Just a Pants Wetting Girl

How embarrassing 📚

Today is my Big Sisters birthday.. I'm the only one in my family that wears diapers..

Woke up soaked this morning and was chatting with a friend in the diaper scene and I told them I was a big girl and that I thought about wearing panties today but somehow I got put in diapers for the day..

@wettinggirl

This is one I got changed into..

Ariana had just woken up from a great night’s sleep with, as usual, a soaking wet goodnite. The top of the night time pants peeked out of the back of her PJ shorts as she started getting ready for the day.

She’d never been dry for extended period in her life, in fact, she didn’t have her first dry night until middle school. Ari had always been small, and had always had a small bladder to match. She was late to train during the day when she was younger too, she was in pull-ups until the summer before second grade.

It wasn’t Ariana’s fault, her mother also wet the bed into her teen years, it ran in her family. Doctors had told her she’d eventually grow out of it, unfortunately for Ari she didn’t grow much at all. She was barely 5 feet tall fully grown, and her bladder stayed small too. She really began to resent her bedwetting in her teen years, often choosing not to wear her protection after managing to stay dry for a night or two, claiming she didn’t need diapers anymore. This inevitably lead to a lot of wet panties and sheets.

Through her time as a popstar she had grown to be a lot more confident and accepting of herself. She accepted that bedwetting was part of who she is, and she didn’t need to blame herself for something she couldn’t change. In fact, she began to appreciate her protection. Traveling constantly, as popstars do, Ari was often in situations where it was hard to reach a bathroom, or the only one available was on a bus or plane, which was kinda gross. By the time of her second big national tour she was pretty much in some sort of pull-up or diaper whenever she was on the road, which relieved a lot of bathroom related stress. And her nighttime routine of putting on her protection provided her a kind of safe-space from the tiring life of a popstar.

That’s brings us to now: Ariana had gotten back from a long day of press and public appearances for her new album. She loved her fans, but having to be “on”all day surrounded by screaming people was a bit draining. She wanted nothing more than to get back home, unwind, and go to bed. Ari undressed from whatever designer dress had been picked for her to wear that day and grabbed some comfy PJs and opened a new pack of goodnites; remembering that she had used the last one in the prior pack that morning when she chose to release her full morning bladder into the training pants that were only slightly damp from the night before. An innocent smile flashed across her face as she remembered, her trademark dimples also making a brief appearance. She slid the goodnite up her legs, giving it a tug once they reached her hips, making sure it was tight and secure. She put on her shorts and tank top and headed into the bathroom to take off her make-up from the day. Tiny as she is, she decided to climb up into her sink to get a better look in the mirror to remove her eyelash extensions, unaware of the waistband of her pull-up peeking out from the back of her shorts as she focused on her eyes. She suddenly felt a small twinge in her bladder. She had forgotten to pee before putting on her nighttime protection. After a moment of consideration she decided she didn’t feel like climbing down to go to the toilet, so she simply let go, saturating her now-yellowed training pants with pee. She finished removing her makeup and hopped down from the sink. Feeling her pull-up sag, Ari gave it a squeeze to judge how full it was. She considered changing into a new one as she glanced toward the diaper genie in the corner of her bathroom, but ultimately judged that it could take one more wetting that night. She then walked back to her bedroom, her goodnite crinkling louder than it had before. She turned out the lights and climbed into bed, the stress of her day having left her. Sweet dreams Ari.

Stephanie sat near the back of class as her professor droned on about some topic or another. It was a smallish auditorium. Sitting about a hundred kids, the seats were tiered so that Stephanie was looking down slightly from her seat near the back. She smoothed her skirt out as she sat, paying more attention to her clothes than the lesson being taught. She had chosen an especially short skirt today. Not that any of the skirts she wore were particularly long, but this one was especially daring. It didn’t bother her though. She enjoyed the attention. Stephanie had worked hard to be in the shape she was, and sometimes it felt kind of nice to know people were admiring her legs. She did make sure to wear a pair of full, but still cute, panties. 

Stephanie tried to cross her legs underneath the desk, but it was a tight fit, and less than comfortable. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable as the minutes dragged on, and it had nothing to do with the desk. Stephanie eyed the empty Starbucks cup sitting on the desk in front of her, and she couldn’t help but picture the empty nalgene water bottle that was in her bag. It hadn’t been empty for long.  Stephanie was shifting in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t press on her bladder so much. 

“Stephanie!” Professor Sorinsen’s hard voice cut sharply through the room. Stephanie gave a little squeak and jumped in her chair, banging her knee on the underside of the desk. “You seem particularly engaged in the lesson today.” The professor continued. “Why don’t you come down here and help me with this demonstration.”

Stephanie groaned quietly as she stood up from her desk. She gave her skirt one last smoothing before walking down to the front of the room where her professor stood waiting. Stephanie wished she had slipped out the door at the back of the classroom before her Professor Sorinsen had noticed her. Or maybe it would have been better to skip the class entirely. That way she would have to pee so badly. 

“Stop fidgeting.” Professor Sorinsen snapped. Stephanie had been shifting from foot to foot almost unconsciously. She was so focused on how much she needed to pee that she had almost been potty dancing in front of the entire class. Most of those one hundred seats were full, and there was no doubt that every eye was on her now. Stephanie felt her face heating up slightly at so many having seen her be scolded by the professor. “Hold this.” He told her, handing Stephanie what looked like a black ball; it was smooth like glass, but it felt too heavy to be glass.

“Hold it up, like this.” Professor Sorinsen positioned Stephanie’s hands so she was holding the black ball straight out in front of her, facing the rest of the class. It took both hands to hold the ball steady. “Hold still.” Stephanie blushed again at the reminder. She had been bending her knees and crossing her legs while standing. Definitely potty dancing now.

It was torture for Stephanie to stand perfectly straight while the professor was fiddling with some device off to her right. It seemed to be some kind of laser pointer that he was adjusting until it was shining directly on the ball in her hands. Stephanie needed to pee. Like really needed to pee. Her arms were already getting tired of holding this stupid ball, and every time she made the slightest movement the point of the laser would jump around on the ball, sometimes missing the ball entirely. Whenever this happened Professor Sorinsen would glare at Stephanie until she managed to hold still with the ball in place. Finally, getting frustrated with her constant fidgeting, Professor Sorinsen stalked over to where Stephanie was standing. For a moment she hoped that he was going to take the ball away from her, but instead he just took her hands and moved them to the proper position, so that the laser was dead center. He gave her a sharp look, and pointed his finger at her firmly. 

“Don’t move a muscle.” Professor Sorinsen commanded. before striding back over to his device. Stephanie bit her lip and closed her eyes. It was so hard to stay perfectly still.

Stephanie opened her eyes to the sounds of laughter. Her first instinct was to look at Professor Sorinsen. Had he messed up the demonstration somehow? A split second later, Stephanie realized the truth. Her need to pee was rapidly deflating. A look down confirmed her worst fears. Stephanie was peeing her pants. Or skirt rather. The force of her pee had been so much that even the front of her short skirt was stained with a big wet spot now. Giggles rippled through the lecture hall, quickly replaced by open laughter. Stephanie even spotted a few people taking photos with their phones. She felt rooted to the spot. All Stephanie wanted to do was run away, but her legs didn’t seem to work. She could still feel the rivulets of pee running down the inside of her legs. Professor Sorinsen was obviously unimpressed by her accident. He scowled at her, or more precisely at the mess she had made on the floor.

“I didn’t wet the bed! See?” Steph patted the dry sheets. The slightly yellow stain probably wouldn’t ever come out, but at least they were dry.

“I see that,” Grant answered. “I guess your diapers did the job, huh?”

Steph’s smile froze and her face flushed crimson as she remembered the events of the previous night. Grant had been tired of her waking up soaking wet, so he had diapered her before bed. She had been trying to block the memory out, but it was no use now. She could feel the swollen diaper enveloping her butt as she shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Steph didn’t feel quite so dry anymore. She hesitantly reached a hand down between her legs and felt the diaper beneath her pajamas. It was soaked near to bursting. She might not have wet the bed, but she definitely wet her diaper.

The other students were encouraged to alert a faculty member whenever Stephanie had an accident in her diapers. If she could stay dry for a week, she could go back to wearing pull-ups and a skirt at least, but every accident meant an extra week in thick diapers.