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This is my first story I’ve written here. This part contains desperation and wetting. Future parts will have messing and diapers. 

 

Part 1

 

Hi, I’m an 18 year old boy in my final year of High School. Anyway, I’m not here to describe myself all that much because I think it’s my twin sister, Sarah’s story that you’ll want to read.

 

My sister and I are in the same year in school but hang around with friendship groups that are worlds apart. She’s in the stereotypical popular girl group which has led to my far less popular and thus considerably less attractive friends relentlessly teasing me over all the things they’d love to do to my sister. 

 

Even though she’s my sister, and I’ll never be sexually or romantically attracted to her, Sarah is clearly the most attractive girl in the school. She’s about 5ft 6 with wavy, dirty blonde hair, green eyes and a great body with perfect proportions everywhere that mattered. Although she’s my twin, we look nothing alike. Im 6ft 1 with black hair and blue eyes and I would say I’m pretty average looking. It was nice of her to take all the good genes!

 

Despite us being opposites in looks, we actually get on really well with each other. We tell each other everything and pretty much always sit next to each other on the bus to and from school. The start of this story takes place on one pretty fateful bus journey home. 

 

It had been a fairly average Friday at school, grey, rainy clouds in the sky and I couldn’t wait to just get home. I was sitting on the bus wondering where Sarah was. Just a minute before the bus left, I saw Sarah get on. She hobbled down to the back of the bus looking for where I was and sat down next to me once she found me. Something wasn’t right with her. 

 

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, cutting right to the chase as we always did with each other. 

 

“Sorry! I wanted to go to the ladies before we left but it was too busy. I’m bursting to go to the toilet,” she said, shaking her right leg up and down. 

 

The conversation ended pretty quickly after that and I stared out the window on the way home trying not to focus on her shaking. 5 minutes away from home though, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. She was clearly desperate, more desperate than I had ever seen anyone before. 

 

“Do you think you can hold it?”

 

“Not for much longer,” Sarah said with tears clearly forming her eyes and sweat on her brows. 

 

Shortly after that, the bus arrived at our stop and we were the only people to get off. Our house was about a 2 minute walk from here but I could tell this was going to be a struggle. We walked (Sarah was speed walking) in silence until she quickly said

 

“I’m gonna sprint home. Spurts are already coming out!” 

 

She sprinted ahead and just as she was out of sight I suddenly came to a sickening  realisation: I had our only key! I took off after her as fast as I could. I really wanted her to make it. There was no telling what Mom would do if she saw Sarah had wet herself. 

 

Once I reached the house, I knew I was too late. Sarah was standing in the garden, looking down while facing the house but I could see the bum of her light blue jeans darken at a rapid rate. She was helplessly peeing herself. As she was doing that, I walked past her and opened the door. I turned around and saw her crying her eyes out. I felt so bad for her. At least she had peed standing over the already wet grass so no one would see an oddly placed wet spot on the ground. 

 

“Come on, let’s go in and you can clean up before Mom gets back,” I said sympathetically while ushering Sarah into the house. 

 

“Oh God!” She said through her tears. “I can’t have her find out about this. She’ll give me a crazy, awful punishment that no normal parent would give their child. Just like she does whenever we do anything wrong,” Sarah continued. 

 

As I was about to shut the door, we heard the all too familiar sound of Mom’s SUV pulling into the driveway. 

 

This was going to be BAD for both of us, not just Sarah because usually Mom’s punishments impact the two of us. 

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I hope that was enjoyable. Please let me know if you want part 2!

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On 5/18/2021 at 3:44 PM, FR123FR said:

“Oh God!” She said through her tears. “I can’t have her find out about this. She’ll give me a crazy, awful punishment that no normal parent would give their child. Just like she does whenever we do anything wrong,” Sarah continued.

I enjoyed this first chapter overall, but I can't help feel like this line is just a bit too on the nose, unless this is going to be a parody of the usual sorts of stories, in which case that's probably fine.

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6 hours ago, FittedForMe said:

I enjoyed this first chapter overall, but I can't help feel like this line is just a bit too on the nose, unless this is going to be a parody of the usual sorts of stories, in which case that's probably fine.

Sorry, this is my first time writing anything like this. I’m just trying to get across how this mother is absurd with punishments to set up future parts. Do you have any suggestions to write it a bit better?

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This part will be relatively short. Please give whatever feedback you can good or bad. I really want to improve as this story goes on. 

 

Part 2

 

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Sarah muttered quickly. “What should I do?” She asked me. 

 

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do, she’s definitely seen you,” I shrugged. 

 

I felt really bad for Sarah’s predicament but I couldn’t help feeling quite mad that she couldn’t hold her pee for two more minutes. I didn’t know how bad Mom would punish Sarah for this but I knew that I would suffer from it too. 

 

It didn’t take long to figure out that Mom was in a foul mood. She climbed out of the car with her bag in her arms and slammed the car door shut all in one motion. She stormed into the house and immediately all hell broke loose. Sarah’s face was already red from her tears and embarrassment from a few minutes ago and it didn’t take long for Mom to make more tears come. 

 

“I tried to go at school but there wasn’t enough time before the bus left. It was an accident! I’m so sorry Mom, please don’t be mad at me.”

 

“That apology was pathetic,” I thought. “Surely she knew she wasn’t going to get away with this by trying to get some sympathy from Mom.”

 

“Not only have you embarrassed me by pissing yourself in the garden, you also have the nerve to cry like a baby standing in your pissed pants?” Mom asked rhetorically while visibly stressed. “You couldn’t hold your piss in for another minute? Is there something wrong with you?”

 

I prayed that this wouldn’t turn into a long rant. Thankfully Sarah started talking again. 

 

“This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. I normally go at the end of school but class ended late and I had to make the bus. It’ll never happen again, I promise Mom.”

 

Mom was clearly about to furiously respond but suddenly stopped herself. A thought had definitely occurred to her, one that I knew almost certainly had to do with Sarah’s punishment. 

 

“I’m going to run to the store real quick. You are to stay right where you are, standing, no sitting. Darren, use your phone to record Ms. Pissy-pants so I can see she hasn’t moved. I want the recording to be from when I shut that door until I open it again. Is that clear?”

 

“Yes Mom,” I said, reluctantly taking my phone out. 

 

Sarah just slightly nodded her head in shame. 

 

The door shut and just as I was about to hit record, Sarah said something I really didn’t want to hear about for a long time. 

 

“Darren, I still need to pee. Badly!” She added. 

 

Could this day get any worse? Yes, yes it definitely could. 

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I know this is probably annoying but please let me know any improvements or of any suggestions you have for the story. 

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15 hours ago, FR123FR said:

Sorry, this is my first time writing anything like this. I’m just trying to get across how this mother is absurd with punishments to set up future parts. Do you have any suggestions to write it a bit better?

Maybe instead of: “I can’t have her find out about this. She’ll give me a crazy, awful punishment that no normal parent would give their child. Just like she does whenever we do anything wrong.”

Instead write: "I can’t have her find out about this. You know how she gets whenever we do something she doesn't like. She'll blow it all out of proportion, and we'll both get roped into it. You know we will."

This gets the same point across, that the mother has a history of reacting poorly to things that displease her, and will likely punish both the son and the daughter in an unusually harsh way.

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2 hours ago, FittedForMe said:

Maybe instead of: “I can’t have her find out about this. She’ll give me a crazy, awful punishment that no normal parent would give their child. Just like she does whenever we do anything wrong.”

Instead write: "I can’t have her find out about this. You know how she gets whenever we do something she doesn't like. She'll blow it all out of proportion, and we'll both get roped into it. You know we will."

This gets the same point across, that the mother has a history of reacting poorly to things that displease her, and will likely punish both the son and the daughter in an unusually harsh way.

That’s much better yeah. Thanks for your help!

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Part 3

 

We were standing in silence in the hallway for a good five minutes. Neither of us wanted to say anything that Mom would hear on the recording. It was clear that Sarah was trying to hide her desperate need to pee. Her legs were tightly squeezed together. Her previously light blue jeans still had a darker shade all around the crotch area. The room was annoyingly starting to smell like pee. With Sarah’s desperation quickly growing, I decided to start a conversation to distract her.

 

“So, what do you think your punishment will be?”

 

“I honestly haven’t thought about it. I’m focussing on just holding this pee in!” Sarah responded.

 

“How can you possibly still need to pee?” I asked, my patience running slightly thin.

 

“I only peed like three quarters of what I was holding. I stopped peeing myself once I got an ounce of control back. Speaking of my punishment though, what could Mom possibly need from the store?”

 

“I don’t know to be honest. She is going out with her friends tonight. Maybe she just wants you to stand here longer in your wet clothes, all embarrassed and fearing what she might do.” I said, thinking out loud.

 

“I’m definitely not getting off that easy Darren! Even if she isn’t getting anything from the store, my punishment is no where near over.”

 

The conversation began to dry up just then, as did Sarah’s jeans. I couldn’t imagine how rotten she must be feeling with them clinging onto her legs, constantly reminding her of what she did, and what she was trying not to do again. Her need for the toilet was worsening every few minutes. Her hands were now firmly jammed between her legs. It was so bad, I was actually hoping for Mom to come home soon, just to give Sarah some much-needed relief and privacy. Little did I know that she wouldn’t be getting those anytime soon.

 

Nearly ten minutes later, Mom pulled into the driveway. I could vaguely see her pull a package from the car with a smug look on her face. She walked into the house and that was when I saw them. Surely not. There was no way she had bought diapers. This had to be a joke, she must have lost her mind.

 

“Oh good, you’re still here.” Mom said in a sarcastically cheerful voice. That mocked cheerfulness quickly disappeared when she saw Sarah still pee dancing. “Please don’t tell me you still need to pee. You’re eighteen years old for F sake.”

 

Sarah had fresh tears in her eyes once again. I really felt bad for her. She never usually cried. Even as kids, I was the one who cried more often. But today was definitely a step too far for her. Even the most mentally resilient people would struggle to get through the day she had.

 

“Mom, please can I go to the toilet, please?”

 

Only in our house could an eighteen year old woman have to ask to go to the toilet.

 

“Sure you can sweetie!” Mom said with her cheerful act back on. “Right after we begin your punishment.”

 

Sarah’s face dropped to a new low just then. I had never seen her so exasperated yet so dejected.

 

“Come on Sarah, follow me up to my room. Let’s get your diaper on you! Darren I want you to follow us and keep filming as we go.”

 

I really thought Sarah would object to wearing a diaper but clearly she knew better than to go against one of Mom’s punishments. She began following Mom up the stairs with both hands between her legs and I followed her timing them on their way up. This was the first time since out in the garden that I could see the back of Sarah’s accident. The lower end of her jeans were dry but I could have sworn that I had seen the back of her crotch begin to glisten again with fresh wetness, right behind where her hands were. She was reaching the point of no return for the second time in just over an hour.

 

Once we reached Mom’s room, I made the mistake of stopping the recording and began walking towards my room, thinking my part in this nightmare was over.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mom barked.

 

“Sorry, I didn’t think you needed me anymore.”

 

“I’ll tell you when I don’t need you. Now get over here and keep filming. I want you to stand behind me and film the entire process of me putting Sarah in her diaper.”

 

Both Sarah and I grimaced. Me because I was completely grossed out now that I would have to film my sister’s naked lower half and Sarah, because she desperately needed to pee.

 

Mom laid a towel out on the bed for Sarah to lie on. She then yanked her wet jeans down and told Sarah to lie on the towel. Sarah was wearing grey cotton panties that were clearly soaked. She lay down on the towel with her hands still firmly placed between her legs. Mom pulled her hands away and then forced her grey panties down. I was surprised to see a decent amount of light-brown pubic hair cover my sister’s privates. Mom then told Sarah to lift her legs up and wide apart like a “V” shape. I had just seen way more of my sister than any sane person would want to see of their sibling. With her legs up like that, I could even see her butthole. I really wanted to turn away but my body wouldn’t respond. I was in near shock. Mom placed the diaper under Sarah’s butt and then told her to let her legs down.

 

With the diaper under her legs, Sarah began to lower her legs but suddenly gasped. She started peeing in gushes while the diaper was still open! Mom quickly pulled the front of the diaper up and held it as tightly around Sarah’s waist as she could. It wasn’t even taped up. All while Sarah was still uncontrollably peeing!

 

Time stood still as Sarah peed her diaper while looking like she was having an orgasm. Mom turned to me and said:

 

“You can stop the recording, now you have to learn how to change a diaper because that’s what you’ll be doing tonight while I’m gone out.”

 

Could this day get any worse?

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Sorry about the delay. I have a plan of wrapping up this story by the end of part 5 so please leave any suggestions to let the story end better. 

 

Part 4

 

After Mom taught me how to change Sarah’s diaper, she ushered us out of her room so she could get ready for her night out. I didn’t even look at Sarah as I walked into my room and lay in my bed barely processing what had happened in the last hour. If I had looked, I would’ve seen an incredibly popular and attractive 18 year old woman standing in a diaper with her cheeks covered by dried tears. She looked like a baby. 

 

I spent the next hour doing my homework for the weekend in an effort to forget everything about this afternoon. As I was finishing up my History questions, I heard a faint knock on my door. 

 

“Mom wants to talk to us in the kitchen,” Sarah told me, dejectedly. 

 

She still looked really upset but at least now, she was washed and changed. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and army-green baggy sweatpants. I wouldn’t have been able to know she was in a diaper if I hadn’t seen so earlier. 

 

I dropped my pen and followed her down the stairs. We were greeted by Mom standing in the kitchen, in a tight black dress that she was too old to be wearing if I say so myself. She told us to take a seat at the table. 

 

While looking at me, she said: “As you know, Darren, your sister is to wear and use her diapers tonight and you are to change her. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes,” I nodded quickly. 

 

“I won’t be back until around midnight so you will definitely have to use it, don’t bother trying to hold it because as we saw earlier, you can’t,” she continued, now angrily staring at Sarah. “Any grown up that has an accident like you should be put in diapers.”

 

Sarah went red with embarrassment and shifted in the chair uncomfortably. I almost laughed when I heard the diaper crinkle as she moved in the chair. Luckily for me, I managed not to. 

 

“I’m leaving you $30 to get dinner between the two of you. I’ll see you both later or tomorrow.”

 

With that, Mom left and walked down the street towards her friends house. 

 

“So can you just change yourself when you need to?” I asked Sarah. 

 

“No,” she sighed. “Mom told me we need video evidence of you *changing me*.” Sarah said using her fingers as quotation marks. 

 

“What does she even benefit from that? This is more a punishment for me if you think about it.”

 

“You’re not the one that has to piss themselves in a diaper and your sibling being the one who changes it, are you?” Sarah retorted. 

 

“Fair enough,” I conceded. “What do you want for dinner?”

 

“Mexican food?” Sarah suggested

 

“No chance!” I laughed. “I know how your stomach reacts to that. Im not wiping your ass for you! We’ll get pizza.”

 

Sarah laughed in response to that and agreed. It was nice to see her smile after the rough day she’d had. 

 

I ordered a large pepperoni pizza and two cans of soda. About 25 minutes later, the food arrived. We ate at the table and after that I played video games in the lounge while Sarah sat on the couch browsing Instagram. 

 

Midway through a game, I turned around and saw Sarah sitting uncomfortably and guessed she needed to pee. I ignored her and continued on with my game trying to forget what was happening behind me. 

 

15 minutes later, my game had ended and I got up to go to the toilet. I turned and looked at Sarah. She was clearly desperate. 

 

“Why are you holding it? You know you’ll have to pee in the diaper eventually.”

 

“I know that. I just don’t want to have to have you change me, for both our sakes.”

 

“I know it’s not your fault. I won’t be mad and I’ll just try to change you as quickly as possible while doing my best not to look at your you-know-whats.”

 

With that, Sarah stood up. She began to pull her sweatpants down. 

 

“Why are you doing that?” I asked, shocked. 

 

“In case it leaks. I don’t want anymore wet clothes.”

 

I nodded, understanding her reasoning. 

 

“Erm Darren, can you look away please?” Sarah asked. 

 

I turned to face the TV and a few seconds later, I could hear a faint hissing noise as Sarah let her pee out. 

 

About 30 seconds later, Sarah let out a slight groan of relief as she finished peeing. This was quickly followed by a loud fart. 

 

“Sorry!” Sarah said, with her face reddening. 

 

“It’s fine,” I chuckled. “As long as you don’t have to poop that is.”

 

“No, I don’t. Thank God.” She said. 

 

“I think it might be better if I change you next time you pee, rather than have to each time you have to go.”

 

“Whatever makes you comfortable, I guess,” Sarah answered. “Besides, I know this sounds weird but it feels really nice and warm down there.”

 

I cringed in disgust and returned to my video game. 

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Please give me your thoughts on that part. I hope you liked it!

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  • 2 weeks later...

Ah. Lol I always hope this kind of batshit insane narcissistic parents doesn't exist in real life but they're sure an important trope of ABDL stories. 

This had a great start and it's getting even better.

I really love that last thing Sarah said.  It's so good to see the apprehension and disgust turn into indifference, and then even enjoyment. After all, she is right. It does feel nice and warm. The best thing you can do is admit it.

Also I saw the messing tag and I'm getting excited about it. That fart was a good omen 😛

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Once again, sorry for taking so long. Thanks for all the replies and interactions!

 

Part 5:

 

Another 30 minutes passed and by then, I had gotten bored of my video game. I put “The Office” on for background noise and sat on the couch next to Sarah. No more than 5 minutes later, I noticed Sarah shifting uncomfortably once again. 

 

“Do you seriously need to go again?” I asked, breaking the silence. 

 

With that Sarah was swiftly brought back to reality after being on her phone for a good while. 

 

“Oh. Yeah. Kinda,” she replied. 

 

Once again, Sarah stood up and pulled her sweatpants down. This time she was in between me and the TV so I didn’t know where to look. I tried to go on my phone but I couldn’t look away from her ass as she was peeing herself in a diaper. This whole situation was still so surreal to me. 

 

After she had finished peeing, the diaper was sagging so much I could see the top of her butt crack!

 

“Would it be ok if you changed me now, Darren?” Sarah asked sheepishly. 

 

“Yeah, sure,” I stammered in response. 

 

We both knew the drill and headed upstairs to Mom’s room to change Sarah into a new diaper. We remained silent the whole time. I started recording on my phone and placed it so that it would record the changing. As I did that, Sarah laid a towel on the bed and laid on top of that herself with her face red from embarrassment. 

 

I changed her as fast as I could. I ripped the tapes around her waist and pulled the saturated diaper from underneath her. I rolled it into a ball and put it in the bathroom bin. I then used a baby wipe to quickly clean Sarah’s legs and privates followed by sprinkling them with baby powder. I placed the new diaper under her raised legs, taped it up and that was that. I stopped the recording. 

 

“Thanks” Sarah said dejectedly. 

 

I had no response to that other than just shaking my head in shock. My troubles didn’t end there though. What Sarah said next gave me chills. 

 

“Erm Darren, I kinda feel like I need to poop.”

 

“How bad is it?” I asked shocked. 

 

“Not too bad but I can feel the need to go. I’m going to go to bed now and hopefully fall asleep before the need gets worse.”

 

That sounded like a good idea and I was tired too so we both decided to call it a night and headed to bed. 

 

As Sarah laid in bed, she couldn’t forget the fact she was wearing a diaper. She could never admit it to anyone but it did make her feel comfy and secure. She thought about the days events and how it led to this. Her thoughts kept coming back to her need to poop though. She couldn’t get to sleep and the feeling was quickly getting worse. 

 

She couldn’t clench her butt cheeks together to try block the need because of the diaper. She knew she’d have to poop tonight and in a diaper. Tears welled in her eyes as she realised how hopeless her situation was. She lay flat on her back as she felt a log of poop pushing at her butt hole eager to get out. 

 

Sarah relented and just let it come out. Two logs came out and nestled in between her butt cheeks while being kept in place by the diaper. She still felt the need to go and pushed the last of her mess out of her. Purposely pooping herself in a diaper was by far the most humiliating thing Sarah had ever done. Still lying flat on her back, she weighed up her options. She could either get me to change her now or she could try sleep in the messy diaper and change out of it tomorrow, hoping Mom wouldn’t notice. 

 

She didn’t really have a choice. Even if she could sleep in a messy diaper, Mom would definitely notice it and she could be punished even more for not having it changed tonight. She had to wake me up and tell me she pooped herself. Sarah sat up, which was a big mistake as she ended up sitting on her poop and smearing it in between her butt cheeks. She quickly got up and headed to my room. 

 

Just as I was dozing off, I heard a knock on my door. Sarah came in ready to tell me what she did but the smell did first. I instantly knew what had happened and told Sarah to go to Mom’s room so I could change her as quickly as possible. 

 

The set up was the same as last time. I set the phone up to record, Sarah laid the towel on the bed and got ready to be changed. I opened the diaper and was disgusted by the sight I had in front of me. I asked Sarah to lift her legs up so I could wipe her ass. She shuddered as the baby wipe touched her vagina. I quickly wiped her clean but there was still a bit of mess on the top of her butt cheeks I couldn’t reach so I had to ask her to stand up so I could wipe the rest of her ass from behind. 

Once Sarah was finally clean, I put her in a new diaper and powdered her. After that, I stopped the recording. 

 

“Darren, I’m so sorry for all you’ve had to do tonight,” Sarah said embarrassed and upset. 

 

“It’s fine. Let’s just go to bed and forget today ever happened.”

 

As we were about to head to bed, we heard footsteps outside. Mom was back. We heard the keys open the door and Mom come in. She slammed the door shut and we heard her run up the stairs. As she came into sight we saw the pee spurting down her legs, leaving a trail behind her as she ran past us and towards her bathroom. Sarah and I both stared in shock. 

 

“What’s that Mom said earlier?” Sarah grinned, her mood massively improved “Any grown up that has an accident like me should be put in diapers?”

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The end or is it? Would you like me to continue this story?

 

Thanks everyone for all the feedback throughout writing this. I really learnt a lot. 

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