, but she hadn't seen any signs. She longingly looked at the gas station as they drove by, wishing Dad would need to stop and buy another pack of smokes. Edith adjusted her legs, trying not to draw attention from her three siblings. Her older brother, Elias, pushed up his red wire-framed glasses and scrunched up his nose as he stared intently at his Gameboy Advance. It was one of those cool flip-up “SP” ones; Mom and Dad had just bought it for him for his 14th birthday. Edith was jealous; she was stuck with Eli's hand-me-down old school Gameboy and Pokemon Blue. Eli had saved up his allowance to buy Pokemon Sapphire, which looked amazing on that little back-lit screen. Edith tried to focus on her jealousy instead of her desperate urge to pee, but it wasn't working very well. She quickly pressed her legs together and tightened her hold. Edith winced, realizing she might not make it much longer. “Daddy!” Edith's younger sister, Esther, called from the back seat of the van. “What is it, pumpkin?” “Daddy I need to go pee,” Esther sang the word 'pee' like she was auditioning for a musical. It was like the eight-year-old was expecting woodland creatures to carry her off to the toilet at the drop of a hat. “Can you hold it, princess? We just passed a gas station, but we can pull over as soon as another one comes along.” “I can hold it for a while,” Esther reassured their dad. Edith, on the other hand, was bursting. She was jiggling her legs, doing a kind of seated potty dance. “Can you stop that for, like five seconds?! Please?! I'm trying to concentrate,” Elias barked. Edith crossed one leg over the other, trying not to bounce too much. She felt a tiny stream of pee escape and drip into her Paul Frank panties, but quickly plugged the flow. She stuck her hand between her legs and held herself. Edith was thankful that Elias wasn't paying close enough attention to realize how desperate she was. On their last family road trip, before their youngest brother Ezra was born, Elias had taunted Edith the whole trip. Every time she needed to go to the bathroom he told her to think about waterfalls and made gushing and spurting sounds with his mouth. She peed her pants only twice the whole trip, but Elias never let her live it down. Edith's bladder had become stronger than it was when she was five, going on six. Now at eleven, almost twelve, she felt like she was grown enough to handle holding it. And she wouldn't let Elias win this one. Another spurt erupted from her urethra, dampening her panties and possibly her embroidered denim shorts. Edith was afraid to check. “Daddy! Oh my gosh, I see a gas station!” Esther squealed with joy from the back seat. Ezra, who had been quiet for a while, let out a goofy laugh. “Perfect timing,” Dad said, “I'm ready to stretch my legs.” Edith squeezed her quivering legs together and leaned forward. It was about time; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for. Dad pulled into the gas station and unlocked the van. Esther flung open the sliding door and ran, holding herself, for the gas station door. Elias closed his Gameboy and shoved it into his backpack. “I gotta go too,” he said, running after his youngest sister. “Edie, would you help me with Ezra?” Mom asked. “Um,” Edith squeaked, pressing hard on her urethra, unsure if she could even get up without letting loose. “It'll only take a minute, hun,” Mom reassured her. “Mom, I really need to-” “Can you unbuckle him and I'll unload the wheelchair?” Edith cautiously got up from her seat, being very careful not to disturb her too-full bladder. She could feel the pressure as she changed positions and slipped into the back seat. Her five-year-old brother stared off in the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him. He smiled and waved his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra. Edith wondered for a moment what Ezra would be like without cerebral palsy. She unbuckled him from the wheelchair car seat contraption that was especially built for the family's van and Mom lowered him and his chair down the ramp. Edith was still trying to disguise her potty dance, but failing terribly. Mom wasn't paying any attention, but if she had been, she would've shook her head and told Edith to just go. From the corner of her eye, she could see her little sister running back to the car, holding a giant bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. They were Dad's favourite and she'd suckered him into buying a bag for her. Edith sighed; she was a little jealous, but at least the bathroom was free. She slowly headed towards the gas station bathrooms, every few steps having to squeeze herself. A few tiny drips of pee made their way down her leg, but nothing drastic enough for anyone to notice. When she finally made it to the bathroom door, she felt like she'd finally found her oasis. Edith let out a giant sigh and tried for the door. It didn't budge. She tried again. “Hey! I'm peeing here!” Elias bellowed. “Elias?!” “Can I not just use the bathroom in peace?!” “Eli- I-I really need to go... can you please...” “Seriously, can you give me a damn minute?!” Edith could hear the sound of a fast, hard stream and it made her even more desperate. She was ready to let go, but she couldn't. She could hear that he had finished and had flushed, but he was taking his sweet time washing his hands. “Eli! Please! I really, really, really need to go!” A loud groan came from inside the bathroom. “I'm almost done, for god's sake!” Edith banged on the door again, “Hurry!” she shouted in a voice that was almost unrecognizably desperate. She was hopping and dancing, trying to keep it all in. None of it was working. She felt a leak and held herself tighter. Moving around wasn't helping, but standing still was next to impossible. She tried to hold her breath and close her eyes. She thought about the last time she'd been in this much trouble. During Spring Break, she went on a Girl Guides camping trip and had drank almost a whole two-liter cola as a dare from another girl in her cabin. She didn't have time to use the toilets before they left camp. Edith had to hold all that soda for what felt like an hour on the bus. Thankfully, the girl sitting next to her also needed to use the bathroom and they helped each other through the situation by distracting one another. Edith made the mistake of making her partner laugh, though, which ended in her bus mate losing control before they got back home. Edith still felt bad about that whole scenario. The girl who wet herself never came back to Guides. Edith knocked on the door again. “Elias! I-I have to go really b-badly! Please... let me go pee!” She heard the sink and Elias pushed the door open. “God, you're so impatient!” he grumbled. Edith gave him a half smile and let herself into the dirty bathroom. She didn't want to sit on the seat, but she had no choice. Time was running out. Another tiny trickle escaped into her already soaked panties. She pulled down her shorts with some difficulty and sat down on the grimy toilet seat, feeling a hard rush of urine... fill her underwear. Edith gasped, realizing her mistake. There was no going back now. The Paul Frank money on the front of her panties was completely soaked through and she could feel pee sticking to her hot skin. She looked down at her shorts and realized that they were much wetter than expected. A large wet spot had gathered at the crotch and backside of her shorts. She swore she'd held most of it in! Edith wanted to cry. She couldn't go back to the car with wet shorts. Her heart was throbbing with anxiety. She finished peeing and went to the sink, trying to wash the urine out of her panties and shorts. The water was just making everything worse. She tried to blow dry her clothes in the push-button hand dryer, but it barely worked. Tears streamed down Edith's face. She would never hear the end of this from Elias and Esther. She pulled on her soaking panties and drenched denim shorts and made her way back to the car. “Edie, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked. Edith shook her head. “I... I had an accident,” she whispered. “We've got some clean clothes for you in the back of the car,” Mom replied. “Your brother and sister don't even have to know.” She handed Edith a backpack and sent her back to the bathroom. But before she could wander off, she heard Elias snickering. “Ha! Did you pee your pants, Edie? That's hilarious!” he laughed. Esther rolled down the window of the front seat. “Oh my gosh, you peed your pants?! Are you, like five?!” Esther giggled mercilessly. Edith's lip quivered. She wanted to run away and cry, but she just stood there, trying to cover her soaked jeans.
  11. So i know that only i can be the one to really answer this but i wanna write it here anyway, So a few weeks back i was staying with my mom for the weekend, and she doesn't have wifi and has a different phone plan so she can get any kind of bars, but my phone doesn't work with my plan so i have to use her phone while i'm there. Anyway, my family was planning a trip to see my grandfather who is seriously ill and isn't doing well, we wanted to have a birthday party for him since he is turning 80 this year, he has had cancer numerous times but even with everything he is dealing with he isn't gonna give up and stop fighting I had just gotten back from my trip from seeing the love of my life when they started planning, and for a month me and my lover were planning another trip so i could come back because i felt so alone and depressed being back here ( if you ever read my past questions here you will know why). So my grandmother suggested early october, since my grandpas birthday is that month, but they didn't wanna make it close to my cousin's birthday because it would be too painful for everyone since he died 2 and a half years ago. anyway, so that was the plan so me and my lover made our trip in september so i could be back in time, after his family bought my ticket and booked it, my family changed the date because my mom couldn't make the original dates, and the new days were the time im away in california my mom knew i was planning this for a month and told me i was going, my sister questioned if i could change it and my mom told her no, ( my sister and i hate each other strongly), and told me i didn't do anything wrong. everything she told me was a lie, later that night after using her phone to skype with my lover, i started snooping through her messages to my sister.....and what i found broke me into tears and left me in the bathroom for almost 2 hours getting sick see since me and my sister hate each other, my mom keeps telling us that we need to fix it, she won't get involved because she says we are adults and we can handle it ourselves, except she never stopped my sister from harassing me in the beginning, and what i found out, she has been encouraging it my sister had written to my mom about her therapy sessions and talked about how im nothing but a self centered asshole who cares about no one else, and my mom agreed and said " in all honestly she is clueless as hell, i could hold a sign up in front of her and she will never get it, she is just like her father" which brought me to tears, again if you have read my past things on here you'll know how abusive my dad was. i had lost my job around mid july too due to slow business so they let me go, which my mom told me she understood, but what she said to my sister was another story. "She is lazy as shit and always has been, she never wants to work for anything in her life" my sister replied " that's probably the real reason she lost her job, she just kept bitching about her boss" ( i was just started so of course i was bitching because i wasn't getting explained things there at times and it was hard, but everyone complains about their job, and plus i went out and got the job myself with no help) another thing was about my trip, my mom told me it was fine and that i was going on this trip to california since my lovers parents paid for it. what my sister wrote to her was "I can't believe she is choosing to be with her boyfriend rather then her grandfather who may not have much time left, i know she is 19 but come on, are you kidding me?" my moms response " yea i know im pissed about it too, i might have her pick, the family got mad at me because i couldn't make the original dates due to inventory, but they were ok with her going to california, i hope they get up on her ass and give her a hard time, she deserves it" i planned that trip for a month and she knew it, and my family was ok with me going because my aunt said " if you constantly choose family over your happiness, you will never be happy, you are young and an adult now, this is your time to start your life, everyone got mad at your mom because she is a fucking liar!" moral to all of this, i still haven't told my mom what i saw, and the real truth of how she feels about me, she compares me to my father, encourages my sisters harassment, and wants the family getting on my case instead of hers. i want to tell her and point out how horrible she is, but i know she will turn every issue back onto me because i looked through her phone, what would you all do?
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