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Wet American Summer (Chapter 31)

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Chapter 31

When we got inside the house, I checked if anyone was around but the room was empty for now. Casey lied on the sofa and started texting on her phone.

Ashley: Hum… Casey?

Her eyes stayed fixated on her screen.

Casey: What is it, love?

Ashley: I need to go… I need to go potty.

She turned her gaze towards me, noticeably pleased at the childish way I worded my sentence. It wasn’t an affirmation, I was explicitly seeking her permission, asking her what to do, like a potty training little girl waiting to be taken to the bathroom. My babysitter had a victorious smile on her face, like a proud mom, finally seeing results in her hard work teaching a dumb toddler.

Casey: Really? Well we can start this stopwatch then. You remember your what you need to do, don’t you?

My cheeks blushed as I shamefully nodded as I slowly lifted my fist up to insert my right thumb in my mouth, biting it between my teeth to contain myself.

Casey: Good. It’ll ring in ten minutes sharp, think you can hold it until then?

I nodded my head silently.

Casey: That’s my good little thumb sucker. You remembered the rule, didn’t you? No talking or you lose. Now… l’m all for the honor system, but since you have quite a bit of history with daytime accidents, we’ll have to make sure you’re telling the truth, won’t we?

She got up and approached me eagerly. I didn’t like the look in her eyes, but I was determined to succeed and get my phone back. I was thinking of James and what I would tell him. I frowned when she got closer, sucking on my thumb like a confused baby.

Casey : Noticing you have to go is one thing… but holding it until youcan go… that’s more your weakness, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want you to claim you were dry only to find out you sneaked into the kids room again for another pair of Pull-Ups to change into. So we’ll be checking you… in real time.

She grabbed the straps of my overalls and undid both snaps before sliding it down to my ankles. My thumb was still firmly placed between my lips and there was nothing I could do but moan in protest.

Casey: What’s that, little one? I didn’t quite catch what you were saying…

She pressed on the front of my training pants, the dry padding crackled under her fingers. A Disney princess staring back at her, the wetness indicator still intact.

Casey: Good girl. 8 more minutes left, I’m sure you can make it.

That’s when I heard the sliding door open in the kitchen. My heart was racing. I was standing in the living room, thumb in my mouth, pants at my feet in a pair of bright pink Huggies. I reached down as fast as I could, trying my best to bring my overalls back up with my only available hand. Until I heard a voice I recognized, but didn’t want to hear.

‘’What on earth are you doing…?’’

It was Frankie. The little brat was standing in front of me, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of leggings, hiding the Goodnites she had to wear. I would’ve commented on that, except I was too busy sucking on my thumb and wrestling with my jean overalls, trying to pull them back up to hide my own training pants.

Casey: Oh hey Frankie, we’re doing a little experiment here, to help Ashley with her potty training. She has to hold it for ten whole minutes before she’s allowed to go to the bathroom and to keep her focused on not wetting herself, I made sure she would keep quiet until then.

Frankie: You mean she’s sucking on her thumb so she can’t say anything?

Casey: That’s right.

Frankie: Well isn’t that swell. You know… I noticed your bowl of cereal in the sink, Ashley. Weren’t you hungry this morning?

I stared at Frankie with apprehension in my eyes, frowning and biting harder on my thumb. I considered ending it all then and there, but caving in would’ve done me a disservice and kept me further away from my phone by making a scene.

Frankie: Cat got your tongue, huh? Maybe I can help you with that.

She walked over to the sink and picked up my bowl. I wasn’t sure what she intended to do with it. Force feed me? Couldn’t she see my thumb firmly placed between my lips? One last rough patch, I thought, let them have their way for now, you can handle this. But I started slowly backing off, as Frankie moved further towards me.

Frankie: I would’ve expected to see you in a diaper today, after I took away your Goodnites… but what you have on is even better, you look like such a big girl in your training pants! And there’s an actual wetness indicator there, that’s gonna be so useful for you to tell when you have an accident! Did you get those in the kids room? Honestly you should just keep the whole pack, I think you need them more than they do… you’re probably the only bedwetter left in the house.

I kept backing off, pointing at her crotch as a way to put emphasis on the fact that she was also wearing Pull-Ups.

Frankie: What are you trying to say honey? I can’t understand you with your thumb in your mouth. Oh those?

She lifted up her T-shirt a bit and tugged at the purple waistband of the Goodnite she had on, shamelessly snapping it against her belly. Acting as if they were just normal underwear and not the glorified diapers she had humiliated me with in the past week. That bitch was owning them.

Frankie: Don’t worry, I’ll be out of those in no time. You know why? Cause unlike you, I’m a big girl Ashley. I don’t go pee pee in my pants anymore.

She was getting dangerously close. I was waddling backwards, trying to get away from her before the time was out.

Frankie: Thankfully, you went through quite a few pairs… So as soon as they run out, I expect my mom won’t be too keen on spending money on disposable underwear that always end up dry in the trash. Not to mention the environmental impact. It wouldn’t make sense… But for someone like you, who keeps peeing herself no matter what…Well, keeping you diapered at all times makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?

Suddenly I felt the ground escape me and before I could realize it, I was on the floor. The overalls stuck between my ankles had made me trip.

Casey: Geez, are you okay?

By some miracle my thumb was still in my mouth. I didn’t make the foolish assumption that I would be authorized to speak because I fell, so I kept my mouth shut and started picking myself back up.

Frankie: Poor thing, look what a mess you made.

It felt as if she was trying to lift me up by the back of my Pull-Ups, she was pulling on them as I got on my feet.

Then I felt it. The cold milk made its way to the soft padding between my legs and soaked through it and all of a sudden the mass came with it. She was sliding the mushy cereal down my diaper. I was horrified. I tried to push her away, but it was too late. It had taken her a second to tug at the waistband of my training pants and throw the whole thing down there.

Tears were filling my eyes and Frankie disappeared to the basement. The wetness indicator on the front of my princess Pull-Ups was fading away as the milk made its way to my crotch, increasing my need to pee. The mushy lump on my butt was pushing the back of my padded training panties. Desperate, I began to press my thighs together, trying to hold if a little longer. I was still sucking on my thumb like a little crybaby and it looked like I had just peed and pooped myself in my pink Huggies.

That’s when Casey’s timer went off.

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I don’t need those daddy, I’m a big girl look!…

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‘’What is it you are wearing under that skirt,…

‘’What is it you are wearing under that skirt, Ms. Williams? Lift it up for me please.’’

With increasing embarrassment, Emma lifted the front of her skirt with both hands, her tights still hanging around her knees, as she showed off her the pink Pull-Ups she was wearing under her uniform.

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Your girlfriend just moved out to the city for…

Your girlfriend just moved out to the city for school, but you like to be in control so you found a creative way to make sure she behaves and doesn’t let boys get in her pants. 

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Daddy pro tip #9

For my diaper aficionados.

1. Before going on a date, ask them if they wants to wear a diaper like a little girl/boy, or a pull-up like a big girl/boy. 

2. Go out on a date publicly, get ice cream together, a trip to the planetarium or the aquarium. Anything that makes your little happy!

3. Pat their butt often, ask her if she needs a change.

4. If they say no, ask ‘’do I need to check?’’

5. Check them. Tug the waistband of their pull-up or diaper, inspect them and tell them they’re a good girl/boy for not having an accident. Make sure you do this privately.

6. a)If he had an accident in his diaper, change him in a family changing room. Little boys in diapers are expected to have accidents. Make sure you don’t hold the spot for an actual family though, use your discretion.

b) If she had an accident in her Pull-Up though, it calls for a punishment, big girls shouldn’t be having accidents. Get her to write lines when you go home or give her a good spanking. Either put them in another Pull-Up if you brought a change, or wait till you get home and change her into a diaper.

7. Get them to buy their own diapers. It’s super embarrassing, but in reality cashiers don’t care what you buy (or do they?)

8. After buying them, have them carry the diapers around in a bag. People won’t know what it is, but your little will and it’ll be enough to make them blush.

9. Remind them of what they’re wearing.. ‘‘Baby, you’re still in diapers, do you really think you’re big enough for this?’‘ ‘‘Remember to tell me if you need to go potty sweetheart, we want to keep those Pull-Ups dry today’

10. Make sure wearing isn’t only associated with humiliation! It should also be fun and cute for your little too. Wearing can be a sign of submission, but also a way to make your little feel cared for and protected. Tell them how cute and precious they are when wearing. Appreciation for their kinks goes a long way!

Reminder to always ask for consent before engaging in play and to do so as privately as possible, even when playing with limits. 

Very happy to present you with the second an…

Very happy to present you with the second and final piece from my commission with Black Rose Seduction!

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Wet American Summer (Part 24)

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Part 24

I couldn’t believe it. Where did that brat hide my suitcase?! I flipped out, rummaging through the drawers only to find them full of diapers. Fucking diapers. Even the Goodnites were missing, not that they would’ve been of any help in this situation.

I shouldn’t have put all my stuff in the same place, that was my mistake. All that brat had to do was pick it up and hide it somewhere. Now I was waddling my shiny red and very wet diapered butt through the halls of this house, trying to figure out what to do.

Frankie’s door was locked, as expected, so my only chance to find some adult clothes to cover myself up would be to sneak in one of my cousins’ room and to borrow a pair of pants for the ride back to the city. It wasn’t ideal, but it had to do.

I carefully climbed the stairs back up when suddenly I heard the front door bust open once again. Shit. Was that old freak back already?!

Joyce: Let me tell you one thing, these shows are always lame. Every year everybody goes to see them just because it’s the only attraction in this small town, but they forget how much they suck. Here at least we have the whole place to ourselves, we can have a little drink while my mom and sister watch the kids.

Was she fucking serious? Now Joyce and her dumb husband -I had already forgotten his name – were hogging the living room. I instinctively backed down a few steps. How would I walk past them? As soon as I’d go up they would surely see me in my wet diaper… Good luck getting those pants after that.

I could always change my diaper before going up… but that was beside the point. Wearing a dry diaper wouldn’t make any difference for me, other then being a bit less embarrassed.

I needed to think fast… I turned around to face my options. There wasn’t anything leftin my room besides diapers and changing supplies. Frankie’s room was locked and I couldn’t bust the door open withtout making noise. There was only one place left : the kids room.

Unenthusiastically, I pushed open the door of the large room. There was two sets of bunk beds next to each other, facing two closets but I couldn’t remember who slept where, so I got to the first one and searched through it for anything remotely close to my size.

I flinched at the sight of pink Pull-Ups stacked on the first shelf. Of course, they were there because aunt Sally insisted they all wore protection at night, but to me they only brought more attention to the fact that these children were now more potty-trained then I was. As I looked at their trainers, wearing a very wet diaper.

I picked one of them up to get a closer look. It had a Disney princess on it, not sure which one it was. I felt embarrassed, as if what I was doing was forbidden. As if I hadn’t earned my right to training pants yet, when of course, I had actually lost it.

My diaper only felt heavier and, without really knowing why, I unfolded the Pull-Up, stretching its elastic sides apart.
‘‘I could probably fit in this, I caught myself thinking. They might be designed for toddlers, but they’re not so small and I’m not so big…’‘

Why was I even considering this? Why was I not putting this silly pair of Huggies trainers aside to look for actual pants?

Of course I knew why, even if I didn’t want to admit it. Once I found something that could fit me in here, what would be the plan? I’d probably go upstairs, get past the two drunks in the living room, pretend to go in the bathroom or some other excuse only to steal more mature clothing for the bus ride.

But… what would I wear underneath those pants? Certainly not the soaked diaper I had on at the moment, so what else? I wasn’t about to put on a new diaper and my Goodnites were nowhere to be found. I could go commando, like in the morning. But how could I be sure I wouldn’t have an accident on the bus? What if I fell asleep?

I was starting to doubt my own ability to stay dry and rightfully so. Truth be told all this stress had been affecting me and while I was forced to pee myself on several occasions, I had to admit that I did not have the best nighttime track record either.

Spending the whole night outside, waiting for the bus and then a few hours of riding it back to the city… I wasn’t 100% confident I could make it. Those pink Pull-Ups might’ve been childish and humiliating, but it was better the bulge and crinkling of my night diapers.

It was certainly better then peeing my pants in a bus full of people. With that in mind, I held on to the Pull-Up as I continued my research for pants.

After flipping through folded clothes on a few shelves I finally found a pair of light blue pajamas that seemed big enough to fit me. Judging by the size, they must’ve been Ryan’s who was Joyce’s eldest son. They would most likely be too small, but I couldn’t go back home in these kids PJs anyways. This was temporary and only so I could find myself a better outfit in Nancy’s closet.

In a hurry, I closed the door behind me and ran to my own bedroom to change out of this damp diaper, at last.


That noise took me by surprise. Where did it come from?


It came from my window, a muffled voice was calling for me. I peeked through the curtains and saw James, crouching down. He saw me. Shit.
James: Ashley, it’s me! I’m coming in.

Ashley : No!

James: Please, I just want to talk, it won’t be long I promise.

Ashley: I… alright, you can… come in… just let me…

I looked around nervously and immediately threw the pink Pull-Up under my bed as I heard him open up the window.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I picked up the pajama pants and quickly stepped through the holes. I slid the pants up my legs but they got stuck around my butt, because of my diaper’s thickness.

Fuuuuck. I saw his legs go through the opening as he sat on the ledge, to jump down in the basement.

I was struggling, but after loosening the cord that went through the waistband I was finally able to force it around the padding. It was tight and a bit uncomfortable, but it was the best I could do.
I turned around. James looked surprised, staring at me in silence for a second.

James: So… what were you up to?

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Hello world.

Slept Like A Baby

For like the past week I’ve worn nothing but my onesie and double diapers x)

Last night a storm came in and I got to fall asleep suckling my binky to the sounds of relaxing rain. What a chill way to fall asleep ?

It’s also a good thing I was double diapered cause I wet the bed like a ton last night ?