Humil 127 Posted February 3, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted February 3, 2022 Chapter One To tell the truth, Amelia didn’t know why she hadn’t gone before they left. Yes, the toilets weren’t the cleanest at the bar they’d ended the night in. It wasn’t a venue that you’d describe as swanky, but, like most women in their early twenties, Amelia had been in enough dives to have mastered the art of hovering over the seat rather than actually making contact. However, the cab ride home would be short and she’d thought that she would be able to hold on until they got home. She knew that she was in trouble when they got to the taxi rank. To say that there would be a considerable wait for a taxi would have been something of an understatement. At the sight of the endless queue of people waiting, Amelia felt a sharp pang from her bladder. She bent over and crossed her legs. ‘Are you okay?’ asked her concerned boyfriend, Lucas. ‘Oh, I’m fine,’ she lied. ‘Just need a wee.’ ‘You should have gone before we left,’ said Lucas. ‘It’s fine. I can hold it. I’m a big girl, you know.’ As the wait for a taxi went on, Amelia was less sure of that assessment, as she considered what might happen if she really couldn’t hold on. She hadn’t wet herself since she was in primary school, and that had been humiliating enough. All her classmates knew what she’d done after a boy in her class had pointed out the puddle under her chair and she’d had to borrow clothes from the school to wear for the rest of the day, including a pair of bright yellow knickers. She remembered wondering at the time how many other girls had worn those knickers after having a humiliating accident. Another pang from her bladder brought her back to the present. The queue was moving, but at a glacial pace. ‘Can we just find somewhere with a toilet quickly?’ she asked. ‘And lose our place in the line? You’ll just have to hold it. Should be no problem for you, seeing as you’re such a big girl and all.’ Amelia blushed remembering her words. She certainly didn’t feel like a big girl now. She felt like she was on the verge of piddling her knickers like a toddler. If she did, she wondered how Lucas would react. He’d probably be grossed out. They’d been together long enough now that she doubted it was a relationship-ender, but it might well be a passion-killer, at least for tonight. It didn’t matter though, because 22 year olds don’t wet their pants, do they? As they approached the front of the line, Amelia became more optimistic. Yes, it was true that she needed to go very badly. It took all of her self-control to not thrust her hand up her dress. However, they would soon have a taxi and then she’d just have to last the duration of the ride home. Plus, she’d be able to hold herself in the taxi and sit with her legs crossed, which should help. The taxi ride was torture. Amelia couldn’t get comfortable, despite her repeated efforts to do so. She was shifting and squirming in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her legs. Lucas clearly thought that the whole thing was ridiculous, as he looked at her with disapproval in his eyes. She couldn’t really blame him. If the roles had been reversed and he’d been on the verge of wetting his pants, she would almost certainly be teasing him about it. At least he wasn’t doing anything to make the situation worse. Each minute bump in the road was agonizing for Amelia. She knew she was really in trouble when she felt a spurt escape into her knickers. She’d opted for a tiny red thong tonight, so a second spurt would be sure to soak through. ‘Anywhere along here is fine,’ Amelia announced to the taxi driver. Fumbling in her purse she paid him and got out of the cab, with Lucas following behind her. ‘What are you doing? We’re still ten minutes away from home,’ said Lucas. ‘I know, but I was a bit worried that, well, you know,’ said Amelia. ‘Seriously?’ said Lucas as the taxi drove away, leaving them alone on the road. ‘It’s that bad?’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Amelia, embarrassed, as she started walking in the direction of her home. ‘But it’s a £250 fine if you make a mess in the back of a taxi.’ ‘I thought you were a big girl?’ teased Lucas. ‘Oh shut up,’ replied Amelia weakly. The truth was, now that she was able to stand up and was on the move, it didn’t feel quite as bad as it had in the taxi. If it hadn’t been for the dampness in her knickers, she’d have found it hard to believe that she felt the need to get out. However, she had, and now they had a ten minute walk ahead of them. The first three minutes or so were uneventful. However, the change in position could only alleviate Amelia’s desperation for so long, and when it came back it seemed even more intense than before. Amelia doubled over in pain. Lucas put a hand on her shoulder. ‘Why don’t you go and have a wee over there?’ he said, pointing to a hedge at the side of the pavement. ‘I’ll keep watch for you.’ ‘I’m not a bloody toddler!’ she screamed at him, tears in her eyes. He recoiled slightly at her sudden outburst, but then Amelia gasped as the dampness in her crotch turned to undeniable saturation. Without thinking, she spread her legs slightly. Lucas watched in astonishment as his 22 year old girlfriend stood in the street and wet herself. A cascade was falling onto the pavement from beneath her dress. Streaks of urine ran down her legs and into her boots, or rather, the boots that she had borrowed from a housemate. Her tears were flowing freely now, as all the shame and humiliation of her primary school accident re-emerged, only now, it was so much worse. Neither of them spoke for some time. Amelia couldn’t even bring herself to acknowledge that Lucas was there. She looked down instead, at the boots that she would surely have to replace. Eventually, Lucas broke the silence. ‘Are you sure about that?’ he asked. They walked the remainder of the way home, not talking to each other. Amelia’s feet were squelching in her boots, or rather Paige’s boots. The women were both a similar size and were very close friends, as well as housemates. This often led to lending and borrowing of clothes. However, Amelia knew that Paige would not be pleased about the state of her boots. They were expensive and undoubtedly ruined. Amelia would like to offer to replace them, but she was between jobs at the moment. When Amelia and Lucas got home, Paige was still awake. She was sat at her laptop in the living room, which the front door of the house opened directly into. ‘Hey guys,’ she began, before noticing that something was wrong, ‘what’s the matter? Has something happened?’ ‘I…your boots are ruined,’ said Amelia, clearly very upset. ‘Amelia had a little accident,’ said Lucas. ‘What do you mean?’ asked Paige. ‘She pissed her pants,’ said Lucas. ‘Yeah right….hold on. You’re serious, aren’t you?’ Paige walked over to Amelia and flipped her dress up over her waist, revealing Amelia’s saturated red thong. ‘Oh my god, you actually did!’ laughed Paige. Amelia stepped back, letting her dress fall back down to hide her shame. ‘Once I get a job, I’ll replace your boots, I promise,’ she said with sincerity. ‘Well that could be a while. I think it’s only fair to say that you owe me a favour in the meantime.’ ‘What do you need?’ asked Amelia. ‘Your boyfriend,’ said Paige. ‘What?’ said Amelia and Lucas in unison. ‘There’s a few social events coming up for work, and you know my boss. He’s a traditionalist. He likes the idea of a stable family unit, or at least committed couples. The singletons never get promoted at my place. So… if I can borrow your boyfriend for a few nights, I’ll pass him off as my own to the people I work with and hopefully put myself in line for that promotion I’ve been working towards.’ ‘You just want him to come to dinners and drinks and things?’ asked Amelia. ‘What, are you worried that I’m going to take him home for the night? We all live in the same house anyway,’ said Paige. She had a point. ‘What do I get out of it?’ said Lucas. ‘Well, I’m a modern woman with modern sensibilities,’ said Paige, ‘meaning that if you go along with it and charm and schmooze like I know you can, I’ll foot your bill for the lot. Fancy restaurants, swanky cocktail bars, all on somebody else’s dime. You have to admit, it does have some appeal.’ ‘Okay, fine, whatever,’ said Amelia, ‘I need to shower.’ ‘Yes you do, little girl. You stink!’ said Paige, laughing. **** After Amelia had showered, she made her way to the bedroom she shared with Lucas, wrapped in a towel. Lucas was sat on the bed. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘You’ve worked out how you’re repaying Paige. Any ideas for how you can repay me?’ ‘Repay you for what? I didn’t ruin your boots!’ protested Amelia. ‘No, but you know I’ll be getting stick for what you did as well. Having a girlfriend who hasn’t mastered potty training isn’t a good look.’ Amelia blushed. ‘What do you want? I’m really not in the mood for sex right now.’ ‘Sex wasn’t what I had in mind either,’ he said. ‘I think you should lay across my lap.’ ‘Lucas,’ she whined, ‘you know I hate doing that. It’s childish and humiliating’ ‘That’s why it’s fitting. It’s not like you don’t deserve it.’ Amelia didn’t have a good response for that, so she reluctantly dropped her towel and perched herself across his lap, with her bottom upturned. ‘Don’t get used to it,’ she said. He replied with a stinging slap which echoed in the room. Amelia was sure that Paige would hear and work out what was going on. She’d told Paige before that Lucas liked to spank but that she really wasn’t into it. Normally, he just liked to deliver a few slaps to her behind, then liked her to perform oral on him. This time, however, the spanking went on longer than usual and was accompanied by scolding, something which he’d never done before. He chastised her for wetting herself and warned her that if she couldn’t control herself there would be consequences. She couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t simply foreplay. He sounded like he meant it. After much job searching, Amelia had finally managed to land herself an interview. There was a slight issue in that she didn’t have any particularly suitable interview attire, but Paige had graciously offered to lend her a skirt suit and blouse that she had. Amelia showered, wrapped a towel round herself and knocked on Paige’s bedroom door. ‘Have you got that interview outfit?’ she asked. ‘Yeah about that,’ said Paige, opening the door, ‘it’s on the bed.’ The clothes were neatly folded on the bed, however, there was something else on top of them. ‘Why is there a nappy on top?’ asked Amelia. ‘Well, given that the last time I lent you something you ruined it, I thought it was reasonable to take precautions.’ ‘I am NOT wearing a nappy! And anyway, I said I would pay you back for the boots.’ ‘I’m sure you will pay me back, eventually, but you haven’t yet. As for the nappy, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but good luck getting another interview outfit at this stage. You’ve got, what, all of two hours?’ ‘You can’t be serious?’ ‘Oh, I am. If you’re going to wear my clothes, you’re going to wear protection with them. Nobody will be able to tell. And it’s not like you have to use it or anything. Come back here with it dry and we’ll say no more about it.’ ‘You won’t tell Lucas?’ ‘Not if you come back dry. If it’s wet, he probably has a right to know…’ ‘It won’t be wet!’ ‘Then there’s really not an issue, as far as I can see.’ ‘Fine,’ said Amelia, picking up the clothes, nappy and all, and going back to her room to get dressed. It took longer than anticipated. Putting a nappy on herself was something which Amelia had no experience of, but she was finally happy that it was secure and wasn’t going to slide down her legs. However, just to be on the safe side, she opted for a pair of nude tights over the top, which she hadn’t originally intended to wear. She put on the rest of the outfit and looked in the mirror. She looked every part the young professional, but didn’t really feel it because of the padding on her bum. As she was bending down to put her shoes on, she felt her skirt being lifted and let out a shriek. ‘Good girl for wearing your nappy,’ Paige said condescendingly. ‘I’m sure that you can understand that I needed to check. You didn’t seem keen on the idea.’ ‘Of course I’m not bloody keen on the idea. I doubt you’d want to wear one.’ ‘Well, no. But then, I’m a big girl who doesn’t wet her pants, and other people’s boots for that matter, so it’s not really a fair comparison. Good luck in the interview, and try to stay dry.’ Amelia could tell that Paige was really enjoying this. She’d expected a bit of teasing for her accident, but had never anticipated it going this far. It’s safe to say that Amelia’s interview wasn’t the best that it could have possibly been. She was distracted by her underwear situation. She was particularly aware of the need to keep her legs tightly closed to prevent any possibility of somebody seeing up her skirt, and she found the general feel of the extra padding to be most unusual. The tights weren’t helping in this regard as they were pushing the padding in against her most intimate places. She left feeling deflated, quite sure that the interviewers promise that they would be in touch was not entirely truthful. She also needed a wee. She hadn’t gone at home because she hadn’t thought of it until after she’d put the nappy on, and she didn’t need to go badly enough to warrant going through all that hassle again. Now though, it was different. The need was far greater. Amelia asked the young lady on the office building reception where the toilets were, and was given directions. She went in and closed the doors to one of the stools. She lifted her skirt and rolled her tights down to just above her knees, then tried to work out how best to deal with the nappy. She tried sliding it down like a pair of knickers. Not only was that unsuccessful, but it made quite a lot of noise. Amelia was grateful that she was the only one in the toilets. While she wasn’t feeling optimistic about how her interview had gone, being caught in the building wearing a nappy certainly wasn’t going to help her chances. She started to pull at one of the tapes and that was even louder. As soon as she registered this, she heard the door open and somebody entered the room. Amelia froze. She couldn’t risk it while somebody was here. She’d just have to wait for them to leave, though she was hoping they wouldn’t take too long as her desperation was increasing rapidly. After what felt like a lifetime to poor Amelia, she heard the other woman’s footsteps approach the door and heard it swing open, but as it did, a gaggle of female voices entered the room. Once again, Amelia opted to wait. However, this group of gossips took considerably longer than their predecessor. They didn’t appear to actually want to use the facilities. They’d simply come for a natter. Amelia seriously considered pulling the tapes off and just being done with it, but something in the mannerisms of the women told her that would be a bad idea. Eventually, they left, but once again, somebody else replaced them and Amelia was not alone in the toilet. The newcomer was on her phone, and Amelia recognised her voice immediately. She was a member of the panel that had interviewed her. ‘No, I’m afraid we didn’t have any particularly strong candidates. All baby-faced and inexperienced. No, I’m not exaggerating.’ Amelia was crestfallen. She was also on the verge of wetting herself in a nappy. ‘They don’t need a job. They need a babysitter. Honestly, you’ll find this hard to believe but one of the girls we interviewed crossed her legs quickly as she sat down, and I swear to God she was wearing a nappy under her skirt. Seriously. No, I’m not joking.’ Amelia realised two things. The first was that her attempts at keeping her shameful underwear a secret had failed in spectacular fashion. The second was that said shameful underwear was getting warmer. At the age of twenty two, while inside a toilet cubicle, Amelia had wet herself while wearing a nappy. buzzerjezz, OkiF, Alltheomorashi and 10 others 11 2 Quote Link to comment
mipmixer 44 Posted February 10, 2022 Share Posted February 10, 2022 This story was fantastic. I would love to see more! Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted February 12, 2022 Share Posted February 12, 2022 Great writing, can't wait for the next chapter! Quote Link to comment
Rosie4123 0 Posted February 28, 2022 Share Posted February 28, 2022 This is a great read, i would love to read the next chapter! Quote Link to comment
Humil 127 Posted March 1, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 1, 2022 On 2/10/2022 at 2:59 AM, mipmixer said: This story was fantastic. I would love to see more! On 2/12/2022 at 11:55 AM, xixi said: Great writing, can't wait for the next chapter! 14 hours ago, Rosie4123 said: This is a great read, i would love to read the next chapter! Ask and you shall receive. As she sat on the bus, Amelia wished that she had disposed of the nappy in the toilets before leaving. She hadn’t thought things through. While she didn’t particularly want to risk flashing her private parts to anybody on the way home and she certainly didn’t want to risk anybody from the office finding her discarded nappy, she had another concern now. She was sat on a crowded bus, at the age of 22, wearing a pissy nappy. To make matters worse, the woman from the interview panel had made it abundantly clear that Amelia wasn’t as good at stopping peeks up her skirt as she had previously thought. A group of teenage girls were giggling in front of her. They couldn’t know could they? Logic would suggest that there were any number of other things they might be laughing about, but Amelia couldn’t shake the feeling that it was her infantile underwear that was the subject their furtive whispers and smiles. Amelia also didn’t like the way that it felt. When it was dry, she’d been fairly confident that there was no noticeable bulge. Now that it was wet, it had expanded. She was very conscious of this, particularly as her tights were pushing the saturated padding into the most sensitive area of her body. Her urine had cooled now, leaving her feeling cold, clammy and embarrassed. When she got off at her stop, the girls burst into new fits of laughter as she walked past them. Amelia was convinced that they somehow knew her secret. When she got in through the front door, Paige was waiting for her. ‘How did it go?’ she asked. ‘They’ll let me know, but I think it’s a no,’ Amelia replied. ‘There will be other opportunities, I’m sure. Lift up your skirt then.’ ‘What?’ ‘You heard me. I need to check whether you managed to be a big girl this time or not.’ ‘Of course I did,’ Amelia lied. ‘I’m going to go and get changed,’ she said, but Paige blocked her path. ‘Lift. Up. Your. Skirt.’ Amelia knew she was caught out. There was no way to hide what happened. Her cheeks flushing crimson, she lifted her skirt to reveal the soaked padding beneath. ‘Well, it looks like making you wear a nappy was the right thing to do,’ smirked Paige. ‘Okay, fine. You got me. I wet myself. I needed the nappy. Now can I please go and get changed before Lucas gets home? You promised he wouldn’t have to find out about this.’ ‘I promised he wouldn’t find out if you kept it dry. It seems you couldn’t manage that.’ ‘Please, you can’t tell him! I’ll do anything you want,’ pleaded Amelia. ‘Scared that he’ll spank you again?’ ‘You heard that?’ ‘I certainly did. If that was how he reacted to a first offence, I don’t think your bum would fare too well if he found out about your current condition.’ ‘What do you want then?’ Paige seemed to ponder this for a moment. ‘Let’s get you changed into a fresh nappy and some jammies, then I’ll put you to bed.’ ‘It’s 4:30!’ protested Amelia. ‘It’s either early bed time or a smacked bottom. Or maybe both, if you misbehave. I’ll tell Lucas you’re feeling under the weather. I’m going to be borrowing him this evening anyway. Ultimately, it’s your call, Amelia. Do you want your boyfriend to know that you still wet nappies like a baby? Or are you going to be a good girl for Mummy?’ Amelia hated the position she was in. She thought Paige was being completely unreasonable, but there seemed to be no benefit to pointing this out. ‘I’ll… I’ll be a good girl,’ Amelia said. Paige continued to stare at her, clearly not satisfied. ‘I’ll be a good girl … Mummy,’ she said. YuriChaosLord, xixi, MagicOfTinkle and 5 others 5 3 Quote Link to comment
YuriChaosLord 201 Posted May 4, 2022 Share Posted May 4, 2022 I love this story. I'm looking forward to read more 🙂 Quote Link to comment
Theonlysaneperson 42 Posted May 5, 2022 Share Posted May 5, 2022 i do hope her boyfriend doesn't end up unfaithful. Ggnop 1 Quote Link to comment
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