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Operation Lazy Sunday


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    Early afternoon sun streamed in through the bedroom window, illuminating a lone girl in an empty house. It was the laziest possible Sunday for Sarah. The massive pile of homework that stared her down Friday afternoon was finished in a Saturday morning whirlwind - and she was pretty sure she aced it all.

    Not that it mattered. A foot of snow had fallen, and another four more were in the forecast for Monday and Tuesday. She probably wouldn't have to turn the homework in for another week -- Monday classes were already canceled, and more would surely come. Sarah’s little sister, Caitlin, celebrated the time off with a sleep-over at the next-door neighbor’s, eliminating another annoyance, and Sarah’s parents were out of town shopping for Christmas, which was two and a half weeks out. It was the perfect storm; the afternoon and the house were both hers.

    These circumstances greatly affected Sarah’s chosen attire. Though it was well below freezing outside, the central heat had kept the interior of the house a comfortable sixty-seven degrees. With the agreeable temperature and nobody around to see her, Sarah unashamedly donned her favorite outfit -- a flowery pair of Goodnite training panties with a long-sleeved snowman pajama top. Besides two mismatched socks of differing lengths, that was all Sarah had on; perfect for a lazy day, in more ways than one.

    For empty juice boxes laid crumpled on Sarah’s desk, next to the pad of paper she was absentmindedly doodling on. She was bored, but wouldn't be for much longer. The chilled pear juice sloshed inside of her, and Sarah knew that it was only a matter of time before it would be ready to exit. Pangs of discomfort were already emanating from her bladder, in part due to this morning’s extra mug of coffee.

    Sarah sighed aloud. “The bathroom is so far away!” she said to herself with faux-exasperation. “This is going to be a problem soon... no wonder I’m still in little girl training pants.” With no one around to hear, she could say all the things to herself she'd ever wanted to hear.

    Her heart pounded as she enacted her little fantasy to herself. She was, of course, quite in control of her bodily functions, and had been since first grade; this was just a little roleplaying foreplay for the fun to come -- and come, it did.

 

    ----

    A half hour later, Sarah flopped aimlessly on her bed. Two more empty juice boxes joined the four from before. The discomfort in her bladder turned to full-on pain, and Sarah had to clench her thighs to relieve the pressure. The girlish diaper squished softly between her legs - an angelic feeling she wished she could experience full-time.

    “It’s too cold to walk all the way to the potty...” she complained to herself, smiling, “...but papa will be so mad if I use my pullup again...!” Not that her "papa" knew anything about this, but it was fun to say. She rolled right, then left, then right again, feeling the fruity liquid moving around inside her with each movement. The sensation was to die for; Sarah couldn’t help but moan lightly. It was almost time - just one more thing, first.

    While Sarah was bold, she was still cautious, and white carpets were not easy to clean. She set two towels, folded in half, onto the floor and laid down with her puffy, crinkling butt in the center. Leaks, Sarah knew from experience, were close enough to an inevitability to require this sort of preparation.

    More pressure built in Sarah’s intimate areas as breathless anticipation caused pleasure to surge through the rest of her body, from her red cheeks to her warm chest, spreading like electricity down her arms and to her fingertips. It's coming...! She clenched her teeth, telling herself to wait, but more than anything, Sarah wanted to touch herself. She found the longer she waited, the better the first touch felt, so she'd held off until now. However, after only another minute the desire became too much to bare; her bladder begged for release, and Sarah rubbed the flowery crotch of her training panty with her middle and ring finger.

    A shock of pleasure instantly filled Sarah, causing another, louder moan to escape. For as long as she could remember, a full bladder always made Sarah overwhelmingly sensitive in her pleasure areas. She always snuck a rub on her silky smooth privates or tiny pink nipples whenever the urge to pee got strong enough, for the jolt of sexual excitement.

    Not ten seconds after Sarah began stroking herself over her diaper, she felt the first drops of urine escape her aching lips into the soft fluffiness of her Goodnite. So naughty, she thought, to be almost out of high school but still too childish to hold in pee. What a helpless girl I am! she thought, reveling in the pleasure of her private fantasies.

    More drops followed. Sarah was no longer in control -- not of her bladder, and not of her wandering fingers, which now pinched at her shockingly-sensitive nipples through her powder blue bra. Her toes curled as she dug them into the ground, both from ecstacy and a straining effort to hold in the remaining liquid.

    “Alright, no more joking around, time to go to the toilet, Sarah!” the writhing girl told herself, knowing full well that even standing up was impossible in her current state. She liked the challenge, though; or, more accurately, failing it. Nevertheless, she struggled to stand, the fantasy adding to the blissful experience. At first, she attempted to sit up, but the extra strain on her bladder from her abdomen instantly made her lose control. Three seconds of piping hot urine shot into her training panties before she regained it.

    Next, Sarah attempted to roll over. “Must get to the toilet,” she told herself, “or everyone will see my big accident!” She reveled in the thought of people seeing her in this state, helplessly losing control of her most basic bodily function. The mere thought sent her already-pounding heart aflutter. As she rolled onto her stomach, another hot jet of pee soaked into her diaper. There was no way to get up! No matter how she moved, more came out!

    “A-ah, no... I’m not going to make it...” Sarah whined to herself, as if that wasn’t the goal all along. She stopped struggling, instead lying completely still on the towels. All of her effort was now focused entirely on one thing -- holding it in. After all, a wet pullup would surely disappoint “papa”.

    It was, of course, futile. There was no holding back this torrent, not anymore. Even if she dropped the act and actually tried to make it to the toilet, she'd fail. Sarah drew a deep breath and let her head, hazily swirling with fantasies, rest on the floor beneath her. She relaxed her slender legs, uncurled her toes, and spread her arms at her sides. Looking up at the ceiling with a reddened face full of perverted contentedness, Sarah sighed.

 

    Breath left her mouth just as the bulk of her urine left her body. The house’s silence broke, filling instead with a naughty, embarrassingly loud hiss. Sarah felt the warm, wet bulk grow between her thighs and beneath her bottom. Sarah whined with uncontrollable bliss, her hands instinctually drawn to her breasts, massaging and squeezing them harder than she knew possible. For twenty solid, relieving seconds, urine flowed like a river into the welcoming softness of her Goodnite.

    Telltale wet streaks began to spread down her bare thighs. Of course this shameful child’s training panty wouldn’t be able to fully contain her embarrassing mess!  An incontinent woman such as herself needed much more, something more visible, more crinkly, thicker, and much, much more absorbant. A dark wet puddle spread beanth Sarah, soaking into the towels, as she faux-reprimanded herself in orgasmic bliss.

    Finally, with two dribbling last spurts, Sarah had fully emptied. She twitched in pleasure for at least a minute before managing to sit up, her butt squishing into her own cooling pee, squeezing even more urine out onto the towels. As she stood, but the diaper did not -- the heavy Goodnite slipped down her waist and landed on the towels with a splat, unable to hold itself up under the weight of her pee. Sarah giggled to herself, feeling both naughty and refreshed, then took off her pajama top, and in only a bra and socks, began to clean her lazy little mess.

    Hours later, her parents returned, none the wiser of her particularly lazy Sunday. What a mature girl, they praised, for staying home alone for such a long while. Sarah smiled and accepted the compliment, giving away none of her pervertedness from earlier.

    “Oh, please! It was just a lazy Sunday -- only a helpless little girl wouldn’t be able to handle that!”

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This is awesome! Not only did you perfectly capture Sarah's feelings from the first paragraph all the way until the final line, but you also set this short story up so well, I mentally took Sarah's place. Not only that, but you had not a single grammatical error in the entire piece. Continue this, please!

~ FlamingCreeper

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