Maine

One month to go until my flight 😁😎  

Charming story.  Will her message to Imperionus get through?  Will it backfire on her?  How?  Will the Wizard prove more powerful?  Will Imperionus take advantage of this opportunity to ditch the bitch witch? So many delightful possibilities!

Chapter 28: Unprotected This was a complete and total disaster. I removed my wet hand from underneath the pull-up and wiped it dry on my sheets. There was no denying what had just happened during my first attempt at peeing in a pull-up; it had completely and utterly failed to do what it was supposed to do. I pressed my face deep into my pillow and let out a heavily muffled scream. I had waited for too long and had worked far too hard to arrive at this moment, only to have it fail like this. Of all the obstacles I had thought I might encounter, having the pull-up leak on me actually hadn't been something I had considered. I had figured that as long as it fit me, there wouldn't be any issue with holding at least one wetting. That it would leak like this wasn't something I had ever imagined. What was I supposed to do now? The immediate problem was the wet sheets. They needed to be placed in the washing machine. But there wasn't anything I could do with them at the moment. Mom and Dad weren't in bed yet. I was highly skeptical that I would be able to successfully sneak downstairs and put my bedding in the laundry room without them noticing. And who knew if Grace was asleep? She, at least, should be already, as she had to be up early in the morning for her summer job, but that was far from guaranteed. There was no choice but to try to stay up late enough that I could get a head start on my laundry once the rest of the family was asleep. There was too much to worry about, and I couldn't even manage to relax and enjoy the aftermath of wetting the bed like I had all of those other nights. There wasn't any comfort to be found in the warmth and squishiness beneath me, not with the implication of the leak hanging over my head. There were far bigger problems to contend with than what to do with my bedding. If my parents didn't think that these pull-ups were able to keep my bed dry, what was to stop them from not purchasing any more for me and going back to the plan of just changing bedding every night? That was, by far, the worst-case scenario. It was also completely believable that my parents could end up choosing to go that route, especially with how reluctant Mom had been to even consider pull-ups as an option when confronted with that idea during the appointment with Dr. Mathorn. The only good thing was that there were still another eleven pull-ups in my dresser drawer, which meant eleven more chances to demonstrate to my parents that these pull-ups were useful enough that they should buy more for me when they ran out. But there was a faster deadline approaching. My birthday was this Saturday, meaning that in order to convince my parents to allow the sleepover to succeed – avoiding any awkward conversations with my friends about why it might need to be canceled – I would only have four more nights to prove to them that wearing protection was a viable option to allow me to have a discreet sleepover. Obviously, there wasn't any way I would actually be wearing a pull-up around my friends that night, let alone pee in one, but that wasn't something for my parents to know. There was no choice but to find a way to wet these pull-ups without causing a leak. There needing to be evidence on hand that this new choice was working. But that required knowing what went wrong. Was it as simple as just having peed far more than the pull-up was intended to handle? Was it because Mom had purchased an inferior product? Had I perhaps drunk far too much water before going to bed? Or was there some other factor at play that I wasn't aware of? What exactly happened when someone wet the bed for real? Did they have a big accident all at once, like how I had just peed myself, or did it come out slowly in little dribbles in a way that would be much less likely to leak out of a pull-up? In any of those cases, the immediate solution to the problem wouldn't be all that difficult. If I cut down a little on how much I was drinking and avoided getting extra hydration from my secret water bottle, perhaps I could wet the pull-ups without a repeat of what happened tonight. In a worst-case scenario, I could just pour some water in the pull-up before throwing it away, and that would be enough to make it look as though it had been used. Something else began to make a lot more sense. I remembered the diapers I had seen in Hannah's suitcase, which Emma had strongly implied that her cousin wore to bed every night. The amount of absorbent padding in those diapers had been many times more than what was in the pull-ups. I wondered if I would have experienced a leak like this had I been wearing one of those diapers instead. But why would pull-ups get sold for nighttime use if they weren't effective for actual bedwetters? The product had to work for most people. I mean, it certainly seemed enough for Hannah during the day, including that one time it appeared as though she had wet herself while we were headed back from the park. I let out a big yawn as I attempted to settle into a comfortable position in bed. I realized that it was much less fun to be lying in a puddle of pee when it was completely unexpected. That said, I did like how the wet pull-up felt, both with how it was extra warm and the way it squished beneath me. If only it had been enough to completely handle the wetting, then I could have laid like this comfortably all night long. Another ten minutes passed before I began to hear the telltale signs coming from the bathroom that my parents were both beginning to get ready to head in for the night. I yawned again. I was so tired, especially after all the nights of having my sleep schedule interrupted by either staying up too late or getting up extra early. I closed my eyes once more, telling myself fit would just be for a few seconds before I re-opened them to begin to get ready to take my bedding down to the laundry room. That turned out to be a lie. <><><>  I must have tossed and turned a lot in my sleep because when I woke up, I was no longer lying on my stomach in the middle of the bed. I had moved over to the side of the bed, having nearly slipped out from underneath all of my sheets. There was enough sunlight coming in through the window that I knew it wasn't super early in the morning. Still, I didn't really feel like opening my eyes. I shifted over to my side, trying to get comfortable. For some reason, I was having a harder time closing my legs than I normally would have. There was something that had happened last night that I should have remembered, but it wasn't coming back to me. There was a faint voice calling my name in the distance. "Maddy, it's time to get up." My first reaction was that I didn't want to get up and go to school. Then I remembered that it was the second day of summer break, and once my family was off for the day, I'd have the entire house to myself. I tossed off the covers as I prepared to swing out of bed. That was a mistake. A big mistake. Because no sooner had the sheets come fully off that I really both what I was and wasn't wearing. I was wearing a pull-up, which was the reason for the foreign sensation of bulkiness between my legs. And part of the reason that it was feeling so bulky was because of my attempt to wet it before I fell asleep last night. But that was exacerbated by the problem of what I was wearing, as I had failed to put on any pajamas over the pull-up. I pulled the sheets back over myself as soon as I realized what I had done, but it was far too late. The result of all that was that Mom got a full view of everything that had occurred last night. The front of the pull-up had turned from white to a muted, faded yellow, and while I had rolled away from the wet spot in my sleep, the way I had tugged on my sheets and cover while starting to get up had also revealed the now-dry urine stain in the middle of the bed. I raised the sheets over my head. I was so embarrassed. I had already come to accept the fact that my parents would be aware that I was peeing in the pull-ups, but that was far different from providing my mom with visual evidence of what I had done. I heard some footsteps as Mom approached the bed and then took a seat next to me on the edge of the mattress. She patted my shoulder with her hand. "It's OK, Maddy. I'll give you some privacy to get cleaned up in a little bit. Grace and your father are already off for the day. I'm getting ready to head out with Jackson. Just because it is summer break, it doesn't mean that you should be sleeping in till lunchtime. You can stay in bed until I leave, but I do expect you to get out of bed and get cleaned up right away once I'm gone." "Fine," I said from beneath the sheets. Mom paused, as though she was considering what to say next. "You don't have to wear your new underwear tomorrow night if you don't want to. I can see if I can still return them." That wouldn't do. Not at all. I slid the sheets off of my face so that I could see Mom, even if I didn't look up directly at her to respond to that offer. "But I want to be able to have the sleepover," I said. "I'll try them again tonight. I might have had too much to drink." "That could have been an issue," Mom said. "But it's OK if it still doesn't work. I'm sure that once the test results come back next week, Dr. Mathorn will have some good ideas about other ways to help you. Even if it feels like it, it wouldn't be the end of the world to skip one sleepover." I wasn't going to let my parents give up on the idea of wearing protection to bed that easily. And there was no way I was going to miss the sleepover. Still, I nodded along, though I wondered what was going to happen when the results came back, showing that there wasn't anything wrong with my body at all. "I left you a banana on the counter. You need to at least eat that for breakfast, even if you don't have any cereal or yogurt." With that, Mom stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to the window, which she cracked open. "When you get up, please make sure to take all your garbage out to the garage. That will help with making sure you room stays fresh." I waited to get out of bed until I heard the sound of Mom's van pulling out of the driveway. Now, it was time to examine the pull-up. I got out of bed for real this time. The pull-up was less uncomfortable after sleeping it in all night long than I would have expected. The stretchy sides appeared to have a spot in the middle where the pull-up could be torn to be easily removed, but I instead took the pull-up off the same way I would have with my regular underwear. The pull-up was much heavier than when I had put it on the night before, though it still remained snug around my waist. It sagged noticeably as I slid it down my legs. With the pull-up off, I noticed that my skin felt a bit gross. I would need to get washed thoroughly after spending a whole night wearing a wet diaper. The last thing I noticed was that there was a faint smell of urine, similar to what I had smelled when I snuck into Emma's bedroom to get a glimpse of her cousins' pull-ups and diapers. The inside of the pull-up had turned from white to yellow. The entire front of the pull-up was soaked, though the back and some of the middle on the inside appeared to have remained completely dry. That made sense, given that I had been laying on my stomach when I peed, which hadn't made efficient use of the absorbent padding. A few ideas to solve the problem of leaks popped into my head. Perhaps I would get far better result if I were to wet the pull-up in a different position, such as standing, sitting, or laying on my back. That gave me another idea. I needed to pee again, and the as my bedding already needed to be washed, there wasn't any harm if another leak happened. Besides, from the way the pull-up looked, I probably had only ended up wetting a third of it before it leaked last night. Rather than toss the pull-up in the trash, I instead put it back on. I thought about the best way to wet it again. I could pee while standing up, but I wanted to make the most use out of the remaining padding, that wasn't the most optimal position to go for. I instead returned to bed, though I opted for laying on my back, with my head propped up on a pillow. This was yet another new experiment for me, as I hadn't attempted to pee myself in that position before. It took a minute of straining, but I needed to go badly enough that I was able to work past the difficulty of getting my bladder to release from that position. This sensation was much different from any of the previous times I had wet myself, as I could feel the urine running down between my legs before soaking into the pull-up beneath me. At first, it felt as though the pull-up was just warming and expanding, and I began to hope that I would be successful in avoiding leaks this time around, but just like last night, it again reached its limit, with the pee first pooling inside of the pull-up beneath my bottom and then leaking out to form another puddle on the bed. Perhaps if I had started this second experiment with a completely dry pull-up, it might have worked. But I had my doubts. I had two options, neither of which was one that I liked. I could be extra careful with how I wet the pull-up over the next few nights, being sure to do so in an optimal position and without having had too much to drink beforehand. That would convince my parents to continue buying the pull-ups and allow me to have all the sleepovers I wanted. But I would be stuck with pull-ups that fell far short of what I actually wanted. That wouldn't do, not with all the embarrassment and humiliation I had endured over the past two weeks to get them. I deserved a far better prize for my efforts. However, the other option had its own pitfalls as well. I could continue to allow the pull-ups to leak and then try to get my parents to purchase a better product for me. The downsides to that were obvious. The first was the problem of finding something that worked before the sleepover, but the bigger issue was the concern that this might cause my parents to give up on the idea of diapers for good. It was a lot to consider, but as I was once again being left to my own devices for the day, I would have plenty of time to come up with a solution.   --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/   

"I take da baba fwom Daddy. Daddy maked me babas all da time.    It Mommy Milk?"   Mommy and Daddy give him bottles at the table all the time

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