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Erica Campbell looked at the email for the 4th time in as many minutes. Your daughter, Grace Campbell, has been referred to the Discipline Office for a violation of Section H of the Student Conduct Code. She has been assigned punishments that include after school detention for 4 hours, a written appology to her peers, and one month of reduced privleges. The Maternal Responsibility Act requires you to attend a review hearing at 7pm this evening. This review hearing will be conducted by the PTA Conduct Committee. You and Grace are both required to testify at this hearing. Grace's after school detention will be served today from 3pm to 7pm. She will be released from detention at the time of her testimony. The Maternal Responsibility Act had been touted as a way to reduce the amount of crime being committed by young people. Under the Act any misconduct by a person under the age of 30 required the offender's mother to attend a hearing to determine if she was partially responsible. The mother could be found responsible if there was evidence that she had not properly disciplined her child while they were growing up. The Act applied to various offenses including school discipline infractions, traffic offenses, and criminal matters. Traffic and criminal offenses required the offender's mother to appear in court, infractions at school or college were handled by the school system. The PTA Conduct Committee often sanctioned irresponsible mothers in a manner similar to how student may be disciplined by the school. The school system allowed corporal punishment for students and the Conduct Committee often used it for mothers as well. Grace was a very well behaved high school senior. Erica wondered why her 18 year old daughter was being punished. Erica went to the school website to find a copy of the Student Conduct Code. Section H - Student Hygiene: All students must maintain personal cleanliness at all times. Students shall be subject to discipline for failure to maintain control of bodily functions. Had Grace wet her pants? The email notification was vague and left Erica wondering about her daughter's plight. Erica spent the afternoon unable to focus. She wondered exactly what Grace had done. Did it happen in class? Had her friends seen it? Had she been denied permission to go during class? What if it wasn't wet pants; if not, what else could it be? If it was wet pants, why hadn't Erica been called to bring her dry clothes? Erica was also concerned about her review hearing that evening. Erica had been a vocal proponent of the Maternal Responsibility Act when it was first enacted 6 months ago. Erica was aware that her support of the Act might make for juicy gossip if she was found in violation of it. Maternal Responsibility Act hearings were open to the public. Erica had attended several public hearings after the law was enacted, so she knew it would be a humbling experience even if she was cleared of responsibility. She shuddered to think of the potential humiliation she might endure if she was found responsible for her daughter's behavior. At 6:55pm Erica entered the small auditorium being used for the review hearing. She was escorted to the right side of the stage where she was told to stand in line with the 4 other mothers who had to appear before the PTA Conduct Committee. The 5 person committee was seated at a long table in the middle of the stage. The small auditorium held approximately 75 seats for spectators, Erica's stomach flip-flopped as she realized it was a standing room only crowd. At 7pm the students who were required to testify at their mothers hearings were led to the left side of the stage. Erica begin to tear up as she saw Grace walk-in. Her fear was confirmed; Grace's jeans had a large dark stain in the crotch and dark streaks running down the inside of each leg. When Grace made a slight turn her mother saw that her butt was as soaked as her front. The chairwoman of the PTA Conduct Committee called the hearing to order then read the docket alloud: Cathy Blake, age 41. Daughter Penny violated Section B-Unexused Abscence. Sarah Kennedy, age 43. Son Kevin violated Section C-3rd Tardy. Diane Abrahms, age 38. Daughter Hallie violated Section C-2nd Tardy. Laura Jonson, age 36. Daughter Jessica violated Section F-Overdue Library book. Erica Campbell, age 42. Daughter Grace violated Section H-Urinated in her pants. The spectators chuckled when the last offense was read aloud. Erica saw Grace's face turn beet red with embarassment as her shame was publicly announced. Erica tuned out the chairwoman as the first case was called, she kept looking across the stage at her daughter. Grace was was staring at the floor as she fidgeted. Erica could see she was biting her lower lip and sniffling in an attempt to hold off crying. Erica's mind raced as she wondered about the emotions Grace must be feeling. Was it just embarrassment, did she feel guilty, was she angry? Without knowing what had led to Grace's accident it was impossible for Erica to imagine what was going through her daughter's mind. Erica's eyes kept focusing on the dark stains on Grace's pants. What does it feel like she wondered. The discipline notice had been emailed 6 hours ago, what must it be like to have that wet denim clinging to her legs for that long! The damp fabric must be cold by now, did it itch? Tardies and unexcused absences were routine business for the PTA Conduct Committee so the first 4 hearings were over quickly. The Conduct Committee found Cathy Blake partially responsible for Penny's unexcused absence and sanctioned Cathy to 10 swats of corporal punishment and 3 hours community service to the school. Sarah Kenedy was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours community service for Kevin's tardiness. Dianne Abrahms was sanctioned 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service for Hallie's tardiness. Laura Jonson was relieved to be sanctioned with only an hour of community service to the school for Jessica's overdue book; she was thankful to have been spared corporal punishment. The chairwoman called a start to Erica's hearing. Erica was lead from the side of the stage the very middle, standing in front of the Conduct Committee. She couldn't see the audience from this position, she suspected that several spectators were probably checking out her butt. Erica knew that for her age she had a good figure and she was quite proud of it. Today she was a little embarrassed knowing there were probably a several creepy dads in the audience hoping to see her butt get spanked. "The purpose of this hearing is to determine the level of responsibility you face for your daughters misbehavior in school today. In order to adequately determine your level of responsibility, and any appropriate sanctions, we must ask several questions of you and Grace" the chairwoman explained. "How old is Grace? "18" Erica replied. "At what age did you begin to toilet train Grace?" "Um, around 2." "Did she have any accidents?" "I guess there were one or two" replied Erica. I mean all kids have a few." "How did you handle them?" "Ah, I guess I cleaned her up and gave her dry pants." "At what ages did Grace wet herself?" " I don't know exactly. Probably one or two times before she was in school and then one time in elementary school. " "Any accidents since she became a teenager?" Erica didn't want to answer this question but she knew she could be charged with perjury if she lied during a hearing for the Maternal Responsibility Act. She felt conflicted as she replied, "Just a small one a few weeks ago. I don't think it was a big deal. Grace laughed a little too hard and some leaked out." "I see" said the chairwoman." How did you handle her wetting?" "Well, uh, Grace took a shower while I put her pants in the wash. That was the extent of it. It's something that could have happened to anyone." "Speaking of it happening to anyone..." continued the chairwoman..." let's move on the examples you may have set for your daughter. How many times have you wet yourself since being toilet trained?" Erica was stunned for a brief moment. "Uh, only a couple" she stammered. "I mean once in college when I was pretty drunk, I really don't have any recollection of it, I just know my friends teased me about it for a couple of weeks. The only other time was a few years ago." The chairwoman's harsh stare was the only prompt Erica needed to continue. "It was 3 years ago. I had to go at the end of the work day, I thought I could make it home. Traffic was worse than normal and it took a lot longer to get home. I could barely move my foot from the gas pedal to the brake without losing control. By the time I got out of my car I could feel a spurt leak into my underwear. I was squirming at the door trying to get my key in the lock. I had to go so bad that it took three tries to unlock the door. As soon as I stepped inside I just lost all control." "Was anyone home? Did Grace know you wet your pants?" Inquired the chairwoman. "Yes." Erica admitted. "Grace was standing there, she watched the whole thing. Afterward I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, later I had to mop the floor. Neither of us said anything. For about a week afterward Grace giggled every time she looked at me." The chairwoman called Grace forward to testify. Grace trudged gingerly across the stage as the saturated denim clung to her legs. "Before we begin with questions, I am obligated to read a brief description of your offense into the record." 'The Violation Report from 5th period Algebra, indicates that Grace was fidgeting and squirming in her seat as Mr. Swanson lectured. Mr. Swanson reported other students had difficulty paying attention to the lesson because Grace's fidgeting was so distracting. Mr. Swanson indicated that Grace made no attempt to request a restroom pass before the lecture began. The Violation Report goes on to say that after the lecture a quiz was handed out. Grace stood up partway through the quiz and walked toward Mr. Swanson's desk. As she got to his desk Grace let out an audible gasp and Mr. Swanson could see urine running down her legs. Grace left a puddle of urine on the floor and her jeans were soaked.' The chairwoman looked at Grace with a mixture of disgust and pity. This was the first description Erica heard of Grace's accident. Erica felt her stomach drop as she heard the details of Grace's humiliation . She felt horrified that her daughter had wet herself in front of her peers. She felt angry that Grace was still wearing her wet jeans; she wanted to know why she hadn't been called to bring Grace home for the rest of the day (or at least bring her dry pants). "We are not here to discuss your punishment." The chairwoman explained to Grace. "The school has already taken appropriate action against you. Today we are determining if your mother bears any responsibility for your actions. If your mother is found to be partly responsible for your misbehavior then appropriate sanctions will be applied. "Grace, you heard your mother's testimony about your prior toilet training and prior wetting. Was your mother's testimony accurate? Is it true that at no time have you ever been punished or scolded for wetting yourself? Is it true that your mother never engaged you in remedial toilet training?" Grace look at the floor as she nodded and said "Yes, ma'am. It's all true." "We would like some additional information about your most recent wetting; prior to today's incident. We need you to provide us with a detailed description of what occurred and how the matter was handled by your mother. " Grace sighed as she began, "We were in the backyard with my cousins when one of them told a hilarious story. I was standing on the patio and bent over laughing. I laughed so hard I had a hard time breathing... and then I just....felt it happen. My leggings felt really warm between my legs, I looked down and realized that I wet myself a bit. I didn't completely empty my bladder like I did today. It was just enough to put a 6 inch stain in my crotch and wet a couple inches down each thigh. As my cousins we're laughing and pointing at me I ran into the bathroom. I pulled my leggings down and finished in the toilet. I put my dirty leggings in the hamper then took a shower. "By the time I was done showering," Grace continued, "mom had already put my leggings and underwear in the washing machine. It's never been brought up since then...until now." "Describe any times you have seen your mother wet her pants." Grace paused for a moment before saying "I've only seen it happen the one time she already told you about. I was sitting in the living room when I heard her fumbling with the key in the lock. When she opened the door she was taking super tiny steps with her legs half crossed. She dropped her keys and stuck her hand between her legs and began to groan. A moment later I saw her jeans start to turn dark between her legs. She peed, and peed, and peed, and peed; it kept running down her legs and on to the floor. I think she probably wrecked her shoes. Her pants looked like mine do now. "She ran upstairs to shower and when she came back she was wearing clean pants and carrying the mop. We never spoke about it after" finished Grace. The chairwoman sent Grace back to her place on the side of the auditorium as the PTA Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves. Erica was nervous as the chairwoman addressed her. "The Conduct Committee has determined that under the Maternal Responsibility Act you are partially responsible for Grace's misconduct today. Urinating in one's pants is unhygienic, particularly in a public setting like a school. Your failure to adequately convey that message to Grace is unacceptable. "The committee feels that you should have taken Grace's childhood accidents more seriously. It was irresponsible of you not to use them as an opportunity to educate her on the importance a bladder control. "We further feel the example you set an a mother was irresponsible. When you faced no consequences after wetting yourself, it likely impacted Grace's view that lack of bladder control is acceptable. "We feel your lack of consequences for Grace's wetting a few weeks ago was irresponsible. If you had imposed remedial toilet training, or some form of discipline, Grace would likely have taken actiins to avoid urinating in her pants today. "The Conduct Committee has decided to sanction you with 30 swats of corporal punishment and 20 hours of community service to the school. "The corporal punishment will be carried out at 3p.m. Saturday afternoon at the PTA barbeque. We believe by making an example of you in front of your peers, it will help all the mothers in attendance to understand the importance of responsible parenting. "Your community service will be spent assisting in the school nurses office for 1 hour each day for the next 20 school-days. There are several students who, for a variety of reasons, wear diapers. Your community service will be to conduct the diaper changes so the nurse is free for other duties." The chairwoman babbled on a little longer before closing the hearing, but Erica had stopped listening. Her brain was in turmoil with mixed emotions. Erica was trying to wrap her head around her sanctions. She didn't mind helping the nurse, but she certainly dreaded the upcoming corporal punishment. As soon as she was dismissed Erica ran to Grace. She wanted to hug and comfort her daughter! Grace and Erica cried as they finally embraced. "I'm sorry you had a rough day" Erica said as they walked to the car. "Let's go home so you can get cleaned up. We can talk about it after you've had a long shower."

originally uploaded to abdlstoryforum by Jeffy25, March 01, 2011, 09:57:07 am the first in the "the bet" series, its only a partial find (even the wayback machine has its limits) i may try to complete it from memory at a later date (if anyone has the full story, be sure to link it in the comments) marked as "the first" as canonically this one came first, even though the earliest upload date i could find was 2011 and the second one was uploaded in 2008 (either that or this one is a prequel) THE BET (Jim in diapers) ------- Part 1 Julia and Kirsten were the type of girls that everyone wanted. They were both 16 and tremendously beautiful. Julia was about 5 feet 6 inches, 105 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes. Kirsten was 5 feet 4 inches, 105 pounds with brown hair and brown eyes. They had been best friends since they were little. They had a close friend named James. James was 5 feet 9 inches and about 160 pounds. He had dark hair and dark eyes and was in good physical condition. He was a good athlete and was playing basketball at the time. James had always been friends with Kirsten and Julia but had grown especially close to Julia. He was torn between being a really good friend and being in love with her. Julia knew everything about James, she knew who all his crushes were (except her of course) she knew who he secretly didn't like, she even knew he wet the bed until his 8th grade year. James was 17 now and the three of them were Juniors. James and Julia were talking online one night and they were teasing each other like they did a lot. Neither of them ever took anything the other person said seriously and they never really got mad at each other. Julia as always brought up James bedwetting problem he used to have. James was of course embarrassed so he had to think of something. He decided if he could get Julia to lose some kind of embarrassment bet with him he would be able to get some dirt on her, cuz she had plenty more on him. His basketball team was good but the team they were playing that Friday was ranked in the state. He figured his team was really better than the other team so he thought a bet up quick. "Lets make a bet" James said, "If my team wins the basketball game this Friday then next week you will be my slave and do whatever I say starting Friday morning at school until the end of the following Monday which we don't have school on If we lose, however, I will be yours and Kirsten's slave for that amount of time. We can do it then cuz we don't have school on Monday and our parents are gonna be gone on vacation together then." Julia knew the team which James team was playing was ranked so she quickly agreed figuring this would be an easy way to have fun with James. When Friday came the game did not go as James expected. His team lost badly, and the girls were waiting for him after the game to remind him of the bet. James knew that the next weekend was going to be very, very long, and with this thought he went to bed. Kirsten and Julia on the other hand were nowhere near bed and were already planning for the next weekend. They were both busy shopping. Kirsten went down the food isle's buying lots of pop and various drinks. Julia on the other hand was busy picking out pacifiers and baby bottles. Kirsten and Julia then met with each other and headed to the back of the store where they picked out several large packs of adult disposable diapers while they giggled uncontrollably. The rest of the weekend went on like a normal weekend and James thought maybe the girls had forgotten all about the bet he had made with them. Wednesday night when James was talking online to Kirsten though she reminded James about the "fun" they were gonna have the upcoming weekend. James knew Kirsten and Julia plenty well enough to know they were probably gonna put him through hell. While James worried and wondered at what the weekend would hold in store for him. Kirsten and Julia were busy thinking of all the things they were gonna do with him. When Thursday night came Julia called James and reminded him to come to her house early on Friday morning. Part 2 When James alarm went off early Friday morning he groaned and slowly got ready for school. After he had gotten himself into what he considered a presentable condition he told his parents to have fun on their week long cruise and then hopped in his car and headed to Julia's house. By the time he reached Julia's house Julia's parents were just pulling out of their driveway to meet James parents at the airport. When James entered in the house through the garage he took off his shoes and went inside. "Thirty minutes before school starts and Julia only lives five minutes away" James said to himself. He wondered why they wanted him here so early. When James entered the living room both girls were sitting their smiling at him. He knew something was up and it wasn't gonna be good. Julia told him to sit down and gave him a large cup of hot chocolate. James loved hot chocolate and quickly drank it down. When he was finished Kirsten said "Well Julia I suppose you better tell him what is up". Julia smiled as she pulled out a disposable diaper. Part 3 James turned white when he saw the diaper in her hands. "What the hell do you think you are gonna do with that?" James asked in a shaky voice. "I'm not gonna do anything with it" Julia said as she laughed. "You are gonna put it on so we can see what you look like in it." James shook his head and said "Don't you think you are taking this a bit far?" "No," Kirsten giggled, "and besides it is just for the next 15 minutes before we leave for school and then you can take it off. Remember, you said you would do anything we asked," said Julia. Finally James agreed and went into the bathroom with the diaper. After what seemed an eternity for the girls waiting James came out in just the diaper and his shirt. The second he walked out the door Julia and Kirsten snapped picture after picture of him. "Stop doing that," pleaded James, "besides your not gonna show those pictures to people, are you?" "Of course not," Kirsten said, "you are our friend. "We are just keeping them so that you can't back out of the bet," said Julia, "and now that we have these you will have to do whatever we say." James knew that Kirsten and Julia had no desire to hurt him. He also knew that there would be nothing they could do to him that they would think was too embarrassing for him to have to go through and his fears became reality very quickly. "First of all lay down so I can get that diaper on your better," said Julia. "You obviously don't know how to put a diaper on," Kirsten added. When Julia undid the diaper James began to squirm violently because she exposed his naked body. "Sit still!!!" commanded Julia, "besides you had better get used to this anyway. Read him the rules, Kirsten" James turned white as Kirsten read him the rules: 1. you will wear a diaper at all times from now until Monday night when you go home. 2. you will use the diapers when you have to go to the bathroom unless we tell you otherwise. an example of this is that you will be allowed to use the bathroom at lunch at school today. 3. no one may change your diaper except Julia or I. 4. you must eat and drink everything we give you 5. you must let us dress you however we want when we are at the house. 6. just be nice to us and we will make it much easier on you but remember, if your not nice, we always do have the pictures. As Kirsten finished reading the rules Julia finished taping the diaper snugly around him. Julia then told him to go get his jeans on and assured him that the only two people who would know he was wearing a diaper was Kirsten and her. James was almost in a state of shock as the walked out to the car. Kirsten carried a bag containing all her school supplies but had the addition of two disposable diapers, too. The school day was divided up into seven class hours and a lunch period. Neither Kirsten or Julia had first or second hour with James but they told him they would be checking in between classes to make sure he still had his diaper on. Kirsten had third hour with James, and both of them had fourth hour with him. After lunch he would have fifth hour alone and both sixth and seventh hours with Julia. When the got to school Julia had to prod James with several more promises of only Kirsten and her ever finding out about the diapers and promised him they were not visible underneath his loose-fitting jeans. Both first and second hours seemed to crawl for James. They were, however, nothing compared to third hour. James began to squirm around uncomfortably. He looked behind him to see a smiling Kirsten who had taken her seat behind him. She could hardly contain her laughter because she realized her "special" hot chocolate had finally made its way to James aching bladder. Part 4 "What's the matter, James?" asked Kirsten as she desperately tried to control her giggles. James' face turned red as he knew that he didn't need to answer. "Just think," whispered Kirsten, "If you can wait another 2 hours you can go in the toilet instead of your diapers". Kirsten said all this knowing there was no way James would make it 2 hours and James knew that as well. What happened next took Kirsten as much by surprise as it did James. Towards the end of class James was desperate for relief. He shifted left and right and squirmed this way and that. He was desperately concentrating on holding his pee when Kirsten poked him in his back to get his attention to say something to him. James never found out what she was going to say. When she poked him he lost his concentration and was filling the diapers with a warm flood of pee as he turned around. His face turned red with embarrassment and it took Kirsten only moments to realize what was happening. Kirsten could no longer contain herself and she started laughing out loud. "Kirsten!!! do you have something you would like to share with the rest of the class?" the teacher asked. Kirsten acted as though she was thinking long and hard and saw James squirm uncomfortably as she paused. Kirsten knew there was no chance she would ever do something to James like tell everyone what had just happened, but she was enjoying watching him sweat it. "No I don't think so," she replied. She watched James sigh with relief. About five minutes later class ended and as Kirsten walked down the hall with her arm around James she quickly found a corner where no one was and yanked him by his arm into it. She stuck her hand down the front of James' pants and felt his diaper still very warm from its recent wetting. He blushed badly as he looked down into her eyes. She looked up at him smiling and she took her hand off the warm diaper and wrapped her arm back around him. When Julia saw them coming down the hall and she saw the smile on Kirsten's face she began to giggle. When James and Kirsten reached her though she looked and James and said, "Damnit! why couldn't you wait till this hour so I could see you when you did it?" James just blushed more and they walked him to fourth hour with one arm around him each. James didn't realize how many eyes were on him enviously as the two beautiful girls walked him to his class. Every boy in the school was jealous and wondered why he should get both of Kirsten's and Julia's attention. The other boys, however, did not realize exactly what position James was in either walking down the hall in a wet diaper. When they reached fourth hour Kirsten took the seat in front of James and Julia took the seat behind him. Knowing his uncomfortable wet state Julia whispered to him about things that had happened in her first three classes and let him alone about the wet diaper. James would have forgot about his current state if every time he moved he hadn't felt the wetness of the diaper. When fourth hours end came, the girls walked James out to the car and they headed out to lunch. Kirsten drove them to Arby's as James lay in the back and Julia removed the wet diaper from him. Instead of putting another diaper on him as James expected Julia handed him his underwear and said, "We decided that we weren't gonna make you poop in your diapers at school, so you had better make sure that you go before we leave Arby's. Besides, no worries, you will have plenty of chances to do that over the next three days, right, Kirsten?" said Julia. "Of course," answered Kirsten as she giggled "especially after I make him lots and lots of refried beans to eat!" Both girls giggled and giggled and James looked as though he was gonna throw up as he thought about what he was gonna go through for the next few days. The one thing James couldn't complain about was even though it was horribly embarrassing, He had somewhat enjoyed when Kirsten had put her hand on the warm diapers and even better was when Julia had just recently changed his wet one. "At least they both don't mind seeing me naked," James thought as they walked into Arby's. After James told Kirsten what he wanted and went into the bathroom to do as the girls told him. Kirsten took the liberty to remind Julia she probably ought to change his small Coke to a super size if she wanted to see him wet his diaper before seventh hour was complete. After James finished off his food and the Coke, Kirsten led him out to the car to get a new diaper on him. She taped his diaper on very snugly and pulled his jeans back up on him just in time so he could see Julia coming out of the restaurant with a totally refilled cup of pop for him. They told him to drink it all and the three of them headed back to school. James finished his second super sized Coke and they all headed inside for fifth hour. Part 5 James hurried to 5th hour and quickly took his seat. Fifth hour passed quickly and uneventfully and he headed off to sixth hour. He sat down and soon Julia came in and took her seat behind him. She talked to him some. About half way through class she noticed he was squirming around. Towards the end of class he was squirming almost non stop. Finally class ended. When James took his seat in seventh hour, which happened to be English class, Julia again sat directly behind him. The English teacher divided the class in pairs of two to read a couple chapters of "Romeo and Juliat." Since Julia was sitting directly behind James, luck would have it that he was paired up with her. Normally James would have been more than happy to work with Julia, but today he just happened to be wearing diapers and was minutes from wetting them. So he wasn't exactly thrilled to say the least to be paired with the one person who knew his predicament. Julia read the first couple chapters and then said, "Ok your turn now James." James, who had been paying attention to nothing because he was concentrating on not wetting his diapers, whispered, "No way, I can't, I gotta pee too bad." "Just wet your diapers and get it over with," Julia whispered back. "No way, not in school for the second time today," he replied. "We'll see about that," said Julia, and with that she quickly kissed him on the lips. James was so shocked he completely lost control of his bladder and just flooded the diapers. Julia had little time to notice this however because the teachers voice said aloud, "JULIA!!! You are supposed to be reading the play of 'Romeo and Juliat', not acting it out!!!" The whole class erupted with laughter and Julia was still red when it quieted down. When she looked at James though she smiled and said mockingly, "Don't worry I'll buy you another Coke since you just lost the one you had before." James just blushed, Julia just lay her head on his shoulder and said, "read the last chapter now, James." James had mixed emotions as he went to his locker to end the school day. He was happy to be leaving school. He was scared of what the girls might do to him when he went home with him. He just knew one thing for sure. He wanted out of the wet diaper badly. Kirsten met Julia and they both headed over to James locker. "I've got to go to the bathroom," said Julia as she smiled at James. "Come on, buddy," said Kirsten. "Come with me to the car and I will get you changed." When they got to the car James lay down in the backseat and Kirsten got the last clean diaper out. She removed the wet diaper from him and threw it in a plastic bag. Then she sprinkled his crotch with baby powder. This was too much for James. He quickly became aroused. Kirsten just kept right on going, though he could hear her trying to quiet her giggles. She taped the diaper up nice and snug and helped him with his jeans. When Julia got back to the car James said, "Maybe you should be the one wearing the diapers since you can't wait a five-minute drive to yours house to go to the bathroom." "No, no," said Julia, "we aren't going to my house, we are going to your house so we can get your clothes so you can spend the whole weekend with us!!" "That's right!!!" said Kirsten. "Not only are you gonna be wetting diapers during the day, your gonna be a bedwetter at night!!!!" At this both girls began laughing. "So I guess you told her about me wetting the bed when i was younger, huh?" James said to Julia. "Of course not, James! I would never tell anyone your secrets." said Julia. "YOU WERE A BEDWETTER!!!!!" laughed Kirsten. "Oh my gosh, that is sooooo funny!!!" James sighed as this was getting worse and worse. When they got to his house they got all enough clothes to last him the weekend. Julia and Kirsten had barely stopped laughing before Julia said, "Hey James, make sure you bring the plastic sheet that used to be on your bed along with you so you don't stain my mattress!" Both girls just laughed and laughed. James just shook his head and went to get the plastic sheet. When they had everything they thought James should bring they all got back in the car and they headed back to Julia's house. Part 6 When they arrived to Julia's house the three of them went into Julia's room. Much to James dismay he saw sitting over in the corner pacifiers, bottles, and several packages of more diapers. "You will be sleeping in my bed," said Julia. "Then again so will we." James heart raced when he heard this. Finally his dream he would get to sleep in Julia's bed with her!!! Then his heart slowed, he remembered he would be very well diapered. He looked the bed over, big enough for two people to sleep comfortably he thought. Three people would have to cuddle very close together though. Diapered or not, this won't be that bad he thought to himself. James then realized his second coke had been catching up with him and he was now dancing a little because he had to pee. "Can I use the bathroom?" James asked the girls. "You just don't get it, do you?" asked Kirsten. "We let you go poop at Arby's because we didn't want you to have to wear a dirty diaper in school and have everyone find out. "From here on out though," said Julia. "Pee, Poop, even diarrhea, It's DIAPERS, DIAPERS, ALL coming out in your DIAPERS!!!!!!" Julia then smiled at him and walked around behind him. She gently put her hands around his waste and began to unbutton his jeans. She pulled them off him and led him towards the bed. Kirsten pulled his arms up and helped him get his shirt off and they gently pushed him down so he was lying on the bed looking up at them. James was wondering what in the hell was going on when he saw Kirsten look over at Julia. They both looked down at him and smiled, and then began to tickle him. James was so shocked he did not have enough time to beg them to stop before he began wetting his diapers. Both girls stopped tickling him and put their hands on his diaper. They felt it turn soft and warm under their hands and they both began to giggle. James just lay on the bed in shock. When the girls finished their laughing they gently helped James down to the floor and Julia began to remove his wet diaper. Kirsten went over and grabbed a clean diaper and powder. When Julia took the wet diaper off him and he realized he was completely naked he started to protest. Kirsten quickly shoved a pacifier in his mouth though and commanded him to keep it there. When Julia began to powder James he got the same reaction to it as the first time Kirsten did it to him. Julia just giggled and then Julia taped the diapers snugly around him and made sure it was secure and helped him to his feet. Julia and Kirsten led James out to the living room where Kirsten got a blanket and wrapped it around him. Julia went out in the kitchen and began to fill a bottle with juice. Kirsten sat down on one end of the couch and told James to lay down on the couch and lay his head in her lap. She got a pillow to help prop his head up and she laid his head on her lap and gently stroked his hair. Julia came back in with the bottle and handed it to Kirsten who removed the pacifier from James mouth and told him to drink the bottle. Julia sat down on the end of the couch and laid James legs up on her lap. Kirsten and Julia began to talk of what they should do with James for the rest of the night. They thought of doing his hair or dressing him up or putting makeup on him but decided to wait to do all that till another day. The decided they would take him shopping to the mall since they loved shopping and after that they would go see a movie. James just listened to them as he lay motionless sucking on the bottle wondering what would happen next. Julia prepared a bag for James while Kirsten fed him the rest of the bottle. Julia grabbed three extra diapers a pacifier and a couple bottles and filled them with juice. Kirsten finished feeding James and told him to get his clothes on. They then took James out to Julia's car and they headed for the mall. When they arrived Julia handed James the bag containing his diapers and said, "Don't lose this or you won't be getting a change when you need it." James took the bag and the three of them walked in the mall. "Where should we go first??" asked Kirsten. "I think the first thing we need to do is get some more food in James so that we will be sure he will have lots to fill his diaper with in the morning," said Julia. James groaned. Kirsten and Julia laughed and laughed. Kirsten and Julia took James to a Chinese restaurant and ordered him some orange chicken and rice. "Just think, buddy," said Kirsten cheerfully. "Everything you eat is gonna end up in your diapers!!!! " "We will have to make sure to feed him lots of beans and tacos tomorrow!!" said Julia. "You will give my diarrhea, though," groaned James. "I know!!" said Julia cheerfully. "That is gonna be a lot of fun for you!" said Kirsten as she laughed. "I can only promise you this," said Julia. "You will be a poopy mess when we are finished with you tomorrow!!!" "Oh gross!!!" said James. "Gross isn't the word!" said Julia. "Its more like messy, messy, messy!!!!" "I can't wait to watch you poop in your diapers!" said Kirsten as she put her arm around him and gave him a squeeze . James just groaned more and finished up his meal. When they were finished eating the girls dragged James into every store imaginable. Neither of the girls were in any want for money. James really couldn't complain either though because his parents had plenty themselves. When they finished up shopping the girls took James to the movie theater. As Julia turned the car off the girls heard a familiar sound. pssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ss. James was wetting his diaper again. The girls laughed for what seemed an hour to James but they finally got him changed into a clean diaper. Julia brought an extra diaper to change James out of since she was quite sure by the amount of liquid they made him drink there was no way on earth he would make it through the movie dry. Julia bought them all some pop. James, of course, ended up with the biggest size there was. The girls decided to see the movie "Hannibal." James couldn't object since he loved "Silence of the Lambs." As they were walking in Julia whispered to James, "Now, buddy, I brought you and extra diaper so we could change you after the movie, but if you wet your diapers when you get scared I'm not getting up to change you in the middle of the movie. So you will have to sit in them till it is done." "Thanks a ton, Jules" James whispered back. James sat in between Kirsten and Julia and they weren't far in the movie before both were cuddling to him. James, on the other hand, wasn't far into the movie before he soaked the diapers, not because he was scared, but because the girls had been feeding him liquid almost nonstop. When the movie was over Julia changed James out at the car and got him in a fresh diaper, then they headed home. When they arrived at Julia's James was told to sit on the couch and Julia and Kirsten left the room to get ready. James knew it would be a long night because he had drank so much pop at the movie. When Kirsten and Julia called him in the room though he knew it would be much longer than he originally thought. He saw at least half a dozen bottles filled up and several diapers on the floor. Kirsten was fitting the plastic sheet onto Julia's bed. "Well James, we are gonna have a VERY busy day tomorrow," said Julia. "So we are gonna get you around for bed cuz it is bedtime" "More like BEDWETTING TIME!!!!" giggled Kirsten. When James heard the way Kirsten said bedwetting time he knew he was probably not gonna get much sleep. The girls then began to get him ready for bed. Part 7 Julia took out 4 diapers and began to cut the outer plastic of 3 of them. "Lay down," said Kirsten. She took his pants off when she found his diaper was dry she said, "You might wanna wet this before I take it off you if you gotta go at all, because as soon as your night diapers are on, whatever comes out you sleep in." "Thanks, but I don't gotta go," said James. Kirsten removed the dry diaper from James and began to sprinkle quite a bit of powder on him. "Don't want you to get a rash from all the wetting you are gonna be doing?" Kirsten giggled. "Why the hell are you cutting holes in those?" James said to Julia. "So that I can put four of them on you" said Julia. "Then when the first diaper fills it will be able to leak out into the next one." "That's why I am leaving the fourth diaper alone is so that it won't leak," said Julia. She then began to put the diapers on him. When Julia got the fourth diaper on him James could barely move. His legs were spread wide apart. Kirsten took his shirt off and said, "He can sleep in just his diapers." Both girls giggled as James tried to get to his feet. Julia and Kirsten helped him into the bed. Kirsten and Julia both hopped in after they grabbed several bottles each. Julia propped James head up into her lap as she sat in the bed. James look down and could not believe the number of bottles there were. Kirsten handed Julia a bottle and Julia said, "Drink up buddy the sooner you are done the sooner we can go to sleep. "And the sooner you can start wetting the bed!!!" Kirsten said. James drank for what seemed an eternity to him. Bottle after bottle finally he finished them all and Julia laid his head back down on the pillow. Kirsten then got up and turned out the lights and crawled back into the bed. Julia pulled the covers up over the three of them. James was laying in the middle of the bed in between the two girls. As James expected it was a tight squeeze but the two girls cuddled in close to him. James lay on his stomach with his head turned towards Julia. The two girls cuddled their heads in close to his and wrapped their arms around him. Kirsten gently rubbed his back and Julia moved her face momentarily closer his and gave him a quick kiss. James quickly drifted to sleep but just as quickly found himself awake. He could feel himself wetting and Kirsten was gently rubbing the crotch of his diapers. "Feels like bedwetting time has started," Kirsten said mockingly. "I'm sure it will go on for quite a while, too," said Julia as she gave James a tight squeeze. James went on wetting while Kirsten and Julia drifted to sleep cuddled to him. James drifted in and out of consciousness with each wetting. All three woke up abruptly though when Kirsten screamed!!!! Part 8 It didn't take long for James to figure out what Kirsten's scream was from. Kirsten jumped out of bed like a rocket. Julia looked at her friend and saw a dark stain on her pajamas. "He leaked all over me!!!!" said a hysterical Kirsten. "Thank God we put that plastic sheet on!!!" said Julia as she looked at the wet sheets with horror. Then they both looked over at James. His face was blushed beet red with embarrassment and he lay curled up and shivering. "Aww, I just wanted him to wet all over in his diapers, not freeze to death" said Kirsten. "I'll get him changed, you go get a bunch of blankets out of the closet and lay some on the floor and some for us to cover up with. We will have to sleep on the floor for the rest of the night," said Julia as she started to remove the soaked diapers from James. She then rediapered him the same way she had. When she was finished she removed the wet sheets from the bed and threw them in the wash. Then James and Julia went out by Kirsten and snuggled up in the blankets and fell asleep. Part 9 Julia and Kirsten awoke James the next morning about 9:30. "Busy day!!!!" said a smiling Julia as she pulled the covers off him. "I think we might have overdone the drinking thing just a little," said Kirsten as she felt absolutely soaked diapers. She changed him into a new fresh clean diaper. Unknown to the girls that while they were feeding James his breakfast he was all ready feeling the pain in his stomach that told him he desperately needed to poop. James was quite desperate by the time breakfast was over and he decided just to play on the mercy of the girls. "Can you Please let me go to the bathroom?" James begged. "Its worse than pee this time" he pleaded. "Hell NO!" said Kirsten. "This is what we have been waiting so patiently for!" added Julia. James fought about another half hour the girls didn't take their eyes off him the whole time. James finally could take it no longer. He filled his diapers with a warm mess of poop. Kirsten and Julia laughed as they watched. "Now can you change me, please!!!" James begged. "Nah," said Julia "It just snowed we are all gonna go outside and play." Julia and Kirsten dressed in their snow suits and then turned their attention to James. Julia pulled out an old snow suit she used to wear. "This should keep you nice and warm and keep you bundled up all nice and TIGHT!!!" Julia said with a smirk. The stretched and stretched it till it finally fit over James and they both giggled as they watched James face when they zipped it up spreading his poopy mess all over his backside. When they all got out side Julia and Kirsten both ran at James tackling him and spreading the mess around in his diaper even further. James wet his diaper several times before they decided to come in for lunch and he was just a mess. "You got first messy diaper, Julia!!" said Kirsten. "Fine but you are so changing the next one!" replied Julia. "Lay down, buddy," Julia said as she began to remove his clothes. When she got to the diaper and undid it she almost gagged at the smell. "Oh that is so messy!!! I am feeling slightly bad for you," she said. "Yeah," said Kirsten sullenly, "but not so bad we aren't fixing you tacos and beans for lunch," she added with a smile. When Julia finally got James cleaned up she was relieved as he was. She got him a bottle and told him to drink up and she went to help Kirsten fix the food. By the time James was starting to finish his second bottle Julia and Kirsten called him to the kitchen. They scooped him lots of beans and gave him several tacos and plenty more to drink. James finally finished his food and Julia told him to lay across the couch like he had last night and to lay his head in her lap. She gave him another bottle and told him just to rest and relax. James was more than happy to because he hadn't really gotten enough sleep the night before because of the non stop wetting the girls put him through. He slowly drifted to sleep on her lap. When James woke up he was wetting his diapers but that was the least of his worries. "Oh my gosh I feel so sick," James moaned. "Sounds like somebody needs to empty themselves out into their diapers," Kirsten giggled. Julia was about to say something when she was interrupted with a wet fart. James felt a thick stream of diarrhea fill the back of his diapers. Julia and Kirsten fell on the floor in laughter they weren't even close to finishing when another wet fart was heard and James filled the diapers with even more diarrhea. This went on with James filling the diapers a third time as well. "Go stand on the kitchen floor" commanded Julia in between laughs "I can't have you get your poop all over the carpet" James went into the kitchen and the girls laughed for almost another 10 minutes straight. Julia came into the kitchen with Kirsten close behind. "You done squirting yet?" Julia asked with a smile. "I think so, but I gotta pee now" James replied. "Well go now cuz after you get changed you aren't getting a clean diaper for the next couple of hours," said Julia. James began to wet, psssssssssssssss the sound was a cue to the girls to begin laughing again. About five minutes after James was done wetting the diaper they quit laughing. Julia looked at the clock. "Oh geez it is 3 in the afternoon already, time flies when you are having fun, huh, James??" Julia laughed. Kirsten went over by James and looked at the diapers. They had swelled absolutely huge but had not leaked. "Wow that must be an umm rather interesting feeling to be wearing that James." Kirsten said and began to laugh. "You know what is really funny though?" said Julia as she began to laugh. "Whats that?" asked Kirsten as she laughed, too. "Its your turn to change him!!!" Julia said still laughing. Kirsten stopped laughing and groaned. Part 10 "This is gonna be so nasty!!!" Kirsten said aloud. "Just be glad you aren't wearing them" replied Julia. "Very, very, true," said Kirsten. She took James and laid him down on a changing pad. When Kirsten untaped the diapers she turned white. "OH MY GOSH!!! OH MY GOSH" she whined. She moved the diaper out from underneath him and then took some several wipes and began to clean him off. It took several minutes in all for Kirsten to get him completely clean. She then powdered him extremely well and taped a diaper snugly in place on him. "Feel better, James?" Kirsten asked. "Tons!!!" he replied. "Well you make sure you eat very good for dinner tonight so you can fill your diapers up nice and full for Julia before we go to bed, ok?" said Kirsten. James just rolled his eyes. When James and Kirsten entered back in the kitchen Julia was waiting for them." You know what would be great? I think we should have James fill his diapers like that some night before bed and let him sleep like that!" Julia said. Kirsten giggled, "oh that would be hilarious" she agreed. "Lets go get some pizza for dinner tonight," said Julia. "Sounds good to me!" said Kirsten. The girls took turns getting ready while the other girl watched James. Julia went and got ready first so Kirsten sat down with James and began to talk to him. "We might as well talk about something other than you peeing and pooping in your diapers for a while till Julia gets out," said Kirsten. "Ok sounds good to me," replied James. "Tell me all about your bedwetting, and don't miss any details!" Kirsten giggled. James groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh c'mon, I won't tell a soul, I promise, how old were you when you stopped?" Kirsten asked. "I stopped halfway through eighth grade," answered James. "Did you have to wear diapers?" Kirsten giggled as she asked. "Only when we went places away from home" Kirsten smiled at him and said, "Why are you blushing while telling me this, James? I mean, look at you now." James looked down and saw his diaper and blushed even worse. Kirsten just laughed, and said, "You know we still consider you our best friend, but there is no way we could pass this up!! it's just too much fun." "Yeah, I'd have a fun time making you wet the bed and poop in a diaper, too" James laughed as he thought of this. "Well too bad that will never happen," Kirsten said as she smiled. "We will see about that thought James....as soon as I get the picture from you two and this week is over, I will get my friendly revenge," James thought to himself. "James you still with me?" Kirsten asked as she saw him deep in thought. "Oh yeah, too bad, don't worry though, I won't hold hard feelings against you two," said James. "Good," said Kirsten, "cuz we still love ya!" "Your turn," said Julia as she came out of the bathroom. Kirsten walked to the bathroom and Julia sat down next to James. "We would let you get ready, James, but you're wearing a diaper, so looks like your ready!" Julia said. "Thanks a lot, Jules," said James as sarcastically as he could. "Do you think I look pretty?" asked Julia. "Yeah what's new, though?" asked James. "Thanks, I know!!!" said Julia as she giggled, "and for that come over here." Kirsten came out of the bathroom all ready to go. She saw Julia changing James diaper on the floor. "Did he wet his diapers already again?" asked Kirsten. "Yeah he just can't seem to control his bladder at all when I kiss him," replied Julia. Kirsten giggled and said, "all right lets go eat." "Don't you think we should let James put some pants over his diaper?" Julia asked. Kirsten thought for a few seconds and smiled at James. James face turned white. "Yeah I guess so," Kirsten giggled. James sighed in relief, got his pants on, and they all walked out to the car to leave. Part 11 Kirsten came out of the bathroom all ready to go. She saw Julia changing James' diaper on the floor. "Did he wet his diapers already again?" asked Kirsten. "Yeah he just can't seem to control his bladder at all when I kiss him" replied Julia. Kirsten giggled and said, "all right lets go eat." "Don't you think we should let James put some pants over his diaper?" Julia asked. Kirsten thought for a few seconds and smiled at James. James face turned white. "Yeah I guess so," Kirsten giggled. James sighed with relief, got his pants on, and they all walked out to the car to go eat. When they arrived at the pizza place Julia took James to sit down while Kirsten ordered the pizza. After they were seated James asked what they were gonna do when they were done eating. "Oh we are gonna have lots of fun," promised Julia. "First, we are gonna go rent some movies, when we get home your pizza should be worked through your system and we plan on you having some more messy diapers. We will have some fun with your messy diapers for a bit, you'll have to wait and see what I mean by that. Then when I am done changing those nasty things, we will put the movies in and cuddle you up with us. Then we will watch the movies and start feeding you bottles to get you ready for your bedwetting tonight!!!" "Wonderful!!!" James said in a sarcastic tone. Kirsten then came back to the table with the pizza and they all ate. James was given plenty more than he wanted and was absolutely stuffed when they all got back into the car. The girls drove to the movie store and took plenty of time picking out two movies James really didn't want to see. "You will be busy drinking, anyways," said Kirsten when James complained. James stomach was starting to churn when they were halfway home and he realized it was the all too familiar feeling of him needing to poop. When the arrived home James was in obvious pain and discomfort. "Just poop in your diapers so we can watch the movies!" Julia said. James knew it was inevitable and that the girls weren't gonna let him off so he squatted down and began to push. His stomach ached as he tried to push the poop out but it was much more solid than it had been the first two times. After about six or seven minutes James finally worked it all out. He sighed with relief but was quickly yanked up to his feet by Julia who told him to take his jeans and shirt off. While James was doing this his bladder started to release all he had drank the past few hours. Julia had undressed him and let him back down on the floor before James had finished wetting the diaper. James sighed with relief as the aching in his bladder and bowels had finally subsided. "All right, James, I want you to stay laying on your stomach no matter what we do," Julia commanded. "Yes, this is going to get a bit messy!" Kirsten said as she got on the floor next to him. She then placed her hands on the back of his diaper and began to press inward on it spreading his poop around. James began to get up but lay back down quickly when Julia said, "Sit down or you are sleeping in it tonight!" Kirsten kept rubbing the back of his diapers for a good 15 minutes and James squirmed with discomfort as he felt what used to be a rather solid bowel movement worked into a thick paste across his backside. Kirsten then got up and told him to stay laying on the ground till they returned. When they did Julia was holding a large bowl. "In case you didn't notice we drank plenty tonight too, so we got something to add to your diaper." "Hurry up while it is still warm!!!" Kirsten said. James turned white as Julia pulled the front of his diaper out and Kirsten poured the bowl filled with yellow liquid down the front of his diaper. James jumped around as the warm liquid ran down his skin and all around in his diapers turning the pasty poop on his backside into a gooey mess. James was literally seconds from throwing up when Kirsten said, "Geez James, just kidding, James. Its only warm water with yellow food coloring! even we aren't that nasty!!!." The color returned to James' face and he stopped jumping up and down. "Now stand still so we can rub it around some more or your sleeping in it!" Julia said. James stood still and began his squirming again as the girls worked the mess all over his diapered area. After what seemed hours to James but actually wasn't that long, the girls finally got sick of watching James squirm and decided to clean him up so they could watch the movies. "Your messy diaper this time," said Kirsten. "I know, go warm him up some bath water so we can wash him and I'll get him out of this diaper," replied Julia. Julia led James to another bathroom and lay him down and quickly got the messy diaper off him. She wiped him clean as best she could then turned the shower on and told him to jump in. He was in there for about a minute when she opened the shower curtain and turned the water off. "What are you doing?" asked James? "I just wanted you to rinse the rest of that mess off, not clean yourself. Kirsten and I are going to wash you in the tub" said Julia. James shifted uncomfortably as he stood before the girls totally naked. "Hop in" said Kirsten. "It should be just about the right temp" The warm water did feel good but James could barely enjoy it. He was far to embarrassed at being aroused as he sat in the water in front of the girls. "Don't be embarrassed James, We would think there was something wrong with you if that didn't happen" said Julia with a smile. James tried to relax and did a good job minus the 10 minutes Julia and Kirsten took alternating back and forth as they washed his privates. Finally they shampooed his hair and rinsed it out and told him to hop out of the tub. Julia and Kirsten took two towels and dryed his body and then stretched them on the floor and told him to lay down on them. Kirsten left the room and Julia took several diapers out and prepared them as she had the night before. She told James that she added a couple extra diapers since they were gonna watch the movies first and that he wasn't getting changed till morning. She then powdered him good and began to diaper him. Kirsten returned with a light blue one piece sleeper that had mittens in the hands and feet. "This should keep our buddy nice and warm while he sleeps tonight" Kirsten said mockingly. When Julia finished taping on all the diapers They began to put the sleeper on him. James was surprised at how well it fit when they zipped him up. The only place it was very tight at all was where his diapers bulged out quite noticeably. They then led him out to the couch and Kirsten turned the first movie on. Julia and Kirsten sat close together and James lay across their laps with his head on Julia's lap and his upper body across Kirsten's lap. The took turns feeding James the bottles since his hands were useless in the mittens of the sleeper. They only made James drink a few bottles and then Julia commented that she didn't want her bed soaked again so they let him sit up in between them and wrapped a blanket around the three of them. James made it through the first movie but halfway through the second movie he knew he would be going to bed in a wet diaper. As the second movie neared its end James wet the diapers quite a bit. His diapers were so thick however that they easily and quickly absorbed all his pee and he could barely notice that he had even wet. When the second movie ended the girls decided James diapers should be able to hold a ton of pee. So they decided to give him a few more bottles before bed. When James lay down between the girls for bed his body was filled with liquids and he knew it would probably be another long night. James listened to the girls crack jokes about bedwetting for an hour or so before he finally fell asleep. When James woke up he was wetting his diapers badly and as she had been the night before, Kirsten was awake to tease him about his wetting. James listened to another ten minutes before she finally cuddled up close to him and went to sleep. James woke up a few more times and felt the warm liquid moving through his diapers, but he slept rather well as he snuggled closely with the girls as they held on to him and laid their heads on his chest. Part 12 James woke up soaked, and squirmed around a bit trying to get comfortable. His squirming woke Kirsten up. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the clock. "It's only seven, James, go back to sleep," she said as she yawned. "How about I put these soaked diapers on you and you go back to sleep," said James. "Aww did James go wettums in his didees?" Kirsten mocked. "What do you think after all you made me drink? replied James. "FINE!!! I will change you so we can rest for a couple more hours, then its time for you to dirty your diapers!!!" Kirsten said. With that she removed the soaked diapers from James and taped a new one snugly to him. They then cuddled back under the covers and fell asleep. The alarm went off at 10 AM. Kirsten and Julia both shook James as he tried to ignore the alarm. "Lets go, James, we got a busy day," said Julia. "Last full day, thank goodness" said James. "Well we better make it the best then," said Kirsten. The girls fed him another big breakfast and by the time he was finished he needed to pee badly again. Julia and Kirsten watched as he squirmed around Kirsten got and idea and she unzipped the sleeper from him and left him so he was just in his diapers. James squirmed uncomfortably as the girls sat and watched him standing in just his diaper. He squirmed around and finally gave up and wet the diaper in front of them. The girls giggled as they watched the front of his diaper turn yellow. "Can you change me now?" asked James. "Nah, we will wait 'til you fill that up with some poop first," said Julia. The girls didn't have to wait long at about 11:30 James was squirming and dancing with a fresh bladder of pee and a stomach ache that told him it was gonna be messy. The girls had James lie across the couch and Julia was feeding him bottles while Kirsten massaged his stomach trying to force the poop into his diapers. James finally gave in and let several warm streams of diarrhea fill the diapers. The girls helped James sit up so he wouldn't leak. Julia quit feeding him the bottle but Kirsten continued to massage his stomach and helped several more streams of diarrhea into James diapers. When James had finished the warm runny mess was all over and he was very ready to be changed. Kirsten finally took him in the bathroom and removed the dirty diapers and let him hop in the shower. When he got out she let him dry himself off and then she diapered him. James was fed more tacos and beans for lunch and they laid him down for a nap. James slept decent during the nap but was awakened again by pains of needing to poop. Kirsten was right there as always to mock him. "Aww, does my little buddy need to go poopy??" She taunted. "Well If I was you I would hold that as long as you can!!" said Julia, "because we are gonna take you to the mall again and then we are gonna go out to eat around six, when we are done with that, then we will change you." James groaned as he thought about it. He knew he would not be able to hold off messing the diaper long, and it was only 2:30. Part 13 "Lay down over here James" Julia said as she got another diaper out. "I'm going to put another diaper on you along with these plastic pants, because I don't want you dripping all over during dinner," she said with a smile and wink. James lay down and let her put the extra diaper and plastic pants on him. When he put his pants on he looked in the mirror and saw a slight bulkiness to his diapered area. "JULIA!!!!!" he complained. "Would you rather walk around the mall and look like maybe you are wearing a diaper or walk around without the extra diaper and without the plastic pants and have everyone KNOW from the smell that you are wearing a DIRTY DIAPER?" Julia asked sarcastically. James sighed and bent over in pain as his stomach groaned from the pressure built up inside of him. Julia got in the driver's seat and Kirsten got in the backseat with James. "Lay down across the seat and put your head in my lap and listen," said Kirsten as she helped him lay down. "Just being the nice person I am, I'm gonna make a suggestion for ya!!!!" she said with a smile. James knew that whichever way he decided his diapers were still gonna be dirty. "I think you should just fill your diapers up now while your relaxed and laying down, it's all gonna come out sooner or later and I would think you would wanna be stationary when it happens. Besides, your tummy has to be killing you, just let it out," Kirsten said smiling. James knew she was right and buried his face in her lap. Kirsten played with his hair as James tried to get in a position he thought best to fill the diaper. Finally, James let go and felt the diarrhea completely fill his diapers. He almost started crying as he felt the warm semi-liquid poop spread all over him. Kirsten and Julia giggled as they continued to get closer to the mall. When they arrived Kirsten had to prod him to get up. "C'mon, you can't keep your face their forever, even though I know you would like to," she said as she laughed. James slowly got up and felt the still warm mess shifting through out his diapers. Kirsten and Julia walked him around from store to store as time just absolutely crawled for James. The girls shopped non stop until dinner time and only stopped once for a few minutes to let James fill the diapers with a warm flood of pee and some fresh diarrhea before they continued to look around. By the time they were finished walking the mess covered James from front to back and filled every inch of his diapers. Time crawled as James sat in the mess during dinner and the girls once again showed no mercy. James was given an extraordinary amount to eat and was told he wasn't getting changed until he finished it. During dinner James wet heavily again and the contents of his diapers spilled into his plastic pants. James finally finished dinner and looked pleadingly at Julia. "PLEASE change me!!!!" he begged. "Damn it, I forgot to bring any extra diaper to change you into," Julia said. "DAMN IT JULIA!!!!" James yelled. The whole restaurant looked in their direction. Kirsten seized the opportunity and said loud enough so that everyone looking could here, "Take it easy James, I brought a diaper to change you with," she said as she held one up so everyone could see. James turned beet red and practically dragged Julia out of the restaurant and into the mall. Kirsten shouted after Julia that she would stay to pay the bill and meet them outside the diaper changing rooms. When they got to the diaper changing rooms which were right next to the girls bathroom, James looked in horror as there seemed to be about a hundred teenage girls standing around the area. James turned red as there was no doubt in anyone's mind who was gonna get changed. It was easy for everyone to see he was struggling to walk in his mess and Julia held a diaper in her hands as she led him into the changing room. Julia removed the dirty diaper from James. He could tell it looked every bit as nasty as it felt when he saw a queasy look come across Julia's face. It took her a while to completely wipe him off but she finally finished and was reaching for the clean diaper when she bumped the diarrhea filled one and knocked it off the changing counter onto the floor. "Shit," she said as she looked at James with a look of horror. "What's wrong, Jules?" James asked as he couldn't see on the floor what she could see. "Umm I Kind of accidentally bumped the messy diaper off the counter," she said. "Well duh, I could see that" said James, "but what was that look you gave me?" "Well I kind of knocked it onto your pants and they got shit all over them," Julia said timidly. "WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA WEAR OUT OF HERE??" James asked. Julia's face turned from a look of horror to a smile. When Julia and James walked out of the changing room Kirsten was right outside the door waiting for them. When Kirsten saw them she began to laugh uncontrollably and tons of people looked to see what the girl was laughing so hard about. "That is so mean, yet so funny!!!" she giggled as she stared at James who was only wearing his shirt and a perfectly visible white disposable diaper. James turned red as many people looked at him. He counted his luck the changing rooms were close to the car, and figured only a couple hundred people had seen him. He prayed they were all people he didn't know. Julia put James pants in the trunk as they smelled absolutely awful and then they got in the car to go to Julia's house. Kirsten didn't stop laughing the whole way home as Julia told her exactly what had happened in the changing room. James just buried his face in her lap again and tried not to think about all the people who had saw him. When they got to the house Julia threw James pants in the wash and they watched TV till around 8:30. Julia then came up to James and told him if he was smart he would empty as much out into his diapers as he could, because Kirsten was going to get him diapered for bed time. Kirsten walked in the room and added, "and once you are diapered for bed you aren't going to be changed till morning." James filled the diaper with as much pee as he could as he pushed until nothing would come out. Kirsten then changed the wet diaper and took out several clean diapers and prepared them as Julia had the two nights before. She laid him down and taped diaper after diaper tightly to him and then put the footed sleeper with mittens on him. James had a hard time walking as he found he had a few more diapers on than the last night. "They might be uncomfortable now but you'll be happy you got them when you are wetting tonight," said Julia. "Wetting will be the least of his worries," Kirsten whispered to Julia. The girls giggled as knew James didn't realize with all the food he had eaten, plus the laxatives Kirsten had slipped in his bottle she was about to feed him, James dinner was not too far away from the back of his diapers. James laid his head in Kirsten's lap and sucked down the bottle completely. Julia got a blanket and wrapped James in it. Kirsten put a pacifier in his mouth and stroked his hair while Julia gently began to rub and push on his abdomen. The massage only felt good to James for about 45 minutes as he suddenly realized with a slight pain what the real intent of the massage was. James tried to sit up but Kirsten gently pushed his head down and warned him to k this is where it cuts off, i cant find the rest of it, i can attempt to finalize it if nobody has a link to the full story

Jessica’s Diaper Punishment – 1 Original Author Unknown Edited by Daddy Rich Part 1 I woke up this morning a little groggy and a headache from the last drunken night I went to. I was back home for the summer after a tough Masters semester. The family home was the last place I wanted to go since my father remarried a woman, a girl who is just 5 years older than me. It's hard to accept the fact that he's married to a young woman that I don't love. At 24, I think I'm grown up enough to go and do whatever I want, but when I came home for the summer, it wasn't easy. While my father travels a lot, Naomi my mother-in-law was in charge of the house and the discipline that I could need. I thought it was ridiculous and that I didn't need a babysitter anymore, but my dad is strict with me and I respect his wishes to manage our relationship as well as possible. I didn't do anything until I realized the hold Naomi could have on me. With my headache, I slowly prepare myself to go to the bathroom for my first weekend at home. As I get up, I find my sheets wet and my pajamas sticking to my skin. I was horrified that I had had an accident last night. Instead of making a scene of the situation, I remove the wet sheets to put them in the wash before she realizes it. But Naomi smiled when she saw me with the sheets and especially the halo all wet under the buttocks of my pajamas. “I hope you can explain all this!” Naomi said. "Umm, yeah, but I see it more as an accident," I replied. Naomi smiled and kept looking at me telling me she was going to talk to my dad about how to handle a young girl who wets her bed. I had no choice but to smile back as she called my dad's cell phone. While my father picks up, Naomi recounts the current situation and that I had a drunken evening. I couldn't help listening to his words through the phone, he was angry and told Naomi that she had carte blanche to control the situation and punish me. My blood boiled at the thought that she could punish me for wetting the bed. Naomi finished the conversation with my father and asks me to clean everything up because the punishment starts in about an hour. I didn't know what was on her mind as she leaves saying to me "hurry up little baby, you are going to get a punishment you won't soon forget" I put the sheets in the machine and take a shower, get dressed and rush downstairs to see what she had in mind to punish me. I find a note that says she's coming back in a little while to run some errands, but my punishment will begin when she gets back. I take my breakfast in the kitchen in front of the TV while Naomi arrives with the same smile with two large bags. She puts her two big bags on the table. Without asking me she bends down and touches my crotch and asks me if I was wet. I answer her no, and she asks me to get up and drop my pants to start the punishment which I refuse. She looks serious and asks me again to get up which I could no longer refuse, so I stood up. She goes down my jeans and my panties to my ankles when she notices that my pubis is shaved. Then she asks me to release the pants, I was getting nervous, I didn't know where this was leading. While standing, my buttocks in the air half naked, she begins to tell me that my punishment will start with the two bags on the table. To Be Continued

I'm standing in a small room off of a busy hallway. The room is empty aside from a chalkboard mounted on the wall behind me, on it are a few tally marks. The door is propped open so anyone passing can see inside. Evidence of accidents are obvious in the dampness at the front of my uniform pants and the sagging bulge at the back. But those are from a while ago and my day is far from over. I'm shaking with desperation, my knees clamped together, my feet constantly shifting, my face twisted in the effort to hold it. Tears fall as I lose control and start to soak myself. Fresh wetness shows on my pants and a puddle spreads at my feet. With a whimper I turn and add another mark to the board. How many more marks will I have to make before I am permitted to leave this spot and change my unfortunate clothes?

*This short story was inspired by this picture I found on pixiv: Drawn by: https://www.pixiv.net/users/2453632 This was written on my phone and copy-pasted from discord, please forgive some potential formatting issues 🙏* A harsh lesson for the newbie: Vampires have a habit of hibernating in their coffins whenever tragedy strikes, so that they may rise again at a more opportune era... Unfortunately, this newbie is unfamiliar with such a concept and as such she had to urgently return to her coffin after a very long night of drinking and partying. The rest of the vampire order were disappointed at her lack of forethought and planning. Knowing that she would undoubtedly ruin her place of hibernation by voiding her bladder after all she had consumed at that congregation, they saw it fit to take preemptive measures and punish her at the same time: Just a few moments before she stepped into her coffin, the order picked her up and dressed her - or rather, mummified her - in tight, completely impermeable latex and leather, ensuring that she would be unable to leave until the rest of the order awakens. Should she leak, it would not soil the padded surface of her resting place, though of course that meant it would instead just pool inside her "clothes", but the order saw it as a good punishment and as a very good way to train the young vampire on how to control her bladder like refined lady should! For the first 50 years of her sleep, she held strong, but soon it became too much, she suddenly came awake, squirming frantically as she felt her overfull bladder stretching to contain it all. Worse yet, her garments completely bound her, not even allowing her to place her hands on her aching crotch. "Help! Help!! Someone get me out, I can't hold it anymore!" - She begged, but all that came out were whimpers, as her garments covered her mouth completely and muffled her voice. Even if her whimpers could be heard outside the coffin, they would fall on deaf ears, the rest of the vampire order, - much more experienced in hibernation - was in a deep sleep now, oblivious to the newbie's pleas as they dreamed and gathered their strength. And so, unable to even grab herself to try pointlessly holding back the inevitable... She leaked, a small spurt managed to push through her tired sphincter, with these completely impermeable garments, that little drop that leaked out would not be absorbed, it instead rolled down her tightly clenched privates, tickling it gently as it brushed against her soft, pale skin... That tickling sensation almost immediately pushed the poor lady over the edge once more, she leaked again, and again, and again until she started to let out a steady, hissy stream of urine into her garments which would pool over the impermeable leather and latex, spreading and sloshing around inside, soaking every inch of her thin legs, her round and firm posterior, her neatly trimmed pubic area... The liquid would remain fully contained, not a drop would escape her leather and latex prison, and it would only continue to rise up her back, as she was powerless to stop her bladder as the urine flooded up to her cute, perky breasts. She whimpered again, that warmth, the wetness... It embraced her and caused discomfort, she could feel it sloshing around and splashing against her skin, she felt disgusting. She tried to yell out again hoping one last time that the order might hear her muffled pleas... Of course, nobody came. Now she lies there, resting in a pool of her urine as a punishment for her foolish partying. Still, she takes solace in the fact that in 50 more years, the order will wake up and free her from this warm, wet, ammonia scented prison. "I just have to wait a little longer..." - She thinks - "They'll let me out after the crysis has passed! 50 more years, I can hold the rest of my pee until then... Right?" ... Let's all hope for her sake that no Vampire Hunters find out where the order is hiding...

If this has already been posted by others, please delete or redirect. Has anyone else ever been playing a game online on their phone or gaming platform while procrastinating with a full bladder (I think most of us have) and trying to attain a certain score, which seems just out of our reach? I started imposing conditions such as, if I didn't obtain a certain score in the next round, I would let out a squirt of pee. I'm not diapered, so this would be in regular clothing, on an unprotected surface, and hopefully stop at a squirt. I haven't done this to the point of a full-on soaking. I usually just give up on the game eventually, but I happened to remember this tonight.

Disclaimer: This story contains pee desperation, sex acts, and pee holding. This my first story and your comments are appreciated. Part 1 It was a Friday evening and I was expecting to meet Jenny at my home around 1 PM and we were planning to have alone time until around 5. That weekend, my parents went to their village to see some relatives and I decided that it was the best day to meet Jenny at my home and enjoy some sexy time. If it is not clear until now, Jenny is my girl friend. Jenny was just 2 years younger than me and was studying an English course after her high school exams while waiting for exam results. I was studying at the university. Although we were dating for 1 year at that time, we never had sex. Premarital sex was not approved in my culture (however I doubt that most people nowadays have sex before marriage anyway). Although we did not care about social norms, we had a mutual agreement that we will wait sometime for penetrative sex. Yet, we managed to enjoy sex through various foreplay methods. She had given me several blowjobs and hand jobs while I gave her some clitoral massages, cunnilingus, and anal rim jobs. I was expecting to receive similar favors on this day. However, the things did not go as planned initially. Jenny called me in the morning and said that she has an assignment on that day and said that she cannot come to my house. I already cancelled my plans for the day and was angry at her last-minute cancellation. Afterall we were unable to meet for the last three weeks due to my university exams and I was very excited to meet Jenny today. “Well not everything goes according the plan. I’ll use this time to catch up with marvel movies before the release of Avengers end game” I though and started watching a movie on my laptop. During the final 30 minutes of the film my phone started ringing. It’s Jenny. “Hi darling, I’m 10 minutes away from your home” “But you said that you have an assignment at class”, I said. “The class got cancelled as our teacher got sick. So I’m coming to you place as planned. I already got down from the bus. Did not want to call you earlier as you were angry with me. I wanted to surprise you” “Ha ha that’s what happens when you try to avoid me and cancels our plans. Well I’ll keep the door open. Come on in when you arrive” “Clicked”, I hear the door opens and Jenny was wearing a blue and white striped blouse with a black pencil skirt that is slightly above her knees. I hugged and gave her a warm kiss while squeezing her tight ass. “You look gorgeous today” “Thank you baby. Its very hot, I walked almost 10 minutes to come to your home and you did not even come to pick me up on the bike”, she said. “I would have picked you up from your home, if you decided to come at our original agreed time”, I said. ”Yes I know. Its my mistake. I’m thirsty and need to pee real bad”. Normally she is shy to mention about her needs. But the urgency has reduced her inhibitions. “You can have some lemonade to quench your thirst” “That’s great.” I gave her a full glass of lemonade and she gulped it. “Well you disobeyed me by cancelling our plans. You should do something for me as a punishment. Lets see what I get” I asked while touching her legs beneath her skirt. “I could give you a blow job or may be a handjob” “That was the original plan. I need something more for your disobedience” I said while lifting her skirt up and exposing her panty. She was wearing a pink cotton panty and she was keeping her legs tight. “Open your legs darling, I need to give a kiss to your pussy” “Be gentle. I’m desperate to pee” She hesitantly opened her legs and her panty was fully exposed. Her pink panty had two damp patches near two sides. Has she already leaked ? I wondered. But the dampness was near her inner thighs and not near the pussy. Few strands of pubic hair was poking from the sides of her panty and I could feel the her pubic hair. “Sorry. I was planning to shave today. But did not bother when I decided to go to class instead of meeting you” Jenny blushed. “May be I like it better this way” I said. Then I gave a gentle kiss to her pussy over the panty and smelled her panties. I could slightly smell pee mixed with sweat. “You have sweat a lot” “Yes. Its very hot outside. Are you happy with what you got” she said mischievously. “Well, that’s not what I want. You said you want to pee bad right ?” I asked while standing up. “Yes. Lemonade will increase my need and I need to go to the toilet” she said. “Let me propose a punishment for you. I will not give you permission to pee until you make me cum”. “Could you elaborate more about the rules ?” Jenny asked while rearranging her skirt. “You can shake or suck me for 2-minute intervals. If I did not cum within that period, you must do whatever I say. We can repeat this until I cum. You can pee only after getting me off” “So what type of things are you going to ask me to do ?” “I have to think about it. I’ll make sure those tasks wont take more than 3 or 4 minutes to fulfill at max. Also I’ll make sure to include activities that will be pleasurable to you as well. Hope you like be eaten out while desperate to pee” She blushed when I mentioned that. ”I’m not sure” “Hey come on. I’m going easy on you. You can think this whole thing as a game. If you make me cum in the first 2 minutes, you may not even need to do anything special and able to pee right away”. She starts to think about my proposal. I’m an ordinary guy and I rank my sexual performance as above average. Sometimes I have cum within 50-60 seconds and sometimes I was able to hold it for 30 mins. But most of the time I’m able to hold it for around 10 minutes. Jenny is thinking about the same. “Okay. Deal. I hope I can make you cum quick like that time in the movies” she said. She was referring to an event that happened as soon as we start dating. After my exams, we went to see a movie and through the first part of the movie, we were touching each other above our clothes. I was so horny and have not masturbated for two weeks due to exam stress. Suddenly she took my cock out, spread her legs to show me her panty and pussy, and started stroking my penis. I ejaculated instantly and uncontrollably on her hands. And some cum landed on her hair as well. She was surprised but at the same time she was happy. “Well we had phone sex last night as well, I think I can hold it bit longer than that time for sure. But make sure not to leak or wet your self. Then you will lose the whole thing”, I said. “So let me take your penis out” Jenny said touching my dick over the shorts romantically. “Not now. I have 15 minutes left in the movie. We’ll start the whole thing after finishing the movie” “NOOO” to be continued.....

Note: This is an excerpt from a much larger piece of fiction that I'm working on and is posted elsewhere. The story in of itself isn't all about omo and wetting but one of the scenes I wrote. It is not as in detail as I'd like it to be, but since I'm posting this story for general (adult) audiences and erotica I have to be somewhat careful how much detail I put into it. Despite that I hope it is enjoyed and maybe if it is, I'll write something specifically for here with much more detail. ------- “I still have to-” “I heard you the first time, darlin, and I do not like repeated attempts at begging. It’s pathetic.” He warned. She nodded, starting to realize that it was probably why Mickey hadn’t said anything about the same predicament he was more than likely in. Either something would be done about it or nothing would. He slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a key which he used to unlock one of the cuffs from her wrists before pulling her to her feet. She was then turned and he locked her wrist back in place again before slapping her across the ass. “There are a few things you need to learn, I'm afraid and I can’t make too much of a mess in this cabin. Leaving evidence and all is not how I’m going to stay a free man. Besides, I’m sure you’ll appreciate a nice little walk in the fresh air now won’t you?” “Yes, Daddy.” She agreed quickly, not wanting to anger him. He took her by the arm again and started to pull her out of there, towards the stairs. It wasn’t easy to walk as fast as he wanted her to and she tripped over her feet a few times as they went. If this was bothering him, he didn’t let on to it as he was practically dragging her through the house and out through the sliding back doors in the room she once called her own. He shoved her forward onto the grass in her bare feet and she stumbled before regaining her balance and turning to look at him. He approached her and motioned ahead of them towards the trees. “Start walking.” He said. She almost started to protest this, since she was barefoot and it was going to hurt walking into the forest like that but she realized it was probably the point so she did as she was told. He stayed right behind her, close enough that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck as they moved. She considered running but she didn’t know where she was or even what direction to go. Depending how long he’d been out there he’d do a much better job chasing her down than she’d do running away. She knew she’d have to look for a far better escape route than that. After a few minutes of walking they came to a bit of a clearing with a large tree stump in the middle. There was an eye bolt in the center of it which she was pulled to. One of the cuffs was detached from her wrist then locked around the bolt. This left her leaning forward, bent at the waist and kind of resting on the top of the flat surface of the trunk since she was a lot shorter than him and it had been a very large tree. He got behind her and shoved her shirt up enough to expose her back. She shivered in the chilly morning air of the fall day which was deceptively sunny for how cold it actually was. “Scream all you want out here, no one’s gonna hear it, darlin.” He said. She turned to look over her shoulder at him but he only grabbed her head and forced it back to a forward position so she was staring at the trees in front of her. “No one told you to look at me, but…I will tell you if you’re a good girl for Daddy you’ll get the relief you want once he’s finished.” “T-Thank you.” She whispered, assuming he was talking about letting her use the bathroom. This wasn’t really new to her either, she’d been in situations where everything about her was controlled, even when and where she was able to piss. Though she didn’t want to do anything like that with him, it at least made the situation easier on her, having been through it before. She closed her eyes and tried to relax as much as possible as she heard him moving around her. Branches snapping under his feet. She only became concerned when things got silent. Her body started to shake and moments later without any warning she was struck across the back. She screamed and jerked, pulling at her restraints tightly. He must have cut a switch from somewhere around there when she couldn’t see what he had been doing. He struck her again, and again, each time harder than the last. She could feel her skin opening with cuts from the impact of the branch. He was relentless with it too, never striking in the same spot, never with any sort of warning. Just over and over as she writhed in agony, crying out and praying that he’d run out of energy sometime soon. Her fear and pain only fueled the arousal she was feeling and the awkward position was putting a strain on her legs and back but she couldn’t properly move away or collapse, to do anything about it. By the time he had decided he was finished with this little activity, she was burning hot and sweating from the torture. Her body was shivering with pain and yet, even still, she found herself attempting to rub against the bark of the tree for some type of stimulation. Her orgasm was close, far more than she wanted it to be but she was desperate. Why did he have to stop? If he’d continued she could have hidden it in a scream but it was almost like he knew…or had figured it out. He came around to the front of her so she could see him again, getting down at her level to make eye contact with her. “You took that very well,” He said, “Don’t think I can’t see what you’re doing either. I don’t quite understand how you ended up here but I think we’re going to have fun with it. Aren’t we?” “Fuck…you.” She panted. “Yes that is the plan of sorts. Eventually.” He replied sounding amused, “Now, piss yourself for Daddy.” “W-what?” She panted. “Darling girl were you not listening when I told you about not repeating myself?” He sighed then stood up. He started to walk behind her and she screamed, out, not knowing or wanting to know what he planned to do since she hadn’t immediately listened to his order. Mickey was right about that and she was going to have to do a much better job than she was doing. “I-I’m sorry…please I’m sorry Daddy I’ll…I’ll do what you want.” She spat out, trying to turn again just to get a glimpse of what he thought he was going to do. “HEAD FORWARD!” He roared at her and she whined but did as he wanted, turning to look back as directed, not wanting to incur his wrath more than she had. She felt a hand strike her ass roughly causing her to scream again, her throat raw and aching from the effort. “I’m not going to tell you again.” She closed her eyes and with a terribly humiliated sob she did the only thing she could, she stopped trying to hold her bladder and let herself go. It wasn’t easy at first but once she started she wasn’t able to stop. It seemed to go on forever, but probably only because she knew she was being watched and that fucking pervert was getting his rocks off to it. As she finished, she laid there shivering, covered in blood and her own urine, helpless to move from where she had been restrained. “There…I…I’ve finished…sir.” She said bitterly through clenched teeth. “Good.” He said and slapped her ass again, “Now, I need to go deal with that little problem of mine in the basement so you’ll just have to wait here for a bit. If you even think about making yourself cum before I get back just know you’ll regret it. I’m onto your little masochistic streak. You did well trying to hide it though.” “What? You’re leaving?” “Did I stutter?” He snapped, “You’ll be fine out here for a while, and perhaps laying in your own filth will force you to realize who’s really in charge here. I’ll be back. Don’t you worry. There’s still so much to be done with a treasure like you.” “Please…please don’t fucking leave me like this…please!” She screamed. Though it seemed to be too late. As tempted as she was to glance over her shoulder to see if he had left, she didn’t. The silence was all she really needed to confirm that anyway and if he caught her disobeying him she didn’t want to consider what else might be in store for her. That didn’t stop her from screaming and kicking her legs angrily, frustrated about the predicament that she’d been left in. Alone, cold, suffering, and painfully horny she had no choice but to lay there and take it. There was no doubt in her mind he’d be back sooner rather than later and she couldn’t help but at least partially look forward to it as much as it sickened her to know that eventually from all of this pain would at least come a brief moment of pleasure.

Summary: When fourteen-year-old Agnes is caught making out with a boy, her religious parents ship her off to Mary Magdalen's Home for Girls, a corrective institution for ungodly young women. Agnes isn't too worried, but as it turns out, this is nothing like Bible Camp. Their aim is to drive out the devil, and they will do so by any means necessary. So, this is an idea I've been kicking around for a while, and I just never knew quite how to write it. The idea started when I read an article about special religious 'schools' in the US where unruly girls were sent to be taught to be good Christians, basically, and where methods ranged from the mundane to the outright sadistic. Please read the tags. This will not be a nice, fluffy or cute story. I'll add extra content warnings to future chapters if necessary. Please consider yourself warned. ————— CHAPTER ONE Agnes stared out of the bus window, at the country side swishing past. It was about four in the afternoon, and the day was sunny and hot. She yawned and scratched her cheek, where she had a mosquito bite. She was fourteen years old. Her dark brown hair fell in ringlets around her summer freckled face and she wore a brown skirt and blue blouse. On the seat next to her stood a small suitcase. It contained mostly underwear, a few other clothing items and a Bible. Her parents had been told that everything else would be provided. The representative from Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had arrived at their church only a week before. She had brought three young girls, a bit older than Agnes, in neat white gowns, who had testified about how they had been led so astray by the Devil and how Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had helped them find their way back to the Lord. This had been a couple of days before Agnes was caught making out with a boy from school, and her parents had decided that something had to be done about their daughter’s wicked ways. And so they had called Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls, and asked if they had an opening. It turned out they did. The bus slowed to a halt. An older woman in the front, who had introduced herself as Miss Corrine when Agnes and about a dozen other girls had filed into the bus that morning, stood up. ‘All right, get your bags, we’re here,’ she said. Agnes picked up her small suitcase and shuffled out of the bus together with the other girls. As she stepped off the bus, she saw that they were in the middle of nowhere. ‘We’ll continue on foot,’ said Miss Corrine. ‘The path is too narrow for the bus.’ She set off down a narrow dirt road at a quick pace. The girls hurried to keep up. Agnes looked around. Flat grass land surrounded them as far as the eye could see, with a few trees sticking up here and there. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. They walked for what must have been at least twenty minutes and the heat was stifling, but then they rounded a corner and the large compound appeared. The girls who had spoken at their church had made it sound like a farm or a ranch, but Agnes couldn’t see any animals. The place seemed barren and dry, and it was surrounded by a chain link fence. It looked more like a prison. Which Agnes supposed it was. Her parents had sent her off, without her consent, to a correctional facility where she would learn to be a good Christian. Her crime had been kissing a boy, wearing tight jeans and not paying attention in Bible Study group. Which apparently meant she was promiscuous and ungodly. Agnes had been a good little girl, growing up. Whether out of fear for her father’s belt, her mother’s words, or simply because she was so sheltered, she had hardly ever done anything wrong. She had seen her older brother beaten for talking back, and that was enough to dissuade her from breaking any rules. But entering her teens, Agnes had become more strong willed. She had doubted the religion her parents had pushed upon her since birth, she had wanted to do her own thing, but a small town in Kansas wasn’t a good place to be a rebel. There was always someone watching, and word got back to her parents for every little thing she did. Miss Corrine led them into an entrance area. A man in a crisp light brown suit stood there waiting for them. ‘Welcome!’ he said warmly and beamed at them all. ‘My nam is Mr. Portman. I am the owner and leader of this establishment, and I’m so pleased to see so many new faces!’ He went on for a couple of minutes, about how their time at Mary Magdalene would help them build character and become better people, how the light of God would save them from the Devil’s influence and make model citizens of them, good mothers and wives, and most importantly, good Christians. Agnes glanced around as he spoke. The walls of the room were white, and the floor was grey linoleum. There was a reception desk at one end, but no chairs or sofas by way of a waiting area. The only art work was a large painting of Jesus on the wall behind Mr. Portman. When Mr. Portman had finished speaking, Miss Corrine opened a door off to one side. A dozen girls walked into the room, in a neat line. Like the girls who had come to their church, these girls wore white dresses. They all had their hands clasped in front of them. They lined up opposite Agnes and the other new girls. ‘These are your Big Sisters,’ said Mr. Portman. ‘We have a buddy system here. You will each be assigned a Big Sister who will teach you our rules, show you around and help you find your feet. I will call your names, and the names of your Big Sisters. When you have paired up, your Big Sister will take you to your sleeping quarters and give you a uniform to wear. They will then accompany you to supper, before we all gather for evening prayer.’ Agnes stood as patiently as she could while Mr. Portman started reading off the names on his list. Her name was the last to be read. ‘Agnes Williams,’ said Mr. Portman, ‘your Big Sister will be Mary-Louise Miller.’ The girl who stepped up to Agnes was a couple of years older. She was tall and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. ‘It’s so nice to meet you, Agnes!’ she said and shook her hand. She spoke in a soft southern accent, her voice a lilting alto. ‘Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.’ Mary-Louise brought her to a dormitory down a couple of corridors. There were eight beds in it. One other new girl was being inducted a couple of beds down. ‘I’m in the bed next to yours,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘That way I can keep tabs on you. I’m sure we’ll be best friends!’ She beamed. ‘Here, let me find your uniform.’ She walked up to the small dresser that stood next to the bed. ‘You get two of these,’ she explained, taking out a white dress like her own. ‘We don’t wear any other clothes here, so you won’t be needing anything but your own underwear and night clothes. There’s room in the dresser for that. There’s a bathroom and showers at the end of the hall. Now, get changed.’ Agnes took off her own clothes and put on the white dress. Perhaps this place wasn’t so bad, she thought. Everyone seemed friendly… Maybe she’d be all right. It was only for three months, after all. Mary-Louise took her to supper when she was done changing. On the way she told her about the daily routine at Mary Magdalene’s. ‘We get up at six every day for morning prayers, before breakfast at seven thirty,’ she said. ‘After breakfast we have Bible Study classes, quiet meditation, things like that, all day, until about five pm. Lunch is at one, and supper is at seven in the evening. We have free time between five and seven. Then we have evening prayer at eight, which is one hour, and the showers are open between nine and ten. Lights out at ten pm.’ ‘Sounds very strict,’ said Agnes. ‘It is,’ said Mary-Louise, ‘but we’re better people for it. Routines are key.’ The mess was a large, white room with several long tables. Agnes was at once struck by how quiet it was. The tables were almost full, but the few who were speaking were doing so in hushed murmurs and whispers. Mary-Louise led her to one of the tables and they sat down. A few minutes later, Mr. Portman, Miss Corrine and a few other staff members came marching into the room. The room fell completely silent. They sat down at a smaller, empty table at the far end. Mr. Portman was last to sit, and before he did, he gave a curt nod to the table closest. As one, the girls at that table stood up, in silence, and marched over to the counter. They each took a tray, and were handed plates of food by serving staff. One table at a time, the girls went to collect their food. Soon it was Agnes’s turn. It was eerie. The only sounds in the room were shuffling feet, the chinking of cutlery and hushed voices from the staff table. The girls all ate in complete silence, it seemed. Approaching the counter, Agnes realised that the serving staff all appeared to be teenaged girls like herself. She wondered fleetingly if they were other students, but was too tired to bother questioning Mary-Louise about it. She was served a vegetable soup with a roll on the side. There were no other choices, and no butter for the roll. She was given water to drink. The soup didn’t taste like much, but Agnes was hungry, so she ate all of it. So, it seemed, did everybody else. There were no second helpings, however. Exhausted after the long journey and the new impressions of the day, Agnes sat through evening prayer in a daze, mimicking the other girls and moving her lips as best she could. Afterwards she had a quick shower and went to bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow. ————— Getting up the next morning was hard. Mary-Louise had to shake her several times before at last Agnes sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. ‘Time’s it?’ she murmured. ‘Already five past six,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late for morning prayer!’ Agnes got up and put on her dress. She tied back her dark hair, now messy from sleep. ‘I won’t always be here to wake you up, you know,’ Mary-Louise admonished her as they set off towards the chapel. ‘You’re gonna have to learn to get up on your own.’ ‘Sorry,’ Agnes mumbled. She still didn’t feel properly awake. She longed for coffee or something else to wake her up. She sat through morning prayer trying her best not to doze off, though she appeared to not quite manage, as Mary-Louise had to poke her several times to make her pay attention. After prayer they went down to the mess for breakfast. Agnes ate a couple of spoonfuls of the bland porridge she had been served and then spent the rest of the meal poking at it with her spoon. She drank orange juice (there was no coffee) and tried to stifle her yawns. ‘Aren’t you going to finish your food?’ whispered Mary-Louise after a while. Her plate was empty and she sat with her hands in her lap, looking curiously at her charge. ‘I’m not really hungry,’ replied Agnes, sleepily. ‘I can never eat in the mornings.’ ‘But you have to eat it,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Those are the rules. Everyone has to empty their plate at every meal. You have no choice.’ ‘But I can’t, I’m not hungry.’ Mary-Louise studied her, frowning. ‘Fine,’ she said, after a moment. Then she got up, and walked over to the staff table. She whispered something to Miss Corrine, who stood up and came back with her. Everyone stopped eating and looked up. Miss Corrine approached Agnes, looking stern. ‘Everyone has to finish their food here, Agnes,’ she said. Agnes was sure everybody could hear her as the room was so quiet. ‘Perhaps we hadn’t made that clear?’ ‘I’m sorry, Miss Corrine,’ said Agnes, trying for a smile, ‘but I just can’t eat if I’m not hungry.’ ‘Do you squander the gifts the good Lord gives you?’ asked Miss Corrine. ‘No, ma’am…’ Agnes frowned, her smile faltering. ‘I mean, I don’t mean to, but you give us big portions, so . . .’ ‘You will finish your food, Agnes, or there will be consequences,’ said Miss Corrine. Mr. Portman stood from the staff table then, and came towards them. ‘What’s all this then?’ he asked calmly. ‘Agnes refuses to eat, sir,’ said Mary-Louise softly. ‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ Mr. Portman turned to Agnes. ‘I would prefer if you eat what’s on your plate.’ ‘But, sir, I’m not hungry!’ Agnes’s voice had gained an edge now. She felt annoyed. Surely it was none of anyone else’s business whether she ate breakfast or not? ‘Then I’m afraid you leave me with no choice,’ said Mr. Portman sadly. ‘Miss Corrine, look after everything here. Agnes, Mary-Louise, come with me, please.’ Agnes’s stomach churned as she stood. What was to happen now? They followed Mr. Portman out of the mess and down the hall towards a door. Upon entering, Agnes discovered the room beyond to be Mr. Portman’s office. It contained a heavy mahogany desk and several bookcases. Mr. Portman sat down behind the desk while the girls remained standing. ‘It pains me to have to do this already on your first day, Agnes,’ said Mr. Portman without looking at them, adjusting a cup full of pens on his desk. ‘But the rules here are strict and meant to be followed. Everything we do here is for your own good, to teach you girls to be good, Christian women. You are sinful by nature. You need guidance. You are here because the Devil has taken up residence in you. I am here because I wish to drive him out.’ There was a silence. Agnes stared down at her tan ballerina flats, saying nothing. ‘Now, as for your punishment.’ Mr. Portman stood, walking over to one of the bookshelves where a jug of water and several glasses stood. ‘Mary-Louise, I delegate to you to make sure that Agnes drinks one glass of water every hour until lunch. You are also to make sure she doesn’t go to the restroom in that time. If she is ready then to show appreciation for the gifts that God has given her and empties her plate, she may visit the restroom after. We’ll start now.’ He filled a glass with water and walked around his desk, handing the glass to Agnes. ‘Drink up.’ Agnes took the glass. Something squirmed in her stomach. She was to go five hours without going to the bathroom while drinking copious amounts of water? It seemed hardly possible. Mr. Portman made an impatient sound, a clearing of the throat and, without looking at him, Agnes lifted the glass to her lips and drained it in a few gulps. Thankfully it wasn’t a very large glass, but she suddenly wished that she hadn’t had all that orange juice. Mr. Portman dismissed them, and the two girls left his office. They walked in silence for a while. Breakfast was over and it was time for the first class of the day. When they exited the main building to walk across the dry grass to one of the smaller ones, Agnes finally spoke. ‘Why did you tell on me like that?’ she asked softly. She felt Mary-Louise glance at her out of the corner of her eye for a moment before answering. ‘Like he said. You’re here because you’ve got the Devil in you. They can’t help you expel him if you don’t follow the rules. I did it for your own good. Besides, they would have noticed sooner or later anyway.’ Agnes rolled her eyes. ‘Oh, I see. You did it for me, not to show what a good girl you are. Your motives were purely altruistic.’ She was unable to keep the sarcastic tone out of her voice. Mary-Louise stopped and turned to her. ‘We’re encouraged to take care of each other here, Agnes.’ Her voice still had the sweet tone of before, but something in her look was cold. ‘We help each other get better. I was like you when I got here. I had demons inside me making me wilful, making me talk back, making me flaunt the rules. The other girls helped me see the error of my ways, helped me shake off the demons and become a better person. I’m not there yet. Us girls, we’re sinful by nature and it’s only by giving ourselves over to the Lord completely that we can rid ourselves of that sin. I’m getting there, and helping you will help me get there. When you do good you are rewarded. When you do bad you’re punished. All we’re doing here is giving a taste in life of the punishments that await the wicked after death.’ She turned away and began to walk again. ‘The Devil loves pleasure and fears pain. It is with pain you drive him out.’ She sounded like a text book. Like she had memorised all these things and was parroting them back the way she’d been taught. This frightened Agnes more than the words themselves. She hadn’t had much choice but to come here like her parents wanted, and she had been resigned to her fate. Spend three months at yet another ‘Bible Camp’, act like a good girl, and then go home. But the certainty with which Mary-Louise spoke, her blind faith in her words and acceptance of the status quo, that was terrifying. It told Agnes that this place changed people, and that if she wasn’t careful it would change her too, and she would lose her sense of self. By ten o’clock, Agnes had lost her ability to sit still. She fidgeted in her seat while Miss Corrine told them the story of Adam and Eve and explained how Eve’s weakness had damned all women and steeped them in sin. How purity and obedience were the only way towards salvation for any girl. Agnes only picked up bits and pieces, her rapidly filling bladder distracting her. An hour later she was bouncing in her seat, rocking back and forth and trying to refrain from putting her hands between her legs and hold herself. Mary-Louise kept obediently getting up, every hour on the hour, to get her a glass of water. Miss Corrine appeared to have been informed, because she said nothing. Either that or this was such a common occurrence that it hardly bore notice. At one the girls returned to the mess for lunch, and by now Agnes was beginning to feel like she couldn’t possibly hold it for much longer. She took tiny steps and had to stop often to cross her legs or bend forward and clutch herself, and she felt the occasional trickle go into her panties. Mary-Louise walked next to her patiently. Agnes couldn’t have told anyone what was for lunch. It was bland and no doubt very healthy, and she wolfed it down at record speed, hoping that if she just finished it all she would be allowed a bathroom break. When Mr. Portman came over to inspect her plate and gave a satisfied smile, she shot to her feet. ‘Can I . . .’ She could hardly get the words out and cleared her throat, dancing slightly on the spot. She decided it would be better to be polite. ‘May I please be excused for the restroom now, sir?’ she asked as sweetly as she could. Mr. Portman’s smile widened. ‘Of course you may.’ Agnes shot out of the mess like a bullet and only just made it to the toilet in time. Peeing had never felt so wonderful as at that moment. She went for at least a minute, voiding her bladder in a hard, steady stream. She had to bite her lip in order not to moan. She was pretty sure moaning was a sin. ————— The afternoon was spent in so called quiet meditation, which essentially meant sitting in the chapel staring at the cross on the wall. It was impossible for Agnes not to let her mind wander. She thought about home, about her bedroom and her CDs. She realised with a jolt that she had never gone this long without listening to music before. Unless one counted the psalms they sung during prayer, which Agnes most certainly did not. If it didn’t have a beat it wasn’t much worth a damn. She wondered how much she’d miss dancing by the end of her stay at Mary Magdalen’s. She wondered if she would even remember her favourite songs, going so long without hearing them. And what about her friends? Agnes sighed deeply at this thought. She missed her friends. Ava, the trivia machine who knew everything. Lily, who was so fashionable and sweet and always helped Agnes with her make-up. Wayne, who hung out with them and who Agnes was pretty sure would turn out to be gay. She would have given just about anything right then to sit in the park with the three of them, sharing a stolen cigarette and laughing about something they’d seen on TV. Would they still like her when she got back? She looked away from the cross on the wall, glancing about the chapel as covertly as she could manage. Everyone else seemed to be doing what they were supposed to. Some had their hands clasped, lips moving in silent prayer. Others had closed their eyes and looked almost blissful. Next to her, Mary-Louise sat with her hands in her lap, a serene smile playing on her lips and her eyes out of focus. Agnes found herself wondering what she was thinking. Agnes was about to return her gaze to the cross, figuring that one person not doing what she was supposed to was bound to stick out like a sore thumb, when she spotted another girl who seemed to have her mind elsewhere as well. A redheaded, freckled girl who might have been a year or two older than Agnes sat picking at her dress, looking deeply bored. As though she could feel Agnes’s eyes on her, she looked up and met her gaze. She smiled and rolled her eyes in commiseration, before, heaving what was obviously a heavy and demonstrative sigh, returning her gaze to her own lap. Agnes was too taken aback to return the smile before it was too late. ————— At five o’clock Mary-Louise finally left Agnes’s side to go hang out with some girls from a different dorm. She asked Agnes to join her, but Agnes had happily refused, longing for some time on her own. She made her way to the common room, which was next to the mess, and sat down in an almost comfortable arm chair. There was a bookshelf in the common room, but it contained only titles like How to Be a Good Girl and Rejecting Satan: A Guide to Spiritual Cleansing, in addition to half a dozen Bibles and several prayer books. There was also an out of tune piano with a sign on it saying that it was not to be played without express permission. So Agnes sat back in her chair and let her mind wander. Somebody pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. Dragged out of her thoughts, Agnes glanced sideways at the newcomer. It was the redhead from earlier. ‘Hey,’ said the girl, smiling. ‘I’m Maddie. What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Agnes,’ said Agnes, sitting up slightly. She took in Maddie’s appearance. She was very pretty, with sparkling green eyes, thin pink lips and a button nose. Her red hair was wavy and shoulder length. ’So, what are you in for, Agnes?’ asked Maddie, leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head. Agnes looked away, blushing slightly. ‘Kissing a boy. And probably some other things too.’ She glanced at Maddie again and found her smiling. ‘What about you?’ ‘Well, let’s see, where to start . . .’ Maddie counted on her fingers. ‘Having opinions, reading William Blake, disobedience and masturbation. Plus lack of shame for all of the above.’ Agnes laughed nervously. ‘Well, that’s quite a list.’ Maddie shrugged. ‘It all boils down to the same thing, really. Being a girl and not feeling sorry about it.’ Her expression changed to a more serious one. ‘How are you holding up? I gathered that Portman gave you the old water torture. It’s a favourite of his.’ Her eyes seemed to darken at this and her voice took on a bitter edge. ‘Sucks to have to go through that your first day.’ ‘Yeah, well . . .’ Agnes looked away uncomfortably. ‘Been through it lots of times myself,’ Maddie continued. ‘Portman’s punishments just don’t seem to bite, though. I’ve been here for like six months, and I’m still the same ungodly, sinful creature as I was when I got here. At this rate I’ll grow old and die in this hellhole.’ Agnes looked around nervously. She was pretty sure that this was not a conversation they were meant to be having, but no one seemed to be listening to them. That made her feel braver. ‘I miss my friends,’ she said. ‘I just really wanna go home.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Maddie. ‘Me too. But, hey. I don’t know if I’m right, but I kind of feel like you and me get each other. So, you know, maybe we could be friends?’ Agnes smiled. ‘I’d like that.’ ‘Cool. Just don’t tell Big Sister Mary-Louise about it.’ As they talked, Agnes thought that if Maddie could spend six months at Mary Magdalen’s and still be normal, maybe there was hope for her too.

Here is the new series I mentioned previously! Hope you guys enjoy the double feature today! This series is an original series focused on girls wetting the bed. This series will not contain poop in it. It is meant to show the different situations where a girl would wet the bed, what they wear when they do it, and how they react. “Thank GOD! It’s been forever since we’ve had a field trip like this!” Cheer team captain Tiffany stretched her arms out, obscuring the faces face of the girl next to her on the bus seat. The team captain touted long, red hair which ended in waves as they touched just above her moderate chest. Her breasts only complimented the rest of her body, petite in nature, leaving little doubt as to how she was so popular on the team. “I’ll just be excited when I can finally get off this bus,” Alice snapped back. The goth girl with an attitude barely stood above five feet tall, but her black platform boots made up the difference. Despite her antisocial tendencies, she was as pretty as a doll, her dyed-black hair flowing to her butt with a singular braid running down it. “Tiff’s got a point though, ya know?” Suzu chimed in as she flipped the bangs of her short, black hair. Similar in physique to the cheerleader, Suzu was the pride and joy of the girls track team. She opted for a tomboyish style, donning blue shorts and a baggy purple t-shirt, perfectly obscuring the size of her small breasts. “Don’t be such a killjoy, Alice.” Jillian, the student council president, chided the goth. Clocking in as the bustiest of the four, Jill wore a cardigan that barely fit as well as a short skirt that was unbecoming of someone with the title “president”. Her blonde bob-cut extended to her shoulders, freshly cut to compliment her preppy appearance. “Whatever…,” Alice trailed off, knowing she was outnumbered. “I’m just glad the boys are on a separate bus,” the track her said, relief showing in her face. “The jocks have been real annoying lately, trying to pull pranks around every corner.” “Tell me about it,” Tiff chimed in. “At the last cheer meet, they coated the floor of the locker room in lube! It took literally an hour to get changed, forget about showering!” “T.M.I.,” Alice breathed, staring out the window as a “Camp Wellspring” sign came into view. “I’ll say something about it at the next board meeting. I doubt much’ll happen though,” Jill sighed as they drove through the entrance to the camp they were staying at. “I can see why the pool for who was selected was so small,” the blond girl said, lifting her bag onto her bed. “Four to a cabin, and only ten cabins split between the guys and girls.” “Hey, at least we all get our own beds. No bunk beds are a major plus as far as I’m concerned! And they even gave up all little nightstands for out stuff!” The track star patted the top of the wooden furniture as she plopped on her bed without a care in the world, before wincing a bit from the discomfort at the stiffness of the mattress. “Good thing too, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep knowing Ms. Smiles and Rainbows over there was rubbing one out above me,” Tiffany joked as she gestured over to Alice. “That’s funny coming from the bitch who’s pussy’s memorized the dick shape of every guy in school.” The short girl shot a stinging glare behind her, gluing her target’s mouth shut. “Aaaaaand with that, I think we should head out and have some fun!” Suzu said to diffuse the tension in the room. One by one, the girls exited their cabin in anticipation of the start of their week-long field trip. The day went by normally, with a simple hike through the forest. Some of the girls thought they had seen the guys whispering to each other while looking at them, but the day had been prank-free. After everyone had dinner, they had all returned to their cabins to prepare for lights out. “I guess the boys just weren’t feeling up to it today,” Tiffany exhaled. “Maybe they’re afraid of the camp counselors?” Suzu questioned. “Doubtful. They’re bound to do some dumb shit eventually. They were looking at you a lot after all,” Alice chuckled. “Sure you’re not gonna meet some of then out back after dark for some ‘fun’?” “Shut it, short stuff,” the cheerleader said, a blush creeping on her face. “It’s already dark, so we should, ahhn, get changed and ready for bed,” Jill yawned. Everyone else nodded or stared briefly before rummaging through their belongings for their night clothes. Before long, the four were changed into their sleepwear. The goth wore an excessively frilly gray and purple nightgown that covered her entire body, wearing nothing else but plain blue panties. The cheerleader chose to sleep in just her red and white striped panties. The track girl opted for a white crop top and dark green boxers. Lastly, the student council president was the only one wearing typical pajamas, alternating between orange and white stripes. “Alright, I’m all spent, so let’s call it a night, ‘kay?” Suzu said. Everyone hummed in agreement except for Alice, who was already buried under the covers. “Good enough for me,” Jillian said as she turned off the lights. “Good night everyone.” Within the hour, the four girls were out cold, oblivious to the fact that the boys were about to spring their first prank of the week. “Hmmm, it’s so hot…,” Suzu complained, as she slowly stirred herself awake, immediately bothered by an uncomfortable feeling between her legs. A lukewarm and wet feeling. “What?!” the short-haired girl exclaimed. She pulled the white sheets off of her bed to confirm her suspicions. She had wet the bed. The front of her boxers were now an even darker shade of green and the bedding had a yellow discoloration to it. Before she got another thought in, another voice cut her off. “Those bastards!” Tiff screamed. Suzu looked her way and saw that the cheerleader’s bed was similarly soaked, and the white stripes of her underwear were now yellow. The pieces started to fit together in the track stars head as she noticed bowls on each girl’s nightstand, with her own bowl on the ground. As she noticed that Alice and Jill’s hands were still in their bowls, the full picture of what happened formed in her brain. “So that’s what they were planning, huh?” Suzu looked down at herself, displeased, but at least glad that her accident wasn’t her fault. “Shit, this sucks…,” the goth said from her bed as she pulled her hand out of the bowl of water. She had similarly soaked her bed, but as she stood up, she noticed her gown had suffered a lot of damage, having been soaked in both the back and front due to the length of the material. She lifted her dress at the parts that weren’t drenched in pee, revealing her once blue panties had become dark blue. “It would seem that we were wrong to assume the boys weren’t planning anything,” Jillian said as she groaned in disgust. Her pajama bottoms had changed into a different color entirely, having become a color close to red and faint yellow strips. All four of them looked at each other, acknowledging that no one in the cabin was spared from their wet dreams. “Hey girls, rise and shi-,” one of the camp counselors said as they entered the cabin before being stunned by the sight of four high school bedwetting girls. “Get cleaned up, we’ll talk after,” was all she had to say as she left the cabin, leaving the four girls to their embarrassment. “I refuse to do such a thing!” Jillian protested. “I’m a student council president, not an infant!” “Yeah!” Tiffany butted in. “We were forced to wet the bed! The boys tricked us!” “Sorry girls, but rules are rules. You signed the waivers, right?” The camp counselor held her ground as she splayed four infantile garments in front of the girls. “I don’t see what the waivers have to do with this…,” Suzu murmured, eying the padded underwear in front of her. “One of the terms involves bedwetting,” the older woman started. “It says that if anyone wets the bed, they must wear protective underwear, day and night, for the remainder of the week. This is due to an increase in accidents happening here, which in turn has been driving our costs up.” “Sounds like bullshit to me,” Alice said in defiance. “Well, whether you, like it or not, dem’s the breaks,” the woman said through her southern drawl. “If you refuse, I’ll have to explain to your parents how you all wet the bed and were arguing with a counselor about it.” “Grrr…,” Tiffany fumed. After a few seconds she gave in, grabbing the pull-up and heading back to her bed, now cleaned up by the camp staff. Suzu followed suit shortly after. Jill grabbed hers as her made a disgusted face at the counselor. The short goth was the last to give in to the camp’s demands, but it wasn’t long before she accepted her fate. All four girls eyed the woman from their respective bed, demanding privacy with their gazes. The counselor relented and exited the cabin as the group of bedwetters put on their pull-ups for the first time since their childhood. Uncomfortable situation aside, the girls made it through the week mostly event-free. That night, the warm water prank was played on them again, but the boys gave up on the days after. They had thought the trick stopped working, when in reality it had worked perfectly but wasn’t visible to them. After an uncomfortable morning of acknowledging they were changing their wet pull-ups, the days went by fast. The only indicators that might’ve blown their cover were the occasional random diaper checks by the counselors, but the staff was nice enough to take them somewhere private for that. Afterwards, the girls made a pact, swearing to never speak of this incident to anybody. Eventually time passed, and they returned to a normal school life, but none of them forgot the time they all wet the bed at Camp Wellspring.

Kiplington School for Girls Fanfic of Winifred Holtby's South Riding (and BBC dramatization thereof) about the trials and tribulations of the headmistress of a girls school, northern England, 1930s. Comments welcome. (I originally misposted this in the wrong place so am reposting here. Apologies if you came across it elsewhere on the site.) Chapter One: In Which Midge is Punished and Embarrasses Herself Utterly Sarah Burton, headmistress of Kiplington School for Girls, sighed. The science mistress continued, distressed: "And then, Miss Burton, I intercepted a note." She produced a folded and dog-eared wad. Sarah opened it slowly. The first line of the note read, in a slanting childish hand, "Want to start something with Old Siggy?" Below, another hand had responded: "You go first. I dare you to say something about that awful dress she is wearing." Miss Sigglesthwaite, known not-so-affectionately to the girls as "Old Siggy" managed her classroom dreadfully. The fourth form were always trouble, despite Sarah's increasingly fierce warnings about punishments to be inflicted on the next girls to step out of line. "Who wrote the notes?" she asked reluctantly. "I don't know, but I suspect Midge Carne was one of them. She sits in the same row as Jane, and I caught the note going from Jane to Molly." Sarah grimaced and got to her feet. It was time she dealt with this situation with the severity it deserved. "Stay here," she instructed Miss Sigglesthwaite. "I'll be back in a moment." Sarah strode down the hall and into the science classroom. All tittering ceased immediately. She walked purposefully to the front of the room and spoke in a quiet voice that all girls leaned forward to hear. "Who wrote this note?" Silence. "If," Sarah said, "I need to match handwriting in order to work out who wrote this note, I will do so, and your punishment will be much, much worse. Now, raise your hand if you were one of those who wrote this note." At one end of a science bench, Midge raised her hand tentatively. At the other, Jill Johnson did the same. "Down to my office," Sarah dismissed them. She glared at the three girls left in the middle of the row: "So I suppose you three passed the notes back and forth?" All three looked down and nodded. "You can go down to my office too." Sarah strode out behind them. At the office door, she dismissed the trembling Miss Sigglesthwaite to deal with what remained of the fourth form. The girls crowded inside the small office. "I'll deal with you three first," she pointed to Sadie, Jane, and Molly, the note-passers. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" The girls looked down once more. They knew they had been warned on multiple occasions about behavior in science classes. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't cane you?" Sarah asked, grim-faced. Molly looked up fleetingly, as if she had an idea, but quickly thought better of it and returned her face to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Sarah saw Midge twitch and start to squirm. Midge knew, thought Sarah, that any punishment given to Sadie, Jane, and Molly would be even more severe for herself and Jill. Sarah reached past the anxious girls and took the cane out of the wardrobe. "Right," she said. "Molly, you can go first. One stroke on the hand. Hold your hand out flat. If you pull it away, you'll receive an extra stroke." Molly, Sarah knew, had been caned before and knew what to expect. She wanted her to set a good example for the others. Molly duly held out her hand. Sarah raised the cane over head, strode forward, and thwacked it hard on Molly's palm. Molly gasped. Tears sprang to her eyes. Sarah's reputation for hard canings was well deserved. "Wait outside," said Sarah severely, turning her attention to Sadie. Midge couldn't stand still. She jiggled her foot. "Stop that, Midge," Sarah barked. "But Miss Burton," began Midge. "Be quiet, Midge!" said Sarah. Midge was an hysterical, difficult child, and Sarah believed she had already given her more chances than Midge deserved. She was determined that, this time, Midge would receive a fair punishment, hysterics or no hysterics. Sadie was less stoic than Molly, bursting into noisy tears as the cane fell. Jane, the third of the note-passers, was already in tears before Sarah even instructed her to hold out her hand. As Sarah raised the cane to punish Jane, Midge jerked and clutched her crotch. Sarah turned her eyes to Midge. Urine ran down Midge's legs, soaking her ankle socks and creating a pool on the floor. Midge collapsed in tears. "Stop that," rapped Sarah. "Molly, go and fetch some rags from the cleaning cupboard. Sadie, fetch Matron -- she's supervising 5th form prep in room 3. Now, Jane, hold out your hand." Sarah turned her attention from Midge's puddle to Jane's hand. She caned her smartly. Molly returned with rags, which Sarah indicated she should place on the floor. Matron arrived in the doorway, slightly out of breath as always. "Ah, Matron," said Sarah. "Midge Carne has wet her knickers." Midge sobbed. "I am about to cane her for terrorizing Miss Sigglesthwaite," Sarah continued. "Can you take her up to the boarders' quarters afterwards and find her clean knickers -- and maybe a bath?" "Of course," said Matron, frowning at the humiliated Midge. Sarah dismissed Molly, Sadie, and Jane back to class. She briefly considered telling them not to mention Midge's accident to anyone, but she decided against it. Midge's behaviour had been far too silly recently, and Sarah believed some shame might humble her. The story would be all over the school by the end of the day. "Now, Midge and Jill," Sarah addressed the two remaining girls. "You will each receive four strokes. You first, Midge. Hold out your hand." But Midge could not hold out her hand. Her terror of the cane, combined with her shame, was too much. She held it tentatively but pulled it away as Sarah raised the cane. Sarah gave her two more chances, adding strokes to her punishment each time. She couldn't help rolling her eyes at Matron, who found Midge every bit as trying as did Sarah. Finally, Sarah barked, "Midge, since you cannot hold out your hand, I will cane you on your bottom. Come here." Midge sidled toward Sarah hesitantly. Sarah seized the child, sat down, and laid her over her knee. She raised Midge's tunic, which was wet at the back. Midge's regulation school knickers were dripping at the crotch. Sarah lifted the cane over her shoulder and brought it down, hard, across Midge's wet knickers. Midge screamed and twisted, but Sarah held her firmly. Again, Sarah flogged her, and again, and again, and again. Five strokes. Not as many as Midge deserved, probably, but the child was completely hysterical by this point, and more pain would do no more to make the point. Matron led her away.