Jane Jones 314 Posted April 29, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted April 29, 2021 (edited) Hey everyone! So, this is a fascinating series to me. Started as a commission for one of our members, with the third part then commissioned by another, each installment feels very different and offers something unique. I hope you all enjoy and if you wish to commission something for yourself, just drop me a message. 🙂 PART I: THE DESPERATE DIAPERLESS SCHOOLGIRL Allison Clofield seemed by most standards to be a normal, sixteen-year-old girl. She had her clique at high school: A best friend named Emily, a crush named Max who she wished would notice she existed and hated most of her schoolwork; like everyone else. She was black haired and green eyed, with long straight hair that ran down to her shoulders. She had 38C breasts that bulged tightly against a collection of red polka dot bras she owned and usually wore long summer dresses to her school; especially on hot summer days like these. A few boys paid her some attention, however her one claim to fame was breaking the hand of a boy who’d tried to lift her dress up during 9th grade. She’d been sent to the principal’s office, however had gotten away with only a few limited detentions for the next month; leading some to accuse her of being a teacher’s pet. In truth, the principal had understood the severity of her response upon reading her file. Had the boy seen under her dress, it would have caused the girl massive social humiliation for months on end. For Allison Clofield; a sixteen-year-old and otherwise perfectly normal girl, had to come to school every day wearing diapers. It had been the case for her every day since she was ten years old. She had been out horse-riding with her family; a rare treat to a ranch in Arizona, when a skittish horse had reared at a car back-firing, leading to her being thrown from her horse. The fall had damaged her bladder muscles; though thankfully not her bowels, something she was eternally grateful for as that would have been near-impossible to keep secret. It had led to her being humiliated at a sleepover with her best friend Emily several weeks later, when sometime around 3:00AM in the morning, she had humiliatingly wet herself in a sleeping bag; waking up several minutes later in sopping wet pink pyjamas and a large puddle of her own making. Since then, she had worn diapers to schools, sleepovers and any major social gathering that wasn’t her immediate family. While Allison did not enjoy having to wear them, over the months and years since her accident; she had become used to it and a master of both hiding her problems, as well as slowly beginning to regain some control. On rare occasions, she could make it through an entire school day without wetting herself in the purple pampers her family discretely placed on her shelf; in a hidden corner where her friends would not easily see them when coming around. On these days, she usually returned home bursting, squirming and making a mad dash for the bathroom, leaking but ultimately, releasing most in the bathroom. These days she considered blessed, though they were few and far between and hadn’t happened for months. It was the hottest summer on record in Arizona and as such, she; along with everyone else, carried around water bottles constantly. Unlike most, she couldn’t rush off to the toilets as if people heard the crinkling sound of the diapers while she was getting changed; her secret would be quickly exposed. Along with that, boys occasionally kicked open the weakly locked doors to annoy the girls and while hardly enjoyable for anyone, it would be absolutely mortifying for her to be caught half-naked, with her diaper around her ankles, applying talcum powder and cleaning herself. As such, Allison had made her peace with wetting her diaper regularly at school. At first, she would isolate herself; finding a hidden spot behind trees, the edges of her school field or buildings, however this she found just made her more nervous and her friends started asking where she was going. Eventually, she realised the best way to handle it was just to gently release whenever the need got too bad and even; after a while, to just carry on working, playing or talking and lose control as her weakened bladder muscles broke naturally. Despite her fears the first few times it happened; no one was ever the wiser, the ruckus noise of high-school more than drowning out the very quiet sounds of her losing control. Ironically; because she almost never visited the toilets, this had led to her gaining the reputation of having an iron-bladder, something she constantly found amusing. The first time she’d been told that, she had actually been mid-accident and her friends compliments had made her burst out laughing. Nevertheless, it was a useful lie to keep up and one that had served well in keeping her secrets. However, it is almost impossible to keep something hidden forever and today was going to put that to the test. Alisson woke to the sound of crashing wood; making her jerk up instantly. She looked and saw her bedroom shelf had collapsed, spilling books, mementos and her diapers over the floor. Worse still, it had knocked a 2-litre bottle of lemonade from her desk and the liquid was now seeping over and into her diapers; drenching them all. “Oh no, no, no!”. “Fuck!”. Her only remaining ones, she knew there were no further supplies in the house at the moment and the realisation made her blood run cold. She looked to check her alarm clock; hoping she might have enough time to get her mum to drive her to the general store and was sorely disappointed. 8:52. “Fucking hell!”. School started at 9:30 and the drive there was just under half an hour. They’d have no time to stop at the store; especially as she remembered her mum had a meeting at her work nearby at 9:35. FUCK. “Alisson, stop swearin- Oh my god! What happened?!”. Her mum; Sarah Clofield, stood in the doorframe of her room, shocked at the sight of the broken shelf. “My shelf broke and I’ve overslept and my supplies are ruined and I don’t know what to do, I can’t go to school, I can’t!”. Sarah momentarily was at a loss for words. Her daughter was extremely upset and she knew well of her problem. At the same time, she was rushed, tired; from planning a work-meeting half the night, as well as determined for Allison not to avoid school for anything but the most important of reasons. “Get dressed, quickly; you need to go to school”. “But-”. “No buts. I know it will be risky but you’ve held it before on days there, you can do it again. Now come on. Get dressed”. Her mom left the room before Alisson could argue, leaving her frustrated and scared. She quickly ran to use the toilet, trying to empty as much liquid from her bladder as she could. Then; quickly getting changed, she got into a white sun dress and her favourite pair of sandals. Underneath, she wore a pair of cotton white knickers; which pressed gently against the bush of her pubic hair. She squirmed awkwardly looking at herself in the mirror, feeling almost-naked without her protection. “Allison, come on!”. Not having any more time to think, she raced down the stairs. *THREE HOURS LATER* Allison sat nervously in double Math class, small beads of sweat being wiped away from her forehead; as she and her class cooked in the Arizona sun. “So far, so good” she thought. She had no great need to use the toilets yet and her first block of lessons was nearly over. Soon, it would be time for a break; where she would use them, just-in case. She could feel the slightest twinges in her bladder but they wouldn’t be beyond her control yet for a number of hours, she knew this from experience. As Math came to an end, she felt herself let-out a sigh of relief. She had control of her body and her need was easily manageable. She’d been freaking out this morning for nothing. Maybe she could talk to her mum and Doctor about coming to school without protection more often. As she and Emily exited the class, she turned to her friend: “Hey, will you come with me to the bathroom quick?”. “UGH but they’re halfway across the school and the cue’s gonna take ages!”. “What do you mean? There’s one around the hallway”. “Didn’t you hear? School’s tearing up all the plumbing, except in Fredrickson block. All toilets closed today except those”. “Oh”. “Why, you really need to go?”. “Nah, I can hold it I guess, just annoying to walk”. “You’re telling me!”. “OH FUCK” thought Allison. This was bad. This was really, really bad. The only toilets open today were half-a-dozen cubicles on the other side of school, for a high-school with over eight-hundred students. She knew the cues would be massive and if she leaked in them, everyone would know in seconds. She was going to have to hold it the entire day. FUCK. *TWO HOURS LATER* Allison was chewing through her pencil in English class, her legs gently tapping together rhythmically as she squirmed in her seat every few minutes. Her need to use the toilet had gradually increased for the last hour, until it was now a noticeable frustration to her and her work. Normally; at this point, she’d either begin to have an accident within the safety of her diaper or be on the verge of it but that was not an option here. She knew she was beginning to become desperate for relief, however she would not; could not allow herself to have an accident. She remembered the last time she’d wet herself openly, at her friend Emily’s house. She’d drank two-lemonades before falling asleep; something that pre-accident had been no problem to hold, yet her dream that night was horrible: Trapped inside a funfair mirror house they’d been to that day together; absolutely bursting for the toilet. She felt dizzy, sick and like a lead ball was in her stomach as she stumbled through the house; laugher all around her, as she clutched between her legs, pushing her hands deep within her blue frilly knickers to help her hold. She’d been incredibly embarrassed, as she could feel the laughter around her increase; yet nothing compared to the moment where; half a minute-later, though it could have been hours for her sleeping body, where with her knees halfway bent to the ground and her entire body shake, she had felt herself lose control violently. The wetness spread quickly over her red jeans, soaking her shaking fingers, knickers and covering her legs as a growing puddle formed around her. She watched dozens of versions of her simultaneously have the same accident, able to view her shame from every angle as she completely lost control like a four-year old instead, of the mature ten-year-old she knew she was at the time. She didn’t think it could get any worse, as tears began to roll down her face when suddenly; she woke up in a fright, sweating profusely. For a moment, she’d been immensely relieved; thanking whatever God there was it had all been a nightmare. Then, her heart sank as she realised she could still feel the wetness from her dream. Peeling back her sleeping back, she saw her pink heart pyjamas were absolutely sodden and she could feel the puddle her legs were lying in; as well as see the wetness that had stained the carpet and some of her nearby clothes. Moments later, Emily had woken up from her slumber; disturbed by Allison and saw her best friend crying quietly, sitting in a puddle and absolutely humiliated by what she’d done. She hadn’t even been able to speak to her best friend again for several weeks; until her family forced her to, from which point she had been determined to NEVER lose control like that again in-front of anyone. From that day on, she’d been resolute in never humiliating herself again and though she hadn’t been thrilled when her doctor and parents suggested diapers; she preferred anything to that absolute horror of losing control. Sitting there; desperate and vulnerable in class, she cursed her condition silently and the “Bloody fucking stupid horse” that had caused her bladder muscles to be so weak. She continued squirming quietly, her legs pressing together in growing need every few minutes; as Emily leaned over to her. “Hey Allison, are you okay? You’re fidgeting a lot”. “Oh, sorry!” said Allison; blushing bright red. “I-I’m just really bored, want to have lunch soon”. “Me too” said Emily, satisfied with Allison’s answer. “Oh my god she can see me fidgeting” thought Allison. She froze still, unwilling to attract attention to herself again but that made holding twice-as-hard. She could feel the pressure building in her stomach and looked desperately towards the clock. 32 minutes till lunch. She had to at least hold it till then. She wasn’t going to make it all day. Not even close. But if she could make it until break, she could go to one of secret spots in the trees and hopefully, have privacy to relieve herself there. That is, if she could even hold on that long. Every minute that ticked by was increasing her desperation exponentially. She could feel her legs shiver and vibrate but willed herself to sit as still as possible, too ashamed to attract attention. As subtly as she could, she let an arm fall into her lap; as if slumping from boredom, then dug her fingers through the fabric of her summer dress. The relief was amazing and she had to stop herself gasping from pleasure but she knew it was only a temporary measure and that when she had to walk again unaided, it was going to put incredible strain on her bladder. Ten minutes left. The pressure was beginning to return in force, even with her hand there to help her hold. Nine minutes. It was getting worse. Allison watched every second on the clock tick past. Eight minutes. The pressure was getting really bad. By this point, she knew she’d normally be wetting herself into her diaper. God, she wished she had one with her right now. The relief would be amazing and she could stop being scared of humiliating herself. Max was in the class with her and if she had an accident in front of him, she knew she would die of shame. Seven and a half minutes. She could feel her legs began to shake violently. “Oh god no!”. Suddenly, she felt a burst of pee spring out; soaking the front of white cotton panties for just over a second, before she clamped her legs together hard and stopped the flow. Allison’s face turned as red as a tomato and she looked towards everyone to see if they had noticed. Thankfully, her classmates were staring numbly towards their boring English spelling power-point. Never had she been more grateful for spelling, as she let out a quiet sigh of relief. She could feel the wet patch pushing against her trembling pussy, the piss soaking into the bush that surrounded it; which undoubtedly had played its part in saving her from leaking onto her chair. She could feel the pressure having eased slightly, enough for her to hold through till lunchtime but knew her situation was still urgent. Mercifully, the bell rang before her bladder worsened again. Quickly gathering her stuff, she wanted to bolt out the door but instead opted for a brisk walk; her legs tightly together, as the strain on her bladder was still bad. “Hey Allison, you want to grab lunch together? They’ve got milkshakes on sale today!”. Allison really did not need any further reminders of liquid, as she forced herself to turn around and smile. “I’ll catch up, see you in 10!”. She forced herself to quickly jog away before Emily could question her, the pain in her bladder nearly unbearable. Getting around the block, she saw there was nobody by this corner of the building and; pressing her back to the wall, shoved both hands in between her summer dress. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried out softly, holding with all her might as she could feel herself about to lose control completely. “Please no!” she begged, digging her fingers tightly into the fabric and slowly, her need lessened; though just barely. She knew she was seconds away from either relieving herself willingly or her body would do it for her. Stumbling quickly into the trees surrounding the school-playing field, she had to stop every few seconds to cross her legs or dance on the spot; her knees bending rhythmically, as she shook with desperation. God, her bladder felt like it was on fire; she thought. The closest she’d been to an accident like this since the sleepover was standing in a doctor’s office, having been asked to fill her bladder for a scan. She remembered how embarrassed she’d been, having to squirm on the spot in front of her mum and Doctor Lindsey; how she’d nearly lost control when the ointment was placed onto her belly to do the scan. She remembered dashing madly to the waiting room office, feeling like she’d narrowly avoided a major accident. Well, this was worse. Far worse. She could feel the overwhelming pressure on her bladder and knew in moments; her incontinence would overtake the little control she was able to exert. It was just a few more metres. A few more and she’d be covered on three sides by trees and would be able to see or hear anyone coming behind her well before they could spot her. She could see her old spot and moved over to it, as she positioned herself to squat down. But there was a problem. To get her knickers down, she’d have to move her hands from between her legs. It would only take a few seconds. But could she hold that long? She danced desperately on the spot, trying to regain enough strength to remove her hands; just for a few moments. “I haven’t been this close to wetting myself in years”, thought Allison; as she finally felt she had enough control to last a few more seconds. The grip of her fingers loosened. Her hands slipped from between her summer dress. Trembling at first; then shaking violently, she removed her hands and had just gotten her hands around the edge of her panties when she gasped with shock. Her bladder muscles gave out completely and she could feel pee soak through her knickers instantly, expanding the wet spot as the fabric was soaked from between the hair around her clit right up to and around her bum; as tendrils of pee ran down the back of her clamped legs. After three seconds, she was able to stop it and wanted to gasp with relief but had tears in her eyes from shame. She had wet herself. In school. Admittedly, while not a full accident and easily coverable once she dried off the back of her legs; she was so disappointed in herself. She wasn’t a baby. She was meant to be a sixteen-year-old girl. Prom was next year, where she wanted to have a fancy dress and; hopefully, lose her virginity. Ideally to Max. All of her friends would be grinding against the boys at the after-party, letting themselves be touched and pleasured through their elaborate clothing. What was she going to do? Ask Max to pleasure her through her diaper? Or not use on and just piss on his cock halfway through sex? The thought made her feel sick and not for the first time; she hated her condition, feeling a tear roll down her face as she held back a sob. “Calm down Allison” she said to herself internally. “You’ve not lost control yet. Well… not really. You just need to clean up and finish this and look on the Brightside, your bladder’s feeling much better now. You can relieve yourself without risk of another accident”. She was right. The pressure on her stomach was greatly weakened, enough that she felt like she could probably hold on for ages longer if she cared to; though she did not. Sliding down her drenched knickers, she kicked them off and stuffed them into her pocket; she knew there was no use to wearing them now. They’d just make her feel icky and stupid. As she squatted down to get her full relief, she heard a voice call out: “Hello?”. HOLY SHIT. That was Max’s voice. Standing up in a panic, she saw him come through the treeline and spot her a few seconds later. She thanked half the gods she could remember that he hadn’t been there thirty seconds earlier, while cursing every other one that he was here now. The back of her legs still had tendrils of pee on them and while there was; thankfully, no puddle around her, she wished that her crush had chosen any other time but now to speak to her. Max had dark brown eyes, blonde hair and muscles that made Allison gaze at him dreamily through half of her classes. He was an inch over 6ft. and usually wore a white sports top and black ripped jeans, which she thought was super attractive on him. “Why does he have to notice me now?! Now of all times?! WHY!!!” she screamed internally. “Hey Allison, you okay? What are you doing here?”. “Uh, h-hi Max. I’m just, p-picking Sun blankets!” she exclaimed, gesturing needlessly to the flower bank besides them; the first lie she could think of. “Oh cool”. “W-what are you doing here?”. “Oh, was just wondering about, thought I heard something; was bored so I thought I’d check it out. You mind if I join you?”. On any other day, she’d have immediately shouted “YES!” loud enough for half the school to hear but if he saw the back of her legs, he’d realise immediately that she’d had an accident. She knew he would tell the entire school, she’d be humiliated, no-one would be friends with her and she knew she didn’t have enough money to fly to China and retreat to the mountains. Maybe she could become a desert hermit instead. Sighing under her breath with frustration, she said: “Sorry Max, I kind of like picking flowers here by myself”. “Oh… okay. Well, could we hang out some other time? You know, maybe go to the cinema or something?”. “What, like a date?”. “Y-yeah, basically. I mean, if that’s cool with you; if not, I get it”. “No, no; that would be great! I’d love to! Thank you!”. “You’re welcome. How about, next Tuesday, 6:00?”. “I’ll be there!”. For a moment, any need in her bladder was forgotten as she was overjoyed to finally be asked out by her crush. Normally, she’d savour the moment with him; however, she still needed to clean up. “Well, I’ll see you back at next class?”. “Yeah, totally”. “Gre-”. Suddenly, a loud high pitched whirr cut Allison off. It was the fire-alarm, blaring all over the school; summoning all kids immediately to the playground. Allison wanted to scream at the sound. “Oh fucking hell, what dickhead hit it this time?! Well, we’d better go; you know how Mrs. Shaw gets if anyone’s late for fire alarms.”. Mercifully, Max turned his back and started walking forwards long enough for Allison to quickly wipe away the thin lines of pee around her legs, bum and between her legs; before running over to him, moments before he turned back around. “Okay” thought Allison. “I’ve got some relief and there’s only twenty minutes of lunch; then one more class today: German. I can do this. I can hold it. I can make it”. Allison Clofield spent the next few minutes, chatting with Max; during which time she completely forgot about her bladder needs. However, once lessons started; it was a different story. German; despite being the shortest lesson, was in the hottest room with broken-air con and stuffy walls. Everyone was guzzling water and Allison; who’d denied herself any all day, was beginning to suffer a bad headache and had to have some, otherwise she knew she was going to be sick. Though trying to restrain herself, the room’s stuffy nature meant she’d drank more than half her 500ml bottle in under half an hour and fairly soon, she was feeling the renewed pressure on her bladder. As her desk was at the back of the room and neither Emily; nor Max, were in this class with her, she resumed her squirming to hold on, which helped. But not much. By the last few minutes, she had wrapped her legs around each other, was regularly holding herself and the coldness of her seat was doing her no favours. Now panty-less, every squirm was against cold rubber and she knew even the slightest leak would be noticeable. She simply could not let ANYTHING out or everyone would know. As such, her bum shifted uncomfortably against the chair as she regularly crossed and uncrossed her legs; doing her best to remain inconspicuous, though still feeling embarrassed that at sixteen, she was acting more like how most schoolgirls do when they are seven or eight. She considered asking the teacher to let her use the toilets on the other side of school, however Mr. Tollinson was extremely strict and she knew there would be cues even if he did, despite it being lesson time. A fellow classmate; Rachel, she could see was bouncing up and down in her chair with desperation, having been denied the chance to use the bathroom at the start of lesson. Watching her did nothing to help her own situation, so instead she kept her head down and tried to focus on anything else; other than her own or anybody else’s need to use the toilet. By the time she carefully walked out of class, Allison felt as desperate as she had in the last half-hour of English class. Carefully waddling to the bus, she sat herself alone; in an isolated corner, for once grateful Emily didn’t take the bus with her on Thursdays. Every bump in the road, every slow moving line of traffic, every turn the driver took too fast was pure torture on Allison’s desperate bladder, as an entire day’s worth; minus her big leak, worth of pee sloshed about inside her. She bounced and held herself and kept back half-a-dozen leaks that tried to spring from her but she wouldn’t let them. She had to hold it. She could do it. She wouldn’t wet herself. She wouldn’t. She repeated those words in her head, over and over; believing them less and less each time. Finally; just as she felt her bladder could take no more, the bus pulled in to her stop, roughly half a mile’s walk from her house. Slowly getting off the bus; much to the driver’s annoyance, she practically waddled towards her home as she felt a cold-draft fill the air. Her desperation was now as bad as it was around the beginning of lunch and she knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. A gust of wind blew down the street, flapping her dress and going in-between her legs. The cool air rushed against her bushy pussy and caused her to freeze up as a long stream of pee raced from her for two seconds, causing a small puddle3 to appear on the sidewalk, small rivers of pee on the back of her legs and a wet patch on the front of her summer dress; where she’d been holding the fabric against herself. However, unlike the previous leaks; her desperation only increased as she desperately danced on the spot, forcing herself to move forwards. She was so close. She couldn’t lose control now. She couldn’t. She couldn’t. She could. She could. Oh god, she was going to. She was going to have an accident. She was going to wet herself. “I’m going to wet myself!”. Those words played back in her mind a dozen times over as she closed the remaining distance to her house. Her hand was glued in-between her dress for those final few metres and with her other, she desperately pulled out her front-door key, unlocked it as her whole body violently shook and pushed open her front door. Slamming it behind her, she turned around and was startled to see her mum was home, standing in the kitchen doorway; looking towards her. She would later learn work had let her off early, after a successful pitch. The minor surprise would normally mean nothing. Today, it was the straw that broke her bladder’s back. Sarah Clofield watched as her daughter’s entire body trembled violently for a few seconds, rooted to the spot; before a loud hissing sound filled the air. Rivers of urine flowed down her daughter’s legs, as Allison felt her bum, ankles and sandals become drenched in seconds. Her summer dress; the front half pressed uselessly between her legs, got caught in the onslaught of wetness and began to drip with pee as Allison completely lost control. Her mother watched silently as her daughter continued to wet herself in front of her, seeing the tears forming in Allison’s eyes; before running down her cheek. Allison; exhausted and overwhelmed with both shame and self-loathing, felt her knees buckle as she fell into her expanding puddle, her body shaking with same and sobs as she began to cry with frustration. She could feel the bush of her pussy soaking into her puddle; along with most of her summer dress, as her toes curled against the cold liquid and her mother embraced her into a hug; feeling but ignoring her daughter’s pee soaking into her own jeans. “I-i-I’m sorry mum, I-I tried! I c-couldn’t-” sobbed Allison. “It’s okay, it’s okay sweetheart, you did so well; you made it, you made it home, I won’t tell anyone. It’s okay”, said her mother soothingly. Allison finally felt the last of her pee rush out of her, as her mother gently stroked her black hair through her fingers; as she sobbed into her shoulder. She knew this was a lot better than losing control at school, on the street or GOD FORBID in-front of Max but she still felt humiliated. She was twenty-steps from the nearest bathroom and had wanted so badly to make it home, to use her own toilet and for all her suffering to be worth it; for her pride to not be in the puddle around her. Still, her mother’s soothing words slowly calmed her down and eventually, she had relaxed enough to; solemnly, take a shower. By the time she was done, her mother had picked out clean clothes for her, tossed her wet ones into the laundry and cleaned up her puddle. Eventually, sometime after dinner; once Allison had gotten comfortably cleaned up and into a new diaper, she told her mum of Max asking her out and her mood began to lighten. The next day, she returned to school, nervous but happily realised no-one had noticed anything. Her regular diaper was comfortably around her and she felt safe again, though knew she had a challenge up-ahead. For Max was taking her out on a date soon and she would have to make a decision: Did she wear one and risk him finding it if hands wondered? Or, go without and risk results 10x worse? Allison sighed. “Life is hard” she thought grumpily. “And wet”. THE END PART II: THE DESPERATE DIAPERED DATE Allison was nervous. She was about to go on a date with long-time crush Max Fielding, who she had desired all-year. If she was anyone else, she knew she’d be dancing around elated; waiting until she’d sat through a generically acceptable amount of the movie they were going to see, before they could make-out. She’d dreamed of him kissing her, a hand slipping over her breasts; yet dreaded what would happen if he took it further and knew that was a risk. For if he did, Max would learn her greatest secret: That she had to wear diapers to avoid what would otherwise be near-daily, humiliating accidents. She had suffered a horrible one, exactly-one-week ago; barely making it home and avoiding an accident at school, before her bladder strength collapsed in the home stretch and she’d wet herself in front of her mum. Even now, the memory made her cringe; though she was more understanding than anyone else would be about it. She hadn’t worn that summer dress since and thinking of how she’d nearly lost-it in front of Max that day was enough to make her stomach turn with fear. She wanted badly to not wear a diaper on their date but couldn’t risk him finding out her secret, from watching urine run down her legs after she downed too much coke. So, she resolved to not let Max anywhere near her lower-half tonight. What would she do in the future? Right now, she really didn’t want to think that far ahead. Tonight, she would just enjoy Max kissing everywhere else. Unfortunately, even that wasn’t going to be as simple as she hoped. Max, the sweet, romantic; probably horny, pain had told Allison that he intended to dress up for their date and that: “I can’t wait to see how you’ll look!”. After that, Allison knew she’d have to wear something sexy but nothing seemed right… except one thing. Several weeks ago, Emily had dragged her to the shops; insisting she “Spice up” Allison’s wardrobe. It had been a tense day for Allison, making sure Emily didn’t walk into her changing and see her diapers; however, the biggest waste in her mind was having to pacify Emily by spending way too much money on a shiny-red dress, with a low-cut cleavage. She didn’t wear dresses. There was too much risk of her diaper being glimpsed. But tonight, she knew it was what Max wanted. She could get away with it just once… Right? RING!!! Allison jumped nervously, her breasts bouncing inside her loose pink-bra; as she grabbed her phone. “Hi Allison! “Oh hey Max!”. “Hey, just calling to let you know I’m fifteen minutes away. Is that good with you?”. “Yeah, of course; that’s fine. See you then!”. “Can’t wait, bye!”. “Bye!”. “ARGH!!!!!!!” thought Allison; panicking. She was standing; practically naked, with no idea what to do. Finally, after what felt like hours of further deliberation; she unclipped her pink bra, sliding herself into the red dress, while making sure her diaper was securely fastened underneath as high as it could be, while the dress was as far down to her knees as possible. Her cleavage was on full display, pressed tightly together and bulging against the tight fabric of the dress; displaying her ass nicely as well. Looking at herself in the mirror, Allison felt confident. “I can do this” she thought. “I can do this”. Hearing the doorbell ring, she grabbed her bag and raced down the stairs; before opening her front-door. Max was standing there, dressed smartly in freshly-ironed black jeans, white trainers and a smart-casual black button shirt; a brown leather jacket over that. The two eyed each other lustfully, smiling. “Wow you look gorgeous!” said Max, causing Allison to blush. “Aww thanks, you don’t scrub up so bad yourself”. “You ready?”. “Let’s go”. Max smiled and took Allison’s hand in his as they began walking down the street, needing to take a one-mile walk to the nearest train station; from where they would head into the city. They chatted easily and comfortably for several minutes, which greatly relieved Allison; who had been afraid Max would find her boring. Instead, they had an easy chemistry and Allison began day-dreaming about maybe, possibly; letting him get to second base, if the cinema was empty enough… WHOOSH! Suddenly, a strong burst of wind blew into them; causing Max to shiver and Allison to let go of Max’s hand and grab the hem of her dress; which blew upwards slightly. A dozen more gusts hit them over the next couple of minutes, with Allison carefully holding her dress against them; trying not to show how tense she was. “Oh god, if the wind gets any stronger, my dress is going to fly up” she thought nervously. Thankfully, the wind began to die down and after several minutes; had been reduced to a gentle breeze, unable to do more than sway the fabric of her clothes. Feeling confident enough to retake Max’s hand, she caught him lustfully staring at her boobs; which made her smile. Maybe this dress was a good idea after all- WHOOSH!!! A fierce gust of wind raced towards them and at that very moment, Allison stumbled; catching her boot in a pothole, causing her to lose grip of Max’s hand. As she regained her balance, the wind caused her dress to fly up as Max turned to face her; giving him a full-frontal view of her as the dress went above her hips. Allison felt as if the world had slowed down; like being in a slow-motion car crash, as she watched Max’s eyes widen when he saw her blue pampers diaper, unmistakeable for anything else. A second later, Allison pushed her dress down; yet it was too late, confirmed when Max said: “Um, Allison… are you wearing a diaper?”. Allison felt her blood run cold and began to tremble violently, tears coming to her eyes. This was her worst nightmare. “This can’t be happening!” she thought. “This was meant to be the perfect date. Now everything’s ruined. Max will tell everyone! He won’t want to go out with a girl like me, he’ll think I’m some dumb girl who can’t control herself. Everyone at school will think I’m a freak! I am a freak! Why did I have to wear this? I should have just held it. Why can’t I just hold, like a normal person. Why me? ITS NOT FAIR”. Allison tried to speak but the words would not come to her mouth; which felt incredibly dry, as she began to start crying, sobbing into her hands, turning away from Max. “Hey, hey Allison, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, please, don’t cry. I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I promise”. Allison looked up; her makeup running with her tears, a touch hopeful. She knew her date had to be ruined but maybe if she explained, Max would keep his word and not tell people. Maybe he’d say he found her boring on their date. Maybe he’d say she wasn’t pretty enough. For all she cared, he could say that he fingered her on a park bench; so long as he didn’t expose her secret. She took a deep breath, controlling her emotions over a few seconds; before saying: “W-when I was ten, I got kicked by a horse and my bladder got damaged. I can barely hold anything for more than a few hours without leaking or having accidents and I didn’t want people to bully me, so the doctor gave me these to wear; said the might help train my bladder. They haven’t really” said Allison bitterly. “I can hold sometimes but it’s more luck if I do and I’m basically incontinent half-the-time… I’m sorry, I understand if you want to go hom-”. Max interrupted her confession by grabbing her tightly, locking her in a passionate kiss; as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Her lips locked with Max naturally and she could feel his hands reaching under her dress, both his hands massaging her bum; pressing against the material of her diaper. She could also feel a raging-erection; barely suppressed in his jeans, grinding against her front and felt herself melt against it. She didn’t know what was going on or why. Any moment now, she was expecting to wake up; disappointedly, from this dream and start getting prepared for the real date. This couldn’t possibly be happening… A few moments later, Max pulled away from Allison; leaving her dazed and amazed, while he was blushing scarlet red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” said Max embarrassedly. Allison just stared, bewildered and lost in a haze of conflicting emotions. “I-I kind of have a kink, I mean, I, you know, I really like it when girls are incontinent and have accidents and stuff and when I saw you in that diaper, I mean, that dress and you and that, I just, I thought you looked so cute and sexy” stuttered Max, afraid Allison was about to freak out. Instead, she stood there; unable to take in what she had heard. He didn’t think she was a freak. Or a baby. Or anything like that. He actually enjoyed her condition, he thought she looked hot in her diaper?! She could hardly believe it. She’d heard of people like that once or twice on support forums for people like her but assumed they were always just creepy old men. Realising that Max didn’t care what she wore under her dress; or did but in a good way, took a massive weight off her chest. Wiping her ruined makeup away, she smiled and wrapped her arms around Max’s neck; letting her diaper grind gently against his still intense erection. “I don’t mind if you don’t” she whispered in a sultry tone, kissing his neck, before letting her fingers just gently run over the bulging tent in his trousers; as she moved away. “Come on” said Allison happily. “Let’s enjoy the rest of our date”. It was not a difficult request. Allison and Max’s chemistry; already good before, was now alight with energy. Strangely, for a couple of hours; neither said anything about her condition. They chatted about movies and music, schoolwork and overbearing parents, they laughed at each other’s jokes and gave each other dreamy looks; holding hands tightly together. That was not to say that it wasn’t thought about by either of them. Max for his part, could barely contain his excitement when he saw that Allison bought a large coke to drink during the film, wondering if before the night was done, he’d have a chance to see the diaper in action. Allison meanwhile was happier than she’d been in years. She finally felt accepted. Her mother never made her feel guilty for her condition but she pitied her daughter, which never made Allison feel totally at-ease with it. It had always been something to be ashamed of, something to hide and resent. Now; to the person she had most wanted it to be, it was just a part of her: Accepted; even relished in by him. It made Allison feel so much more confident. She’d always had a playful side but never would have dared touch him like she had earlier, unless she was confident in knowing his response wouldn’t expose her. Now, she didn’t have to care. During the movie, both waited for little more than a few minutes before the kisses; then full-on snogging started. With less than half a dozen people in the screening; all on lower rows, the two grew bolder quickly. Allison ran her hand over Max’s erection; teasing it to constant twitches, as her fingers ran along the edge of his jeans. In return, his tongue dominated inside her mouth and his hands slide inside her dress; grabbing her boobs in such a lustful way, she had a hard time suppressing her moans. He even ran his hand up her legs and across her diaper a handful of times, kissing her intensely after each time. For so long, her diapers had been a prison for Allison; a wearable symbol of her lack of “maturity” and “growth”. She thought they would condemn her to never be with anyone properly or a life of frustrating secrecy. To have them be a part of her sexiness; especially to Max, made her feel giddy and daring. After the film; which Allison would later laugh at not even remembering what it was, they went to Five Guys Burger, where Allison ordered her second large soda of the day. Normally, she’d already be desperate; perhaps even leaking if doing that, however she was so excited she hardly noticed and her mouth kept getting dry from all the snogging she and Max were having. She sipped greedily on her soda as they played footsie and chatted about random things, then ordered another and some more chips for them to share; which they would bite from each end and use yet another excuse to kiss, meeting in the middle. This went on for more than two-hours, as Allison gradually became aware of her growing need for relief. She put it off at first; unwilling to leave Max’s side for even a single second, however she started to squirm in her seat after a while, much to Max’s pleasure; though he didn’t say anything about it. For his part, he was having one of the best nights of his life: Allison; his crush, a girl he thought was one of the most beautiful girls in the whole school, needed to wear diapers due to her incontinence: She couldn’t be more perfect for him. He’d discovered his own kink years ago. His childhood best friend, Sally, had been ghost-hunting one day in the nearby forests of his home when they were twelve-years-old. They’d both been carrying large water bottles and out running with “Ghost capturing devices”; old fishing nets, having gone well-out-of-sight of Max’s house. Neither had; as kids often don’t, noticed their own growing desperation, when as they had reached a river creek, Sally had clutched her belly in pain and shouted: “Oh god, I need to go so bad”. Sally had been dressed in blue-cropped shorts and black leggings and a striped white-pink top; with green trainers. She had held herself between her legs for several seconds and when she let go; still pee dancing on the spot to try and hold, Max had seen a wet-spot on her clothes that had made him feel dizzy and sweaty for reasons he hadn’t understood at the time. Her pee-dance had been a sight to behold: Twisted legs, shaking, dancing up-and-down, holding her stomach, walking back-and-forth on the spot and at times; freezing still and pushing hard against herself. Nothing had worked for Sally. She had then tried sprinting back through the fields, barely making it halfway through the first one before she froze on the spot. Her whole body had been shaking: “Max, I can’t make it”. Those words still gave Max chills thinking about them, as did picturing how she had then lost control. The pee had spread across her clothes, the wet spot rapidly expanding and running across her black tights; coming out in a hundred-small-streams through the fabric. He had watched with awe as his best friend completely wet herself, pee running into her little green trainers and into the surrounding dirt; as she turned to face Max, blushing with embarrassment. “Max, I’m wetting myself”. The statement was obvious but something about it had tipped Max over the edge and though he hadn’t understood it at the time, he had just had his first orgasm; climaxing into his shorts, then weeing through them himself as his young, tired muscles were unable to handle the strain. The two had just watched as pee ran down the others legs; something else mixed in with Max, as they finished their mutual accidents. Given that it had happened to them both, neither mocked the other and both just continued to play for a while; jumping into the creek to wash their clothes, then waiting for them to dry off in the sun, yet it had been Max’s sexual-awakening and since then, he had longed to see more accidents, yet constantly been frustrated. “Hey Allison, can I ask you something?”. “Yeah, what is it?”, she replied; trying to reduce her squirming and focus on what Max was about to say. “Last week, at school: Did you, have an accident?”. Despite herself, Allison turned bright red at this question. “Uh, yeah; kind of” she whispered, bright-red as an apple. “My diaper supplies all got ruined by this bottle of lemonade and I had to go to school without them. I wanted to use the bathroom but never got a proper chance and I had a couple of leaks. How did you know?”. “Well, when you went into the trees, I thought I saw you holding yourself. I assumed it was wishful thinking, then when I spoke to you, there was a bit of water around your feet but again, I thought I was being hopeful as there didn’t seem to be any on you”. “Yeah, I had just leaked but it had all run down the back of my legs, when I saw you I was petrified; I was so scared that you’d realise what had happened. I didn’t want you finding out”. “Oh yeah? Well, how do you feel now that I know?”. Allison smiled. “It feels good”, she said honestly; before they shared a long, longing kiss, Allison fidgeting for several moments before pulling away. “Speaking of which, I’m pretty busting; I really need to go now. I’ll be right back”. Max for his part wouldn’t have minded if she chose to stay with him and let nature take its course but didn’t want Allison to feel uncomfortable around him. “Sure thing babe. I’ll be here”. However, as Allison rounded the corner; she gasped. The takeaway’s restrooms were flooded, three different employees were cleaning the hallway and all the bathrooms had water coming through the doors. One of them looked up towards Allison, a woman in her mid-40’s: “Sorry love, burst pipe, they’re all out of action I’m afraid”. “Oh, okay; no problem, thanks” said Allison politely. Returning to Max, she squirmed in-front of him. “Hey, can we pay and go; their toilets are broken and I really need the toilet right now”. Max; feeling like some God was smiling down on him today, agreed and quickly paid for their food and drinks. Smiling, they walked down the street, however Allison’s frustration quickly grew. It was now late at night and every store was closed, the ones which weren’t were private off-licenses and when Allison swallowed her nerves and begged one of them to use their staff bathrooms, she was given short shrift. Stumbling through the streets; desperately holding herself, Allison was bursting for the toilet. She knew realistically that she was minutes away from an accident. Normally, if she was being this overt about it, she’d be humiliated; yet with Max, she felt much less ashamed of it. The pain of her swollen bladder forced her to take a seat on a park bench, slamming her legs together; as she and Max sat together in the abandoned park. “God, I’m so fucking desperate” moaned Allison. “Well, be honest. If we go to the station now, do you think you’ll make it home?”. Allison shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll even make it onto the train”, she said; holding herself tightly as a desperate pang shot through her bladder. Max breathed deeply. He wanted badly to say what he had in mind, yet didn’t want to push his luck. He’d never forgive himself if he ruined such a promising thing by going too fast or being too full-on. However, his raging erection was eating away at his inhibitions and he decided it was now-or-never. He was going to say. He was going to say it. He was going- “-Just go then”. Allison looked him in the eyes. “If you can’t hold it, just let go babe. I won’t mind”. Allison bit her lip gently, her body beginning to tremble. “Just let it all out”. Suddenly, a quiet hissing sound filled the air as Allison’s body began to shake with relief; her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Max; going on instinct, lifted her dress to watch the diaper expand out as Allison filled it. Max thought he couldn’t possibly get anymore turned on and then Allison said: “Max, I’m wetting myself”. Max could literally feel the pleasurable chill run over his entire body and his cock became so erect, it was practically standing upright his pants; pushing against his trousers violently. He was so hard it hurt, yet his pleasure wasn’t done. He felt Allison’s hand reach out and grab his cock through the fabric, causing him to moan loudly in shock and pleasure; biting his tongue to stay quiet. Allison held him, very gently rubbing her fingers up and down; as Max watched her accident slowly begin to come to an end, as the hissing sound died away and the two stared at each other hungrily. Max leaned in to Allison’s ear and said: “Take it off, I dare you” he said; his tone dark and brimming with lust. Allison moaned in pleasure and did what he asked, gently unstrapping her diaper from underneath her dress; pulling the sodden material down her legs. Max watched in delight as it slid down to her ankles; where he could see how soaked it was. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her and pulled her in-close; snogging her more intensely than before. For her part, Allison did the same; unbuttoning his pants. Emboldened by Allison’s actions, he moved his hand between Allison’s legs and felt her gasp as he slide two fingers along the slit of her hairy, wet pussy. “She’s hairy and soaked and horny, god could this girl get any better?” thought Max. That was about the last coherent thought he had however, as Allison freed his cock from his trousers and dark-blue underwear seconds later; where it sprung up in delight. Her hand gripped it and began stroking him, with it only taking a few-pumps until pre-cum was dripping over hand. Max then began to kiss her neck, as she moaned quietly in pleasure; feeling his magical fingers driving her to new heights of lust, as she began to speed up the pace she was playing with his cock. In return, Max pulled her the dress off her boobs and slid one into his mouth; which combined with sliding a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, made her bite his shoulder to prevent herself screaming with lust. The soft feeling of them in his mouth made Max want to go deeper inside her and Allison’s pussy quivered with delight, lubed up as she was by her own accident; his finger was able to get comfortably inside her by multiple inches and she was convulsing around him. Meanwhile, her hand stroked his cock faster and faster by the second and Max knew he was barely holding on now. Pre-cum was already dripping heavily over her fingers and the situation was just too erotic, too pleasurable; any moment now he was going to lose control. He tried to control his breathing, think calming thoughts; anything to slow his lust down, yet still he felt the tightening in his balls grow ever more intense. Allison for her part was feeling the same, seconds away from what she knew would be the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She felt so naughty. She was exposed, in-public, her wet diaper around her ankles as her crush fingered her accident-soaked, lust-drenched pussy and she played with their cock. She desperately wanted to last longer or at very least, tip Max over the edge first. “Watching you wet your diaper was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” moaned Max, through heavy breaths. “Maybe next time, I’ll do it, in my school uniform” purred Allison, biting his ear. And just like that, Max was gone; grunting in pleasure as his hips thrusted and he began to lose control. His cum began to fly in all directions, most going over Allison’s hand, some on his legs, some on hers; a little on her tits and a splash or two on her cheeks. Max for his part only increased his fingering while losing it, to the point of intensity that Allison simply couldn’t control herself and felt the knot of her stomach break; sending her thundering into the greatest orgasm she’d ever had. Max’s legs trembled as his hot, white spurts of cum continued to fall over Allison’s hand; with her screaming into his shoulder to prevent half-the-city hearing her. Her teeth bit into his shoulder; which only made his own orgasm that more powerful, while Allison’s hips convulsed and her clit throbbed with delight. She’d never experienced so much pleasure in her life. Her entire body felt like it was on fire; yet so alive. She didn’t know anything could feel this good, her own times masturbating looked pathetic next to this and Max felt the same. All the times he’d pleasured himself to Sally’s accident or random girls he’d seen desperate, uninspired internet videos; even his own morning-wood play over Allison’s profile pictures on Facebook, everything seemed weak and tepid next to this level of erotic thrill. Max’s orgasm finally slowed and came to a halt, leaving Allison gently gripping Max’s spent cock; her hand drenched in cum, while Max’s fingers slowly withdrew from Allison, who was still clutching to Max for dear-life, enjoying the incredible warmth of her afterglow. For a minute or two, they sat there; holding each other. Eventually, Allison sat up; looking at the cum dripping off her hand. “It looks like you really needed that” she said, then naughtily licking a big chunk off her hand; enjoying the sweet taste. Max nearly collapsed at the sight of that, yet held together; moaning in pleasure, before retorting: “You were so wet babe; you must have been so desperate”. “I was so desperate”. “For me or the toilet?”. “Both”. They kissed hard for a few seconds more after that, eventually stopping for air; as Alice realised how much cum was on her dress. Using her fingers to wipe it off; before licking as much as she could, Max slid his now finally receding cock back into his pants. Allison pulled her dress back over her boobs; much to Max’s pouting dismay, which she laughed at. “Sorry babe”, she said playfully; kicking the wet diaper off her ankles, then throwing it into the nearby bin. As she did, she made sure to bend over; flashing her bare bum at him. Max raced up behind and smacked her once on the ass, causing her to yelp with pleasure. “You… naughty boy!” she purred. “You were a bad girl” Max retorted. “You needed to be punished”. “Oh, how was I a bad girl?” said Allison; playing innocent. “You couldn’t hold on, like a big girl. You lost control. You had an accident. You wet yourself”. “Oh, I did” agreed Allison. “I couldn’t hold it, I just lost control. I wet myself”. She then whispered into his ear. “You made me be very bad”. Max swore that if it wasn’t for the fact he had literally cum not more than five-minutes ago, he would pin Allison to the ground and rip off her dress; right there and then. “He’s so turned on” thought Allison, loving this power she had over Max. “Come on you” said Allison, offering her hand out to Max. “You still need to get me home safely, like a gentleman. This date isn’t over yet”. Max laughed, then replied: “Of course my lady”, in a deliberately posh voice. The two walked off from the park together, an arm around each other; delighting in each other’s company. They talked of how fun that had been, how it had made them both feel; as well as how lucky they had been not to get caught. However, that last part was not entirely true. For someone Allison knew very well had seen the last part of their date unfold, watching in delight, shock, disgust and then intrigue from the nearby park bushes; unsure of how they felt of what they’d witnessed. Over the coming weeks, a dozen guilty-sessions where she played with herself in bed; fantasising about the two, until she soaked her pyjamas with lust, would tell her exactly how she felt. Meanwhile, yet more happened that night between Allison and Max. They got to the train-station as normally as one would expect; yet from there, the night took a further interesting turn that led to much more pleasure for the two-horny lovebirds. It would be a night the two would remember for years to come, the kind of story that one can’t even tell their closest friends; for they would gape at you in shock, seeing a new side to you as they never expected to see. It would be a night of further self-discovery and fun, erotic thrills and romance, pleasure and playfulness, wetness and horniness. For now, the two young lovers simply strolled through the night; without a care in the world. Allison, a girl who had started the day ashamed of her own body; now relished in the power and lust it could inspire. Max, a boy who had started the day where his greatest wetting memory was from his pre-puberty years, now had a memory that would be the stuff of lust-fuelled dreams for years to come. Together, they would soon bring each other more delight than they could possibly imagine and in time, their little games of wetness would become far greater than they could possibly imagine. Yet that, is a tale for another day. PART III: THE DESPERATE DIAPERED SCHOOLGIRLS Allison Clofield was bored. She was sitting in class, tapping her pencil rhythmically against the table; waiting for the first lesson to start. The substitute teacher was late and while she’d normally be chatting with friends, everyone she liked to hang out with was elsewhere. Her best friend Emily and boyfriend Max were both away on a week-long school sports trip, during which time, she was stuck at school without the two most important people in her life. It was a hot day and Allison took another gulp from her water bottle, though she knew it would be wise to restrict herself. She still had a full lesson until break and with her condition, didn’t want to risk getting too desperate for the toilet. Having been forced to wear diapers for years, ever since a horse riding accident in Arizona, she now had one underneath her long black schoolgirl skirt: The bulky material hid expertly by years of practice and near-misses. Allison would be mortified if anyone at her school found out. Of course, that wasn’t strictly true. Six months ago, she’d gone on a date with her crush; Max Fielding, which had ended up with her diaper being revealed to him near the start of their night out. To her surprise and eternal gratitude, Max hadn’t just been accepting but adoring of it: When public bathrooms being out of use had forced her to have an accident in-front of him, he’d been so turned on that Allison ended up with her diaper around her ankles; rather than a pair of panties, as her date fingered her to the best orgasm of her life. Allison blushed at the memory, realising that one of her classmates had glanced over to her, as she’d been sucking on her water-bottle a little too eagerly. Looking into her textbook with false enthusiasm, she distracted herself from the wait by trying to remind herself that she’d soon have her best friend and boyfriend back; then all would be well. All three of them had their seventeenth birthdays over the next month and she’d promised Max on their first date to one day to wet herself in her school uniform. It wasn’t the worst idea… ‘Attention class!’. Allison was pulled out of her daydream by Mrs. Jamison, their English substitute teacher. However, what had truly caught their attention, was a new student; standing beside her, looking fairly nervous. ‘Everyone, we have a new student! I’d like you all to welcome Kelly Madison to our class!’. Everyone was staring and it wasn’t hard to see why: Kelly was beautiful. Her bright blue eyes and warm smile; only bolstered with cherry red lipstick, would have been enough to win any guy over instantly. However, she also had long dark hair, flowing down to the middle of her back, that made her look like a young model. She was black tights and a long black school skirt, that; despite making everyone else feel generic, somehow only served to highlight her hourglass figure. ‘Damn, she’s gonna have a boyfriend in days, the guys will be all over her! Hell, some of the girls will be too!’ thought Allison, before blushing at her own thoughts. ‘Allison, would you mind showing Kelly around for the day? Make sure she knows where everything is, make her feel safe and welcome?’ asked Mrs. Jamison. ‘Yeah, sure’. Dozens of eyes watched her as she passed by tables, looking uncomfortable at the leering looks she was getting, before taking a seat next to Allison. ‘Hey, nice to meet you!’ said Kelly shyly. ‘You too. I’m Allison Clofield. If you need help with anything, just let me know’. ‘Thanks’. As they began to work, Allison noticed that Kelly was fidgeting; fairly frequently, every few minutes. She would change her seating position, from rested legs, to one crossed, to tightly clasped and then back to relaxed. Recognising the behaviour from her own issues, Allison smiled sympathetically. Kelly obviously had to pee but was too nervous to ask her directly, as a new student; not wanting to cause a fuss. ‘Hey Kelly, don’t worry’ whispered Allison quietly. ‘There’s only twenty minutes left of the lesson. Soon as we’re done, I’ll show you where the toilets are’. TEN MINUTES EARLIER Kelly stood nervously, waiting outside the classroom door; mentally preparing herself to be introduced to a room full of strangers at her new school. That was mentally daunting enough but Kelly had more reason than most to be uncomfortable. As she stood outside the door, she could feel the weight of a white pampers diaper; hidden underneath her skirt. The headmaster had promised her and her parents that she could wear a specially made long skirt, with weights in the fabric, to help avoid anyone seeing it but the school had mistakenly sent her the wrong one in an order mix-up. For the next week, she was going to have to make do with a regular skirt and even worse than that, right now, she realised that she needed to pee. It had all started when she was twelve-years-old. She had been in the backseat of her family’s car, when a dangerous driver had clipped the side of their car; causing them to smash into the highway barrier. Thankfully, no one had been seriously hurt, though Kelly’s father had been seconds away from smashing in the head of the Porsche driver who nearly got his daughter killed. When the cars had collided, Kelly had already been desperate for the toilet; her family heading home from several hours of fun at an arcade with ridiculously long bathroom cues. She’d been tightly holding herself and the force of the impact caused her stretched, tense muscles; along with the shock, to release instantly. Because of what had happened, no-one; not even Kelly, had noticed for several minutes, until a police sheriff offered to have a female officer bring Kelly a change of shorts, gesturing to the large wet-spot on her pink crop shorts. Unfortunately, it was only the start of Kelly’s accidents. The impact had torn dozens of muscles in her bladder and though she was on a special medication that prevented bleeding and was; slowly, healing her, the doctors had told her that she likely wouldn’t be fully healed until the end of 2024, when she was twenty-one. During this time, they had recommended that she wear diapers, to limit the impact of the damage to her bladder on her daily life. Kelly had initially thrown a huge tantrum and refused. However, a series of bedwetting and public accidents; including one at a large superstore, had made her reluctantly go along with it. Over the years she had gotten used to it, though it still made her anxious and it got worse with each passing month; as guys offered her more attention. She knew she was attractive to a lot of people but was deeply afraid of it, as her looks often brought guys with wandering hands, trying to get their hands under her shirt or worse, her skirts, dresses or; where she could, jeans. They were either refused or; in one extreme case, she bit a guy’s hand, after he tried lifting her skirt on several occasions. She knew that just one glimpse of the diapers she wore would turn her into a social pariah, mocked by everyone at school and, now that her dad had moved their family to a new area for work, she couldn’t afford to have a group of strangers find out about her condition. ‘Miss Madison?’. Kelly turned around to see the teacher approaching, smiling sweetly. ‘Are you ready to go in now?’. ‘I-I think so’. ‘Excellent, there’s no need to be shy dearest, the students are all very friendly here. Well… let’s not keep them waiting’. Kelly reluctantly followed Mrs. Jamison inside, as conversations quickly died away upon seeing the teacher; before all eyes turned to her. Immediately, she felt her heartbeat quicken and her nerves were playing hell on her bladder, though she forced herself to stand still, not wanting anyone’s first impression of her to be squirming in desperation for the toilet in front of class. ‘Allison, would you mind showing Kelly around for the day? Make sure she knows where everything is, make her feel safe and welcome?’ ‘Yeah, sure’. Kelly looked towards the girl who’d been assigned to look after her for the day. She had black hair and green eyes, with breasts that made her feel self-conscious for how small her b-cup ones were in contrast. Sitting down next to Allison, she introduced herself. ‘Hey, nice to meet you!’. ‘You too. I’m Allison Clofield. If you need help with anything, just let me know’. ‘Thanks’. ‘God, why did I say NICE TO MEET YOU, that’s so lame’ thought Kelly despairingly. Trying to focus on her work, Kelly found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable, as her damaged bladder began to rapidly fill. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable; to find a good resting position, yet it never made her feel better for long. She knew that; if she lost control, her diaper would absorb leaks and even a full accident. However, the risk of the diaper sagging below her skirt or worse, the sound of her peeing being heard, compelled her to hold on until she could find a bathroom. Even so, it was getting more difficult with every passing minute and she felt herself straining from the pressure… ‘Hey Kelly, don’t worry’. ‘There’s only twenty minutes left of the lesson. Soon as we’re done, I’ll show you where the toilets are’. Kelly turned bright red, horrified that Allison had realised her need to go. ‘Why do you say that?’ she said, laughing to sound dismissive. ‘I don’t need to go. If you want to stop there at break, we can’. Allison also blushed, not wanting to look babyish in front of the new girl. ‘N-no, I’m good, I just thought you might need to, as you were kind of fidgeting’. ‘Oh yeah, nah, I get bored easy with English, you know? Not really my favourite subject’. ‘Yeah, I totally get you. Well, let me show you around anyway, get you used to everywhere’. Kelly had to hide her frustration. She would have much preferred to stay in this classroom during break; focussing on not wetting her diaper, though using the toilets would have been ideal. She could practically see herself doing so: Walking; legs tightly together, through the bathroom door, shutting the cubicle door behind her, squirming for several seconds as she made sure she wouldn’t lose control, then pulling her skirt down to her ankles, unstrapping the diaper and finally, sighing with immense relief as the pee flowed into the ceramic basin. Instead, she was going to have to let she didn’t know lead her around an unfamiliar school and now, she had practically laughed in her face over the idea of using a bathroom anytime soon. Kelly sighed quietly. This was going to be a long day. Twenty minutes later, Allison and Kelly exited the classroom together. Since they had a half-hour break, Allison decided that it would be best to show her around the whole school; finishing at the science block, where they would spend their next two lessons. Both chatted in a friendly manner, however; beneath their smiles, both were growing increasingly frustrated. Allison: (Externally) So, we have history up those stairs with Mr. Romson; at the top of E block, with PSE through there. Kelly: (Externally) Alright, awesome! Where’s geography? Allison: (Internally) There’s five bathrooms in this building alone, FFS! Kelly: (Internally) How many toilets can one school have?! This is torture! Allison: (Externally) Geography’s just through there, then we have water fountains and changing rooms just around C block. Cafeteria’s opposite. Kelly: (Externally) That’s good, after P.E. days, we can grab lunch first. Allison: (Internally) Oh my god, those water fountains are not helping me! Kelly: (Internally) Water fountains?! Is this girl trying to make me wet myself?! What did I do to deserve this? As the two girls continued talking; slowly, signs of their growing desperation began to show. Despite both being petrified of seeming babyish to the other, their bladders were not up to this amount of holding; especially with the added nerves of not being caught, with the resolve of both beginning to crack. As both lent against a wall, chatting, Allison’s legs began to gradually shake. A gentle trembling at first, then more noticeable; to the point that Allison started folding and unfolding her legs, under the guise of being uncomfortable in the heat. Kelly meanwhile; feeling her stomach ache badly, had let her hand subtly fall against her stomach, gently rubbing it where she could to alleviate the pressure. Her heel had also been tapping the gravel pathway repeatedly, as her need to pee grew increasingly dangerous. Kelly was very nervous. While she knew that she couldn’t have a full-blown accident while wearing a diaper, the situation was still precarious. She knew full well just what the social cost to her would be if this was exposed. Two years ago, at her previous school, a guy she had a crush on; Tommy, had found out about her diapers when making out with her against the bike-shed. Kelly had been distracted, her bra pulled to the side and her boobs exposed from inside her unbuttoned school blouse. She hadn’t felt his hand slide underneath her skirt until it was too late. She’d explained everything to Tommy: Her car accident as a kid, why she had to wear them; the whole deal. He’d seemed understanding and had promised her that Kelly’s secret was safe with him. The next day, half-a-dozen boys pulled up her skirt in Maths; Tommy among them, snapping pictures and revealing her secret to the whole school. The bullying had been relentless, with Kelly losing almost all her friends in a matter of hours. No one wanted to be associated with the teenage girl who had to wear diapers. When her father said, around a month later, that they had to move because of his job: Kelly had been delighted. A fresh start. She couldn’t risk messing that up on her first day here. Had Allison known of this, she would have been nothing but sympathetic. She well remembered the first major accident she had after her bladder was damaged, at the sleepover with Emily. Her pink-heart pyjamas had been absolutely drenched after a bedwetting so severe, Emily later admitted that it took her parents two days to clean out her bed. Allison and Emily were childhood friends, yet that incident had shaken even them. When Allison had woken up to soaked pyjamas and a wet bed, Allison remembered that Emily had just stared at her friend in disbelief, watching her sob until the crying attracted Emily’s parents. Seeing how judgmental her best friend had been of the situation, Allison had been unable to speak to her until their parents forced them too; at which point Emily had apologised for acting so awkwardly towards Allison. Even so, it took them months for things to get back to normal and; even though Allison pretended not to, it still hurt how her awkward Emily acted whenever they were out and she needed the bathroom. Allison and Kelly sighed, lost in thought; chewing on a few crackers that Allison had shared. The dry food and memories had briefly distracted them but soon, both were startled by the sound of the school bell: Five minutes till the next lesson. Having heard it before, Allison had been more prepared; only looking up in slight annoyance at having her thoughts interrupted, yet Kelly had been caught off-guard. She felt a cold chill run down her spine, as her least favourite sensation suddenly hit her: A leak burst from her body, soaking the thick material of her white pampers diaper. Clamping her legs tightly together, she cut off the stream; as her body froze up in fear. ‘Are you okay?’ asked Allison, noticing Emily’s sudden lack of movement and worried expression. ‘Y-yeah, I’m good. Can’t believe break’s over. We best get to lessons then’ said Kelly, beginning to walk towards their new block; a little too over-eagerly. Allison frowned. ‘That was odd’ she thought but shrugged it, assuming Kelly was just nervous about getting in trouble. Even so, as they walked, Allison began to notice certain things. Emily’s uneven walk, the hand on her stomach, her eyes looking around for something: They were all things that Allison used to do a lot, especially when she was… ‘Hey, new girl!’. Kelly and Allison turned, seeing a lumbering sixteen-year-old approaching them: Jake Brians. A notorious creep, overweight, cocky and bane of the girls at St. Edwards School, his flirtish banter was hostile and uncomfortable; with his hands often wandering too close to areas he really wasn’t wanted. ‘Nice legs babe, love to see what’s underneath that skirt’ said Jake, with all the charisma of a dead rat. ‘Get lost’ said Kelly, however her words had no strength; still too nervous at being the new kid. Unfortunately, Jake took this as an opportunity and began to approach them. “Come on babe, I could be real nice. Give us a flash’. Jake wagged his finer, as if suggesting he was going to lift up her skirt; with Kelly backing away in fear. Allison; angered by Jake’s disrespect, grabbed his wrist and twisted, hard. Jake moaned in agony, causing several students to look over and laugh; as he stumbled back in pain. ‘Fucking bitch’ he screamed at Allison, who Kelly was staring at in awe. ‘Come near another girl this year Jake and I’ll break it. Let’s go Kelly’. The two girls wandered away, Allison wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulder as they walked past a moaning Jake; still wallowing in self-pity. ‘You okay?’ asked Allison, looking towards Kelly sympathetically. ‘Okay?! I think I’m in love! That was so cool!’. ‘Thanks’ said Allison, blushing at the compliment from Kelly. ‘You just can’t let them push you around, you know? People like that, they never learn; unless you give em something to remember’. ‘I wish I was more confident to do that. I’d have probably made a fool of myself trying that’. ‘Just twist and squeeze, gets rid of any dickheads’. As Kelly and Allison walked to class, laughing and chatting away, now with ease; as if old friends, fate intervened. Passing round a tight outdoor 30-degree walkway, a strong gust of wind raced through and; catching them both totally off guard, blew up both their skirts high, before either could react. Time seemed to slow down for both girls, as each’s eyes raced down to their own legs in panic; before glancing at each other. Allison’s eyed widened, spotting Kelly’s white pampers diaper, sitting snugly underneath a tight pair of pink panties on top. Kelly meanwhile felt all the blood in her body practically rush to her face, as she realised Allison was starting at her diaper; yet then saw the other girl’s own. Kelly stared in shock, unable to believe that somebody else shared her condition, her struggle, her pain. Allison and Kelly stared towards each other as both hurriedly pushed down their skirts, with thankfully no-one else around to see what had just happened. ‘You…’ Allison tailed off. ‘You…’ Kelly tailed off. Suddenly, the bell rang again: 1 minute till lessons. Kelly and Allison knew they didn’t have time to discuss things, so instead, began running to their next class; with both holding their skirts down as they went. Making it into their classroom just in time, their science teacher; Mr. Kensington, turned towards them. ‘Allison, please take your seat at D7, the test will be starting momentarily. Are you Kelly?’. ‘Y-yes sir’. ‘Kelly, since you haven’t revised these topics yet, I won’t be expecting miracles, just give it your best. Take the seat at C7’. Both girls moved to their seats in silence, shooting each other several glances; both wanting to say so much, yet unable to. Once sat down, a timer was started: 2:00:00, 1:59:59, 1:59:58…Their test had begun. Yet neither girl could focus on it. Both were too shocked at what they had just seen. ‘I can’t believe Kelly wears diapers?’. ‘Allison’s like me?’. ‘Kelly must have been lying earlier when she said she didn’t need the toilet. Oh my god, she’s just nervous and I’ve been making her feel like she couldn’t go. How could I be so thick?!’. ‘Allison must have asked earlier if I needed to go, as she knows how it feels! We could have just gone together: She would be the last person to judge me! How could I be such an idiot?!’ ‘Now, she’s stuck in a test…’. ‘Now she’s stuck in a test…’. ‘Now, I’m stuck in a test…’. ‘Now I’m stuck in a test…’. ‘I need the toilet’. If the situation hadn’t been so public, both girls might have laughed. They had socially pressured each other; two people with the same needs, into a place where wetting themselves now was not an option. The room was silent, with not even the hum of a radiator to cover noise. The sound of the pee racing into their diapers; deliberate or accidental, would be noticed instantly. So, both girls resolved to wait for the next… 1:58:52 ‘Fuck’. As the minutes’ ticket by, Kelly and Allison tried to focus on their tests; distracting their brains with a mixture of scientific questions. Physics, reproduction in primates, the chemical compounds of enriched Uranium… none of it helped to distract them. Kelly could feel her bladder swelling, the dull, aching pain in her stomach growing worse, as her legs began to tremble again. She tried lightly swinging them to alleviate the pressure, yet it hardly helped and soon, she was nervously chewing on her pencil. Allison was faring no better. Her tight black skirt rubbed uncomfortably against her stomach and she was sweating, having to stop every few minutes to wipe her brow clean. Hands trembling slightly, she thought about asking the teacher if she; and Kelly too if she could help her, would be allowed to leave. Unfortunately, she knew test policy was not to allow that and Mr. Kensington had no idea of her condition. Only the headmaster and one P.E. teacher knew; the latter having nearly been fired after an incident where she had almost unwittingly revealed Allison’s diapers to the whole class. Mrs. Jones had been given a medical note, instructing her not to make Allison perform any gymnastics or dance lessons; both posing too high a risk for exposure. However, it had been the start of the year and she had forgotten the note; not believing Allison’s ‘medical exemption’ after years of fake student excuses. Her refusal to take part annoyed Mrs. Jones to the point that she had ordered Allison to clear away all the equipment at lesson’s end, something else she had refused to do; as several climbing frames had raised-storage platforms that could have exposed underneath her shorts when climbing a ladder. Fed up with her disobedience, Mrs. Jones had marched Allison to the headmaster’s office, only to be thoroughly chewed up and spit out for her stupidity. Allison had; reluctantly, allowed the teacher to be informed of her condition and since then, Mrs. Jones had been avoiding Allison profusely, humiliated and ashamed of themselves. Neither her, nor the headmaster were running this test however and Allison could feel the desperation growing. Squirming in her seat, trying to find a comfortable spot, she could feel the diaper rubbing against her bum; pressed tight against her by Allison’s fidgeting body. She smiled a little at that. It reminded her of how Max liked to grab her bum when she was wearing her diaper at home. This fond thought distracted her for a while, until a sharp pang of pain ripped through her bladder; causing Allison to have to bite her lip to prevent a moan. Looking up with dread, she saw the timer on the board and her heart sank. 1:24:31 ‘God I have to pee’. Both girls tried to focus on their test, however their growing desperation was completely throwing off any attempts to do so. Kelly’s legs were now shaking badly, though she tried to sit as still as possible, too ashamed to attract attention. That possibility had long since disappeared however, as she squirmed repeatedly; her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. ‘Please, I don’t want to wet myself. Please, please, please”. Kelly repeated this over and over again in her mind, yet the burning pain remained. Suddenly, she felt a spurt burst free from her; soaking into the fabric of her diaper for a full second before she could stop it. The leak made Kelly freeze completely still, while Allison looked up; her blood running cold, fearing Kelly was about to completely break. Several people looked up from their tests, though none looked towards Kelly, as they looked for the source of the sound. ‘Ignore that, it’s just the plumbing. Back to your tests’ said Mr Kensington ignorantly. While Mr. Kensington spoke, Allison used the opportunity to let a small amount leak out from herself. Hot pee flooded her diaper for a merciful two seconds, before she had to clamp her legs tightly shut. She could feel the wet patch in her diaper pushing against her trembling pussy, the piss soaking into her hairy pussy. When she was younger, that sensation of wetting in normal classes used to terrify her. Knowing that she was peeing herself like a little girl, mere ft. away from friends and classmates; it had left her on the verge of panic attacks for a long time. However, in most circumstances apart from these, she had grown used to it. In some, she’d even been able to find enjoyment. Often; when her boyfriend Max walked her home, she’d be desperate to use the toilet, if she hadn’t already used her diaper. If she had, Max would find somewhere private to change her on the way; occasionally taking certain liberties. Allison still blushed at the sight of half-a-dozen public changing rooms where Max’s fingers had found their way between her wet thighs. If she hadn’t and didn’t on the way back to one of their houses, they’d sit and watch a movie or make-out on her bed, Allison squirming on his lap or grinding desperately over his crotch; until she lost control. Whether or not she took off the diaper was dependant on time and if they were alone. If parents were in the house, it stayed on and she would simply let him touch it after; before getting changed in his bedroom’s en-suite. But if they were alone, then things often got much more wild. Sometimes, she’d change into a thin pair of underwear: Blue nylon, red thongs, white cotton, before dancing in front of him from desperation. He’d slide his large, throbbing cock out of his pants and Allison would feel herself get more and more turned on, encouraging him with dirty talk. She’d tell him how desperate she felt, how close she was to having an accident, his favourite expression being to hear her say: ‘I’m going to wet myself’. He’d cum more than once from that alone in the early days of their relationship and even after a while, watching Allison’s shivering, desperate body finally lose control, watching pee burst through her clenched fingers, soaking her panties and rolling down her legs in huge streams of wetness: It was often more than he could take. Allison would feel his cum cover her, streaking hot white strands over her legs, panties, face, shirt; boobs if she was shirtless, as well as all over the room. She loved the feeling of being covered in his cum, though knew that he went crazy if she swallowed and so, had let him cum down her throat many times, sliding his long manhood into her hot wet mouth, allowing him to burst and release inside her. If Allison couldn’t swallow it all, she’d have him finish the rest onto her tits; then lick it off afterwards. Max did not lack in generosity as a boyfriend. After she’d pleasured him, he always made sure to do the same for her and had driven her to more body-shattering orgasms than she could count. She woke up most days smiling when she thought of him, thrilled she had a boyfriend who had turned her frustrating condition into something so enjoyable. Even so, the thought of being exposed for not only wearing but wetting a diaper, at school; in a test, did not appeal to her in the slightest. She also was determined that it wouldn’t happen to Kelly: She’d been tasked with looking after her and she obviously shared her problems for a similar reason. Allison would not let humiliation befall either of them. She looked at the classroom board and gritted her teeth. 51:39 ‘I can make it’ said Allison, repeating it in her mind; over and over. ‘I can make it’. Kelly was telling herself similar mantras of determination and though both their desperation grew steadily worse, they continued to hold out; stubbornly, forcing themselves through, minute-by-minute, seconds at a time, just trying to hold out until lunch. 58, 50, 45, 35, 30, 20, 10… Those last few minutes proved to be the greatest agony; for both girls. Having given up even attempting to do their tests more than half-an-hour ago, Kelly and Allison were planning how quickly they could get to the nearest bathrooms, where they were; how much they could hold themselves without attracting too much attention. ‘I can do this’ thought Allison. ‘I can do this’ thought Kelly. Even so, their bodies looked far less sure. Kelly’s long legs were now practically bound together; wrapped like a spider’s web, shivering with a burning desperation and desire to pee. She had one hand tightly between her thighs, gripping her skirt and panties, pulling them against her clit intensely; trying to relax any of the agonising tension she felt. Allison meanwhile was fidgeting wildly, her bum wriggling repeatedly on her seat, as she practically chewed through her pencil in nervousness; leaving a dozen bite marks on it. Her large breasts were shaking, as were her hands and arms, her entire body fighting against itself. It felt like there was a burning red hot ball of lead in her bladder, scorching every muscle; desperate to force itself out. Both girls shivered with desperation, terrified that they wouldn’t be able to make the final few minutes. At any moment, they feared that awful sound of hissing, pee flooding into their thick wet, white pampers diapers, their classmates’ heads turning, everyone looking to see a student peeing, seeing nothing; their confusion for a brief moment, before the realisation came. Allison and Kelly could hear the laughter, the shock, the insults, all of it, as they fought desperately to hold on just a little bit longer… DING! Both girls were interrupted from their desperate trance, each of them spurting again briefly into their diapers, as a beeping sound filled the room; drowning out their leaks. ‘Alright, time’s up. The test is over, no more answers permitted. Place your pencils down and exit the class in an orderly fashion’. Mr Kensington’s words were spoken with boring, apathetic precision; having repeated them countless times before. To Allison and Kelly however, they could not have sounded sweeter and both turned to look at each other. Their eyes met and they nodded at each other. As people moved to the exit, Kelly and Allison rushed together; among the first to leave, before speed-walking close together, practically shoulder-to-shoulder, practically looking like old friends with how close together they were standing. ‘Allison, where are the toilets?’ asked Kelly desperately, any pretence of hiding her desperation; gone. ‘Two blocks from here, follow me’ said Allison. ‘Fuck, it hurts so much’ moaned Kelly quietly, tears in her eyes. ‘I don’t know if I can make it’. ‘We can do this, I promise’ said Allison reassuringly, though she couldn’t promise anything for herself either. The two tried to continue walking quickly to the block but it was hopeless. Their desperation had grown too great and they were reduced to awkwardly shuffling forward, a few steps at a time, before having to stop, leaning against a fence, wall or post, crossing their legs, hands buried in their skirts; only avoiding doing full pee-pee dances for the risk of nearby students spotting them. ‘Fuck’ moaned Kelly desperately, as another stream burst into her diaper. ‘I can’t do this’. ‘Come on, we’re nearly there’. Through sheer willpower alone, the two girls made it to H block; where the nearest bathrooms were. To make the final steps, they had to pass through a hallway; filled with two dozen milling students, where they couldn’t show any signs of visible desperation, lest they attract attention. Kelly; looking despondent at this, was only calmed when Allison interlocked their hands together and the two girls began walking through the hallway, gripping each other for support. With each step, the pain of being unable to hold their stomachs or between the legs, caused both of them untold agony. The pain was nearly unbearable and they were turning each other’s hands white, gripping them to the point of painfulness, yet it was ironically, the only relief they had. Just twenty more steps. Fifteen. Ten… ‘I’m so close’. ‘I’m so close’. ‘We’ve made i-NO!!!’. That last thought was simultaneous and equally as devastating for both girls. ‘THIS BATHROOM IS OUT OF ORDER’. Allison stared at the sign in shock and rage, freezing still, while tears rolled down Kelly’s face; her whole body vibrating with desperation. Her source of relief snatched away at the last minute, she couldn’t bear to hold on any longer. ‘Allison… I can’t hold on. I’m… wetting myself’. The words were practically a whisper; unheard by anyone else, yet Allison acted fast. Doing the only thing she could think of, she pulled Kelly and herself into a classroom; just as she felt the knot of tension in her own stomach break. As the door shut behind them, Allison turned around fearfully, knowing that if anyone was in her; they were about to be exposed to dozens of students. Fearfully lifting her eyes, Allison felt herself gasp with relief as she looked in front of her: Empty. One second later, Allison Clofield and Kelly Madison began to wet themselves. A loud hissing sound filled the room, both girls shaking with desperate relief, as hot pee flooded from their bodies. Hours of water bottles, sweat and stress poured out in-between their legs, soaking the thick material of the pampers instantly, causing each of their diapers to expand. Kelly began to cry, overwhelmed by emotion; unused to wetting herself in front of people, though she’d have been 1000x more horrified if it was anyone but Allison. Even so, sobs of emotion wracked her body, convulsions causing wave after wave of shivering to pass through. Both of their diapers were beginning to sag, the golden floods showing little sign of stopping. Kelly’s trimmed, hairless pussy caused the streams to burst through more intensely, though only the bottom half of her pussy was now soaking, while Allison’s hairier one left her feeling drenched at every part of her body below her thighs and above the knees. She could feel the pulsating feeling against her clit, the relief sending pleasurable tingles throughout her body, as her nipples hardened from relief alone. ‘God I’m getting as bad as Max’ thought Allison, feeling the wetness spread through her diaper. ‘He’d be so horny right now. Two girls wetting themselves into diapers. He’d have us both naked in seconds’. The thought of Kelly naked and; strangely, being fucked against the wall by her boyfriend sent a bolt of pleasure through Allison’s body, nearly making her cum on the spot, causing her to blush with embarrassment. Kelly meanwhile, was lost to thought at all, simply savouring; yet despairing, at the relief she was now feeling. It made her feel weak and childish to be having such a public accident, even if only one other was watching. She’d worked so hard over the years to avoid this kind of problem, yet here she was; first day at a new school, already suffering her most public accident in years. It was humiliating and she continued to cry, falling onto her knees, as her diaper began to heavily sag. Allison moaned in relief as she began to slowly feel her wetting come to a stop, her diaper having expanded massively and now wet to the touch. A few streams were still coming through, here and there, but her legs were now beginning to stop shaking and she could feel the fog of desperation and relief in her mind begin to clear. Finally, able to think properly again, she saw Kelly crying in front of her and approached, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder; as the girl finished her accident. Kelly’s diaper had taken a rougher beating. Her accident was still going strong and; unable to contain any further flooding, was now spilling her pee onto the floor. Allison saw a small puddle expand around Kelly’s legs, soaking her tights and legs, as Allison thought fast and quickly pulled Kelly’s skirt up higher; preventing it from being splashed by pee. A few moments later, the new girl’s wetting finally slowed and then, seconds after, halted entirely, leaving Kelly; a sobbing wreck, sitting in a puddle of her own urine, having wet her diaper, soaked herself and leaving a wet mess on the floor. ‘It’s okay’ said Allison soothingly, rubbing her shoulders. ‘I won’t tell anyone. I lost control too, you don’t have to be scared’. ‘I’m such a fucking baby’ said Kelly, still too frustrated to focus on anything except her embarrassing loss of control. ‘No you’re not, you held on for hours and no one else saw’. ‘I’m covered in pee!’ she protested. ‘Everyone’s going to see’. ‘Stand up’ said Allison gently. Kelly did not move, still wallowing in self-pity. ‘Kelly, stand up. I can help’ said Allison soothingly, though more firmly. This time, Kelly seemed to hear her and did as she was asked. Allison stared at her for a moment. Kelly’s eyes were puffy red, her shoulders sagged and body hunched with exhaustion. Pee was dripping off her legs and tights, yet her skirt and even her shoes were mostly fine, which Allison knew would be the key. Moving Kelly out of the puddle, she took off the girl’s shoes and; with her permission, removed her soaking tights, stuffing them into a corner of her own backpack. Then, she removed a packet of tissues and quickly wiped down Kelly’s legs, clearing them of pee and dripping streaks on her shoes and socks. After a handful of minutes, Kelly didn’t even look like she’d had an accident at all; much to her shock. ‘You’re so much better at this recovery stuff than I am’ snivelled Kelly. ‘I’m used to it, me and my boyfriend know how to clean ourselves up quickly’. ‘Your boyfriend? He wears diapers too?’. Allison blushed, realising that she had revealed her and Max’s activities. She considered lying but; considering how much Kelly had already seen and done, figured that was unnecessary. ‘No, he, um… he likes it’. ‘Likes what?’. ‘He likes that I wear them. Diapers, I mean. He likes that I get desperate. He even likes when I wet myself’. Allison cringed, preparing for Kelly to call her a freak but the word’s never came. Instead, Kelly stared in awe. ‘God, I wish I had a boyfriend like that’ admitted Kelly. ‘My ex Tommy revealed I wore diapers to everyone at my old school. It’s part of why we moved’. ‘Kelly, I’m so sorry’ said Allison, appalled. ‘He’s a piece of shit but I promise, there’s guys out there who aren’t such assholes’. ‘I hope so’ smiled Kelly at the thought. ‘What are we going to do about these?’. ‘We’d best get changed somewhere else’ said Allison. ‘Someone could still come in here at any moment, its best if we find some working toilets somewhere else’. Kelly nodded. ‘What about the puddle?’. Allison thought for a moment, then looked through the classroom’s rubbish bin. Finding a half empty water bottle, she poured the rest onto the puddle; then left the bottle next to the puddle, the lid dropped next to it. ‘Allison, you’re a genius’ beamed Kelly, smiling passionately for the first time in hours. Allison blushed modestly, as the two girls began walking towards the disabled bathrooms; halfway across the school, where they could freshen up in a more secluded area. They mostly walked in silence, happy to have each other’s company, feeling mutually safe with someone they could trust. However, towards the end, Kelly asked something that took Allison’s breath away. ‘Hey Allison?’. ‘Yeah Kelly?’. ‘I… I kind of need a favour’. ‘Well… I’m not used to changing myself when this… wet and I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it properly’. ‘Oh’. ‘Yeah… would you mind… changing me?’. The words sent a chill down Allison’s spine and practically hardened her nipples in seconds. The thought of sliding Kelly’s sodden, pee-soaked diaper, carefully down her legs; where moving it too quickly could re-soak her, was unbelievably erotic to Allison. She didn’t know what Kelly’s pussy looked like but she wanted to see it: Wet, dripping with pee, more than anything right now. Her face turned bright red from her own dirty-mindedness. What would Max think if he could see her right now? ‘He’d love this’ thought Allison. ‘I’m sorry, that was totally weird, I shouldn’t have asked, I-’. ‘No, please, Kelly, don’t apologise’ said Allison sweetly. Kelly looked towards her, as Allison smiled. ‘I’d be happy to change you’. THE END Edited April 29, 2021 by Jane Jones (see edit history) Alltheomorashi, Ironylord, For The Peeple and 8 others 9 2 Quote Link to comment
mipmixer 44 Posted April 30, 2021 Share Posted April 30, 2021 Wow! This is one of the best stories on the site, not even kidding. Absolutely fantastic. Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
Ironylord 21 Posted April 30, 2021 Share Posted April 30, 2021 This is *amazing*. There's nothing better than two kinky people finding each other. 1Joff, Ultima01 and Jane Jones 1 1 1 Quote Link to comment
Jane Jones 314 Posted April 30, 2021 Author Share Posted April 30, 2021 4 hours ago, mipmixer said: Wow! This is one of the best stories on the site, not even kidding. Absolutely fantastic. AWWWWWW! Thank you so much, that means the world! 😍 Quote Link to comment
Bedwettingchik12 322 Posted May 1, 2021 Share Posted May 1, 2021 That was easily one of the best stories I read on here!! So fantastic!! Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted May 2, 2021 Share Posted May 2, 2021 Oh, my, that as great! Very well written, can't wait for the next chapter! Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
1Joff 2 Posted May 4, 2021 Share Posted May 4, 2021 On 5/1/2021 at 1:20 AM, Ironylord said: This is *amazing*. There's nothing better than two kinky people finding each other. Literally the best 🤯 Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
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scinosensation 543 Posted May 7, 2021 Share Posted May 7, 2021 On 4/29/2021 at 6:31 AM, Jane Jones said: THE END I fervently hope the above quotation is not true! Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
Jane Jones 314 Posted May 16, 2021 Author Share Posted May 16, 2021 On 4/30/2021 at 8:50 PM, Ironylord said: This is *amazing*. There's nothing better than two kinky people finding each other. Thank you and agreed! On 5/1/2021 at 3:47 AM, Bedwettingchik12 said: That was easily one of the best stories I read on here!! So fantastic!! That means the world, thank you so, so much! On 5/5/2021 at 11:40 PM, DiaperedBoy52 said: i came so hard to this That's hot, I'm thrilled it pleased you so much! On 5/7/2021 at 1:06 AM, scinosensation said: I fervently hope the above quotation is not true! Only time will tell. 😉 DiaperedBoy52 1 Quote Link to comment
Emily Gold 57 Posted May 19, 2021 Share Posted May 19, 2021 (edited) This was absolutely amazing! Definitely one of the best I’ve seen on here, loving how you write! Wasn’t excited before but now I’m dripping 😅 please please triple please don’t end it there and write more! Edited May 19, 2021 by Emily Gold (see edit history) Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
Jane Jones 314 Posted May 19, 2021 Author Share Posted May 19, 2021 3 minutes ago, Emily Gold said: This was absolutely amazing! Definitely one of the best I’ve seen on here, loving how you write! Wasn’t excited before but now I’m dripping 😅 Thank you so much and you've no idea how much it turns me on to hear that! I love getting people excited with my stories, so feel free to always leave EXTRA-DETAILED comments about how it pleases you, I'm not shy. 🤣🥰 Think I might need to change my knickers now, thinking about your excitement. 😊 Quote Link to comment
Emily Gold 57 Posted May 19, 2021 Share Posted May 19, 2021 I’ll keep that in mind 😁. May have to do it directly though, I’m shy in public 😉 Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
Jane Jones 314 Posted May 19, 2021 Author Share Posted May 19, 2021 2 minutes ago, Emily Gold said: I’ll keep that in mind 😁. May have to do it directly though, I’m shy in public 😉 I hope you do. 😉 😍 Quote Link to comment
infinitydriftr 24 Posted June 3, 2021 Share Posted June 3, 2021 Aw man, I really hope that this isn't the end! I want to see more of what happens to Allison and Max and now Kelly. Your writing is actually what made me decide to stop being a lurker and start working on some of my own DL fiction. Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
Jane Jones 314 Posted June 4, 2021 Author Share Posted June 4, 2021 9 hours ago, infinitydriftr said: Aw man, I really hope that this isn't the end! I want to see more of what happens to Allison and Max and now Kelly. Your writing is actually what made me decide to stop being a lurker and start working on some of my own DL fiction. Aww, thank you; I'm honoured to have done that for you! 🥰🙂 Quote Link to comment
wizard-jenkins 36 Posted June 11, 2021 Share Posted June 11, 2021 This needs more parts. Jane Jones 1 Quote Link to comment
Jane Jones 314 Posted June 11, 2021 Author Share Posted June 11, 2021 13 hours ago, wizard-jenkins said: This needs more parts. Thank you! 🥰 Quote Link to comment
Pantywetter77 323 Posted January 7, 2022 Share Posted January 7, 2022 Omg this story is so hot, it got me so wet and turned on I had to have a play Quote Link to comment
RandomGuy1 7 Posted January 15, 2022 Share Posted January 15, 2022 Holy moly, this is so hot! If I weren't chafed rn and could fully rub myself, I'd have came hard halfway through this! I really hope there'll be more parts to this! Quote Link to comment
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