The next night, the three girls went to a movie. On the way to the theater, Karen peed in her diaper for the first time. Once the movie started, Karen decided she had better hold her bladder. She didn’t want to leak and pee on the seat and she wasn’t sure how much more the diaper would hold. That seemed easy in principle, but Karen was guzzling a large soda, and 2/3rds of the way through the film, she felt her bladder let go. What? Karen was shocked. Was she really losing control? Quickly she managed to cut off the stream of pee. Her diaper was now very soaked, but luckily it had yet to leak.
After the movie there was a long line for the ladies room. Jessica had to go but Karen said she could wait.
“Oh, it looks like you already went some huh?” Samantha joked.
Karen blushed.
Jessica spoke up next “Well, I guess there are some advantages to wearing those things. I tell you what. I don’t want to wait in this line. Let’s go to the ice cream place across the street. I think they have a restroom.”
The girls crossed the street to the ice cream parlor. The place had a single toilet restroom in the back so Jessica used it first. Samantha and Karen got some ice cream and went and stood outside the store to eat it. Karen now felt safe to pee in her diaper again and her bladder was definitely aching. Still she wanted to be careful. She wanted to pee enough that her diaper would leak, but not enough that it looked like she had fully wet her pants. Karen relaxed her bladder slightly. Soon she felt a warm wetness on the back of her jeans. She quickly stopped and stared at her reflection in the window. It was perfect. Karen’s jeans showed two wet circles under her butt, without any dampness in the main crotch area. Only a kid with a leaking diaper could get that wet pattern.
Jessica came out of the bathroom and Samantha went in next. Jessica got some ice cream and joined Karen outside. “Um Karen, I don’t know how to say this, but it looks like your diaper is leaking.”
“Oh no!” Karen feigned disgust. Well, I don’t have another pair of jeans with me. Can we just walk back to the dorm?
Jessica and Samantha agreed to head back. About a block from the dorms Karen suddenly stopped and pretended to grab her stomach. She still had to pee quite a bit, and had only cut herself off at the ice cream parlor. Slowly the entire inside pant leg of her jeans became damp. She pretended to cry. Karen was amazed at how much she could pee. Her jeans were completely flooded and there was a large puddle on the sidewalk. Worse yet, as she tried to step forward, she could feel the damp diaper straffing on her inner thigh. Karen started to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m such a big baby. I’m such a disappointment.”
Jessica and Samantha put their arms around Karen. “Its OK, let’s take you back and get you changed OK. We’ll make sure nobody sees what happened.”
Karen hid a smile. She had done it. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t happiness, but if only for one day, she had staged her ultimate wetting.
Concluding Thoughts
One thing I don’t like about this story is that the protagonist ultimately achieves her goal through luck. She gets a call from Samantha and that allows her to live out her fantasy. Yes, if she doesn’t speak to Brayden and take a risk and put herself out there, nothing happens. So that’s good. But I just felt it was more honest for something unexpected to lead to her goal. I felt like if Brayden was the answer to her problems the story would be too direct.
I guess what I’m saying is, if I have a moral here, Samantha has to put herself at risk to achieve happiness. She doesn’t have to disrupt all of her life, but she can’t just stay in her safe zone. She has to talk to the girl who wets herself.
Moreover, earlier in the story she acknowledges that by chasing the adrenaline rush of one event, she can’t achieve real happiness. She knows that comes from other things. But, sometimes it is still fun to dream about going back and doing one adventurous thing, and for her that thing is Chapter 10. Everyone dreams of going back in time sometimes. Would you have asked that guy / girl out in high school? Remember when I didn’t have these thighs / this gut? And of course the analogy of going back in time is obvious on this message board.
You can always go back, but you can’t go back all the way.
