Stanley79 636 Posted April 16, 2021 Share Posted April 16, 2021 Ghost town with a mystery church -- good combination! Relatable for areas in California through British Columbia once having mining and timber towns reached only by railroad. Looking forward to more. Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted April 25, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2021 Here is another chapter. If you're just reading for the wetting and diapers, you can skip this one if you want! May and Shayla walked around outside for a few minutes, searching for the elusive clue. After maybe ten minutes of doubt and confusion, they looked at each other for reassurance. May broke the silence: “Maybe there is something inside of the church?” Reluctantly, Shayla agreed. It was, after all, the only place they had time to look. They still had to walk a ways back to the junction, then to the boat, then take it all the way back to camp. Perhaps there would be something important inside of the church. The girls walked briskly to the front door. As they approached, Shayla felt dwarfed and a little intimidated by the magnitude of the large, wooden door. Hung a bit improperly on its jamb, it took both Shayla and May to heave the door open. A small cloud of dust crept out from the lower edges of the door, scattering below their feet as if from an invisible hand engaged in some esoteric ritual. The girls hesitantly stepped inside. May rustled through her backpack and retrieved a flashlight. She clicked it on, causing its yellow cone of light to emanate weakly into the pews of velvety blackness. Shayla was glad for the dark, for her visible unease was concealed effectively. The girls looked around, not seeing a whole lot. The place seemed oddly dark, despite the large, vacant window frames. Some amount of natural light entered, but it seemed infinitely brighter outside than in. Shayla wanted to get out as soon as possible. “Let’s look over by the altar.” May suggested. Shayla complied, sticking close to the bearer of the only source of light within this place. They approached the altar, which bore purple flags with the same symbol as on the front of the church. More of the strange, radial writing could be seen on various surfaces, reminding Shayla of the time a golf ball had damaged her father’s windshield. On the altar were several books. May opened the top one up, letting out a cloud of dust and a subtle scent of mildew. More of the writing lay inside, but this one had some pictures. There were pictures of farmers tilling fields, a group of people standing in front of the church, and an illustration of a woman praying to the clouds, some of them bearing the crossed d symbol. “What do you think it all means?” Asked Shayla. “I haven’t the faintest idea. Maybe we should look through another book—” May started “—Wait, what’s this?” Shayla interrupted, pointing at an unusual picture. The picture was of a pair of women’s underwear, surprisingly modern-looking despite the age of the book. Pictured next to them was a glass of water and some kind of rod or cane. “Looks like some kind of underwear,” said May, dumbfounded. She illuminated the pages with her dull flashlight. The underwear were drawn several more times, appearing wet in some of the images. “Looks like your panties, Shayla!” May giggled, amused. Shayla blushed. “Let’s keep looking in the other books.” Shayla suggested dryly. The girls each picked up a small stack of books, thumbing through them. It took less than three minutes for May to find an important volume. In addition to the cryptic religious writing were English words saying Church of the Ascendent Waters Memorial Plot underneath the radial text. Shayla opened the book and found a hand-drawn table with many names scribbled out and smudged over the years. Do they reuse the plots or something? Shayla asked herself. The first page seemed to be a table, with the numbers starting at zero. From the top, the rows and columns counting up from there. “Maybe that’s what the clue means!” May said excitedly. Great, we can get the hell out of her soon. “Yeah, I hope that’s it.” Shayla went to the second column and the zeroth row. Oddly, the rows and columns were numbered from the bottom left corner and went up and to the left. Numbers were expressed in some form of tally mark which looked very crowded after the tenth row. In the place on the table was some English text reading “R.P.N. Plummett”. Shayla licked her finger and rapidly flicked to the next page. Scanning the dusty page, Shayla found R.P.N. Plummett in the scattered plots towards the corner of the map. “I think it’s over by the cherry trees.” Shayla said, wanting to leave before wetting her panties with fear. Absorbent panties. Shayla thought, tempted to check herself for wetness. The girls rushed out, relatively sure of their upcoming destination. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, May also wanted to leave the creepy church. They moved outside, then heaved with all of their weight to close the door, as if to seal the secrets of a forbidden place forever. The girls walked over to the patch of cherry trees and didn’t look long before locating the grave of R.P.N. Plummett. Sure enough, a small piece of laminated paper was on the ground. May picked it up excitedly, showing Shayla its words under the fading sunlight. Congratulations, you found the last clue! Keep this number secret: 4447 “Well, that’s a little anticlimactic.” said Stacy. “Guess we should head back.” “Oooh, I know. The beach is this way. We can walk on the beach back!” May said, excitedly. “Cool.” said Shayla, beginning to feel tired, yet creeped out. The unusual grave in the middle of nowhere was starting to get to her, and she found herself in a state of hyperarousal bordering on overt fear. The girls headed through the woods and for the shore. Although she wasn’t about to express it now, Shayla also held a deep sense of curiosity about the mysterious church, the book, and the strange nature of the town. TheOwl, throwawayname, OmoNeon and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted April 25, 2021 Share Posted April 25, 2021 At some point Shayla will need to revisit the town and the church to find out more clues from the books there. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted April 25, 2021 Share Posted April 25, 2021 Great chapter! Can't wait for the next one :) Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
trekkie 1,098 Posted April 25, 2021 Share Posted April 25, 2021 This is getting so mysterious! I’m looking forward to seeing more of the lore of this whole place as much as the next wetting. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing her get the pee scared out of her next time she encounters something creepifying. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted April 25, 2021 Share Posted April 25, 2021 Interesting I was not expecting this to head into mystery/thriller territory Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
theyellowsafe 57 Posted April 26, 2021 Share Posted April 26, 2021 Great chapter! I'm very interested to see if this church comes up again later on. You did a great job with making this spooky/creepy, by the way. The way you described the writing, in particular. Excited to see what happens at the end of this scavenger hunt! Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 8, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 8, 2021 (edited) another chapter~ Thanks so much to my readers, you guys are the ones who make it worth doing. Her mind racing, Shayla eagerly kept up with May as they quickly walked along the shore of the beach. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Asked Shayla. “Yeah, it’s right over here.” Replied May. Soon enough, the girls eyed their boat on the slowly darkening shore. It was bobbing gently in the water, but remained firmly affixed to its post. The girls eagerly boarded the boat and put on their life vests, rushing to get back and hopefully claim their prize. “Most of the teams don’t even find all of the clues.” May added. “We have a chance at being the first!” Shayla pushed off from the post. They began drifting gently into the lake. “How are we going to find where to go?” Shayla asked nervously. She had never been out on a boat this late, even during her other stays at this camp. I really hope we can find our way. Shayla thought, less concerned about winning the contest and more focused on putting distance between herself and the church. May reassured Shayla: “Around this time of night, they turn a light on at the docks.” Sure enough, the girls noticed a yellow light glowing above a darkened, rectangular structure. To Shayla, every such dark shape seemed large and looming. They reminded her of the creepy church. I’m relieved to see that light, at least. For a few long minutes, May breathed heavily and rapidly rowed the boat forward through the darkening lake. When they were almost back at the dock, Shayla though she heard the characteristic hissssssssssssssssssssss in conjunction with the splashing waves of the rowing. How often does this girl pee, anyway? Shayla thought to herself. Then again, I could be mistaken. As Shayla and May finally docked their boat and got out, Shayla looked at where May was sitting. Indeed, there was a small puddle, but most of the boat was also fairly damp, since water had splashed into it at various times. May smiled at Shayla, as if she had noticed where her gaze had wandered. Her pants were completely soaked, especially on her butt and crotch. Shayla decided to forget the matter for now. The girls rapidly tied up the rowboat and hung their lifejackets up. May sloppily tossed the oars into the bottom of the boat. “We’re almost there!” Booking into a run, the girls headed back to the center of camp. Running along the narrow trails, Shayla nearly tripped on several occasions and wished there were time to retrieve a flashlight from May’s backpack. Occasional wayward drops of pee scattered from below May as she ran. With only their goal on their minds, the girls failed to notice a flashlight glowing from someone travelling much slower. A familiar voice called out above their frantic footsteps: “May and Shayla?” Fern asked, shining the flashlight in their general direction. She was still with Melody, who was practically clinging to her arm in the darkness. “Yeah?” Shayla asked, blinded as the flashlight accidentally shone into her eyes. “Did you guys find all of the clues?” Fern asked, chipper as usual, before lowering her flashlight. She must have lowered her flashlight. As she did so, Fern plainly revealed the soaking, dark patch between May’s legs. Shayla reflexively looked in that direction before a brief, awkward silence instilled. “Uh oh,” said Melody. “Did you have an accident?” She asked. It was a genuine question, devoid of even an inkling of mockery or derision. May sighed in a way that bordered on moaning. “Yeah, I couldn’t hold it anymore…” She said, her voice trailing. “May, you know that it’s OK to pee in the woods, right?” Fern asked warmly. “Yeah, I just… didn’t.” May replied. Looking at her face, Shayla detected not a smile, but perhaps the promise of one. “How come?” Fern asked, seeming just a bit more serious. “I didn’t find a good place to go pee.” May added. “May, not to judge or anything, but I think you could have found somewhere to go.” Fern said, in the closest thing to a stern voice Shayla had heard. Shayla found herself agreeing with Fern’s general point, but found herself antsy to turn in the clues. “And Shayla, did you remind May to go pee when she needed to?” Since when was that my problem? Shayla thought. “I didn’t know I was supposed to.” Shayla said. “You girls are supposed to watch out for each other. If you notice the other needs to go pee, you should both find somewhere to go.” This is bullshit. It’s not my fault May decided to piss herself instead of going in the trees. Shayla thought. Before Shayla could refute Fern’s demands, May spoke up. “It was my fault. I didn’t let Shayla know that I needed to pee and I waited until it was too late. I was embarrassed because Shayla was holding herself so well.” Shayla blushed. She didn’t usually get complimented on her ability to hold it. “Shayla, is this true? Did you manage to hold it?” Fern asked. Eager to chip in and offer encouragement, Melody added “Yeah, are your big girl panties nice and dry?” She smiled. “Actually…” Shayla paused, in slight disbelief, “They are.” “Good job then, Shayla.” Fern commented. “But we’ll have to see if it’s true. For all I know, you could have had an accident.” What? But we have to get the clues turned in! Shayla thought. “Ummm, Fern, can we do it later?” Shayla pleaded. “We have all of the clues and we have to turn them in.” “Not now, Shayla. I’m not letting May turn the clues in with wet pants and I need to check to make sure you’re all dry.” This is so embarrassing. Shayla thought. But I have to get the clues turned in now! “Can’t you just check me here?” Shayla asked. At least there isn’t anyone around… After all of the hoops she was having to jump through, Shayla had her heart set on winning the prize, no matter the phenomenal cost to her pride. She would show up in the center of the camp, pullup fully visible, if required. “Well… I guess we can check you here.” Fern said. “Everyone, look away.” Melody and Shayla turned their backs, as instructed. Shayla blushed with overwhelming embarrassment, frantically searching for anyone who might see her humiliating predicament. This won’t last forever. It’ll be over pretty quick. In the harsh glare of the flashlight, Fern pulled Shayla’s pink shorts down slightly, completely exposing Shayla’s pullup. “It looks dry from the outside.” Fern said, staring at the wetness indicator. “I’ll have to take a closer look.” Fern pulled the front of Shayla’s pullup away from her skin, revealing her trimmed pubic hair. As the light shone on her sensitive regions, Shayla flushed with embarrassment and, annoyingly, arousal. “Just a few little dribbles.” Fern said in a beaming voice. “Such a good job!” Shayla pulled her pants back up, smiling. “Good job, Shayla!” said Melody. Ugh, I guess that’s what passes for praise around here. It does feel good to achieve something, though. Shayla thought, trying to use triumph to distract from pure humiliation. “So, can I go turn in the clues yet?” Shayla asked. At this point, the fact that her flowery pullup diaper was still visibly poking from her waistband was in the very back of her mind. Shayla wanted nothing more than to turn in the clues. Reluctantly, Fern agreed. “All right, go turn in the clues. You don’t need to change just yet. When you’re done, meet us in front of the dining hall.” Yes! Thought Shayla. May handed her the backpack and Shayla took off. Fern, May, and Melody continued towards Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla ran and ran, only stopping for brief spells to catch her breath. She had survived a few near-accidents and an embarrassing diaper check, but she was at least going to win the prize. Nearly tripping over stray branches and pinecones, Shayla booked it to the center of the camp. The next thing she saw truly made her heart drop. She spotted two girls, giggling and walking towards the lamp on the picnic table: the picnic table where they were supposed to turn in the clues. Her heart dropped even further than she thought possible when Shayla recognized their giggles and voices: it was Emily and Willow. Edited May 8, 2021 by BedwetterStacy (see edit history) Redboi, MM2000, TheOwl and 12 others 15 Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted May 8, 2021 Share Posted May 8, 2021 Nice diaper check for Shayla, but now the mean girls are here. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted May 8, 2021 Share Posted May 8, 2021 Conflict ensues! Nice chapter! Thanks for your great work Spoiler Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
theyellowsafe 57 Posted May 10, 2021 Share Posted May 10, 2021 Ooh, another great chapter. I really loved May's weak excuses for Fern and the way Fern checked Shayla's diaper. Love the little bit of a cliffhanger there. Curious to see what happens at the picnic table, especially with Shayla's diaper sticking out of her waistband. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 11, 2021 Author Share Posted May 11, 2021 4 hours ago, JuliusSlouchy said: I like this part. Shayla's diaper check was cute. I just love embarassment 😅. Could you make her finally wet herself, please? I know that others are interested in other characters, but my fetish is weird - I usually getting intro one character, and other ones just won't turn me on. So could you make her have an accident, please? You'll have to be patient; this story isn't just for you! 😠 Bedwettingchik12 and theyellowsafe 2 Quote Link to comment
YuriChaosLord 201 Posted May 11, 2021 Share Posted May 11, 2021 5 hours ago, BedwetterStacy said: You'll have to be patient; this story isn't just for you! 😠 I know and I'm sorry. Big Girl Stacy and Stanley79 1 1 Quote Link to comment
throwawayname 16 Posted May 15, 2021 Share Posted May 15, 2021 Nice to see this being continued and great work as usual, Stacy! I hope Shayla can get her clues turned in before Emily and Willow... those meanies... Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 21, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 21, 2021 words for ya to read Fuming with rage and disappointed beyond reason, Shayla approached Willow and Emily as they advanced towards the center. As Shayla got closer, Willow noticed her and turned around. At the picnic table was a puzzled-looking female counselor, presumably there to pick up the “Hi Shayla.” said Willow, looking to Emily. “Ohhh, so that’s what that crinkling noise was.” Emily replied smugly. “I could hear it from a mile away.” “Nice one.” said Willow. Shayla couldn’t help but blush, reflexively pulling her shirt further down in a vain attempt to conceal her waistband. “I’m only in this because of you!” sneered Shayla. “And you wet yourself today, too!” Emily, obviously a bit hurt by Shayla’s reminder, said “Well, at least I’m not in pamps day and night.” she paused and then added “And I won the scavenger hunt.” Shayla could do nothing but stand there and watch as Willow dug into her backpack and retrieved their clues. She read a number to the counselor sitting at the table. The counselor checked a clipboard she had on the table, then said “Congratulations! Your team is the first!” Shayla was prepared to cry. And to pee. Not going to do that yet, Shayla thought. She felt the need to go, but it wasn’t urgent yet. “Enjoy second place, big girl.” Emily said sarcastically, patting Shayla on the back and walking away. Shayla approached the counselor, at the brink of tears and thankfully concealed by darkness. “I-is there a second place?” Shayla stammered. “Can I see your clues?” The counselor asked cheerfully. Shayla dug up the small pieces of paper from the backpack, then handed them over. After cross-referencing with information on her clipboard, the counselor looked back up at Shayla, her eyes briefly wandering to her crotch region. “There is actually a second place. On a day of your choice, your team can have more unstructured time!” “Sounds… great.” Shayla said, pouting. “You’re with Whitewater cabin, right?” asked the counselor. “Ummm, yeah. How did you know?” said Shayla. “Ohhh, I… saw you with Fern.” Blushing, Shayla pulled her shirt down with her hands even further. This is painfully awkward. “So… did we win the prize?” Shayla asked. “Yes, you got second place. It was really close, but congrats on second.” The counselor replied. “Yeah… thanks.” Shayla said, utterly unsatisfied with her defeat. “I’ll write your name under second place, congratulations again.” The counselor concluded. In a huff, Shayla stormed off, carefully avoiding the wandering gaze of someone else who might notice her embarrassing underwear. She also had to use the bathroom, but worried about being late for dinner. At least I could miss some of Emily’s gloating if I showed up late. Shayla thought. Shayla walked into the cabin, which was fortunately empty. Thank God I can change out of this thing. Removing her shoes first, Shayla pulled her shorts down and set them on her bed. As she looked at her pullup, an unpleasant thought crossed her mind: What if Fern gives me a diaper check? Will she think I tossed my pullup out because I peed in it? Shayla decided that wearing the pullup, while embarrassing in and of itself, wasn’t a social death sentence if it could be covered. Shayla pulled out a somewhat baggy pair of high-waisted jeans. They did a good job of concealing the waistline, but the loud crinkling could still be heard. Well, at least the dining hall will be loud. She pulled the pants up and threaded her belt around her waist. It’s nice to wear something warmer, too. Shayla thought to herself as she prepared to make her exit. As she walked, Shayla noticed the belt digging into her front, putting some strain on her bladder. She walked towards the dining hall, the darkness outside starting to intensify. The dining hall was an island of light and noise in the darkness, the excited chatter of people eating inside muffled by the large front door. Shayla stepped through the door confidently, confident that no one could notice her pullup, but wanting to head to the restroom. Ahh, nice to have these pants on, it feels much less babyish. She headed towards the Whitewater Cabin table, taking the open seat next to May. Sitting down seemed to relieve the pressure on her bladder, at least for the moment. Already, she could hear Emily’s annoying voice gloating about her recent victory. May made a sarcastic face at Shayla, as if to say “Get a load of this!” “We found all the clues pretty easily, actually.” Emily bragged. Melody stared at her, genuinely captivated by May’s experience. “And, we found everything by ourselves.” Emily added. Shayla couldn’t handle it anymore. “More like you followed us around until you just stumbled on your own clue.” Shayla conjectured. Emily recoiled and snapped back: “Well, what exactly did you do? Get lost and pee your pamps?” “No!” Shayla blushed, flustered and upset. She felt a twinge in her bladder. At last, Fern spoke up. “Emily, Shayla! Get off of each other’s backs. You’ve been at each other all day and it ends now.” Her voice was stern. Shayla and Emily ate silently, occasionally staring at each other. Emily poured herself a large glass of water, gradually transferring the liquid into her cup. Shayla stared, clenching her thighs together at the sight. What a fucking show-off. Shayla thought, believing Emily to be showing off how much water she could drink before bed. Willow and Emily then talked for a while as Shayla and May had a brief exchange amongst themselves. In truth, Shayla was flying on auto-pilot, just waiting for a chance to excuse herself and use the toilet. Why do I have such a tiny bladder? Just as Emily was about to resume her bragging about finding clues, Shayla decided that it was time to excuse herself. “Fern, can I go use the bathroom?” Shayla asked. “Sure, go ahead.” Fern replied dryly. “Gonna have an accident there Shayla?” Emily chided. “Emily, I already told you, that’s enough.” Fern said. Shayla simply walked away, fuming at Emily’s meanness. She probably pissed her pants twice. Oh wait, that’s what my teammate did. At least twice. Standing up gave Shayla a hard time: the pressure on her bladder had increased and she held her legs tightly together. Holding her crotch in front of Emily would be just too much. The strain of standing up had actually caused her to dribble a little bit, bringing genuine worry of an imminent accident. I can’t pee my pants! Shayla thought urgently. Holding her thighs together, Shayla began a waddling rush to the bathroom. She heard Emily and Willow laughing as she picked up speed and headed for the toilet. Standing and walking urgently increased Shayla’s need to pee, even causing small dribbles every few steps. I gotta make it! When she stepped into the hallway which led to the bathrooms, Shayla immediately slammed her hands into her crotch. Hopping from foot to foot, she slowly made her way to the toilet, eager for release. With her belt digging into her crotch, Shayla was bursting to go. I can’t have an accident! Shayla thought, over and over. Thankfully, the bathroom was empty, with the door slightly ajar. This is what Emily denied me earlier. Shayla stepped in and slammed the door, then turned the lights on. Seeing the toilet immediately made the situation worse, causing her to leak into her diaper a little bit. Oh no! Shayla thought, feeling a small surge of warmth and dampness. I have to get my pants off! Removing her hands from her crotch, Shayla felt another small leak escape as she attempted to undo her belt. Damn thing is stuck! Shayla struggled with it in small increments at a time, needing to return her hands to her crotch occasionally to stem the full flood of her bladder. At last, Shayla undid her belt buckle, relieving her of the worst fraction of the pressure on her bladder. Ugh, come on! With incredible difficulty, Shayla pulled her pants down, on the verge of completely letting loose the entire time. Stay calm, I’m not gonna have an accident. Shayla stiffened her resolve, holding on with all of her strength. Shayla positioned her body over the toilet bowl, ready to sit down as soon as her pullup was down. Just as she grabbed the sides, more pee started leaving her body rapidly. In one swift motion, she displaced her padding and sat down, already urinating at full force and spilling some on the front of the toilet seat. Ahhhhhh, Shayla thought, feeling the intense release. For over half a minute, Shayla simply relaxed and peed into the toilet. Nothing filled her mind except for the sweet relief and the sound of her pee hitting the toilet. She had her legs slightly parted to avoid the urine on the seat. When her stream died down and Shayla finished peeing, she wiped herself and the toilet seat. Guess I’d better inspect the damage. Shayla thought. Her pullup was just below her knees, and Shayla was nervous to look at it. Several large and small leaks had escaped throughout the day, meaning that it should be damp by now. On the inside of her diaper, the padding was slightly yellowed around the area where she had leaked and dribbled. It was deeply embarrassing, but her padding wasn’t completely soaked. Sure, it was pushing the upper bound of rainbow sticker territory, but it didn’t seem terrible. On the front, the flowers and butterflies had indeed partially faded, reminding her of her partial loss of control. The diaper felt heavier than it did before it had become damp, but it was unlikely to leak any time soon. Shayla pulled her just-in-case panties back up. It was still slightly warm, but it didn’t feel nearly as damp as before. Well, it’s better than fully wetting my pants. She thought. Were she wearing normal underwear, Shayla reasoned, her pee accident would be incredibly visible on her jeans. Fortunately, they were totally dry. It’s good enough for me. I already have a storm cloud today, anyway. Shayla remembered. After taking a few seconds to calm down, Shayla pulled her pants back up, washed her hands, and walked back to the table. “Hi Shayla!” said May, smiling. “Hi.” said Shayla quietly, opting to finish her meal in silence. She cautiously drank half a glass of water, careful to only quench her thirst, and consume nothing more. Wetting my bed tonight would be absolutely humiliating. Shayla thought. She already wanted a change out of her slightly damp pullup. Dinner wrapped up and stacks of empty plates were whisked away. Whitewater cabin made their exit, heading out into the dark. As they left, Fern asked everyone “All right, does anyone need to use the toilet or get changed?” Emily stared intently at Shayla. I can’t back down now. Shayla thought. I can’t give her the satisfaction. Besides, I don’t have to go very badly. Although she wanted to change into dry underwear, Shayla chose not to speak up. “No one? All righty then, let’s go to the campfire.” As a result of the scavenger hunt running late, dinner had run late as well. Camp was ramping down, and the bountiful dinner had made everyone start to get tired. The girls headed to the bonfire in relative quiet, enjoying conversations among themselves. The bonfire had a calming effect on Shayla, who sat on the log bench and gazed at the flames. Her pullup still felt slightly damp, but Shayla didn’t mind too much. Bonfire time eventually wrapped up and everyone headed back to their cabins to prepare for the night. Finally, I can get changed out of this thing. Shayla thought. As the girls arrived back at the cabin, Fern turned on the light and stepped inside. “OK everyone, it’s sticker time!” She said, cheerfully. Some stickers were already on the board, indicating that today was already quite a tough day for the residents of Yellowwater cabin. “Let’s start positively. Who stayed dry all day today?” Willow raised her hand proudly. She was the only one. Emily looked annoyed, sneering at Shayla, who in turn gave her a mean look of her own. “Very good, Willow. Nice job.” Fern said, placing a sunshine sticker on Willow’s row. Willow seemed happy. “I didn’t even have protection on.” She said, confidently. “Very good, then.” Said Fern. “Now, did anyone else have an accident? It’s OK if you did.” Fern said, looking directly at May. May spoke up: “Yes, I did.” She said. “Very well, May. Remember that everyone has accidents sometimes and it’s just fine. But also remember that it can be a good idea to use protection, just like your friends Shayla and Melody.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” May said, giving a sarcastic smile to Shayla. Fern added two storm clouds to May’s chart. Indeed, only Willow had actually made it through the entire day dry. “OK everyone, get your stuff and we’ll head to the bathroom for the night. Be sure to get a fresh pair of night-time panties to wear.” Ugh, I really hope I don’t have an accident tonight. Shayla thought, yawning. She rummaged through her disorganized bag, fetching a fresh pullup and a set of pajamas. She also grabbed her toothbrush, a wet wipe, and some baby powder. I would hate to get a rash. Once everyone had gathered their belongings, Whitewater cabin headed for the bathrooms. Shayla went immediately for one of the stalls. Not because she had to pee very bad, but because she wanted to change her diaper in private. She pulled her pants and damp underwear down, then sat on the toilet to pee. Without much left in her, she finished peeing relatively quickly. Next, Shayla removed her shoes and socks, her pants, and finally her damp diaper. Good riddance, Shayla thought, eager to feel completely dry again. Using the wet wipe, she gingerly cleaned her privates before applying some baby powder. I could end up sleeping in a wet one for hours. After putting on her fresh pullup, she made sure to set the damp one on top of the toilet tank so that someone wouldn’t see it underneath the stall gap. She removed the rest of her clothes, slipped the fresh diaper on, and put her pajamas on. Ahhh, feels comforting to have a fresh one on, Shayla thought. Exiting the stall, Shayla threw away her damp diaper without anyone noticing (Emily and Willow were in the stalls). She brushed her teeth and waited for everyone else to be ready. As a group, the girls headed back towards the cabin. Their flashlights shone bright in the clear air, piercing narrow cones from the darkness around them. The girls sleepily filtered into the cabin, put away their things, and climbed into bed. As Shayla got into her bunk, her crinkling pullup rubbed against her skin. “Good night, everyone.” Fern said. “If anyone wants to read for a few minutes, feel free.” She said, retrieving a book and a small light from her bag. May began reading her own book. Shayla, on the other hand, was far too tired from the day’s events to read anything. Shayla positioned herself in bed, zipped up her sleeping bag, positioned herself, and closed her eyes. It didn’t take long for her to doze off into a deep sleep. She slept peacefully for several hours, settling into a dream. … Shayla dreamed that she was running. Running in the dark, away from some unknown force. She ran for a long time, perhaps out of sight of whatever mysterious creature had followed her. She looked back to see nothing out of the ordinary. But looking forward, she saw something which elicited great fear. It was the creepy streets of the town she had visited earlier that day. Shops were boarded up and no one was around. Forgetting temporarily about her pursuer, Shayla inched into the town proper. Occasionally, ghostly figures stalked the streets and sidewalks, but they didn’t bother Shayla as much as the oppressive overall presence in the town did. Feeling tense and nervous, she sought any quantum of familiarity. She walked up to the church, with its eerie windows and signage. It was the opposite of her desired goal: the epitome of mystery and the unknown. She could see light from the inside of the church, bright enough to travel through its stained glass windows. Shayla apprehensively approached the front door, making sure to be quiet. Before she could knock, a quiet, distant voice called to her: “Shayla…” it said. It was a girl’s voice. “Shaylaaaa…” The voice sounded quieter now, but incredibly close, as if the words were being whispered into her ear. She turned around, only to find no one there. At last, the source of the voice became clear. Shayla woke up to May whispering in her ear. Sleepily, Shayla turned her head to face her. “Finally, you’re awake. Get up!” May whispered in a commanding tone. After a reluctant ten seconds or so of waking up, Shayla nodded in agreement. May swiftly climbed down and left the cabin. Before getting up, Shayla decided to see if she would need a change. She stuck her hand down her front and felt around: she was fortunately dry. I hope my pampers don’t crinkle too much. Shayla thought. Thankfully, I think this is a cabin of heavy sleepers. Shayla got up, slipped some sandals on, and met May outside the cabin. “What’s this all about?” Shayla asked. “Ssssh!” May shushed Shayla, guiding her in the general direction of the bathroom. As May raised her hand, Shayla noticed that she was carrying a small bowl. When they were closer to the bathroom, Shayla asked “What’s that for?” “I’m just getting a little revenge on Emily. Thought you might be interested.” “W-what do you mean?” Shayla asked, holding in a yawn. May simply paused, waiting for her friend to wake up and figure out the plan for herself. “Ohhhh, now that would be funny.” Shayla said. “Right?” May said. Waking up quickly (and thankful to be dry) Shayla nodded her head in excitement as the pair hastened their pace towards the girls’ room. When they arrived, Shayla told May “I’d better use the toilet first, be right there.” “What, don’t want to end up like Emily?” May asked. Shayla giggled. “Exactly.” Shayla took a stall, peed, came out, and washed her hands. “This is gonna be so awesome. Thanks for letting me in on this, that bitch has been getting on my nerves.” “It’s gonna be good.” May said, turning the water to hot. The slow plumbing of the old building kicked into gear, warming the water beneath her hands. “This is gonna be Emily in ten minutes.” May said mockingly, slowing the hot water flow to a gentle trickle. This elicited a quiet laugh from Shayla. With the bowl of hot water in hand (they figured it would cool down while walking to the cabin), the girls returned from the bathroom. Gingerly, Shayla opened the door, moving it slowly so that its squeaking didn’t wake anyone. She hadn’t felt so excited in a long while. May and Shayla approached Emily’s bunk. Unfortunately for them, Emily’s hands were tucked deep in her sleeping bag, inaccessible. May, being the adventurous one, pulled at Emily’s shoulder. Just as Emily mumbled something in her sleep, May abruptly let go. Emily turned onto her side, her shoulder facing up. At this point, it became clear that Emily’s bag was almost totally unzipped; her arm emerged from the zipper. May tried again, this time with more success. Wrangling Emily’s arm, she was able to move it without waking her up. Shayla stood by with the water in hand, anxious that someone would wake up. No one did, even though they were standing directly next to Fern’s cot. At last the moment had come. In the near perfect darkness, May silently motioned to Emily’s hand. Shayla waited for a few seconds, taking her time and vowing not to wake Emily. Shayla moved the bowl below Emily’s hand, then plunged the girl’s fingers into the water. May and Shayla anxiously waited, both actively controlling their breathing to remain absolutely silent. For around a minute, nothing seemed to be happening. Shayla was almost standing on the tips of her toes in a state of intense hyperarousal. Each second felt like a minute. After another half of a minute, May and Shayla were astonished. Sure enough, a muffled hissing noise could be heard, emanating from somewhere in the center of the bed. Psssssssssshhhhhhhhh the sound went, causing Shayla’s heart to skip a beat. Yes, it actually worked! That’s what you get! Shayla thought, barely containing her excitement. From the sound of the flow, it was obvious that Emily was totally soaking her sleeping bag. Her stream was strong, and it must have been pooling somewhere in her sleeping bag. It was also clear that Emily didn’t have any so-called night-time panties on; she had trusted her bladder too much and turned her bunk into a sopping mess. The hissing of Emily’s pee went on for a long time. Wow, she really had to go. Probably would have wet the bed anyway. Shayla thought to herself, smugly. Just as Emily finished wetting her bed, May and Shayla stared at each other in amazement. Barely containing their laughter, the girls quietly walked away. May carefully opened the door and tossed the water out, then returned to her bed. Shayla returned to bed herself, too excited to go back to sleep right away. I wonder how she’ll react when she wakes up. The thought put a smile on Shayla’s face. It will only be worth it if I stay dry, though. Shayla tossed and turned for a few minutes, eventually falling asleep for the night. xixi, For The Peeple, TheOwl and 13 others 13 1 1 1 Quote Link to comment
theyellowsafe 57 Posted May 22, 2021 Share Posted May 22, 2021 That was another great chapter! Your description of Shayla trying to makenit to the toilet at dinner was fantastic. I also loved the dream sequence and the naughty trick May and Shayla played on Emily. I feel like Emily had it coming, though. I have a feeling May will wake up wet again. But it seems like Shayla is due for a dry night. Curious to see what happens. I'm also curious to see how Fern does. The rainbows on the chart means she had some leaks during the scavenger hunt, right? Did I miss that or is it just not stated? I wonder if she'll have any full accidents. Thanks again for continuing to write chapters for this story. It's the best story I've read in a while and I can't get enough. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 22, 2021 Author Share Posted May 22, 2021 3 minutes ago, theyellowsafe said: That was another great chapter! Your description of Shayla trying to makenit to the toilet at dinner was fantastic. I also loved the dream sequence and the naughty trick May and Shayla played on Emily. I feel like Emily had it coming, though. I have a feeling May will wake up wet again. But it seems like Shayla is due for a dry night. Curious to see what happens. I'm also curious to see how Fern does. The rainbows on the chart means she had some leaks during the scavenger hunt, right? Did I miss that or is it just not stated? I wonder if she'll have any full accidents. Thanks again for continuing to write chapters for this story. It's the best story I've read in a while and I can't get enough. Aww, thanks so much! Glad you liked the chapter. I appreciate your readership. Fern has a rainbow because she was going to the bathroom when she found that Shayla had wet her pants. Since Fern had to drop everything and get Shayla some fresh clothes, she leaked a little bit. theyellowsafe and Stanley79 2 Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted May 22, 2021 Share Posted May 22, 2021 Now that's a great way to get back at Emily. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
poinser 26 Posted May 22, 2021 Share Posted May 22, 2021 enjoyed the story keep up the good work Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted May 22, 2021 Share Posted May 22, 2021 12 hours ago, theyellowsafe said: That was another great chapter! Your description of Shayla trying to makenit to the toilet at dinner was fantastic. I second that! Masterfully written, keep up the great work Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
trekkie 1,098 Posted May 23, 2021 Share Posted May 23, 2021 21 hours ago, BedwetterStacy said: Aww, thanks so much! Glad you liked the chapter. I appreciate your readership. Fern has a rainbow because she was going to the bathroom when she found that Shayla had wet her pants. Since Fern had to drop everything and get Shayla some fresh clothes, she leaked a little bit. Funny, Fern seems to shrink some leaks every time we see her. Not such a big girl, huh? (Speaking of her, she's a lot more strict lately, is it a deliberate change since returning to the story, or... well, we were left to wonder if anything magical is actually up with that 'haunting.' Maybe Fern's not herself... Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted May 23, 2021 Author Share Posted May 23, 2021 1 hour ago, trekkie said: Funny, Fern seems to shrink some leaks every time we see her. Not such a big girl, huh? (Speaking of her, she's a lot more strict lately, is it a deliberate change since returning to the story, or... well, we were left to wonder if anything magical is actually up with that 'haunting.' Maybe Fern's not herself... She’s had a long day and had to change some pampers! Stanley79 1 Quote Link to comment
trekkie 1,098 Posted May 23, 2021 Share Posted May 23, 2021 Lol, I’m rereading this and trying to figure out what I was trying to say that my autocorrect turned into “shrink” back there. No ideas. XD Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
treeisfree1 1 Posted May 23, 2021 Share Posted May 23, 2021 Good job it was a great story. Quote Link to comment
Stanley79 636 Posted May 24, 2021 Share Posted May 24, 2021 Emily certainly deserves some embarrassment. Quote Link to comment
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