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Misadventures of Missy
My twin sisters are two years younger and by their fourteenth birthday they were taller than me. They both grew to about 5’5" while I am only 5’1". As soon as they discovered that I was sensitive to the size difference it became their habit to often refer to me as their little sister. My dad is tall and my mother is short so I must have taken more after her side of the family.
Also having a relatively small bladder tended to present me with an additional problem while I was growing up. In particular my problem was due to the fact that I was and still am a very heavy sleeper. There was one punishment in particular that we had always received as kids whenever we had wet the bed. If there was a blame to be had for establishment of that particular punishment as a standard, then I guess I am the one at fault. Being the oldest of the children, my parents either devised discipline based on my behavior, or on that which was imposed on them as children. Anyway, for as long as I can remember, the penalty for a wet bed or pants was to have to wear a diaper. By the time I was in school daytime accidents became infrequent but whenever I would wet the bed I was required to wear a diaper at night for the next few nights.
Being the oldest I am sure that part of my problem was that I resented my mom’s efforts to place tighter rules on me than on my sisters. Her efforts to limit what I was allowed to drink in the evenings seemed to be so unfair that it always had the opposite effect. Being the typical kid I always wanted to get “my share” of any special beverage that we had available to us. Looking back it had been pretty dumb on my part to sneak an extra glass full when no one was looking. It was just because it was not allowed that I always seemed to get more thirsty or had a craving that could not be controlled.
I frequently found myself wearing a diaper at night as punishment. With each accident the number of nights would increase. As far as I know neither of my sisters never told anyone outside of the immediate family. Besides they having at times received the same punishment, they knew that the result of saying anything to anyone they would have in turn received some form of punishment. What I wished to point out was that the three of us grew up accepting this punishment as fair and appropriate.
I don’t recall how often my sisters had the penalty doubled, but I know that it happened a few times to me. What I remember is that it had happened most often on cold winter nights when I didn’t want to get out from under the blankets. I guess I hated the cold more than the resulting punishment. As I grew up I learned to change my habits to avoid the problems and accidents became infrequent.
My start at college was not unusual from that of many others. I did have a partial scholarship but still had to live in a dorm for financial reasons. For the first term I was assigned a dorm suite with three other girls. We were assigned two per bedroom and I wasn’t long before I found out that they were more the party animal types. At first I took a lot of ribbing about my study habits and refusal to have a few beers or drinks with them. Having led a sheltered life by most standards, I never had much opportunity in the past to drink any alcoholic beverages.
After a few weeks there came a night when I was beat and really needed a break from the studying. I decided to accept their offer to join in the partying. I had a couple of drinks and was feeling very relaxed. Beyond that, I don’t remember exactly what happened that night, but I must have fallen asleep on my bed still wearing my jeans and a tee shirt. Next thing I knew there was a crowd around my bed laughing. I soon found out that they were laughing at me.
Brenda, who lived in the adjacent dorm room was saying, “Look at Missy! She pissed her pants. I am glad that she sleeps in your room!”
I was humiliated by the laughter and the taunting. They all started laughing and calling me Missy Pissy. From that day on I was the victim of some occasional teasing. Members of the clique would at times refer to me as Pissy instead of Missy. I couldn’t wait until I could get out of the dorms and have a place of my own, or at least find a room with others who would be more understanding of my occasional accidents. I say accidents because it started to happen more often. I was starting to worry that I was developing a serious problem until one night I woke up as someone was sticking a steaming hot washcloth on my wrist. I screamed and grabbed at my crotch in an effort to stop the flow. Before I could get the light on everyone had scattered. Several of the parties involved must have were embarrassed at having almost gotten caught because after that things almost returned to normal. Not knowing for sure who was involved I could only threaten to report them if I found out.
I had met a Rick in the school cafeteria and over a span of a few weeks we got to know each other better over lunch breaks. He was well mannered and polite and reasonably nice looking, besides seeming more responsible than many of the other guys that acted interested in me. I learned that he was a junior and in addition to attending classes he also worked part time. A week before Halloween he asked me for a date.
I was excited at the thought of spending an evening with him and wanted to impress him by looking my absolute best. The evening before he came by to pick me up I think that I tried on every combination of clothing that I had in an effort to decide what to wear. I even asked Sherry, whom I shared my room with, for her opinion.
She was nice enough to assist my efforts by frequently glancing over from where she was working and giving her opinion. She was busy working on Halloween costumes with two other girls. She recommended a particular pair of jeans that were a little tight at the waist. She said that the way it accented my hips and made my waist look smaller was hot.
After I finished getting dressed when she asked me if I could hold a couple of the joints together while the super glue dried. I did not want to get my clothes messed up, but at the same time I felt I needed to interact with them in order to gain some measure of acceptance. I quickly lent my two hands to hold two sections together for a minute while the girls worked around me attaching more of the decoration.
As they worked around me putting a dab of glue here and a dab there they started asking me about my date. It was a wonderful feeling to at last feel like I was a part of the group and they were actually interested in hearing about my planned date. They had me shift several times to reach and hold other sections in place while they dried. At one point we started laughing about the fact that it was starting to look as if we were playing a game of twister the way we were reaching and tangled around each other.
Rick took me out to a fairly nice place to eat. At the end of the meal after he paid the check I excused myself for a much needed trip to the bathroom. Looking back I should never have tried to wait until after we were through eating. We went off to the bathrooms before leaving the restaurant. Once in the bathroom I went to unsnap my jeans only to discover that the snap was stuck fast. After several frantic minutes trying to get it to release I resorted to trying to pull my jeans over my hips. I tugged and pulled but there was no way that they were going to slide over my hips. I had to go pretty bad and the anxiety nearly caused me to wet my pants. I rushed out to find Rick outside the door waiting patiently for me. “You have got to get me back to my dorm right away I pleaded!”
He gave me a hurt look, “All right. But I thought that we were going to see a movie first.”
I could tell by the look that he thought that I wanted to dump him. “It’s not that. I really like you. It’s just that the snap on my pants is stuck and I can’t get it loose.”
He escorted me outside and politely asked if I would allow him to try and get it loose. When he touched my tummy I actually started a slight dribble and thought to myself that I was going to loose it right there on the sidewalk. Fortunately I got it stopped before it was noticeable. After that I was shaking and aware of the small wet spot on my panties.
He tugged and twisted and couldn’t get it free. I begged him to get me home quickly. “Do you have any tools at home,” he asked?
“No,” I replied, and at the same time remembered the super glue that we had been using. “You are right, I can’t go home.” I was starting to cry. I had finally met someone who was really nice and my dorm mates were going to ruin it for me. If I went home I was going to get ridiculed again for wetting my pants. “Where can we get some tools real fast?”
After a second of thought he replied, “We can always run by the Wal-Mart just down the road. We will borrow a screwdriver or pliers off the shelf and after that you can make a quick run to the ladies room.”
As he drove me to the store I had to press my hand against myself and rock to try and keep from peeing. I was too worried to even wonder what he was thinking about my unladylike behavior. How I made it there I will never know. As I very carefully walked into the store I could feel little drips and dribbles starting. A little bit would start to seep and I would will my self to stop it. It took a lot of willpower to keep from reaching between my legs to check the damage. I was sure that by now I had dribbled enough that everyone could see. As soon as we were on an unoccupied aisle I stopped walking and took a quick check and was shocked to see the dark patch that was starting to form on the light blue fabric between my legs.
He could see the tears in my eyes as I looked back at him. I must have been crimson with embarrassment. “Are you all right?”
I shook my head no.
Seeing my predicament, he took my hand and started to lead me. “It is just about three more aisles to the tools.” Two aisles later I felt it start. I stopped dead in my tracks and fought to regain control and instead squirted a sizable spurt. “Oh no!” I placed my hand in an effort to discretely cover the spreading wet patch. Now the trouble was that I was not able to go any farther. I was stuck afraid to move and afraid not to move knowing that things could only get worse. To my horror I started to loose control again while I was standing still. I didn’t remember saying anything but Rick told me later that I stood with tears rolling down my cheeks saying, “No. Oh no! No. No. Noooo!” This time no matter how I tried it wouldn’t stop. A hot trail slowly spread down the tight legs of my jeans as he stood frozen watching me. I remember crying softly as it started to overflow my cupped hand and splatter onto the floor.
At that moment a young boy with his mom turned onto the aisle. He took a look at me and commented, “look mommy that girl is peeing her pants! They should make her wear a diaper like you do to me when I am bad!”
I was mortified and couldn’t even move as I continued to pee helplessly. No matter how I tried it just wouldn’t stop. Rick, the boy, and his mom all watched as I stood frozen and the puddle grew larger. The woman commented back to her son, “you are right, she is a bad girl and should wear diapers. Lets go around through a different aisle.”
I must have started to pass out because next thing I know Rick grabbed a hold of me and was trying to steady me. “Come on let’s try and get you out of here without everyone noticing.” It was like a blurry bad dream as he led me outside. I think everyone in the entire store stopped and looked at me. As we reached the door I remember another voice behind us commenting, “next time put a diaper on her.” At that moment I wished that I could have died.
Through all this Rick was very kind and caring as he guided me through the parking lot. We walked to his car in silence. Once we reached the car we stopped and stood silently for a minute. “Now what do you want to do? I can take you home.”
I broke down sobbing and the only reply I could think of was based on those comments that I heard while in the store. Then again maybe it was a subconscious link to the punishment that I had received as a child. “Maybe you should just do like everyone said and put a diaper on me and send me home.” I just wanted to die; I had just completely embarrassed both myself and him in the middle of the store. “I can understand if you never want to see me again.”
“Are you serious?”
“What do you think? I just made a spectacle of myself and you in the middle of the store. I can understand you being embarrassed to ever go anywhere with me again.”
There was a strange look in Rick’s eyes that I couldn’t read. “Well I don’t know. Sure, I can put a diaper on you. But I would rather not send you home.” He stammered and added, “I mean I really like you, besides you being a little doll, I mean, I mean, well you know.”
“Yeah I am a real doll, a baby doll,” I continued to sob totally disgusted with myself. “You might as well just call me Missy Pissy, everyone else is starting to. And maybe you are right about not going back to my dorm looking this way. I am thinking now that one of the girls must have put some super glue on the snap. I’ll bet they are all waiting for me to show up so they can have another good laugh at me.”
Rick stood silent as if trying to make up his mind about something. I thought sure that he was delaying only because he didn’t want me to get the seat of his car all messed up. Now on top of that I had just told him that he was stuck with me since I didn’t want to go home.
“Well, baby doll, I really had my heart set on that movie. If you are still willing to go to the movies with me, guess I could afford to spring for the diapers and something else for you to wear.”
I looked at him and saw the expression on his face and realized that he was dead serious. It was such a weird situation that all I could do was stand in a daze. I must have nodded my head in agreement because next thing he told me to get in the car and he would be right back. He opened the car door and pulled an old gym bag out of the back seat for me to sit on. I must have been in some sort of trance while he was gone because next thing I know he was back with a bag.
He got into the car and started to drive. I didn’t think to even ask where we were going. He pulled to the isolated end of the parking lot and stopped the car. He pulled a small bottle of nail polish remover from the bag and dumped some of it on the snap. Grabbing the snap he gave it a few twists and then tugged pulling it apart. He handed me the bag as he got out. “Here, I will get out of the car while you change into these.”
The bag contained a denim almost knee length skirt and a package of adult diapers. I nervously looked around before shedding my wet pants and panties. My heart was racing as I put on one of the diapers. Once I turned twelve my parents had allowed me to put my own diapers on when I was being punished. It was not the easiest task while sitting in the front seat of a dark car. Once it seemed to fit sort of right I quickly slid on the skirt. I picked up my wet clothing and stuffed it into the plastic bag. I signaled to Rick that I was ready and he returned to the car.
As he drove along he was silent. I checked the skirt and decided that it did a reasonable job of concealing the diaper. I stared out the window without seeing. Instead I was intensely aware of the bulk of the diaper pressing between my legs. Over the years I had grown used to the feel of wearing a diaper, but never before had I been so acutely aware of the contact and sensations being generated as it pressed against sensitive places. It was like it was sending little electric shocks through my body and I noticed that my breasts were tingly also. In fact my nipples were hard and pressing against the fabric of my bra.
As the sensations started to diminish slightly I thought about getting out of the car and entering the theater. Just the thought caused another rush; I couldn’t believe that I was getting myself turned on just thinking about what was happening. I crossed my arms over my breasts and tried to gather my wits. Why was I so excited and scared at the same time? What’s more why was it that I found that I liked the combination of sensations. It was like the thrill you get as a kid when you are doing something you shouldn’t and you just know that at any second you are going to get caught.
When we got to the theater I was still in a daze. I got out and he took my hand to lead me. I recall a slight rustle of the plastic under the skirt. As I walked along beside Rick I felt so self-conscious. I was certain that everyone could tell that I had a diaper on under the skirt in spite of Rick’s assurance that no one could tell. After we were inside he led me to our seats and then went off to get popcorn and drinks. While he was gone to get drinks it occurred to me that I still needed to use the bathroom after my accident. I decided that I would wait until later and maybe the bathroom would be empty. I cold imagine everyone in the bathroom listening to the sounds of the tape tabs and plastic rustling.
It wasn’t that long after the movie had started that I realized I had finished most of my drink. I guess I had been sipping pretty steady while in my dazed state. I also noticed a growing sense of urgency. I excused myself to use the bathroom and found that there was a sizable line since the starting times of all the movies were staggered. The line wasn’t going to go away any time soon so not wanting to miss too much of the movie, I went back inside. I think that having pushed my bladder over the limit earlier must have done something to my control because as the excitement of the movie built I felt like I was starting to leak. I discretely placed my hand in my lap and pressed against the diaper. A minute or so later the movie came to one of those parts that sort of startles you, and I jumped and peed.
As I struggled to stop Rick put his hand on mine and asked if I was scared. I whispered back to him that I was all right and that I had just gotten too much into the movie. I wasn’t about to admit to him that I had wet my pants again. It didn’t take long before I started dribbling again. This time it was as if I had become a drippy faucet. In spite of my efforts there was an almost continuous slow dribble escaping into my diaper. After a few minutes of trying unsuccessfully to stop I decided that I would let a little bit go in order to be more comfortable. The diaper was already wet so I figured a little more wouldn’t be noticed. At least three more times before the movie finished I had to let a little more go. I was impressed how the diaper kept soaking everything up. The bulk between my legs had been gradually growing the whole time and was causing some incredible sensations where it was pressing.
Before I left the theater I cautiously checked to make sure that I hadn’t leaked. I was relieved to find that the diaper had saved me. Again there were lines at the bathroom, which meant that I would have no privacy. After a longing glance I turned toward the exit.
When Rick asked me if I needed to go I declined and said that I
had gone earlier. As we walked to the car it dawned on me that I had another problem. Sherry and the others would remember what I was wearing when I left. Now not only was I wearing a different outfit but I had a wet diaper on. How I was going to get home without the girls in the dorm learning what had happened?
Rick paused as I stood by the passenger door and looked at me. I silently looked back at him and tried to figure out how I was going to explain to him not only was I desperate for a bathroom but already had a wet diaper. He must have taken my scared look for something else because he suddenly took me into his arms and hugged me.
Needless to say all the anxiety and fear suddenly caught up with me. As he held me pressed against him in an effort to calm my shaking, I peed uncontrollably. I think I must have moaned and he took it to be pleasure and not fear. He squeezed me tighter and tried to kiss me. I weakly tried to push away. I could tell from his reaction that he had gotten the wrong impression.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “its just that I thought you wanted me to kiss you”.
For a long second I remained silent. What was I going to tell him? I wanted him to hold me and kiss me more but now I had a soaking wet diaper. I drew a deep breath. “That’s not it, I loved the kiss. It’s just that I umm. Well uh. I’ve gotta go to the bathroom real bad.”
“We can go back inside.” He sounded concerned.
“Then what do you mean?”
I suddenly couldn’t look him in the face so I looked at the ground and mumbled, “what I mean is. Well, I mean real bad like it’s too late.”
“I thought you said you went earlier”
“I would have but I was afraid.” I couldn’t bring myself to say the rest as I started to cry.
He put an arm around me and kissed me on the forehead. “I think I understand. It’s all right. You needed a place with more privacy than a public rest room. How about if I drive off to a secluded part of the shopping center where you can change?”
I nodded in agreement and he opened the door for me. I started to sit and felt the hot fullness of the diaper on my bottom. The desiccant had expanded until it was a huge squishy mass. I lowered myself carefully, partially supporting my weight with my hands. Rick was silent as he drove to a secluded spot. He got out and turned his back so I could change.
I still had to go but was afraid that the diaper wouldn’t hold much more. I cautiously let a little more go until I was sure that the diaper was about to start leaking. I couldn’t tell any more just how bad I really had to go since my bladder and muscles were protesting having been pushed beyond their limits for most of the evening. As I carefully set the diaper down and put on a fresh one I began to wonder how I was going to explain not wearing the jeans when I got home.
After he drove over to a dumpster at the back of the shopping center I discarded the diaper and got back into the car. When I expressed my fear that the girls would notice that I wasn’t wearing the clothes I started the evening with, he suggested that we find a Laundromat. He added that we could put the clothes in and go someplace to hang while they washed.
After getting the wash started he went to a convenience store and bought us a four pack of wine coolers. We drove back and parked in front of the Laundromat and talked while we sipped on the coolers. In the back of my mind I was well aware that I shouldn’t have accepted the cooler but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by turning it down. He had been so nice to me; I figured that I owed him not to be disagreeable over something so simple. We figured that once my clothes dried I could use the small bathroom at the Laundromat to change.
I don’t know if it was the effects of the drink or caused by my earlier accidents, but I noticed that I was starting to wet my pants again. This time I was wetting and not aware of having to go that bad! I did notice that I was feeling very relaxed from the drinks and I debated on getting out of the car and running to the bathroom. I decided that it was already too late, and besides that, I didn’t want to spoil the moment. I felt that Rick was about to kiss me again. It was if my stomach was full of butterflies and I was tingly all over. The anticipation caused my head to spin and my heart was racing. It was then that Rick reached over and took me in his arms. I was afraid of what his touch was doing to me, but I was powerless to resist. He pulled me closer and kissed me again. The need to go plus the sexual rush I was getting from being close to him just all kind of ran together. I tried to concentrate on kissing him as a hot stream began pouring into my diaper. I suddenly found myself in the middle of an orgasm that caused me to go in bursts. If Rick was confused by my gasp he did not say anything. He just held me loosely in his arms as I struggled to regain my senses.
I spite of the pleasurable experience I was beginning to worry. It was as if something had messed up by bladder control. I could only hope that before classes on Monday I would be recovered. I was drawn back from my troubled thoughts by the feel of Rick brushing my ear with his lips. “Shall we check the dryer,” he asked as he ran a hand through my hair. I looked at him and nodded in agreement.
Fortunately it had been long enough that my clothes were about dry. We removed my things from the dryer and he waited while I changed. I removed the wet diaper and stuffed it underneath in the trash, glad that I didn’t have to admit to him of having a third accident in the same evening.
As he drove me back to the dorm I told him that I had enjoyed the evening in spite of all that had gone wrong. He stopped the car in front of the dorm and reached over to give me a goodnight kiss.
“I have got to be going,” I replied as I quickly opened the door."
“What is the matter?” His voice betrayed his disappointment at my wish to leave.
Not wanting him to get the wrong impression I confided in him. “I think that first accident must have messed me up somehow. I’ve been having trouble holding it the rest of the evening. If I don’t get inside soon I am afraid I am going to wet my pants again.”
“Just a second,” he replied as I started to walk away, “if what you say is true you might want to keep a couple of these.” He reached back into the car and removed the skirt. He took two diapers from the package and folded them inside of it before inserting everything into the plastic bag from Wal-Mart. “If anyone asks, you went shopping while we were waiting for the movie to start.” He handed the bag to me.
I walked over and took the bag from him and gave him a real quick kiss before stepping back, “Thank you for being so kind and understanding. You have saved me from a lot of harassment.” I turned and hurried to my room. I was getting that jittery feeling like I couldn’t hold it any longer.
As soon as I got inside I placed the bag in my drawer and rushed past the girls to the bathroom. When I came out they asked about my evening. I told them about the wonderful time we had together and how it looked like I would be seeing a lot more of Rick.
I glanced around at each of the girls and noticed that Sherry seemed almost disappointed about something. She gave a secretive look at Dawn who was standing near her. We talked for a few minutes before Dawn and Kelly excused themselves to return to their half of the two room layout.
Sherry commented that it was time to call it a night since she and the others had big plans for early Sunday. Once Sherry was in bed and the lights were out, I went to the package in my dresser and removed one of the diapers along with my nightshirt. After all the excitement of the evening I was very tired. Based on past experience and on the evening’s events I was certain to have problems. I secretly thanked Rick for his thoughtfulness in giving me the diapers. I was feeling very relaxed and drowsy after two wine coolers. At least I could get a good nights sleep and not have to worry about a wet bed. At least everyone would be gone when I got up in the morning and I would have no problem disposing of a wet diaper. I felt strangely secure and comfortable as I snuggled under the blankets.
I awoke and noticed the bright light coming in through the window of the dorm room I shared with Sherry. My first reaction was that I had overslept and would be late for class. My brain seemed unusually fuzzy for some reason and full of fuzzy disconnected thoughts. Then it caught on memories of my date with Rick. Was it real or had it all been a dream. I winced as I recalled how the disaster had struck after we had finished or meal at a nice little restaurant. I remembered leaving a sizable puddle in the middle of an aisle at the Wal-Mart. As I replayed the evening’s events I recalled that while waiting for my clothes at the Laundromat I had drank two wine coolers.
With that memory I placed a hand down by my bottom fearing that I had wet the bed again. My hand contacted the diaper and I remembered that he had given two of them to me before he said goodnight. Checking the diaper I was not surprised to discover that it was wet. I cautiously looked over at Sherry’s bed. Thank goodness it was empty. I remembered that she and the other girls had made plans for Sunday morning and breathed a sigh of relief. I would be able to change and easily dispose of the evidence without being detected. I got up and began to walk hurriedly to the bathroom. I could feel the pressure that indicated that I had to go pretty bad and recalled that I was hoping to keep my bladder empty for the day so that I might quickly recover from the after effects of the accident. I looked up just in time to realize that the bathroom door was closed.
“Rats!” I whispered to myself. I listened for a minute trying to decide if anyone was in there. The thought that I had almost gotten caught was scary and didn’t help that jittery feeling that I was having that told me I was about to pee. My diaper was already wet and I feared that if I wet it again it was going to sag and become visible below the edge of my nightshirt. As I turned I heard a slight sound from the bathroom that confirmed that I wasn’t alone. I tiptoed quickly back to bed and laid down. I figured that not only would it be easier to hold it by lying down, but I could pretend to be sleeping until whoever it was left. I only had to hope that it wasn’t Sherry since I had a better chance of escaping detection if it was one of the two girls who shared the other bedroom.
I waited and waited and at last the door opened. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard footsteps approach, then the sound of someone sitting on the bed across the room. I cautiously opened one eye a little bit and peeked through my lashes. It was Sherry who was sitting on her bed reading one of the books we had been assigned in English class. I recalled her previously mentioning that she was worried because she was way behind in the assignments. I willed myself to stay very still and pretended to be sleeping. Unfortunately I had to pee so bad that I found myself struggling not to soak the diaper.
I am sure that it was only a few more minutes that passed although it seemed like hours. My mind was playing through one horrible scene after another where I was going to get caught. It wasn’t long before I had built up to a full-blown panic. I could feel it starting, that growing nervous sensation that told me that the end was near. I made a move like I was starting to wake and placed a hand firmly over the crotch of my diaper and tried to stop the slow trickle.
I could hear the sounds of movement and through partially closed eyes I could tell that Sherry was looking at me. I tried to feign sleep, staying perfectly still. She continued to watch me; it was as if she expected something. I willed myself to stay perfectly motionless and silently begged myself, “Don’t pee. Please don’t pee.” It must have been because I was so tensed up because next thing I squirted a hot stream and gasped.
“You finally awake?” Sherry was looking directly at me as I found myself frozen in fear.
I felt the spreading warmth that told me that the battle was lost. It was several seconds before I could respond. “Uh, yeah.”
“You all right?”
I must have looked real stupid lying there and not able to answer for the better part of a minute.
“You look frightened.” Sherry gave me a look of real concern. “Did you have a bad dream or something?”
I looked at her and nodded, “Yeah, that one was scary,” I shook my head. How was I going to get her distracted from looking at me so I could get to the bathroom? “I thought you were going out this morning?”
“I really wanted to but remembered this book we have to read. We have the big test Wednesday, if I fail my dad will kill me!” She had a worried look on her face, “maybe I should be more like you and do less partying”.
I sat propped on an elbow and simply nodded. She continued to look at me for a minute before turning back to the book. Very carefully I slipped my feet off the edge of the bed, using the covers to shield my diaper. Once I was standing I dropped the covers and tiptoed to the bathroom. I don’t know if it was my imagination expecting the worst or what, but I was sure that I could feel her gaze as I walked. I breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t say anything.
I was trembling in fear as I removed the soggy diaper and dropped it into the tub behind the shower curtain. When I returned to get some clothes my eyes fell on the open dresser drawer. There in plain sight on the top of the skirt was the second diaper! In the dark last night I had forgotten to close the drawer. I removed the skirt and closed the drawer before I grabbed my panties and shirt that I had warn last night. I was furious with myself as I went to the bathroom to change. I would have go back later to get the diaper and sneak it out to the trash.
When I returned to the room Sherry rubbed her stomach and groaned, “It is a good thing that I didn’t go boating with them today. Turning the book over to mark her place she gingerly walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned, “another disadvantage of partying”. While I tidied up a bit she continued to read. I went to remove the diaper and dispose of it in the collection bin outside. The odor in the bathroom made it clear what she had been referring to. I had a vision of Sherry with her tight pants with a smelly runny load in them and her stuck on that small boat. I could only hope that Sherry had not bothered to glance behind the shower curtain while she had been in the bathroom.
When I returned she looked up at me and commented, “I need a break, care to join me for breakfast? We can take my car.”
“You sure it will make it? You have to understand that Sherry’s car was the cause of some discussion. It sputtered and gasped and clattered but so far it always managed to get her where she was going.
“No problem, it’s old and rusty but it is reliable.” She reached for her pocketbook and the keys, “Lets go”.
We drove about five miles to a fast food place that served breakfast. I ordered a large glass of juice along with my meal. As we ate Sherry asked me about the book she was reading. I was pleased that she was willing to spend time with me and we entered into a lively discussion as we sat and sipped free refills from the juice machine. After we finished we got into the car and started back.
“Do you mind if we drive around a little bit? It is such a nice autumn day and the traffic is light. I just want to enjoy a few more minutes before getting back to that boring book.” We drove along a couple of quiet roads for a few minutes and she began to ask me some questions about myself. It was pleasant light talk and I was tickled pink that she was being nice to me. Until now our relationship had been more a case of simple toleration.
“What is it,” I asked not liking the sound of things?
“Nothing too serious, I hope. I forgot to add water to the radiator. We better be heading back.”
I nodded in agreement, I had gotten free refills on the juice and it was starting to cause an uneasy fullness in my abused bladder. I hadn’t thought to run to the bathroom before leaving since it was only a few minutes back to the dorm. “You sure we shouldn’t stop for water somewhere?”
“I don’t know where we would stop, not much is open yet. It should make it.” We drove along for a few minutes and were within about two miles of the dorm when the car suddenly started clattering much louder and then sputtered. It backfired once for effect and then gave three loud knocks before going silent. Steam started pouring out of the hood. “Damn,” she exclaimed, as she allowed the car to roll off the shoulder of the road. Sherry slapped the dash with her hand and then leaned back against the seat in frustration.
“Now what,” I asked? I new that answer already and hearing it from her didn’t make it sound any better.
“We walk. At least it isn’t too far to the dorm.”
As we walked we talked about boyfriends and such. She had recently broken up with a guy from back home and hadn’t found anyone yet who interested her. She had been enjoying the social life and not interested in a new relationship. We walked along silently for a while before she commented. “At least you have a new guy who can drive you around, I am not so lucky. I had my heart set on going to see that new group that will be at the Mouse House next weekend.” The Mouse House was a popular nightspot with some of the newest in music. As we walked and talked I was happy as long as the conversation did not include questions about last nights events.
It wasn’t long before the pressure on my bladder started to cause me real concern. I searched the flat featureless landscape with its nice houses wishing for a safe secluded spot to pee.
Sherry noticed that I was troubled by something. “We are about half way there. Are your shoes bothering you or something?”
“I’m fine’ I lied not wanting to admit that I had a problem. “I was just thinking to myself that’s all” As we continued walking my bladder was telling me that it was increasingly unhappy. I thought to myself that I should never have drunk all that juice. I even found myself wishing that I worn the diaper Rick had given me under the skirt. It was only a few minutes more and I found myself struggling to not pee. I must have been walking slower and slower because Sherry interrupted my thoughts.
“Missy, I don’t know about you but I would like to get back sometime today. Are you sure that you are all right?”
“It’s just all that juice that I drank,” I sighed.
'Tell me about it! Why do you think I am in such a hurry.”? She grabbed my hand, “Lets pick up the pace”!
I tried to keep up but the effort was too much and soon I was forced to stop dead in my tracks. “Oh God! Please don’t let this happen!” I was forced to double forward to try and stop the trickle that was starting. I looked over at Sherry as if to beg for a solution to my dilemma.
She stood as if in a trance watching me and practically whispered, “You don’t mean your gonna?”
With all my resolve I started to walk slowly. I didn’t get even twenty feet before I doubled over and gasped, “Nooo! Not again!” I grabbed at the hem of my skirt and pulled it away as the first drops started to splatter to the sidewalk. Part of it was slowed by my panties and ran down my legs into my tennis shoes while the rest poured out in a stream to splatter noisily on the sidewalk. Once it was over there was a puddle around me that was starting slowly spread it’s way along the slope toward the grass.
I looked at Sherry and there was the strangest look on her face as she just stared at me. She didn’t say a word and seemed mesmerized by puddle. At last she took my hand and started to lead me. As we walked she looked back at the puddle with the tracks of my small shoes leading away. “Good thing you were wearing a skirt. It least it doesn’t show real bad in the front.”
She was right; the front of my skirt was not real wet and would probably dry in a few minutes. I reach behind and discovered that I had failed to get the back out of the way and there was a sizable wet patch. “Well most of the front is dry but it didn’t do anything for my shoes.”
We looked back at the trail of smallish footprints that left the puddle. Sherry commented, “Pitter splatter of little feet!” She started snickering to herself and doubled over. “Don’t laugh, don’t laugh.” She drew a breath and stood up. “Come on let’s get going.” We walked along in silence for about five minutes and the only sound was an occasional snicker from Sherry.”
About that time we reached a spot with a little grassy knoll by the sidewalk and she commented, “Let’s sit and rest for a second.”
“I thought you were in a hurry to get back?”
“I will be okay.” She sat on the grass with her black slacks. Pulling her knees up she motioned to me to sit next to her. I sat next to her and could feel the slight dampness of the ground through my skirt. She was strangely silent for a few seconds as if something was on her mind that she was struggling to say. “You know,” she paused again. “You need to understand that we just sort of thought of it as a joke when we put the hot washcloth on your wrist. We didn’t mean any harm by it. I, well at least for me, I am sorry for the way that you were treated. Well, what I am trying to say is if I had known about your problem earlier, I could have tried to protect you.” She reached over and put an arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug.
I noticed that she was shaking at first as we sat silently for a good minute. After a while she managed to say, “What I am saying is that if I had known earlier that you had diapers to wear to bed at night I would have helped you keep your secret.”
Diapers, I thought to myself and then remembered that I had left my dresser drawer open last night. “What are you talking about?” I tried to act surprised.
“What I am saying is that I saw the diapers in your dresser and the one from this morning that was in the shower. If you will help me catch up with my studies, I won’t tell anyone what I know.” She looked embarrassed as she realized how her statement sounded. “What I mean to say is that I will keep everything a secret. We can be best friends, and I would really appreciate it if you could help me get caught up with my schoolwork. I mean, if I flunk out, who will be around to protect you?”
I gave her a startled look. “Protect me? Whose idea was it to make me wet my bed?”
She was silent for a minute as if facing an internal struggle. “It is best if you didn’t know. If you don’t say anything about what I just told you, I will make sure that that person doesn’t do it again. I really mean it. Now that I am getting to know you I think that we are a lot alike and can be good friends. I will even take care of you. Kind of like you were my little sister or something.” She looked at me then added, “What I am trying to say is that you are a cut above the others. School wise you have your act together.”
“What is this big sister thing?” I looked at her and playfully poked her in the ribs. “You aren’t much taller than me?”
“I am too bigger.” She gave me a playful look as she cupped both of her breasts with her hands and lifted them. “I am bigger than you right here.”
We looked at each other and laughed. Sherry although somewhat small was nicely shaped and liked to show off her hips and hourglass waist.
It would have been interesting to push the issue and find out who was the one who had been making me wet the bed, but I decided that it wasn’t worth ruining this special moment. Still for some reason I couldn’t get past the impression that Sherry was behind it. It seemed as if she felt guilty or something, but then again I could be wrong. What was more important was that I needed a friend and wanted her friendship as much as, if not more than she wanted mine. Since starting school I had missed not having a best friend to confide in. If Sherry was looking for the same thing I was willing to do almost anything make it possible.
She stood up and then reached down a hand to help me up off the grass. I noticed a slight dampness where my skirt had been resting. As Sherry turned there was an unmistakable wet imprint where she had been sitting. I thought that I caught a glisten of moisture around the crotch of her slacks. “Hey Sherry, it looks as if you wet your pants too.”
“Did not!” She turned and placed her hands across the wet spot on her behind. “That is from the wet grass.”
I looked and could tell that the wetness extended more to the front and up between her legs. “You peed your pants too, didn’t you? Don’t lie.”
“Since they were already wet from the grass I didn’t wet them. That makes it a free pee and it doesn’t count.”
“All right, if you insist.” I now had something on Sherry. I knew that she had wet her pants and from the line about a “free pee” I had the distinct impression that it wasn’t the first time. I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt better about myself knowing that she had also had an accident. It was as if what had just happened somehow had formed a secret bond between us. We began to walk along side by side, hand in hand like we had always been the best of friends. As we walked I decided to help her out and stated to give her the details of the reading assignment. Not only would it help her but it would be a good review for me too.
When we returned to the dorm she called her parents and they arranged to get her car towed to a shop. We spent the rest of the day getting to know each other and preparing for classes. I was feeling pretty good, what had started out as a disastrous weekend was turning out to be memorable for good reasons.
Later in the afternoon Rick called to find out how things were going. Once he understood that Sherry was with me he managed to discretely get my admission that I was still having problems. My plans for recovery had been pretty well messed up and I could only hope that over night I would get better. After learning about Sherry’s car he used it as an excuse to come over after he got off work. He brought the rest of the package of diapers in to me while Sherry was changing clothes so we could go out to eat.
That night when it was time to get ready for bed Sherry hovered over me and made sure that I could get changed into a diaper without anyone else noticing. She promised that every night she would help by making sure that I could get changed without being detected. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I didn’t always wear them. I just figured that it was either some sort of maternal instinct that she was showing or she wasn’t as much in with the rest of the group as I had previously thought. Even if she was carrying things a bit farther than necessary, it was comforting to know that there was someone to protect me from more harassment. Another advantage of wearing a diaper at night was that I would not appear antisocial by refusing to join the rest of the girls and enjoy a beer or two.
On Wednesday we were the last to leave for class. After breakfast we spent some time together reviewing for the test. As we were finishing up she commented, “You had a lot to drink for breakfast. That test is for two hours; maybe you should wear a little protection. Remember, the instructor said that no one would be allowed to leave until the test was finished.”
I had confided in her that I by trying to hold it too long it had messed up my bladder control. I didn’t tell her that it was Saturday night so I assumed that she thought I was referring to Sunday morning or some time in the more distant past. I remembered what had happened in the store and shuddered, maybe she was right. A little precaution might not be a bad idea.
“Let me help.” Before I could respond she reached into my dresser and took out a diaper. “I will help you get it adjusted so that it fits comfortably and won’t be so noticeable. Lie there in the bed.”
I hesitated for a second wondering about her motives in wanting to give me this kind of care. I told myself that she was, after all, my best friend and already knew some of my most personal secrets. I removed my pants and panties and lay down on my bed. Sherry was very efficient and even provided some of her “special stock” of baby powder. She had admitted to me that she loved the sent and feel of baby powder. I figured that due to our having shared personal secrets, she was becoming the closest friend I ever had. It was a wonderful feeling to have such a caring friend. While what I was feeling definitely wasn’t sexual, her caring for me gave me a wonderful happy tingle. She even suggested that I wear panties or panty hose over the diaper to make it less noticeable. I thanked her for the suggestion and slid my panties back on over the diaper.
I looked up at her and rubbed my temples before getting up off the bed. I have a habit of developing a slight tension headache before tests.
Sherry looked at me and asked, “Do you have a headache too?”
“Just a little one, I will be fine.”
“Me too! It happens a lot when I get stressed. I have to keep something on hand all the time. Just a minute,” she went and removed something form her top dresser drawer and then went to draw two glasses of water. Walking back to where I was still sitting and handed me a tablet of pain reliever and one of the glasses. “It looks like you could use one of these.” She raised her glass of water, “To good test scores.”
I raised my glass and repeated, “to good test scores,” then popped the tablet into my mouth and downed the water.
There was only one flaw in wearing a diaper to class. I couldn’t risk the school rest rooms and wouldn’t have time to run back to the dorm to use the bathroom before I was scheduled to meet Rick at the cafeteria. I shrugged off the issue, figuring that worse case I could talk Rick into driving me back to the dorm at lunchtime. I had been doing much better since Sunday and felt reasonably certain that I could make it through the test and lunch with no problem. Still Sherry was right, there was no reason to take any foolish chances. I could focus on the test and not have to worry.
Sherry sat in the desk slightly behind me and to my left. As the instructor passed out the tests she gave me a big smile and a thumbs up. “If I pass this test, I owe you big time,” she replied as I turned to pass the handful of test questions toward the back of the class.
I started reading and answering the questions, and as I progressed down the multiple choices I felt my confidence building. As I shifted to go to the second page I first became aware of it. I hadn’t noticed before but my bladder was starting to feel sort of full. After a few seconds pause I told myself that it was only nervousness and my imagination.
Twenty minutes later as I was working on the essay questions I knew that it was much more than my imagination. I had to pee bad! I gave a momentary glance back at Sherry and saw that she was just starting on the essay portion. It was as if she could sense that something was wrong. I nodded and made a slight motion to the area between my legs to let her know that she had probably just saved me from failing this test. I resolved to forget my bladder and focus on the test.
As I worked, every so often I would get a have-to-pee sensation and feel a little bit trickle into my diaper. I probably should have just stopped and let loose with a good stream just to relieve the pressure, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so.
I was the first one finished and rushed up to turn my paper in figuring that I would be allowed to take a break since there was a good twenty minutes left. It would be a perfect opportunity to use the bathroom while most of the students were still in class. Instead he told me that I should go back to my seat with my test and wait to turn mine in with everyone else. As I slowly walked back to my seat I was glad that I was wearing the diaper under my baggy jeans. When I sat down I could already feel a slight squishy feeling. I tried to review my essays but found that I was extremely distracted by the feeling between my legs. The thought that I was sitting in class with a wet diaper was getting me totally turned on!
After the test was over and we were leaving Sherry whispered in my ear, “did you wet your pants”?
Thinking quickly I whispered back, “no I didn’t”. I decided that it was good enough for Sherry it was good enough for me. Since my pants were dry I would declare it a free pee. As she walked beside me I added, “That is not to say that I didn’t appreciate your suggestion. It did make concentrating on the test a lot easier. How did you do on the test?” She gave me a thumbs up as she headed around the corner into the women’s restroom.
I was in a dazed state as I wandered toward the cafeteria with my book bag over my shoulder. While in class I had lost track of how much I had wet. I still didn’t have a good feel for just how much a diaper would hold. I had visions of letting too much go all at once and overflowing my diaper. At the same time I was getting this weird this sexual thrill over having been a bad girl and wetting my pants. With every step that I took I was aware of the gentle rubbing of the wet bulk lightly pressing between my legs.
I must have walked into the cafeteria without really seeing where I was going. I was brought out of the trance like state by the sound of Rick calling out my name. I noticed him sitting at the table with food in front of him.
“Missy, I have your lunch right here. I already ordered so that we could have more time together.”
“Thank you,” I replied, “can we go somewhere more secluded to talk”? I didn’t feel comfortable discussing my newest problem in the crowded cafeteria.
“Sure. We can go out to a table under the trees.” A short distance from the cafeteria was a small wooded area with picnic tables. It was a popular place both for those wanting to study and for those wanting privacy for other reasons. Rick picked up the tray with sandwiches and drinks and led the way to a table. We walked along silently until we reached the tables. “Did you do well on your test?”
“I think so. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that you have a very worried look.”
“Uh yeah, I need your help.”
After setting our lunch on the table he turned and took me into his arms, placing his left hand on my behind as he started to pull me close. He immediately recognized the feel of the diaper and looked at me with a questioning look.
I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. I told him how I had thought I was getting better until this morning. I mentioned how I had Sherry to thank for her suggestion that I wear a diaper as a precaution. “It just seemed to hit me only about a half hour after we had started the test. Normally I can hold it a lot longer than that. What if something is wrong and I need to see a doctor.”
“Maybe you are over reacting. Why don’t you sit down and eat while we decide what needs to be done?”
“I am afraid that I might leak.”
After sitting down he turned and spread his knees a bit. “You don’t feel that wet yet. Sit here on my lap and face me, it will keep the pressure off the middle of your diaper.”
I did as I was told and looked up into his eyes. He reached out and placed his hands on the sides of my head and then kissed me deeply. As I returned his kiss I got a rush of tingles that caused me to start to pee. I had to place a hand between my legs to try and stop it while with the other hand I tried to gently push him away.
“What’s the matter?”
“You are going to make me wet my pants,” I replied in a hushed voice. I didn’t want anyone at a nearby table to hear me.
He leaned forward and whispered, “So? Your are already wet and you are wearing a diaper.”
“I still have to go and I am afraid I might get you wet.”
Rick placed a hand against my bottom and assured me, “Your diaper feels like you should be good for a while yet.”
“But I won’t be for good for long if you squeeze me.”
“As soon as we finish eating I will drive you back to your dorm so you can change.”
While we ate we discussed my recent problems in lowered voices. I found not knowing the cause of the problem was upsetting. Rick was majoring in bio-med and therefore had a reasonable medical knowledge. He was able to eliminate some of my worst fears as to potential causes. As we talked, he gently rubbed my back with his free hand and I was able to relax take a more rational look at my situation.
Even sitting on his lap like a little girl I had to look up a little bit as I smiled at him. I had been thinking about us a lot over the past few days and felt ready to take our friendship to the next step. I wanted to be more than a little girl to him and thought that I could see it in his eyes that he was thinking the same way. In view of my need to wear diapers, I wasn’t sure of how or even if I should approach the issue.
After a long silence he pulled me against his chest, pressing my head against his shoulder he held me close and gently rubbed my back. After a long silence he made a comment that floored me. “Missy, I really I love you.”
“You mean that? Even if I have to wear diapers?” I blurted out my concern without thinking. I couldn’t imagine a guy wanting someone who had to wear diapers.
“Yes, I’m serious. I think that you are very special. You are different than anyone else who I have ever dated.”
“Yeah, I bet you haven’t dated too many girls who had to have their diapers changed.”
“That is not what I was referring to. But now that you mentioned that fact, it wouldn’t change my mind a bit if you had to wear diapers all the time. In fact I hope that you don’t think of it as being too weird, but I think that you are really sexy in diapers. Ever since you wet your pants last Saturday night, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
He paused as I drew back so I could look at him. I was speechless. I think that he was trying to read my reaction by looking into my eyes. He continued, “please understand that I would never want to see you subjected to such an embarrassing situation again, but when you wet your pants in the store it was a once in a lifetime show.”
I could only lean forward again and put my head against his shoulder, this time wrapping my free arm around him. I still wasn’t pleased about the prospect of having to wear diapers, but suddenly being loved by someone who accepted it made the thought less terrifying. The other thing that happened is that leaning forward caused me to pee. This time I didn’t try to resist for several seconds. The warmth as it spread across my behind caused a wonderful tingly feeling. At the moment I didn’t try to evaluate exactly how I felt about what was happening but I think that the sensation of wetting my diaper at that moment could best be described as pleasant.
After eating he took me by the dorm. As luck would have it the other two girls and several of their friends were there and the bathroom was occupied. This was not a good situation since I needed more privacy to change out of and dispose of my wet diaper. I went to my dresser and took two diapers and stuffed them in my book bag.
As I started to leave I happened to catch my name mentioned in the next room. Immediately I stopped and listened closely to catch the conversation in the other room.
“She’s the one who wets the bed?”
Yeah, it’s her. Her roommate Sherry sure gets a thrill out of making her wet her bed by sticking hot wet washcloths on her hand at night. The poor thing was really getting to be a basket case after a couple of weeks. I mean was entertaining to see Missy wet herself, but keeping it up could cause some real emotional scars. I think Sherry kept picking on Missy thinking in an effort become more popular. Sherry wants so bad to be a part of the happening crowd”
“Speaking of Sherry, I notice that she is spending a lot of time with Missy lately.”
“Yeah, she said something Sunday about failing her classes and she needed to hang with someone who had better study habits. I think that she may be trying to get establish a friendship with her in a desperate attempt to avoid flunking out.”
“Well now that her car is shot she is probably also hoping that Missy’s new boyfriend will drive them places. I hear she is getting frantic about finding someone to drive her to the Mouse House this Saturday night.”
“What ever happened when she put super glue on Missy’s pants? I hear she was real disappointed when it didn’t work.”
I was shocked to learn that Sherry had done all those things to me. I turned and walked toward the door pretending that I never heard a word they said. Had she really changed her ways and now was trying to protect me? If so from whom? It sounded as if the rest of the girls had no real interest in picking on me. I walked quickly to the car and got in. I looked at Rick and blurted, “there is a crowd at my place and someone in the bathroom. Can you drive me somewhere so I can use a bathroom and change?”
“How about the gas station at the corner? They have outside rest rooms.”
I nodded in agreement. As he drove along all that was suddenly on my mind was finding a way to pay her back for what she had done to me. When he stopped I went inside and changed into a fresh diaper and disposed of the wet one.
When I returned he could see that I was upset. “What is wrong now?”
“I just heard the girls talking, Sherry is the one who super glued my pants. I also learned that she also was using a hot washcloth to make me wet the bed. And she now wants to be my friend!”
Rick, paused and looked me in the eyes. “What do you want to do about it?”
I thought about it for a minute. In spite of the bond of friendship that had been growing between us I found myself angry at her. “I would give anything to pay her back and make the same thing happen to her that she did to me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Of coarse I’m serious!”
“They lets do it. Besides that I wouldn’t mind watching her in a situation similar to the one she put you into.”
“After what I just learned, I would like to see it too. I just can’t imagine any way to pull something like that off.”
“Didn’t you say that she has been begging for someone to go to the Mouse House with her this weekend?”
“Yes, and she is getting more and more frantic about finding a ride.”
“Look, I do not have to work tonight. How about if I meet you after classes this afternoon. We can go to my place and see about putting together a plan.” He took a deep breath and smiled at me. Since we are going to be working so close together I would like to make one more request." He licked his lips nervously as he struggled to say something. “If you don’t want to do it, I will understand.”
I nodded my head, “What is it?”
“Well, er, uh, when you come over this afternoon would you let me change your diaper?” He turned bright read.
All I could do was give him a stupefied look. My heart started racing at the thought of what his changing my diaper would lead to.