Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted October 7, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted October 7, 2021 Hi all, happy October! This is my first omotober story, inspired by suggestions from @Racergirl1404 and @Bi Omo Guy. The second story is going to be related to this one, featuring the same character. I hope you all like it! It was a cold, October night. Outside of Lena’s house, on the quiet street below, orange leaves drifted invisibly along the dark street, picked up by the intermittent gusts of wind whistling through the neighborhood. Sodium streetlights softly glowed, casting their light onto the sidewalk below. A gentle rain drizzled overhead, pitter-pattering on the roof above Lena’s attic room. Lena was sleeping soundly in her bed, laying on her back beneath the thick, warms layers of her quilt and comforter. Her large headboard was a bright pink color, just like the door to her bedroom. On her bedside table, several books were stacked on top of each other. Lena would often stay up into the late hours of the night reading them, getting lost in the fantasy worlds within their pages. Bookish and smart, Lena was reserved and shy. She was content to keep to herself, read her books, and live a peaceful live. At 18 years old, she was nearly finished with high school, both excited and apprehensive about going to college. Excited because of her passion for learning, but apprehensive because of what she called her “particular logistics” of living with a roommate. Although somewhat reserved and shy about most matters of her life, Lena guarded one secret closer than all others: at her age, she had never quite outgrown her night-time toilet troubles. Lena wet her bed around three nights each week, causing her to awaken with a sense of great embarrassment. Only her close family and one close friend knew about her nightly struggle to stay dry. Even her younger step-sister had recently overcome her night-time difficulties before her. Lena had tested a variety of treatments to combat her bedwetting from a young age, but nothing had seemed to work in the long-term. Each evening, she stopping drinking water past seven at night, went to the bathroom at least twice before going to sleep, and put on her “special night-time underwear” as her stepmother had so gently put it. She wore Goodnites, which were not diapers, after all. They were for big girls, and sometimes big girls have accidents, too. For a brief time, her stepmother had even suggested that she wear ordinary cotton panties beneath her special underwear, for the purpose of “being able to know when she was starting to have an accident.” It didn’t work very well at all, more often than not leading to excessive leaking that simply resulted in wet sheets, underwear, and Goodnites. Of course, her mattress was protected by a loud, crinkling waterproof sheet. Just below her body was an absorbent mat, just in case her Goodnite did not hold up. When that short-lived solution failed to work, Lena was introduced to the current bane of her existence, the act of war against her peaceful sleep: her moisture-sensitive alarm. A small sensor was attached on the inside of her Goodnite, waiting to sense her bladder’s embarrassing mistake. The sensor was connected to a wire which led to a loud, beeping speaker clipped onto the shoulder of her pajama shirt. Lena found herself deep in a dream. It was a frightening memory of her recent past, where she had reluctantly agreed to go with her friends to a haunted house. She had become separated from her peers, lost in a maze of mirrors and smoke. A mechanical revving sound echoed through the maze, putting her on edge. Out of the corner of her eye, Lena saw a shadowy figure carrying what seemed to be a chainsaw. She could feel him getting closer and closer, unsure of where to look or where to go next. Out of nowhere, the figure approached, chainsaw revving loudly in his large, clawed hands. At the mere sight of this monster, Lena couldn’t control herself. She began to leak uncontrollably, unable to stop the warm dribbles of urine entering her soft panties. The figure began to roar loudly, but its voice wasn’t what she expected. At first, it sounded like a wolf, but the noise morphed into a rhythmic, beeping screech. The loud beeps from the alarm sounded like a microwave that had finished cooking. Lena was startled awake immediately, feeling the cold grip of fear overtake her body. Unfortunately, the grip of fear wasn’t entirely cold. The alarm had gone off after a few drops of urine had already escaped and the startling alarm noise had caused her to let a spurt loose in her pullup before Lena had the chance to abruptly clamp down. As soon as this revelation hit, Lena slammed her hands into her crotch in a desperate bid to halt the flow. The plastic layer of her pullup crinkled in her grip as the padding rubbed her privates. Not much pee had escaped, but she desperately needed to use the toilet. With one hand still holding herself, Lena used the other to press the large button on the alarm. Its beeping ceased, allowing her to process what had happened. She shook herself out of the dream, trying to calm down. However, the more she woke up, the more badly she realized she had to go. Immediately, she pushed the covers aside and stood up, swinging her long legs rapidly over the pink, protective bedmat. Her pajama pants were soft and pink, with flower patterns over the legs. For the top, she wore a cropped t-shirt which fit tightly over her breasts. Despite her best efforts to secure her pajama bottoms high on her waist, they still dropped to their intended height, accidentally revealing a rather embarrassing purple plastic waistband and a dull, gray wire leading into the front of her pants. Lena stood up and crossed her legs, still trying to wake up. Cursing herself for having too much to drink before bed, she shambled to the corner of the room. The cold wooden floor seemed to add more stress to her aching bladder, adding to her existing struggle even more. She doubled over, doing a kind of potty-dance in place as she tried to get better control of herself. She managed to slip into her cute, pink slippers. Feeling practically at her limit, Lena had resolved to give up all sense of dignity in the name of dryness. She shifted rapidly from one foot to the other, trying to contain the ocean of pee inside of her. She reasoned that having an accident in this state would lead to leaks. Clutching her privates tightly, Lena opened the door to her room and crept into the hallway. She heard her father and stepmother shifting underneath their sheets, then blushed in embarrassment. Her bedwetting alarm was set to the highest volume in order to wake her up properly, which had the undesired side-effect of broadcasting news of her accident throughout the entire house. After getting better control over herself, Lena hurried down the stairs. Each step triggered desperate thoughts, making her feel overwhelmed. About halfway down the steps, Lena heard something that gave her a sinking feeling in her chest and a throbbing feeling in her bladder. It was the unmistakable sound of water running in the shower, hitting the porcelain surface of the tub. Lena didn’t have time to wonder why the hell her step-sister was taking a shower at such an early hour of the morning. It didn’t matter. She just needed to get into the bathroom immediately, or risk having an embarrassing accident. She jogged to the bathroom door, one hand clamping down on her privates, her legs continuing to bounce up and down. She knocked on the door with her other hand, softly at first as to not wake her father and stepmother. Lena’s stepsister Hannah was humming to herself in the shower. The sound of water pouring from the showerhead was almost too much for Lena to bear. She started to knock harder, trying to alert Hannah to her predicament. Hannah stopped humming suddenly and loudly asked “What?” through the door. “Can you let me in, please? I really need to pee.” Lena said desperately, squirming and slamming her thighs together on the other side. “What’s that? I can’t hear you over the water?” Hannah replied, her voice muffled through the door. Lena spoke up more: “I really need to pee! It’s an emergency, can you please let me in?” Hannah, still struggling to hear over the sound of water and through the thick wooden door, replied again with “Can you just wait until I’m done in here? I’ll be quick.” Lena’s heart sank. What else was she supposed to do? She was deathly scared to go pee outside; she always had difficulty with popping a squat. She decided to wait it out, since at least Hannah knew she was out here. Lena wished their house had more than one bathroom. This was the closest call yet. Continuing to squirm and shuffle uncontrollably, Lena struggled more and more to hold it in. Half of a minute felt like five to her aching bladder, but she didn’t want to wake her parents or bother her stepsister even more. A few minutes ticked by, passing slower and slower. Lena was desperate and now fully awake, but found it difficult to think straight anymore. She grit her teeth, doubled over as her throbbing bladder threatened to burst any second. The drip-drip-dripping of the shower did nothing to help the matter, only cementing the fact that Lena was going to have an accident any minute. As she squirmed around, her pullup crinkled underneath her rustling clothes. Lena blushed, the reality just setting in that her stepsister was about to glimpse her pullup. For a second, she considered removing the garment and slipping her pajamas over it, but thought better, since any distraction might cause leaks and spurts. At long last, she heard the flow of the shower slow and stop. As Hannah turned the squeaky knob shut, the sounds of water ceased, causing Lena to hope for the best. Holding back a flood, she tightened her resolved and summoned the patience required to wait. Lena thought then that whenever Hannah emerged, she would rocket past and reach the toilet. She knocked frantically at the door, no longer caring if she woke up the entire neighborhood with her thunderous pounding. “Please, I really have to go pee! Let me in, I’m about to have an accident!” Lena blushed at the admission, but it had essentially slipped out. She could no longer contain herself, and didn’t care at that moment about catching Hannah while she was naked. She briefly freed her hand from her crinkling crotch to rapidly twist the doorknob, but, to her dismay, it was locked. “Just give me a second! You can hold it!” Hannah yelled through the door. She was audibly annoyed, but that wasn’t going to stop Lena from getting to the toilet in time. Lena’s legs were shaking, almost buckling from the pressure built up inside of her. She knew that she could not feasibly hold on much longer, and that the leaks and dribbles would start again in very short order. After what felt like an eternity, Hannah finally opened the door. Hannah was in the nude, her body only covered by a small towel. “Ohthankgod” Lena muttered, stepping towards the door. Hannah stepped out of the way, adding a sarcastic “Here you go.” as she did so. Lena stepped towards the toilet, unable to even close the door behind her. Lena’s legs felt like gelatin, shaking and desperately trying to apply pressure to her bursting bladder. As she got closer to the toilet, the sight was actually too much. Part of her thought that she had made it, causing her to slip just a little bit. “No, no no no!” Lena muttered to herself, but it was too late. Still trying to hold on, some drops of pee eventually did escape from her body. She felt the dribbles leave, clenching with all of her might to stop the flood. She stood directly in front of the toilet, doubled over. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Blaring in her ears, Lena’s alarms was tripped by the little leaks. Once again, she was startled, instantly letting loose a spurt into her Goodnite. Except this time, Lena was futile in stopping it. The flow rapidly increased to a steady leak before she had any time to react. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Before long, Lena felt the warmth of her pullup swelling rapidly, absorbing the torrent of pee incident on the absorbent padding. Her privates were now a geyser of pee, which flooded the pullup quickly. It puffed up and sagged below her vagina as more urine crept up in the front and back. Briefly, her thoughts turned to the wetness indicator, which must surely have faded within seconds. All the while, the steady beeping of the alarm persisted, still trying to wake her up from a wet dream. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! There was no use holding back now. Lena let it all loose, standing up straight and letting out a sigh of relief. The sensation of warmth spreading against her pussy was too much to handle. The relief was total, seeming to emanate throughout her entire body. She could do nothing to stop it. The only thing she could do was quickly pull the gray cord out of the alarm box to shut it off. In the absence of the loud beeping, Lena could hear the hiss of her pee as it soaked her Goodnite. Her inundated padding eventually couldn’t manage the river of piss from inside of her. At both of the legs, urine began leaking directly into her cotton pajamas, making a distinctive wetness stain. The crotch of her pajamas was relatively dry, but warmth spread down her legs, leaking profusely. Lena’s stream gradually came to a stop when her bladder had totally emptied itself. First, it slowed to a trickle as the stream came close to her feet and slippers. It finally stopped, leaving Lena in a state of shock. She had been staring at the toilet this entire time, desiring relief but never expecting to find it in the manner she had. She looked down at herself to inspect the damage. The front of her pullup was swollen and bulky, still warm from her pee. The stains on her inner thighs glistened briefly before the cotton absorbed her pee. The next thing Lena looked at made her blush profusely. She hadn’t closed the door, and her stepsister was still standing outside of it in complete silence. They both blushed deeply, totally unsure of what to say or do. Eventually, Hannah said “Ummmm… sooo...” Lena, still speechless, stood in shock. To her horror, she heard the sound of her stepmother’s footsteps clamoring down to the floor below. She was about halfway down the stairs when she asked “What’s going on here?” Hannah replied immediately: “It’s nothing, go back to sleep.” “Was that the smoke alarm?” Lena finally gathered the courage to speak up. “Yes, I microwaved a fork, sorry!” Lena’s stepmother seemed happy enough with that answer, mumbling and heading back to bed. After a moment of silence, Lena said “Thanks, Hannah. Please, please, please don’t mention this.” Hannah, always the supportive stepsister, replied “Don’t worry about it. You secret is safe with me. So long as my secret is safe with you.” “W-what do you mean?” Lena asked. Hannah blushed. “I don’t usually take showers this late anymore.” She looked at something in the corner of the room. It was a small pile of clothes: a t-shirt and a pair of gray panties. Both of them were wet. Lena felt a sense of relief. “You mean…?” she looked at the wet clothes again for confirmation. “It’s OK, Lena. Everyone has accidents.” Hannah said. She smiled at Lena, whose adrenaline was gradually being replaced by tiredness. On top of that, her warm pee was cooling down. “How about you take a shower, then I can take care of our laundry. Lena paused for a moment, tears building in her eyes. “Th-thank you so much.” Incontsecret, Emma Bailey, TheOwl and 10 others 6 7 Quote Link to comment
Bi Omo Guy 18 Posted October 7, 2021 Share Posted October 7, 2021 I'm glad my suggestion helped inspire this, it's great! Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted October 7, 2021 Author Share Posted October 7, 2021 1 minute ago, Bi Omo Guy said: I'm glad my suggestion helped inspire this, it's great! Your idea will be used more in the next part! ❤️ Quote Link to comment
Racergirl1404 644 Posted October 7, 2021 Share Posted October 7, 2021 This is amazing!!!!! Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Incontsecret 56 Posted October 8, 2021 Share Posted October 8, 2021 Fantastic Stacy! Already very much looking forward to the sequel! Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Bedwettingchik12 322 Posted October 8, 2021 Share Posted October 8, 2021 Very good!! Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted October 9, 2021 Share Posted October 9, 2021 Nice to see you at it again are you still taking suggestions for maybe another story later? Quote Link to comment
YuriChaosLord 201 Posted October 9, 2021 Share Posted October 9, 2021 (edited) Great story! I'm looking forward to read more! :3 Edited October 9, 2021 by JuliusSlouchy (see edit history) Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted October 10, 2021 Author Share Posted October 10, 2021 8 hours ago, Night Rain said: Nice to see you at it again are you still taking suggestions for maybe another story later? Still taking suggestions <3 Quote Link to comment
batsly 47 Posted October 10, 2021 Share Posted October 10, 2021 This is absolutely brilliant! Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted October 10, 2021 Share Posted October 10, 2021 Excellent work, loved reading it! Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted October 15, 2021 Author Share Posted October 15, 2021 (edited) Part 2 is now up! It's in the omorashi forum, since there is no diaper content: Part 2 is actually a prequel to this story, but both should be able to stand independently. Edited October 15, 2021 by Big Girl Stacy (see edit history) Incontsecret, Bluesman59 and YuriChaosLord 3 Quote Link to comment
Dynamic 133 Posted October 16, 2021 Share Posted October 16, 2021 On 10/7/2021 at 3:57 PM, Big Girl Stacy said: I microwaved a fork, sorry! I'm noticing a recurring theme with you and microwave ovens. Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted October 16, 2021 Author Share Posted October 16, 2021 5 hours ago, Dynamic said: I'm noticing a recurring theme with you and microwave ovens. I can't be the only one scared and confused by them Incontsecret 1 Quote Link to comment
scinosensation 543 Posted October 16, 2021 Share Posted October 16, 2021 (edited) Very well written, very realistic, very believable. I have to wonder if there is any autobiographical connection. Edited October 16, 2021 by scinosensation (see edit history) Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Incontsecret 56 Posted October 17, 2021 Share Posted October 17, 2021 20 hours ago, Big Girl Stacy said: I can't be the only one scared and confused by them I don’t think I’d have made it this far in life without a healthy fear of microwaves. Big Girl Stacy 1 Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted October 17, 2021 Share Posted October 17, 2021 Looking forward to more of Lena's adventures. Quote Link to comment
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