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Tim’s new superpower. E.S.P. Or extra-sensory pee-ception


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I think it’s very realistic, inasmuch as someone developing these kinds of powers, and conducting case studies and experiments to understand the scope of their powers, and their capacity to control them.

I also really like how poop desperation didn’t get forgotten, as logically, that’s a potential that needs to be tested as well! Do you expect Tim to be sensitive to both kinds of desperation, or just pee??

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Chapter 6

 Tim checked the time, a bit surprised to see it was after two, meaning he’d been there for around two hours. But it was so addictive! The surprising little bursts of urgency keeping him on his toes, adding so much excitement to his adventure. His own personal urgency was currently at 8/10, and he was enjoying the occasional little episodes of minor desperation that he picked up on. He hadn’t encountered any more cases of loss of control though, and as time wore on, he was learning how to focus on what he picked up on, and tune it down. The more he worked on it, the easier it was to control. In fact, if he could control it while his own bladder was so full, it may eventually work out okay in the end. Also, he’d picked up absolutely no cases of bowel desperation, not in the slightest, and the amount of people he’d been close to led him to believe that poop wasn’t going to be an issue at all, and he was very glad for that. 

 Whilst he was enjoying himself, he really did need to pee shortly. The water bottle he’d just finished a nice addition to his earlier coffee, iced tea, and soda. Peeing would be regrettable, but it was  fast becoming a necessity. 

 Suddenly, he had a naughty idea! He was wearing a diaper, a good one that was only mildly used, so why not use it properly? He knew it would hold a lot, maybe not the full amount he was holding, but enough to lower his uncomfortable desperation to a more manageable level. He had been becoming much more comfortable about using the diaper for his “accidents,” so why not use it for a bit of fun as well? 

 Tim found K-mart, and headed for the menswear section. By now, he felt genuinely desperate, and he winced as he passed a female employee heading towards the staff room. She was obviously bursting, and he almost lost control as she walked by, but he was able to quickly lock onto her signal, and tune it down straight away, proving to himself that he was starting to get the hang of controlling these impulses. He grinned to himself. As long as females weren’t actively peeing near him, he was able to control it. 

 He selected a random pair of cheap jeans, not even glancing at the size or style. He had absolutely no intention of even trying them on, but he needed an excuse to lock himself in the changing cubicle for a couple of minutes. With the door securely locked behind him, he hung the new jeans from the door hook, and turned to face the mirror, pulling his track pants down at the same time. 

 As usual, the sight of his reflection wearing a diaper was arousing, as well as the fact that he was about to do something incredibly naughty, like wet himself in the changing room of a crowded store, and he felt his penis twitching with the combination of arousal and need. He gave his crotch a squeeze, shivering with delight at the way the warm, damp padding mushed up against his organ. He thought he may be just a touch wetter than he originally thought, but still dry enough to empty some of his bladder without making a mess. 

 Standing with his shaking legs slightly akimbo, he decided to try for a five second release, just to take the edge off. He snugged his diaper firmly up between his legs, took a deep breath, and tried to let go slowly. The intended slow release only lasted for a second, before the floodgates opened wide, and he began urinating hard. With a feeling of dread, he knew he’d underestimated his own need. He clamped his thighs tightly together and grabbed his padded groin, while still mentally counting to five. There was a moment of panic when he couldn’t stop at first, and he watched in horror as his nappy began to swell up and become discoloured. Eventually, he counted to nine, peeing a lot harder and longer than he intended, and by the time he was back in control, his nappy was starting to sag down heavily at the front. 

 It felt fantastic though. 

 Dammit! He knew he should’ve bought some spares! But he didn’t want to be carrying them around in a bag that might be searched by a security officer, and he hadn’t intended to stay here this long anyway. He could always take it off, either here or preferably in the men’s room, but he wasn’t confident enough to walk around without any protection altogether. Even an almost full diaper was better than none at all.

 Plus, it felt sooooo nice.....

 He thought about perhaps buying some at the pharmacy, but he didn’t have a lot of money, and it was a busy one at the mall, and there was always a chance he’d run into someone he knew. When he usually bought diapers, he always drove to a small pharmacy a few suburbs away where the risk of meeting anyone he knew was minimal. Plus, he had nearly a full package of them at home. No, he’d just leave leave this one on for now, and enjoy the hot, squishy warmth between his legs. 

 After exiting the change rooms, he was in the process of hanging the untried new jeans back on the rack, when he felt a slight urgency. It wasn’t much, perhaps 5/10, which was about the same as what he was feeling in his own bladder now he’d successfully emptied some out of it.   It was a weird feeling. He could isolate his own need entirely, feeling it completely normally, but her own mild urgency was there as well, like a completely separate entity, but still somehow joined to his. He could easily tune hers down, but his own need remained. The duality of it was a really weird feeling, but one he was already getting used to. Her needs didn’t really exaggerate his own, but did somehow make it much more noticeable. 

He got the feeling somehow, that she was concentrating acutely on her own bladder. He didn’t know how he knew this, but he did. It wasn’t something he’d experienced before, this feeling of concentration, and he didn’t understand it. She certainly wasn’t desperate, but he could tell that she was somehow focusing on it, and it heightened his own awareness. 

 Tim looked around, spying the person it must be coming from, the only female in the menswear section that was anywhere close to him. 

 It was a plump girl, somewhere around his own age, standing a couple of meters away, looking through a bin of discounted men’s shorts. She was perhaps five foot four, heavy set, with dyed red hair, and wearing a long, lightweight floral cotton summer dress. She showed no outward signs of needing a toilet, in fact she wasn’t in the slightest bit fidgety, and he knew she wasn’t fighting a major battle of control, but he also knew her mind was firmly fixed on her own bladder, as mild as her need was. 

 Suddenly, he felt an extreme pressure, and hot piss flooded the front of his already soaked nappy. He couldn’t stop it, not even slow it down. He felt his already swollen diaper sag even more, then a hot trickle running down the inside of both his legs. He couldn’t even begin to stop it, and he watched the girl slowly glance around, as she continued to forcibly pee where she stood. She kept going for perhaps ten seconds, then calmly turned and walked away, leaving Tim with wet inner legs, and a soggy left sock. 

 He found the nearest mirror, and was relieved to find that his shiny pants didn’t show the wetness that his legs felt, and although his penis felt like it was encased in a hot beach towel, the baggy sweats still hid it. 

 Tim turned and walked to where the girl had been standing. There wasn’t even a single drop anywhere on the tiled floor! He saw her turning into another aisle further down the store. 

 That hadn’t been an accident! That girl had deliberately wet herself! She had literally pushed to get it out. He knew that for a fact. He also new that she had been in complete control, and managed to stop the flow at will. Because of the lack of evidence left on the ground, there was only one logical conclusion. 

 That girl had deliberately wet herself whilst wearing a diaper! 

 He grinned, despite the fact that his pants were now a bit wet. How about that? He obviously wasn’t the only person in the world who got a kick out of something like this! 

 Tim briefly considered catching up with her and introducing himself, but he couldn’t envision a single way that he could easily bring the subject up, so he regretfully decided to just leave the whole situation alone. 

 This left him with a new conundrum now. His diaper was officially overflowing, and couldn’t hold any more, and he didn’t have a spare. His pants were already wet, and would be even wetter if he found another girl peeing anywhere around him. But he didn’t want to leave just yet either! As scary and stressful as this was, it was the most exciting thing he’d ever done in his life, and he wanted to hang around as long as possible.

 A lightbulbs went off inside his head! His gym bag! It was in the back of the car! It had a pair of jeans, plus underwear and socks in it. He could change in his car, then continue on for a little while without a diaper on, if he kept his bladder empty of course! Although he didn’t have a fresh diaper, he had an idea that might provide him with at least a little bit of protection. 

 Without warning, the floodgates of his bladder opened again, this time without any warning, or feelings of external urgency. He just started wetting himself. It wasn’t a forceful stream, pushed out hard like it was with the other girl, but more of a slow, steady trickle, but one he had no control over. 

 His overworked diaper couldn’t contain any more liquid, and it immediately started leaking not only from the leg guards, but also over and even through the saturated front padding. Tim’s head whipped around quickly, and he spied a very elderly lady, sitting in a wheelchair, with a crocheted wooden rug over her knees. She had the vague, distracted look of someone with Alzheimer’s, or some similar ailment, and was apparently emptying her bladder where she sat. 

 Tim took a few steps away, out of her “zone,” and his own leakage immediately stopped, although his legs were now quite wet, including the front of his thighs. As he walked, the diaper squelched thickly between his legs, forcing more trickles out with every step. His cotton boxers felt clammy between his thighs, and his left sock was squishy as well. 

Fuck. He really regretted choosing to use his diaper on purpose now. 

 Although he’d just peed himself by surprise twice in the last few minutes, his bladder was still not empty. He didn’t dare try and attempt a bathroom visit now, as he was probably almost noticeably wet, and he didn’t want to get even wetter by being near the ladies toilets. 

 No. He’d finish wetting himself outside, at his car, then change his pants, and come back inside. 

 It was brave, and perhaps even foolish, but he wasn’t ready to quit just yet. 

 

 

 

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Chapter 7

 “Tortured” was probably too strong a word. Tim’s bladder certainly wasn’t tortured, but it was tired. He’d experienced similar feelings before, while doing rapid desperation style holds, or on those rare occasions when he had lots of precious alone time to drink as much as he wanted, and pee freely for hours, be it in his pants or diaper, and he recognised the signs. His holding muscles were tired, and his bladder was getting to used to letting go whenever it wanted to, meaning that maintaining full control was becoming more difficult, especially while wearing a wet diaper. He had little doubt it was being caused by having to suddenly clamp down hard on his holding muscles from time to time, and he really wanted to completely empty himself, and start again. 

 Avoiding all females as much as he possibly could, Tim left the mall, and headed towards his car. His sodden nappy squelched between his legs as he walked, sending the odd trickle down his legs. Only when he was well clear of the doors, halfway through the car park, did he finally allow himself to take a firm grip of his crotch, feeling wetness beneath his fingers, and squishing a small waterfall out of his distended nappy, coating his legs with even more warmth. The inner legs of his track pants were even shinier than usual, and he left a couple of small drips in his wake. It was such a strange feeling, being so wet in public, and it felt even weirder knowing his poor, tired bladder was still half full! 

 Once at his car, he was relieved to find his gym bag was indeed on the back seat, and he got in beside it. Sighing with relief now his wet pants were safely out of the public eye, he enjoyed the squishy noise as he sat down, and felt the diaper spread itself across his bottom in a warm embrace. 

 A quick inspection of his gym bag yielded good results. He had a towel, a pair of denim jeans, boxer briefs, (not exactly fresh, but fresher than the boxers he currently wore!) a pair of slightly dirty white sports socks, an unopened bottle of water, which was surprisingly still at a drinkable temperature, as well as the added bonus of talc and deodorant. 

 His bladder was mildly protesting, even though it was only half full, the wet diaper was sending signals to his body to finally empty itself once and for all, and to stop stuffing around with all these little releases. So, first things first, he folded his towel, and placed his butt directly on top of it. A look around the surrounding area showed that he was safely alone, so he sat back, spread his legs, and finally relaxed his holding muscles completely. 

 Tim sighed with relief as he started peeing. The diaper he wore was well past it’s capacity to contain the torrent of pee that he released, and he felt it overflowing from the front, coating his entire pubic region with hot liquid, then pouring unhindered across his hips and upper legs. A glance between his legs saw a dark wet stain spreading rapidly across the bright red towel he was sitting on, and his bottom was totally immersed in a fresh, wet heat. He shivered with delight and relief as he finally felt his stream slowing down to a trickle, and he saw that his black sweats now glistened in the light, sticking tightly to his thighs. 

 What a relief! After two hours of monitoring his bladder, and the occasional panic attack and resulting clamp-downs, to just finally sit in peace, relax, and let go, was absolute bliss. 

 He ran his hands through his soaked crotch, and felt his manhood stirring deep inside the saturated padding, and could’ve almost given in to the desire to bring himself to orgasm, but that wasn’t the sort of thing you did in the backseat of a car, in a busy mall car park, halfway through a sunny Saturday afternoon....

 Tim contented himself by squirming around a bit, mushing the wet nappy against his bottom, and he took a large drink out of the water bottle he’d found in his bag. He had seriously considered not drinking anymore until he got home, but, he was actually thirsty, and he intended to use the toilets as much as he needed to from here on in. After all, he couldn’t risk wetting himself without any protection, but he had an idea that might offer some minor comfort, especially for little leaks.....

 Tim did another visual recon of the area, making sure he was still alone. He decided that it was now or never, and he kicked his sneakers off, lifted his bottom up, then swiftly pulled his dripping pants down and got free of them. His left sock was wet through as well, so that too got removed. 

 A quick glance at his underwear made him smile. He’d selected grey cotton boxers with a black check pattern to cover his diaper, should it happen to poke itself out of his pants, and they were now stained almost universally a dark colour, from the elastic waistband to the cuffs on the legs. In fact, if he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought that they had been peed in multiple times without a diaper underneath them! These were quickly stripped off, joining his other wet clothes on the floor. 

 The diaper was next. He ripped the side panels open, and pulled it out, surprised by how heavy it had become. A small drip fell onto his bare thigh, indicating just how full it had become. Tim pulled the towel out from beneath his bottom, and quickly dried himself off as much as he could with what little part of the towel that was still dry. Moving quickly, lest he be discovered, he gave his groin area a good dusting with the talc, then pulled his sky blue boxer briefs from his bag, and stuck his feet into them as fast as he could. He pulled them up to his thighs, then got one of the socks from his bag, folded it, and carefully inserted it into the crotch, before pulling them completely up. The folded sock felt kind of strange against his manhood, but he hoped it might act like a pad, absorbing any little leaks that might occur. It wouldn’t be as safe as a diaper, and would offer no protection against a large accident, but he didn’t intend to have any more of them. From here on in, he would visit the restrooms regularly, and keep his bladder as empty as possible. The teen smiled at his own ingenuity, and took a large swallow of the tepid water, confident that it wouldn’t matter, so long as he stuck to his bathroom plan. He pulled the other sock onto his left foot, replacing the wet one he’d removed minutes earlier. They weren’t a perfect match, but hey, they were both white, so it really didn’t matter. 

 Before he pulled his jeans on, he sprayed his legs with deodorant, then finished dressing, before stuffing his wet belongings deep inside his gym bag, slipping his shoes on, winding the windows down a little bit, then getting out again. 

 As he put the bag into the small trunk, he paused, and focused again on his bladder. It still wasn’t completely empty! Nearly, but not quite. This probably wasn’t a total surprise, as he’d learned from previous experience that peeing into a nappy while seated, never quite resulted in a full empty. What he still held was only minimal though, and he’d make sure to use the bathroom as soon as he went back inside. He had to adjust the way the sock inside his underpants was sitting, then he was good to go. He locked the car, then walked back towards the entry, draining what was left of his water bottle on the way. 

 Tim felt very vulnerable without his diaper on. It almost felt like he was naked. The sock pressed against his penis only offered a small reassurance, and he knew he was taking a bit of a risk. 

 But, it also felt like he had no other option. He had no idea how long his new condition was going to last, maybe it would even be permanent, and he would most likely encounter a lot of times when he wouldn’t be diapered at all. He cringed at the thought of the possible conversation that he may need to have with his parents if in fact this ended up being a long term condition. But, if it was permanent, he would need their help. He couldn’t afford to be diapered 24/7, as much as he may sometimes like the idea. Not to mention stuff like school......

 His parents weren’t due back until the following night, so he had at least another 24 hours to work things out, and, at the end of the day, if it was a permanent condition, he really had no choice but to learn to deal with it. Besides, as a diaper lover, there were certainly worse things he could be afflicted with. 

 As he passed by a car in the parents bay, a young woman was lifting her toddler out of the trolley he was sitting in. Tim got a sudden feeling of medium desperation as he approached her, but it was too late to act on it. He almost knew what was going to happen before it did, and it seemed to play out in slow motion. 

 The woman lifted the little boy out of the cart, and Tim felt a small squirt of pee escape into the sock he had inside his pants, and he watched the woman firmly clamp her thighs together as she lifted. It wasn’t much of a leak, maybe only a few drops, but he felt a slight dampness where there wasn’t one before. He almost scurried away from her as quickly as he could, a light bead of sweat forming on his brow. 

 Tim paused before approaching the door, trying to do a personal assessment of his own bladder. 

 On a desperation scale, it was minimal, perhaps one or two out of ten. He’d almost completely emptied it in the car, with the exception of the last remaining dregs that are almost impossible to empty while sitting down in a diaper. He didn’t even need to go, really. But he knew his bladder still held that slight bit in reserve....

 On top of that, his holding muscles felt tired. Very tired. He strongly doubted that he’d be able to squeeze them shut on time in an emergency. Added to that, was the fact he’d just drunk another small bottle of water, which hadn’t yet had time to filter through him. 

 He would definitely use the bathroom as soon as he got inside. He would sit on the toilet, and forcibly push, making sure to get every last drop out, and only then, would he continue his experiment. 

 His mind made up, he started walking again, actively avoiding as many women as he could, experiencing occasional bursts of desperation from mild to medium as he passed them. 

 Once inside, he headed towards the corridor with the rest rooms in it, but he was stopped by a shout before he could make the turn. 

 “TIM! TIMMY! YO! TIMBO!”

 There was only one person in the world who ever called him Timbo, and he turned around, confirming his suspicions. 

 Walking towards him, from inside the mall, was his sister, Lisa, grinning from ear to ear and waving. 

 But what he noticed next, was completely shocking. 

 

 Walking alongside of her, the gorgeous red hair bouncing off her petite shoulders, and looking absolutely resplendent in her skin tight pink jeans,

 was Sinead......

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10 minutes ago, omorashi lover said:

Given the quality of your writing, how often you update this story is great! I typically have to wait weeks to months for a good story to update but this is almost daily lol thank you for the entertainment 😄

Hey! Thanks very much for saying that! I have to admit, I do have a slight ego, and I really appreciate it when people take the time to leave a comment. I probably check back more often than I should, just to see if anyone has said anything. 🙄

I have quite a few stories on here, as I used to write a lot more, but I took a bit of a hiatus until recently.

I notice there’s a lot of new names reading my stuff now, that may not have read my earlier stories. Obviously they can be found with a quick search. 

If anyone isn’t familiar, have a look for Daniel and Amy. It’s a massively huge story. 

Another personal favourite, is Tyson, 12 years old and back in diapers. 

If anyone does find an old story they might like, please leave a comment, and give it a bump! 

I really enjoy getting feedback! Thanks again. 

4 minutes ago, crashdriver said:

I gotta say that you're a bit of a bastard ending the chapter on a cliffhanger like that. Great story so far and good to see you writing again.

Hehe. You think I’m a bastard NOW? Wait till the next chapter.....

Thanks for your kind words. Really appreciate it. 

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Ok! Final Chapter. Thanks for your support and patience. 

 

This story is dedicated to my good friend Ash. Hope you liked it Ash, you inspired a lot of it. 

 

Chapter 9

 It felt like the world had stopped, leaving them frozen in time. Tim thought that his heart was pounding hard enough to stop, and he was aware that his pee hole was actually tingling, as if a sudden shock was going to make him leak. Both he and Sinead adjusted their seating positions at the same time, both feeling the uncomfortable fullness of her bladder almost leaking. But outwardly at least, he managed to remain the very picture of calmness, maintaining eye contact, and taking a sip of his coffee, all the while panicking internally about what he’d just said. He hoped against hope that he hadn’t misread the situation. 

 “Well,” he said calmly, “am I right, or not?”

 Sinead was blushing from her neck up, her face trying hard to match her hair colour. 

 “NO! I mean, um, what do you mean exactly Tim? I don’t think I heard you properly, I mean, ah, I’m not sure that.....”

 Tim reached out and gently patted her hand, offering some physical comfort. He decided that now he’d gone this far, there was no turning back. 

 “Sinead, you asked me tell you something honestly about myself, and I did. Now, you be honest with me. I’m right, aren’t I?”

 Sinead looked around quickly, like a small, frightened animal, looking for predators. For a nervous moment, Tim thought she was actually going to run away, but she didn’t, nor did she pull her hands away from his comforting grip. When she spoke, her voice was muted and scared, almost a whisper. 

 “I’m  sure I don’t know how to answer that Timmy. I mean, like I guess I do need to use the bathroom right now, I’ll give you that, but you think I enjoy that do you? I mean, like what do you.....”

 Tim gently squeezed her hands, interrupting her, before he whispered back. 

 “Shhhhh. It’s ok, Sinead. Really. I’ll be honest with you now. I do the same thing myself. I think that’s why I kinda get the vibe from you. I kind of need to go as well, but it’s also just nice to put it off, isn’t it? Now, you be honest. I’m right, aren’t I? If I’m not, I’m going to be like super embarrassed here, and I promise I won’t ever say anything like that again. Pinky promise?”

 She looked at his offered pinky finger for a moment, then grinned, and latched onto it with her own, giving it a sharp but gentle tug. 

 “Deal,” she whispered, grinning and blushing at the same time. “Wow! You really are good at this, aren’t you?”

 “So, I’m right?” Tim asked. 

 Sinead giggled, and Tim felt like a drop of pee may have dampened the sock that was in his underwear, not much, but a little drop. 

 “You sir, are very perceptive, scarily so,” she informed him. “And did you mean what you said? That you do it too?”

 “Cross my heart,” he said, performing the gesture with his free hand, not letting go of her hands with his other one. “I know what you must think, like I guess it is kinda embarrassing to say it out loud, but I’ve done it for years, and I’ve ...”

 “Me too!” Sinead interrupted excitedly. “Ever since I was a little girl! But.....how did you know?”

 Tim was able to answer honestly, at least for the most part. 

 “Honestly, I’m not 100% sure. Maybe it’s because I like the same thing. Maybe it’s like I’m somehow in sync with you, or something?”

 She took his hand in her own, and leaned in, lowering her voice to almost a whisper. “So what is it you do, Tim? Do you just hold on, or......”

 Although the question was left open, he knew exactly what she meant, and decided straight away to be honest with her. 

 “I like holding on, especially when I REALLY need to go, and see how long I can last. It’s a lot of fun, especially in private, where it doesn’t matter if I sorta push the boundaries too far, if you know what I mean. What about you?”

 Sinead was grinning now. “The same! I love seeing how long I can last, it’s like a game I play!”

 “Do you ever wait too long, and wet your pants?” Tim asked, not believing he was actually saying that. 

 Sinead shifted in her chair, and he immediately felt her fullness. My God, she was really getting full now!  But, she looked like she was enjoying herself as well, as she was almost glowing with excitement. 

 “You first,” Sinead said. “You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine!”

 Tim felt the butterflies in his stomach. Sinead had given absolutely no signs of being disturbed by their conversation, in fact, just the opposite, but Tim couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he was merely digging a deep hole for himself. On the other hand, he was doing the unthinkable, having a good, bonding talk with the girl of his dreams, involving a taboo topic that would usually never be talked about. Perhaps it was the fact that they didn’t really know each other as yet, that somehow made it all seem okay, in a weird way. However he looked at it, he was probably too far in to back out now. He took a deep breath, and was buoyed by the way she squeezed his hands encouragingly. 

 “Ok,” he said, exhaling sharply. “Yes. I do sometimes. Wet my pants I mean. I love holding on, and seeing how long I can last, and I’ll even make little challenges to myself. Like I can’t use a bathroom until I get home, or until I’ve finished my homework, or finished a movie, or whatever. Sometimes I wait too long, even on purpose, and I’ll have an accident. Sometimes, I’ll wet myself on purpose. Sorry if that’s TMI.”

Sinead was glowing again, but from excitement rather than embarrassment. She clapped her hands like an excited little girl. 

 “Me too! Me too! That’s exactly what I do as well! I never use the bathroom after school. I go at lunchtime, and then that’s it! I always try and make it home before I let myself use a bathroom again. It’s like a game. I’m not allowed to pee until I get home!”

 “Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” Tim asked. 

 “That’s the fun of it Timmy,” she replied. “The danger factor in case I have an accident is what makes it fun!”

 “Have you ever had an accident?” Tim asked, his voice shaking with excitement. 

 Sinead grinned, and it was an impressive grin. It touched her green eyes, and made them sparkle. 

 “Sometimes. Well, maybe more than sometimes? I guess it depends  what you count as a proper accident! I usually leak a little bit when I’m walking home, but I’ve never completely wet my pants, not in public, anyway. But there’s been a few times when I’ve gotten home, and peed my pants in the backyard because I couldn’t make it inside! My mum and dad don’t get home till late, so there’s no one around to catch me. If I piss myself, I just throw my jeans and knickers into the wash.”

 Tim felt his dick going rock hard, pushing itself firmly into the damp sock inside his briefs, leaving a slightly sticky residue in its wake. 

 “But what happens if you leak while walking home? Aren’t you worried it’ll show up?”

 Sinead leaned in, grinning broadly. It was obvious that she was enjoying this!

 “At lunchtime, I always put a pad in! That way, if I do leak a bit, I’m still protected, although it’s still a bit risky, like if I had a big leak or accident. But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? If there was no risk, it’d be a bit boring! What about you? Do you ever do anything like that?” She spoke in a voice, barely above a whisper. 

 Tim leaned in closer, still holding her hands, and replied in a whisper of his own. 

 “Not a pad, but I will sometimes wear a diaper, you know, just in case? In fact, I wore one earlier today.”

 “Oooooooooo,” Sinead exclaimed breathlessly, shifting her legs under the table, unknowingly giving her companion a fresh insight into how desperate she was starting to feel. 

 “You know, I’ve always wanted to try a diaper! Like experiment with one? I’ve seen people online wearing them, and they look sooooooo adorable! But I’ve never been like brave enough to buy them!”

 Before he knew he was going to say it, the words slipped out of his mouth. 

 “Well, if you ever WANT to try them, I’ve got lots of spares at home......”

 He realised exactly what he’d just said, and turned a bright crimson, easily out-blushing Sineads earlier efforts. 

 “Wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like tha......”

 Sinead pressed a finger gently against his lips. 

 “Shhhhhh Timmy. I know exactly what you mean. You know, I might just take you up on that......”

Tim was stunned. “What? Really? You mean you’d like to? Like what, I mean how....”

 Sinead almost giggled, and Tim felt his bladder almost loosen. 

 “Of course I’d like to,” she said with a cute, if somewhat naughty grin. “In fact, we could do it today, if you wanted to that is?”

 The teen felt like he was about to pass out. This was beyond incredible. Never, even in his absolute wildest fantasies, did he ever dream to imagine that this girl would ever be willing to diaper play with him. In fact, he never believed ANY girl would ever indulge him with a shared love of water sports. All he’d ever dared to dream, was he might one day see her have an accident, and that had felt like too much to hope for. 

 “Sooooo,” she prodded, squeezing his hand. “Whaddya say Timmy? Want to show me what these diapers are all about?”

 He decided to act fast, in case he was actually dreaming, and before she could change her mind. 

 “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

 They drained the dregs of their coffees, and stood up. Sinead paused, hunched over the table, and didn’t move for a couple of seconds. Tim felt a small leak escaping from his penis, and had to fight a strong urge to grab himself, he had to trust the folded sock would protect any wet spot from showing through. 

 “Wow. You really need to go, don’t you? I’ll bet you’re wearing a pad right now?”

 Sinead smiled, with an amused shake of her head. 

 “Incredible! You really are good at this mind reading thing, aren’t you? Yes. I’ve got a pad in, and it’s a little bit wet already.” With that, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, amused by how shocked he looked. By some unspoken plan, the boy and girl took each other’s hands as they walked out of the cafe. 

 “Didn’t you want to look at some top or something?” Tim asked. 

 “Maybe earlier, but not anymore,” Sinead replied. “That was just kinda an excuse to stay with you instead of going with Lisa. Besides, if your mind reading is so good, you’d know just how badly I need to pee right now. If we go shopping, I’m going to wet my pants. As it is, I don’t know if I can even hold on long enough to get to your place! Oh my God! That’s a point! What if I can’t, Timmy? What if I have an accident? Maybe I should just go to the toilet here....”

 Tim squeezed her hand, encouragingly, letting her know it was alright. 

 “Don’t be silly! Think of this as the ultimate test of strength! I only live ten minutes away. If you DID have an accident, I’ll give you some sweats or something to wear home, and of course I’ll drive you! You could even borrow something from Lisa. If you’re like me, you’ll think that perhaps wetting yourself in front of someone only adds some excitement to the game! What do you say? Are you game?”

 Sinead returned the firm grip, laughing slightly, and making Tim’s penis twitch with urgency as she did. “Yes! Yes, of course I’m game! This is so fantastic! I’ve always wanted to do something like this with somebody else! Especially the nappy bit! I’ve wanted to try that for like forever!”

 She leaned in closer and whispered, “And I’m glad it’s going to be you that I try it with.”

 Five minutes later, they were at his car, with Tim being grateful that he had stowed his gym bag in the trunk, and lowered the windows a bit. You couldn’t even smell the slightest hint of pee in the car. Yet. 

 Sinead slumped down heavily into her seat, uttering a relieved groan as she sat down, and Tim immediately felt a fresh spurt of pee in his underwear. This time, the sock didn’t completely absorb it, and he felt a little trickle running over his balls. 

 “Timmy,” Sinead said softly. “I just peed myself a little bit....”

 “Me too Sinead. Me too,” he reassured her. 

 The red haired girl gingerly opened her legs, and inspected her crotch, before pointing to it, and drawing his attention to a small dark patch, the size of a ping pong ball. 

 “Look Timmy. I’ve leaked a little bit...”

 Tim opened his own legs, revealing a small, snakelike trail going from between his legs, to his bottom. He laughed. “Yup. Me too babe. Ugh. I really need to gooooooo!”

 “Well, you’re driving buddy,” she reminded him. “Let’s get back to your place before I get your seat all wet.”

 Tim navigated out of the car park, and they didn’t speak for a couple of minutes, both of them intent on not losing control of their bladders, at least not yet. By focusing, Tim could tune her desperation down for himself, but, he needed to concentrate to do it, and he couldn’t commit enough mind power to the task while he drove. Every time his attention strayed to the more important job of driving, his shared urgency just shot back up again. After a couple of attempts, he abandoned any hope of tuning it down, and tried to just relax and enjoy the sensation with her, even if it did feel like he was going to soak his jeans at any moment. 

 “When was the last time you peed yourself?” Sinead asked, drawing him back into a conversation. 

 “Yesterday,” he replied, without hesitation or embarrassment, feeling quite at ease with talking about it. “Didn’t Lisa tell you about what happened?”

 “Only that you got knocked out. Why? Was there more?”

 “Mmmmm. You could say that..” he said with a smirk, encouraged by the look of excitement he detected on her face. “Apparently, when I knocked myself out, I peed myself!”

 Sinead giggled, and he felt like he was about to do exactly that same thing again, but he was saved when she tightly crossed her legs, uttering a low groan. 

 “What happened? Do you remember it?” She asked playfully. 

 “Not really,” He sheepishly admitted, thinking to himself that he really couldn’t tell her that it was her he was thinking about while he pee played! 

 “I came home from school, needing to pee, as usual, but I was kind of planning on wetting myself in the shower. I must’ve slipped on the wet floor, passed out, and it happened by itself! Kind of embarrassing I guess.”

  Sinead gave him an encouraging smile, “Don’t be silly Timmy. If you were busting to go, it’s no wonder you wet yourself! That could happen to anyone.” She reached over and patted his thigh, “I hope you don’t get too embarrassed when we get to your place.....”

 Tim could only muster a foolish grin, as he didn’t trust himself to speak. He also had doubts about getting back to his place before an accident occurred with one of them, as he could feel his pee hole literally pulsing with urgent need, so he knew she felt the same way, so he tried to keep his concentration on getting them home swiftly, but also safe and dry. 

 It seemed to work. Not ten minutes later, he pulled into his driveway, surprised that no further leaks had occurred. By this stage, Sinead had both hands buried in her lap, almost crushed by the pressure of her clamped thighs, and she was drawing in short, hissy breaths. 

 “You okay?” Tim asked, opening his door. “Your door sticks a bit, let me open it from the outside.”

 He strode around to her side, and opened her door, but she didn’t move, and he could tell exactly why. She was absolute busting, more than anything he’d ever felt before. Tim himself couldn’t stand still, he kept pressing his own legs together, shuffling his feet, and couldn’t help but to give his penis a hard squeeze through his jeans, feeling the moist sock pushing up against his manhood. 

 “Tim, I’m not gonna make it,” Sinead said in a worried voice. “I’m going to pee myself before I can get a nappy on. I’m sorry.”

 He held his hand out for her to take. “It’s okay Sinead. It doesn’t matter. If you wet yourself first, it’ll give you a good excuse to wear one after, won’t it?”

 She sighed, and smiled up at him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It just seems like a waste of a good hold if it ends up in my pants, especially now I’ve got a diaper to try. Ok. Here I come. This might get messy.”

 She took his hand, and let him pull her to her feet, where she immediately hunched over, knees pressed together, and sucking in a large breath, at the same time Tim felt a trickling wetness running over his balls, and even dripping down his leg. 

 After a few seconds, Sinead stood up, pulling at the front of her jeans, revealing a wet patch the size of a tennis ball. “Oops,” she said with a blushing grin. 

 When she looked at Tim, he was looking at his own crotch at first, his left hand holding himself, with a smaller wet patch, including a small streak, clearly visible on his jeans. But when he saw the state of her pants, he took his hand away, and smiled at her. “Yeah. Oops is right,” he said. 

 Sinead laughed gaily, but this time without causing either of them to leak. It appeared she may have lost just enough to regain full control again. Tim couldn’t stop staring at the wet patch on her jeans, it was the most incredible turn on that he’d ever seen, especially since it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. He didn’t even feel mildly embarrassed about his own wet spot, in fact, that was turning him on even more. 

 “Come on,” he said, opening the door, “Let’s get inside before we lose it altogether.”

 Tim ushered her inside first, for two reasons. One, he wanted to look at her butt, which had a little wet spot of its own, smaller than on her crotch, and Two, he had something he needed to do without her seeing. 

 “Straight ahead, down the hall,” he instructed, and he hung back just enough to pause at the laundry door, where he quickly reached inside his pants, and snatched the now wet sock from his briefs. It had been worrying him for awhile, ever since it began looking likely that they may end up ‘playing’ together. With a quick flick of the wrist, the wet sock hit the tiles with a wet, splat sound, which Sinead was too far away to hear. 

 “Ohhhh. Timmy. TimmyTimmyTimmmmmy! Hurry up! I’m going to wet myself any second!”

 He didn’t need to be asked twice, and hurried after her, grabbing her by the elbow, and steering her into the bathroom. 

 The bathroom was a bit messy, but at least the floor was dry now, at least for the moment. Lisa had mopped the floor dry with towels after Tim had left in the ambulance, and although the wet towels remained bundled up in the corner, there was nothing to trip over, or slip in. 

 Tim felt his control slipping, and he knew that this time, it was going to be a catastrophic bladder failure, as it had a feeling of finality about it. He couldn’t fully differentiate between his own needs and Sineads anymore, but he could tell she was at the absolute end of her ability to hold. He couldn’t even tune it down anymore. The sight of the beautiful girl, knees pressed tightly together, hands buried in her pink clad denim crotch, gave visual confirmation to what he was physically feeling. She was smiling, but also whimpering at the same time. 

 “Oh my God Timmy. I can’t hold on any longer. I’m not going to make it into a diaper.”

 Tim’s pee hole started to loosen, and he felt his urine travelling through his urethra, with all hope of control lost. He stepped towards Sinead, and gathered her in his arms, and she relaxed her stance, putting her arms around his neck. 

 “Don’t worry babe. We’ve got lots of time. I’ll put a big fluffy diaper on you after you wet your pants, ok?”

 “Mmmm mmmmm,” she muttered, then turned her head upwards to meet his lips, which were leaning in towards her. 

 Tim’s arms went around her waist, and he grabbed her bottom, squeezing it, and pulling her close, so they were pressed up against each other. Their lips touched, briefly at first, then they opened, and their probing tongues found each other, as they started hungrily exploring each other’s mouths.

 Their bodies were tight against one another, their kissing and fondling growing in intensity, and Sinead reached down and put a hand between Tim’s legs, just as the muscles of his exhausted bladder gave way. 

 He felt the pressure of her hand pressing against his groin, as a river of hot wetness escaped him, instantly soaking the front of his jeans, and cascading down his legs, and her fingers massaged his aching balls as he pissed relentlessly into her hand. 

 Tim shuddered with relief, then excitement, as his own hand, which was firmly kneading Sineads buttocks, suddenly felt a tremendous wet heat coating them. 

 They ground against each other, kissing, writhing, grabbing and moaning, as their bladders emptied in unison, all inside their pants, creating a large puddle on the tiled floor. 

 After more than a few seconds had passed, Tim felt his stream start to peter out, first to a trickle, then a drip, and finally stop, at the same time that Sineads own private waterfall stopped drenching his hand. 

 She stepped back, breaking his grip on her bottom, but maintaining her own hold on his crotch, and gave him a big smile. 

 “Timmy, you naughty, naughty boy! You’ve peed your pants, haven’t you?” Then she gave his dick a firm squeeze through his dripping jeans. “Why don’t you lay down, and let me help you take them off?”

 Tim didn’t need to wait for a second invitation! He dragged a wet towel into the middle of the puddle that they’d made, and lay down on top of it. Sinead knelt over his lap, knees on either side of his hips, giving him a wonderful view of how wet her jeans were. 

 She looked coyly at him, then gently reached for the bulge in his pants once more, and gently rubbed it. “Mmmm. I’m not finished yet,” she informed him. “I think I’m gonna pee again.”

 She no sooner said that, when another fresh patch of wetness exploded from her crotch, darkening it even more, sending a fresh trickle through the sodden denim, to splatter against his thighs, as she stroked his swollen shaft through his own saturated denim. As soon as she started peeing, his own bladder let go again, this time sending rivers across the front of his pants, and down his slender hips, all while she rubbed him, and finished wetting herself over him. 

 Tim’s orgasm was fast approaching, and he started to buck and grind firmly against her, and she could feel his cock throbbing. She put her other hand into her own soaked crotch, and rubbed herself simultaneously along with him. At first, he was determined not to cum, but within seconds, he was past the point of no return, and judging by the way Sinead was quivering, she was coming along for the ride with him. 

 They reached their climax at the same time, he shooting his load directly into his dripping underpants, while Sinead felt wave after wave of pleasure enveloping her, as she rode his hips and her hand. 

 Tim closed his eyes, and tried to get his breath back, feeling a weight removing itself from his midsection, before he felt a hand gently stroking his face. 

 “Tim. Timmy. Open your eyes. You’ve wet your pants.”

 He sighed blissfully. “Yeah, I did Sinead.”

 The hand went to his shoulder, shaking him. 

 “Timmy. Wake up. TIMBO,”

 This stunned him, and he opened his eyes, mumbling a response. 

 “Wha? Sinead?”

 Tim’s eyes fell upon his sister, who was bent over him, gently shaking his shoulder, pleading with him to open his eyes. She had tears streaming down her face. 

 “Oh Timmy! You’re alive! Thank God! I thought you were dead! You gave me such a scare! Shhh. Just lay still. There’s an ambulance coming.”

 He was completely confused, and had a massive headache, and could feel his pants were wet and cold. 

 “Huh? Sinead? Wha’ happened?”

 His sister looked concerned, biting her bottom lip. 

 “Timbo. It’s me. Lisa. Just lay still bro. I’ve called an ambulance. I think you slipped on the floor and hit your head. You’ve been out cold.” She lowered her voice, even though they were alone. “You’ve wet yourself Timmy. Don’t worry about it. Just lay still. Everything will be ok....”

 

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Epilogue:

Tim remained semi conscious, although vague and lightheaded. He didn’t regain full consciousness until a couple of hours later, when he woke up lying in a hospital bed, with a very worried looking Lisa sitting beside him. At first, he couldn’t remember anything, until she filled him in on the details, like how she had returned home to grab her forgotten hair straightener. He had a real sense of Déjà Vu, but couldn’t piece anything coherent together. 

 Until Lisa told him that she was going to get a nurse, then go to the bathroom. 

 Suddenly, his memory of the last 24 hours returned with a rush. 

 He reached under the blankets, and grabbed at his groin, finding it naked beneath his gown, without the diaper that he remembered. Also, he realised that he hadn’t picked up any form of urgency from his desperate sister. 

 That night, he was woken for a check up, but by a male nurse, and his bladder remained his own to control. This was the same in the morning, and he didn’t feel the slightest impulse from any female he encountered. 

 Upon discharge, he headed to the front door, but not before encountering a heavily pregnant woman waddling towards the toilets. He passed her by without registering anything, except the somewhat vague memory he had of doing this before. He paused after she entered the bathroom, and looked at the floor, finding a few errant drops of pee leading towards the door. 

 This was weird. How could he “remember” her, but have no connection like his memory insisted that he should have?

 Outside the hospital, he caught a cab, which had a female driver. But this time, she wasn’t African, and wasn’t as talkative, and she never mentioned needing a bathroom. 

 By the time he got home, he had a massive headache, and was completely disoriented. How on earth could he have such vivid memories about stuff that apparently didn’t happen, but were close in so many ways? His entire experience with his superpowers, and Sinead, must’ve been a complete mental fabrication caused by knocking himself out. He was equal parts relieved, and disappointed. 

 Tim paused at his car, and retrieved his gym bag from the back seat. It contained jeans, briefs, a towel, deodorant, talc, and a water bottle, but the jeans and briefs were dry. 

 Tim decided to do a load of washing, then have a shower, before going to bed for a nap. He collected the towels from the bathroom, as well as some clothes from his bedroom floor, then took those with his gym bag into the laundry, where he filled the washing machine, including stripping off naked and adding what clothes he had been wearing. 

 When he unloaded his bag, everything was accounted for, with one exception. He was missing a sock. This wasn’t a great concern, and would probably turn up later, in his car or gym locker. 

 He added washing powder, closed the lid, and stepped back, his bare foot falling on something cold, squishy, and wet. 

 Tim looked down, and the colour drained from his face, and a deep chill passed through his naked body, as he found his missing sock, soaked with pee, sitting on the laundry floor, right where his memory said he’d thrown it. 

The End. 

 

Well. That’s another one done! Hope you guys and girls liked it!

Let me know......

Barry. 

 

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