Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 4, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted May 4, 2020 It was some time in early June at the Ship Island Camp. Campers and their parents showed up in droves, disembarking from the ferry with heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, and bedrolls. They chattered with each other as they made their way towards the gate, which was wide open and decorated with a welcoming array of balloons and streamers. Most of the campers were teens, about 16 to 18 years old. Shayla was on the older side of this spectrum, at 18 years old. She looked around for familiar faces, hoping to see someone she had met from the prior years of her attendance. The entrance had a long line, filled with campers looking to get themselves checked in and pack away their things. At the end of the line, counselors stood in groups, where campers were directed to head to their respective cabins together. Shayla diligently waited with her mother in line, sipping from her thermos of ice cold water. She eagerly awaited to be put into a cabin, ideally with one of her long-time friends. Her mother asked her "Do you have everything?" Shayla nodded, mentally going through a checklist of her items. Hairbrush, mosquito spray, pillow, sleeping bag... It seemed as though she had everything. "I think I have everything, mom.", she said. Her mom reiterated, asking again "You have all of your things?" Shayla blushed at the question, but remembered that she had packed them. "Yes, I have them." They were always referred to indirectly, in some way or another. Most often they were her simply her "things". But when more clarity was needed, they were her "night-time underwear", her "just-in-case panties", or, at most, her "pull-ups". But they were never referred to as they actually where, how Shayla really thought of them: her diapers. Shayla felt that the subtle differences between these terms were all but irrelevant: they were padded underwear that absorbed her pee. Shayla had stopped wetting her bed when she was ten years old. Or so she thought, until she mysteriously began waking up to that familiar wetness in her bedding, pajamas, and panties. And just as soon as her parents knew that these accidents weren't flukes, the plastic sheet came out of the closet. And with it came the diapers. At first she cursed at her inability to hold herself in her sleep, but eventually came to begrudgingly accept her reality. Even in her long stretches of blissful night-time dryness, Shayla had always been accident-prone. She couldn't always hold it, and she often overestimated her bladder control. She had accidents only sometimes though, and mostly just small ones that were easy enough to clean. As the line further advanced, Shayla realized that she should begin seeking out the bathroom. Nevertheless, the line advanced slowly. Eventually, she made it to the front, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her mother resisted asking her if she needed to pee, figuring that it would be embarrassing. After checking in, Shayla walked towards the wide circle of counselors. An assistant smiled and pointed her to her cabin: "You will be in the whitewater cabin, it's over there." Shayla walked in the indicated direction, but noticed one of her friends along the way. "Hi Amanda!", she smiled and waved. "Hi Shayla, what cabin are you in?" Shayla replied "Whitewater cabin." Amanda replied "Oh, never been in that one." Shayla walked up to her own cabin, becoming more aware of her need to pee. She knew where the bathrooms where, but they were far away and she still needed to put away her stuff. Her counselor cheerily introduced herself as Shayla approached and set her stuff down. "Hello there, welcome to Whitewater Cabin! My name is Fern." She extended her hand. Shayla replied in turn by introducing herself. Fern looked around at her cabin. There were only four other girls there (usually either per cabin) and no one that Shayla personally knew. Fern gazed at her clipboard and performed a mental head count of who all was there. "OK, I think that's everyone. Are we ready to go?" Shayla thought to herself Yeah I'm ready to go. To go directly in my pants. Everyone generally seemed to agree and they prepared to embark. Shayla quickly lifted her heavy backpack, which sent a wave of desperation through her. She even lost control for a second, resulting in a few drops of pee in her panties. After regaining control, she followed the others to Whitewater Cabin. The walk was mostly in silence, as they would be expected to introduce themselves later. Shayla knew this was for the best, each step proved more difficult for the last as her bladder pleaded for release. The girls finally got to their cabin. In mechanical fashion, bedrolls were unfurled, sleeping bags were placed, and bags were stashed in their respective places. Shayla noticed that this cabin lacked the traditional, old mattresses that other cabins had. This one had new ones, with a thick plastic outside. It reminded her of her mattress at home. Shayla had been careful to hide her embarrassing secret beneath a thick block of strategically-placed underwear, socks, and shirts. Shayla always packed spare underwear with her, just in case something happened. Just in case something was about to happen. As the parents filtered out and said their goodbyes, the girls turned to each other and to Fern. "Alright everyone," Fern said, "welcome to your new home for the next two weeks." Fern looked awkwardly around. She had a cute smile, and seemed to be kind of shy. "Does anyone know why you're in this specific cabin?" Shayla had already been putting the pieces together, but Fern's question made it immediately clear: This wasn't Whitewater Cabin. This was Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla, still desperately needing to pee, crossed her legs silently as she sat on her bunk. Maybe only she knew, maybe everyone knew, but Shayla wasn't about to share her secret to four strangers. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Only the faint sound of Shayla's bouncing, crossed, leg could be heard. Finally, Fern broke the silence. "You're all here because your parents indicated that you might sometimes have night-time accidents." The room became even more still and silent as each camper's worst nightmare was realized. "Now, don't you girls worry about a thing. The thought behind this cabin was that you all have the same problems, and you all know how best to deal with them. You have everything you need: protected sheets, cleaning stuff, and the first shower of the day." Fern continued explaining that it's OK to have accidents sometimes The shower part sounded nice, Shayla thought, since the showers were usually cold by the time she could get to them. She thought about that warm shower, about standing in the warm water, about it flowing down her back and legs... Shayla snapped out of her daydream abruptly when she caught another small leak go into her panties. Not now she thought, as she summoned more strength to hold on. Not immediately after everyone here knows I'm a bedwetter. But it was little use. Fern was not done talking, and she didn't want to be rude. Periodically, little dribbles of pee escaped. Shayla felt lucky to be on a protected mattress. Shayla continued to listen to Fern's speech, eagerly waiting for it to end. Part of her wished she had a diaper on right now, just so she could take care of it. saga, TheOwl, AliasnameTO and 16 others 18 1 Quote Link to comment
Garrus 181 Posted May 4, 2020 Share Posted May 4, 2020 Very nice. Wetting and diapers at camp is one of my favorite scenarios, and I'll be looking forward to the next part. Quote Link to comment
Bedwettingchik12 322 Posted May 5, 2020 Share Posted May 5, 2020 Really enjoyed this!! Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 6, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 6, 2020 (edited) thanks for the support, everyone! Shayla's bed was the lower bunk in the back corner of the cabin, which smelled strongly of lemon-scented disinfectant. She continued to sit and shift her body impatiently, waiting for her chance to use the bathroom. She caught only bits and pieces of what Fern was saying: "...if you have an accident, there is a separate trash can for wet stuff." There are those euphemisms again, "accident" and "stuff". It's not like I would do it on purpose. Just say "if you piss your diaper, put it in that trash can.", Shayla thought to herself. At this time, she was remembering the dreams she often had before she woke up wet. Dreams about using the bathroom, dreams about peeing in the pool, and other nice feelings. Shayla snapped out of it quick, after letting loose another small leak that warmed her panties in an alarming way. She wished she could check the damage, but was fairly certain she could still cover any wet spot with her hands at this point. How in the world is this woman still talking? Fern continued: "You can take your sleeping bags and bedding to the laundry in the morning when you wake up, if need be." Shayla, in her fairly hidden spot in the corner, decided she could hold herself without being noticed. The crotch of her pants felt slightly wet, but fortunately the fabric was dark. Holding herself helped, but she desperately needed to go. The endless talk about wet sheets and diapers did not help. Fern's speech gradually began to come to a close. "And finally, you might have noticed the chart by the door with all of your names on it. That's to help track your wetting progress throughout camp" -- "wetting". Finally an honest word. Maybe a brutally honest word. -- "Each of you will have two rows, one for night time and one for day time." Fern put on a chipper face and voice: "If you make it through the entire time dry, you get a sunshine sticker. If you just have a few little leaks, you get a rainbow." She then made a slightly stern expression: "However, if you have a bigger accident, I will have to put a stormy cloud." Perking up again, Fern added "Let's try to minimize those." Shayla knew she was in rainbow territory, at the very least, but maybe she could hide it. Clearly, her panties were soaked through and she was entering dangerous territory with her pants. At last, Fern said "OK everyone, let's go take a potty break. I, for one, could certainly use one." Fucking finally, Shayla thought as another dribble escaped. She carefully stood up and braced herself for the long walk to the bathroom. Great planning, putting Yellowwater Cabin so far away from the bathroom, Shayla thought. As they walked towards the bathroom, Shayla walked quietly behind the others. She didn't want them to notice her occasional leg crossing or the way she wrapped her legs tightly with each stride. The other girls in the cabin talked to each other. Seemingly, they all knew each other quite well. However, the girl in front of her, what is her name? May? Mable? seemed to notice. She quietly asked "Shayla, are you OK?" "Just fine," Shayla countered. The girl looked over Shayla and offered "I'll let you go ahead of me if you want." Shayla blushed and politely smiled. "That's OK, you go ahead." Just then another girl distracted May, or Mable, from their conversation. We're only half way to the bathroom and I don't even know if I can make it. As pee crept into her panties, an idea crept into Shayla's mind. I have to take matters into my own hands here or else I'm going to be the first stormy cloud on the chart. That would make me the biggest baby in Yellowwater Cabin. With everyone else distracted in the hubbub of voices, Shayla quietly parted from the group. With her hand desperately pressed against the damp crotch of her pants, she moved swiftly through the woods. With no time to think, she tried to find a decent spot to pee in the woods. She finally approached a good spot, but it was too little, too late She heard it before she saw it. The agonizing roar of water flowing against the rocks. But when she did see it, her fight was over. What started as a small dribble rapidly evolved into a warm trickle, then into a continuous stream of pee impacting her panties. Oh no, shit, shit shit! She wrestled against her belt buckle, but it was no use. She was peeing. It's no use, I pissed my pants again. She gave in, letting a sigh of relief pass through her open lips as a wave of euphoric relief clouded her senses. She let the pee flow from her warm, saturated groin down her legs. Aaah, it's so much better now. Urine soaked her sandals and pooled beneath her, enveloping her thighs and legs in a blissful continuum of warmth. Yep, the first storm cloud on the chart for sure. Maybe that's OK. Edited May 6, 2020 by PeeStacy (see edit history) TheOwl, Keita123, Stanley79 and 13 others 14 2 Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted May 6, 2020 Share Posted May 6, 2020 I wonder what's next for Shayla will her time at camp grow better or worse? Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Stanley79 636 Posted May 8, 2020 Share Posted May 8, 2020 Nice concept and location. Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 10, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 10, 2020 (edited) Shayla continued to stand in disbelief as the audible hiss of pee hitting her clothes subsided. Her inner thighs, crotch, and legs were warm with urine. The puddle beneath her feet started to disappear into the permeable earth. I can't believe I wet myself again. She desperately thought of ways to hide her shameful accident, to avoid her fate of going on record as the first girl in Yellowwater Cabin to wet her panties. But it was an accident, it couldn't be helped! The first person she needed to convince of that was herself: If Fern hadn't gone on and on about our bedwetting issues and given me a chance to go, I wouldn't be here. Shayla willfully ignored the almost full liter of water she consumed throughout her time waiting in line and the earlier possibility of stepping into the nurses' office. This was inevitable. Anyone would have pissed themselves in this situation. Shayla knew that whoever was to blame, she needed a way to deal with this now. Thinking quickly, Shayla thumbed the buttons on her flannel shirt, took it off, and tied the sleeves together behind her back. This familiar tactic had saved her from numerous embarrassing glances in the past. This is my armor, Shayla thought. She didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since she ran into the woods, or where exactly her peers were. She only knew that she needed to hurry back to the cabin. She figured Fern would eventually start looking for her, but that was a problem for later. With the pee rapidly cooling on her soaking legs, Shayla bolted backwards along the path to the cabin. Gotta hurry, she thought. She needed to get back soon, grab herself a change of clothes, and figure out what to do with her wet ones. Fortunately, she knew, she was closer to the cabin than to the bathroom. That fact went from very distressing to very comforting quickly, she thought. As she passed by some other campers along the way, she slowed down and drew her flannel shirt forward to avoid suspicion. She blushed after hearing the squishy sounds of her waterlogged socks and shoes. As the others looked away, she continued her desperate sprint. When Shayla finally reached the cabin, she felt relieved that it was empty. She barged in, slamming the door open. After closing the door, she leaned against it for a few seconds to catch her breath. She then bolted to the back corner of the cabin and immediately began slipping her soggy shoes off. She fumbled trying to undo her belt, button, and zipper. The belt stuck slightly, slowing her down. If it hadn’t been the sounds of the river, that would have done me in. The smell of her pee competed with the disinfectant scent in the cabin. The skin-tight jeans Shayla wore revealed every curve of her slender legs, but also every little stream of the pee river that had just flowed down her thighs. They were sticking to her body, proving to be hard to get off. After laboriously peeling her jeans and socks off with one smooth motion, Shayla finally got a good look at her panties; they were extremely incriminating. The soft gray cotton clung to her private areas, forming a wet outline of her vulva. The pee had crept up on both the front and the back, creating a darker tone of gray. Oh shit, I really need to get moving, she thought. Shayla rapidly peeled off the pee-soaked panties and shoved them back inside of the wet jeans. She reached under her bag and practically tore into it to find what she needed. Shayla dug through the strategically placed wall of clothes to get into an opaque black plastic bag within. Well, didn’t think I would need this just yet. From that bag, Shayla pulled a box of wet wipes to clean herself. With great speed and intensity, she pulled two wipes out and began to thoroughly rub her legs and privates with the disinfectant. The wipes were cold to the touch, giving her goosebumps. But just when Shayla thought she would get away with it, her goosebumps intensified. Shit, shit shit! Shayla heard it all at once: the bubbly sound of Fern’s voice, the crunching bark chips beneath their feet, the low chatting of her fellow campers. Oh no, they’re going to notice for sure! With no time to lose, Shayla stuffed her wet stuff beneath her bed and reached for the first pair of underwear she could feel. The sound of footsteps grew closer and closer, until they were replaced by the noise of boots trotting on the wood above. Muffled voices grew more and more clear, and Shayla froze in place, like a deer in headlights. No no no no this cannot be happening! With only one foot through her fresh pair of panties, Shayla gulped in fear as the door swung open. In came Fern, who gasped and held out her hand, telling everyone else to stay outside. “Is Shayla in there?” May, or Mable asked. “Everyone, stay back a second.”, Fern replied. With everyone else outside, Fern carefully treaded into the room. Inevitably, a speechless hush overtook the room. The hubbub of girls’ voices just outside the door had quieted as well as they tried to listen. For a brief moment, it didn’t even register to Shayla that she had exposed herself to Fern. But after that half-second had passed, Shayla blushed and covered her crotch with her hands. “Shayla, pull your panties up and then we can talk, OK?” Fern had a gentle tone, which elicited a complex reaction of both relaxation and outright panic. This can’t be happening right now…” Shayla pulled her panties up and Fern sat next to her. “Is there something you need to tell me, Shayla?”, Fern asked tenderly. Tears began to well up in Shayla’s eyes. No sense in hiding from the truth now. “I… had a little bit of a…” She couldn’t get the words out. “I w…” Fern patiently listened. “My pants got… wet.”, Shayla finally squeaked out. Fern didn’t seem surprised, which caused Shayla to feel a pit in her stomach. “It’s OK, everyone has accidents sometimes. That’s why you’re here with your new friends. We understand that it happens to everyone.” My new friends. My new pals. Yeah, the kind of friends you invite over for a sleepover and do laundry with the next day. “You can tell me when you have an accident, it’s totally OK.” Shayla sat silently, on the verge of crying. “I know I’m a bedwetter and everything, I just thought I could hold it! I just didn’t think I would be the first one to have an accident.” Fern put her hand on Shayla’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, it’s normal.” She paused, as if thinking about something. “Do you know why I got assigned to this cabin?” Shayla was too overwhelmed to be genuinely intrigued. Fern answered her own question: “If you’re worried about being the first one to have an accident, you don’t have to worry anymore.” Shayla turned to Fern and met her gaze, wondering what she was getting at. Fern stood up. “OK, I’m probably not supposed to do this, but I’ve seen yours and now we can be even.” Fern then undid her own belt and slipped her shorts down. Shayla watched intently, wondering if her suspicions were coming true. The bottom of Fern’s underwear became visible, a darker color than the rest. Her panties were pretty and pink, with a red bow on the top. But at the bottom, they clung darkly to the shape of her vulva in an all-too familiar way. “I’ll put my sticker on first.” Shayla stared in disbelief. “W-when did that happen?” Maybe I’m not alone in my struggle here. Fern smiled. “We’ll just say it happened first, deal?” Shayla smiled, feeling reassured Edited May 11, 2020 by PeeStacy Decided to change up the order of events at the end. 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Night Rain 1,157 Posted May 11, 2020 Share Posted May 11, 2020 Things are going nicely though i wonder when we will learn more about Shayla's cabin mates. And actually see diapers come into play for the first time. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Stanley79 636 Posted May 11, 2020 Share Posted May 11, 2020 Good for Fern! Enjoying your story. Quote Link to comment
Bedwettingchik12 322 Posted May 12, 2020 Share Posted May 12, 2020 Aww I’m really enjoying this story!!0 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 13, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 13, 2020 (edited) Before letting everyone back in, Fern pulled a laundry basket from a closet in the corner of the room. “This basket is for wet stuff. You can put your pants and panties here,” Fern said matter-of-factly. She had taken her pants off, only wearing her wet panties. I like that she’s being direct with me now, Shayla thought. With the tears clearing from her eyes, Shayla moved her soaking pants, panties and socks to the basket. She looked at her shoes. “What should I do with these?” Fern smiled and said “Just give them to me. I’ll hose them off and let them dry outside.” Shayla nodded. “OK, I’m going to change now, don’t look!”, Fern said. That’s rich, coming from you. Shayla tried her best not to look, but couldn’t quite help herself. The cute, pink panties made their way towards Fern’s ankles, exposing her body. Fern looks really good, Shayla caught herself thinking before forcing her gaze elsewhere. Fern tossed her wet panties into the basket with Shayla’s, then slipped on another pair. They were lacy, black, and extremely provocative. Alas, they disappeared again under Fern’s shorts. All right, time to snap out of it. Shayla put a clean pair of jean shorts on as Fern placed the laundry basket back in the closet and closed the doors. Shayla smiled as she caught one last glimpse of Fern’s wet panties. As Shayla wiped the last standing tears away from her eyes and put on a smile, Fern opened the door and welcomed the other campers in. “All right everyone, come on in.” Fern smiled. “I know you all know each other pretty well, but Shayla here is new to Whitewater cabin. Why don’t you all introduce yourselves, starting with May. May, got it. May was a petit girl with beautiful, wavy hair. her pale skin smelled strongly of sunscreen. “Hi, my name is May. I’ve been coming to this camp for three years. I come here to enjoy the archery, canoeing, and swimming. I also love the fresh air, and it’s nice to have friends who know what I’m dealing with.” I guess it’s nice to be in good company. “It’s good to have you here, Shayla.” Fern smiled at May and nodded in the direction of the girl to her right. “My name is Willow”, she said in a soft, delicate voice. She sighed. “It’s hard to admit it sometimes, but I still have trouble holding it in at night. I got sent here and put in this cabin because I got the sheets wet at Emily’s house and her mom talked to my mom about it.” As she spoke, she gestured towards Emily, who introduced herself. “I’m Emily,” she said in a rich alto voice. “Willow and I became friends after I wet my pants in school. She comforted me about it and we have been close ever since.” Emily smiled. “I thought I was totally alone until I found her and all of you.” Next was Melody. In a shy voice she said “Hello everyone… I’m Melody. I like to knit and sew.” Melody was wearing a set of denim overalls, pink shoes, and pigtails in her hair. It occurred to Shayla that Melody might have sewed together her own clothes. They were cute, if not a little bit childish. She looked at the ground in quiet anticipation and picked her nails. After hearing from all of the other campers, Shayla felt the overwhelming sense that she didn’t quite belong. I’m not one of these babies. What happened to me couldn’t be helped. She thought that Fern was the only one among them with any dignity, even if she did have a little leak. She wanted to protest, to lash out, to leave. Well, here we go. Shayla grit her teeth and attempted to regain composure. “Hi everyone. It’s nice to meet you, and you’ve been really nice and all, but I don’t belong here.” May and Fern looked at her quizzically. “I’m not a bedwetter like all of you. Only like, a few times a week.” May looked at her sternly. “Well, then you belong here,” she said. “No I do not!” Fern interjected: “calm down, we are all here for a reason. I know this is stressful, but we are all in this together, and I think you know that.” Shayla huffed, wishing deep down that the earth would swallow her whole. “All right everyone, let’s go through the chart,” Fern proposed. She paused. “Oh, right, you’ve never done this, Shayla!” You’re damn right I’ve never done this! I can’t think of a more embarrassing way to spend time. Shayla mumbled something quietly. Fern ignored this and said “I’ll go first to show you.” Fern then began to recount the story which led to the wet panties in the basket. “I had a big day today with all of the other counselors. We were setting up camp and preparing for you all to arrive. I had to make sure to stay hydrated. I also had to lift a bunch of heavy stuff, and I lost track of time. Long story short, I didn’t go to the toilet when I should have and I tinkled in my panties a little bit. It’s no big deal, and everyone has accidents sometimes.” Well, that makes me feel a little bit better, Shayla thought. Fern reached into a Ziploc bag attached to the wall and pulled out a rainbow sticker. She put it in her daytime column for that day. “Who’s next?” Fern asked. May raised her hand. “I knew that I needed to pee, and I didn’t want to have an accident so I got in line at the nurse’s office. It was a pretty long line but I made it to the end and I came out completely dry.” May smiled. Well, she doesn’t really seem to be rubbing it in at least, Shayla thought. “Very nice job, May!”, Fern said. You get a sunshine sticker for remembering to use the toilet on time. Fern gleefully placed a sunshine sticker in May’s spot. Willow went next. “I figured I would have a hard time today with the long line to get into this place. I knew that I would be standing around a lot and waiting. Sometimes I can’t help it and I leak into my panties a little bit. Today, I wore my pee pad and it absorbed everything. I didn’t get my pants wet, and I didn’t lose control very much, so I think I should get a rainbow sticker. Everyone has accidents sometimes.” Fern replied “Very good using protection, Willow. Can we all agree that Willow gets a rainbow sticker?” Everyone nodded, except Shayla. Seems like cheating to me. Fern placed a rainbow sticker in Willow’s spot. This is so patronizing. How is everyone going along with this? “Melody, you’ve been quiet today. You have something to say?” Melody looked at the ground solemnly. After a moment of silence, she said only “I peed.” Fern got down on one knee and looked Melody in the eye. “What happened, exactly?” Melody stiffened up. This must be what I looked like just a minute ago. “I didn’t mean to…” she trailed off, then continued. “I got distracted while I was playing a game with my friend and suddenly… I leaked” In a hushed voice, Fern asked “It’s OK. Do you need to change?” Melody replied, practically in a whimper, “I don’t know”. Fern then asked the unbelievable: “Can I check for you?” Melody nodded her head slowly. Is this really happening? Shayla asked herself. Melody began unbuttoning the top straps of her overalls, then slipping them off, revealing a cute pink shirt with flowers and butterflies. No one else seemed surprised when Melody slowly pulled her overalls down to reveal her purple GoodNite. It bulged outwardly at her crotch, practically bursting with wetness. Within the saturated padding of Melody’s diaper, the wetness-indicating flowers had long faded. Shayla couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, since she recognized the sight often when she woke up. “Oh Melody, you could have told me earlier!” The GoodNite was clearly swollen with pee. Melody blushed and apologized: “I’m sorry. I just started leaking and…. I couldn’t stop!” Fern reached out and felt the pullup with her hand. She gently said “It’s OK, Melody, everyone has accidents sometimes. I’m glad you were wearing this, otherwise your pretty overalls would have gotten all wet!” Melody chuckled and smiled. “You think they’re pretty?” Fern smiled back. “Yes, they’re very pretty. I’ll change you after we finish up here.” Did she really just offer to change an 18-year-old girl’s soaking diaper? Fern peeled back some adhesive and attached a cloud sticker to Melody’s chart. It was Emily’s turn to speak. She kept it brief, saying only “I’m super proud of myself. I didn’t drink as many soft drinks and water today and I went to the bathroom a few times. Kept this underwear bone dry!” She pointed at her crotch. Now that’s showing off, but for all I know she could be wearing a huge diaper down there. Shayla didn’t volunteer to share, so Fern called her out instead. “Shayla, I think you have something to share with us all.” Shayla forced herself to look up, then began to recount her story. “So while we were getting our things put in the cabin, I really needed to go pee. It took longer than I thought and… I didn’t use the bathroom when I could have.” It felt shockingly good to confess in front of her new cabin mates as they patiently listened. “When you were all going to the bathroom, I snuck off into the woods. But I heard the river and it caused me to lose it.” I can’t believe I’m saying this. “I ended up… wetting myself in the woods. I snuck back here to change my clothes.” Everyone nodded in anticipation, as if they were waiting for something. “It doesn’t happen very much, I just really needed to go.” She blushed and looked at the ground again, feeling defeated. What more do they want from me? Fern spoke up again, in her cheerful and gentle voice: “I want you to repeat after me.” I bet I know what she’s going to have me say. “Everyone has accidents.” Shayla forced herself to look up at everyone. “Everyone has accidents.” Fern patted her on the back and everyone looked content, about to continue with their first day at camp. Fern stuck two storm clouds in Shayla’s place, which made her blush even more. “OK everyone, done sharing?” They collectively nodded. “Good. Thanks everyone. Melody, I’ll change you now.” Here is the wetting chart so far: Edited May 13, 2020 by PeeStacy changed the chart and moved things (see edit history) DaddyRich, Kitty Angel, AliasnameTO and 6 others 9 Quote Link to comment
Navigs 6 Posted May 13, 2020 Share Posted May 13, 2020 I like the little subtext in the bottom right, haha. Enjoying the story so far, especially with Shayla as a fish-out-of-water but totally belongs here. maxiipaddd 1 Quote Link to comment
Stanley79 636 Posted May 14, 2020 Share Posted May 14, 2020 Shayla's experience reminds me of my many when i was telling myself i'd recovered from surgery and didn't need pullups anymore. Eventually, i'd had enough such incedents, I gave into wearing 24/7. Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted May 14, 2020 Share Posted May 14, 2020 Always liked shy characters in stories so, Im sure to like Melody it was also. Nice to meet the others as well. Quote Link to comment
Dave Jackman 333 Posted May 14, 2020 Share Posted May 14, 2020 Enjoying the story so far. I really like that you actually made the chart. Quote Link to comment
Guest Skyde Posted May 14, 2020 Share Posted May 14, 2020 Love the story, Shayla seems like a bit of a b*tch haha but I only think that coz the story is so immersive and amazing to read, can't wait for more! Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 14, 2020 Author Share Posted May 14, 2020 Glad everyone is liking the story so far, I'll have to keep writing more chapters. 5 hours ago, Skyde said: Love the story, Shayla seems like a bit of a b*tch haha but I only think that coz the story is so immersive and amazing to read, can't wait for more! The story definitely wouldn't be as interesting without some flawed characters. Reeve 1 Quote Link to comment
YellowPengu 44 Posted May 16, 2020 Share Posted May 16, 2020 I appreciate the comic sans Quote Link to comment
Kitty Angel 213 Posted May 16, 2020 Share Posted May 16, 2020 Nice story 🙂 Look forward to seeing more. I think I would have made the diaper symbol on the chart a white fluffy cloud. If someone who isn't in the cabin happens to see it, it doesn't immediately give away what the chart is for. In Shayla's place, I might have decided to wash my jeans in the river before returning to the cabin. "I went into the woods because the queues at the bathroom were too long. But I tripped on a branch and fell in the water." Could be a little less embarrassing than admitting she had an accident. (Assuming there's a bit at the edge of the river where it's shallow enough to be safe) Quote Link to comment
Dynamic 133 Posted May 17, 2020 Share Posted May 17, 2020 That felt a little like an AA meeting or something. Interesting story so far. Quote Link to comment
YuriChaosLord 201 Posted May 17, 2020 Share Posted May 17, 2020 I wish Shayla would have only storm clouds. Quote Link to comment
LetsBeCandid 25 Posted May 17, 2020 Share Posted May 17, 2020 I'm excited to see the results of a night in whitewater cabin. Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 23, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 23, 2020 After everyone was changed and ready to head out, the girls passed the time by playing games and getting to know each other. Since this was the first day, there weren’t any events planned until dinner. Willow and Emily were playing catch with a frisbee and Melody was bouncing a blue ball against the side of an old brick building. Shayla was sitting off to the side of the cabin, wondering how exactly she had got herself into this situation. I could have hidden my accident, if I tried harder. But part of her would have felt guilty about lying about what happened. Fern, who had been gone for a few minutes, walked in from the distance. Shayla watched as she asked to join Melody in playing her game. She couldn’t hear them exactly, but Shayla watched the bouncing ball for a few minutes before deciding to take a walk on her own to reflect on things. As she turned her back and wandered into the beaten path through the woods, Shayla heard a voice from behind her. “Shayla! Where are you going?” Shayla turned around to find May behind her. “Nowhere in particular,” she responded. “Can I come with?” May asked. Shayla thought for a moment and looked into May’s eyes. She was very pretty, Shayla thought. “Sure,” she said. Shayla and May walked in silence through the various parts of the camp for a while, feeling relaxed in the dimming evening light. “Hey May, can I ask you a question?” Shayla said. “Sure.” “What’s the deal with the chart and making us go over our accidents and stuff today?” May thought for a moment. “I guess you’re new here. Usually those are much faster and less detailed, but sometimes Fern wants to hear how everyone is doing.” She paused. “She didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed or anything, just to show you that others are in the same boat as you.” “What if I really don’t want to be in this boat in the first place? Why is it such a big deal?” “You think anyone is there on purpose?” May smirked suggestively. “Well, maybe someone there is. Wouldn’t that be interesting?” What does May mean by that, exactly?, Shayla asked herself. But, she didn’t press any further. Eventually, the girls circled back around and reunited with their group for dinner. Fern gathered the campers up in a circle outside. “OK everyone, ready to go to dinner?” They all nodded. “Remember not to drink too much water before bed time.” Ah yes, I’ve heard that one before. The group walked to the entrance of the massive dining hall. One-by-one, they filed into the rustic, roomy cafeteria. Already, several tables were full with people chatting by empty plates, waiting for dinner to be served. Their glasses were full of water. Whitewater cabin took their seats at their designated table. Shayla noticed that the glasses were empty. Well, I guess that makes sense. And at least it’s a more subtle reminder than earlier. Fern sat at the head of table, next to May and Melody. Willow and Emily sat in the middle, and Shayla on the other end. They all got settled in. Willow, May, and Emily started talking about archery and other activities they were looking forward to. Shayla didn’t feel like talking, so she patiently waited for food. Melody was also quiet, sitting impatiently at the table. She moved back and forth in her chair sometimes. She got Fern’s attention and quietly said “Fern, I gotta go potty soon.” Oh no, Shayla thought, here come the waterworks. Now listening intently to their conversation, Shayla heard Fern reply “How come you didn’t say so before?” Melody said back “I didn’t have to go then!” “Just wait until dinner is served. Then you can excuse yourself. “But—” Fern interrupted. “Just a few more minutes.” Melody continued to hold herself as the carts of food gradually made their way through the tables. With an increasing look of impatience, she bobbed in her seat. Shayla couldn’t look away. Identical bowls of steaming hot spaghetti were handed out to the head of each table, along with some serving forks and rolls on a separate plate. Unfortunately, whitewater cabin was situated in the back of the dining hall, at the end of the line. Melody rocked in her seat, surely whimpering at having to wait too long. Her face appeared strained as the bowl of spaghetti was passed from camper to camper. Melody struggled to load food onto her own plate, but managed to do it quickly. Any second now, Shayla thought. I know that look all too well. Although Shayla had been drawn to Melody’s visible plight, she took a quick glance around the table. Just across the table from Melody, May was also watching with a close eye. They briefly made eye contact, then turned away. Food was being slowly passed from person to person, drawing Melody into further visible discomfort. She seemed to be tapping her feet on the floor as the serving plate made its way back to Fern. Coyly, May asked Fern “Can I please have a glass of water?” Fern said “You sure?”, to which May replied “I’m sure.” Fern rose from her seat to grab a glass of water from a neighboring table. May held her glass out as Fern poured the water until the glass was full. Melody looked away in discomfort as she rocked in her seat. Suddenly, Melody’s face changed from stained to worried. Oh no, it’s starting for her. The worry seemed to grow as Melody looked down into her lap. Biting her lip, Melody looked around the room. By now, the serving dish had made it back to Fern. “Melody, do you still need to use the bathroom?” “Ummm…” Melody looked at the floor. “Never mind.” From what Shayla could tell, Melody hadn’t made a mess at the table. She just sat quietly and began to eat her dinner along with the rest of them. May sat contently, slowly sipping her water before spreading butter on a roll. Since everyone was hungry, dinner proceeded like a rapid feeding frenzy of hungry piranhas. Shayla wolfed down her food along with two glasses of water begrudgingly poured by Fern. It will be OK, I don’t even wake up wet the majority of the time (this was technically true). As their meal eventually wrapped up, the girls placed their dishes in the designated bins and exited the building. On the way back to the cabin, Fern discreetly handed something to Melody and Melody made a bee line towards the bathrooms, waddling slightly. Shayla and May both tried to get a good look at her overalls, but couldn’t see very well in the fading light. As the sun began to set in the orange horizon, everyone began to wind down. At around eight in the evening, the entire camp gathered around a large bonfire. They sung some songs, stared into the flames, and held hands. Shayla happened to hold May’s hand, who seemed to squeeze Shayla tightly at times. After that, the girls returned to their cabin to get ready for bed. “OK everyone,” Fern said, “Get your toothbrushes and flashlights. You can change when we get back!” Shayla rifled through her bag in the dark cabin, blushing as her hand brushed against a fresh diaper. This is what awaits when I get back, she thought. Eventually, she found her flash light, which she used to find her toothbrush. Six wandering rays of light guided the troop as they sleepily shuffled towards the bathroom. As they approached, Fern gently advised “I want everyone to use the bathroom, or at least try!”. As they filed in, they came across another group just finishing up. Toilets flushed, and other girls exited, washed their hands, and left the building in silence. Melody, Emily, and Willow took the first open stalls while Shayla, May, and Fern began to brush their teeth. Partially gargling her toothpaste, Fern asked “So Shayla, how did you like your first day in this cabin?” Feeling sleepy, Shayla replied “It was good I guess.” She then began slowly brushing her teeth. May listened, then joined them in brushing their teeth. She spit her toothpaste out, then leaned against the sink and faced the stalls. Willow and Emily finished up, flushed and gathered by the mirrors. Willow tossed something in the trash. Probably something wet, Shayla thought before heading into a stall herself. She wasn’t desperate to pee or anything, but she did have to relieve herself. Shayla pulled her pants and panties down and let go. Pee hissed out of her, and she felt great relief. But as she was peeing, she noticed something strange. As Melody left her stall, Fern and May both walked towards the vacant toilets. Fern went inside, and shut the door before Shayla heard her jingling belt. May, on the other hand, stood outside of Melody’s stall and simply waited, not using the bathroom at all. After Fern flushed and exited the stall to wash her hands, she asked the group “Did everyone get a chance to go?” May was the first to reply: “Yes”. Everyone else replied: “Yeah, yep, I did!”. Fern turned to Shayla. “How about you, Shayla?” Shayla replied “Yes I did.” May and Shayla met eyes again, allowing Shayla to recognize a familiar conspicuous smile across May’s face. Again, the troop wandered in the direction of their cabin, guided by narrow and piercing rays of their lights. When they got inside, Fern suggested something to the group: “OK everyone, time to get changed for bed. If anyone needs help with their protection, let me know.” How can she be so matter-of-fact about that? Melody and Willow approached Fern. “I need some help,” Melody shyly said. “I do too!” Willow added. Fern smiled gently. “I’ll do Melody first. Willow, I’ll get to you in a minute.” Melody exclaimed “yay!” before reaching into her bag. As she reached in, Shayla looked at the enormous, fluffy diaper that Melody pulled out. It was plain white in color, with the exception of a blue stripe up the front. Four heavy-duty tabs were on the sides to keep it secure. Shayla looked around; the other girls were getting their own clothes and diapers from their bags, generally not paying attention to each other. Willow readied her own tabbed diaper, then stripped her pants and panties before lying on the bed. Meanwhile, Melody peeled her overalls off to reveal the Goodnite below. She then removed that too and set it on the bed. Fern picked it up and looked inside. “Good job Melody, this is almost totally dry!” Almost. That’s a nice way to say that. Melody seemed to take the compliment in stride though, and she smiled before spreading her legs on her bed. “You’re doing so well, Melody,” Fern said with genuine kindness. Fern fetched a wipe from her own bag, cleaned Melody’s “almost totally dry” crotch, and put the diaper on her. Melody sat up and thanked Fern, who then repeated the process with Willow. Shayla herself changed into a pullup and slipped her pajamas over it. Ah, the padding really does feel safe, she found herself thinking. Well, I probably won’t need it tonight anyways. Shayla tried to stop herself, but she kept thinking about it. It’s so snug and the pattern is really cute. As everyone settled in and situated themselves in their sleeping bags, a settling hush dominated the warm cabin. Shayla was exhausted from the day’s events and fell into a deep sleep quickly. Her entire world was the cozy cocoon of her sleeping bag, zipped up to her neck. Her pullup felt warm on her skin, softly crinkling as she gently shifted and got comfortable. As Shayla’s consciousness faded, she drifted into a dream. She found herself in the passenger seat of her mother’s minivan, but with May at the wheel. Shayla felt content, watching the world go by through the windows. She relaxed and reclined in the cozy seat, lazily gazing as a straight road stretched ahead. She felt a strong need to pee, but wasn’t altogether concerned about relieving herself. She turned to her mother in the driver’s seat and asked her “Hey, when is the nearest rest stop?” May replied: “We just passed one, honey. Maybe in another half hour. Why didn’t you ask before?” “I didn’t have to go then.” “Well, you’ll just have to wait a while.” Shayla tried to relax, but the pressure continued to build faster and faster. Time seemed to fly by in a haze, and her discomfort grew by the second. “May, I really have to go!” May smirked. “I’m afraid the rest stop won’t be for another hour.” “But you said half an hour!” “Did I?” Shayla wasn’t sure now. “But it’s an emergency, I’m going to have an accident if I don’t go soon.” May looked back at Shayla with a piercing gaze. “Then have one. Wouldn’t it feel nice to just go in your pants?” “But I can’t just wet myself!” “Why not? Wouldn’t it feel amazing to just let go? To just feel the warmth spreading around you, to feel that heat pool up in your seat, to soak your panties? Just let go, it’s OK.” Shayla wanted badly to relax and continue looking out the window, to watch the world go by. “It’s going to be just fine. We can change our pants at the next stop.” “We?” Just as Shayla asked that question, she heard the unmistakable soft hissing of pee soaking fabric in the seat next to hers. She stared at May’s crotch for a moment, watching the flood trickle out into the seat below. “Ah, that feels so good,” May said in a seductive voice. She put her hand on her crotch and rubbed her urine-soaked front. “You should join me.” Having lost all control, Shayla began to urinate uncontrollably in her pants. She heard the hissing sound below her own body and felt the urine soaking in. She felt herself throbbing down there, and she yearned to touch herself. But in the midst of her blissful wetting, she noticed that the flow wasn’t spreading out like she had seen in May. She felt the warmth on her butt and on her labia, but nowhere else. That’s when she realized it. The plastic crinkling. The saturated pad between her legs, absorbing a seemingly endless stream of fluid. “Oh no, no no no!”, she exclaimed. May replied only “It’s done.” In disbelief, Shayla began to unzip her jeans before suddenly being interrupted. At six in the morning, the blaring electronic alarm of the cabin sounded. Shayla awoke rapidly, panicking at the familiar feeling of cold wetness in the sleeping bag beneath her. Putting a hand down her PJ’s, she reluctantly examined the damage. Her little pullup had leaked everywhere, leaving Shayla in a soggy sleeping bag and a saturated diaper. Oh no, I can’t believe I pissed myself again! Not knowing what to do, she waited for someone to say something. The other girls in the cabin groggily stirred in their beds. Shayla felt the areas of her damp body. Urine had crept up the back of her shirt and thoroughly soaked her behind. My pullup is completely soaked, it leaked everywhere! This is just like that time at school. Fern was the fastest to rise from her bed. “OK everyone.” A collective groan overtook the cabin. “Let’s go! I need to know who is wet, then we can all take a shower together.” A shower sounds amazing right about now. Melody was the first to speak up: “I…peed.” Chipper as ever, Fern replied: “Dry sheets?” “Yep!” Next was May: “I’m wet,” she said. Damn, I wonder if she intended the double meaning. “OK! Dry sheets?” “Umm, I need new sheets. I forgot to put on my night time underwear.” I really doubt you forgot that. “May, we’ll talk about this later, OK. You need to remember next time.” “I’m sorry.” May said. Willow and Emily giggled. “Is that everyone who is wet?” Fern asked. “Not…quite.” Shayla said, shakily. “Do you need new sheets?” “Ummm… yes.” “That’s fine, Shayla. At least you wore your protection. Willow, Emily, how are you guys?” “Well, I tinkled a little bit, but it’s fine.” Willow said. Tinkled. I wish I had just “tinkled” a little bit. Wait, what am I saying? I should be dry in the morning! Emily was last, saying “I’m dry!” Fern said “Good job, Emily! Everyone gradually arose from their bunks. In the pale morning light, Shayla and May exchanged looks as they changed out of their soaking wet pajamas. More like peejamas. May gave Shayla a little smirk as she peeled off her pair of urine-soaked panties. Fern walked over and updated the chart. AliasnameTO, wetwulf7, TheOwl and 4 others 5 2 Quote Link to comment
Stanley79 636 Posted May 23, 2020 Share Posted May 23, 2020 Hmmm. A couple new elements in the situation. Quote Link to comment
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