Okay, folks have been itching for me to move the story along, so here are five parts. I'll post the last five parts tomorrow.
Also, let me apologise publicly to mAxie for misread intentions. Apparently, I read some hostility where there wasn't any.
Here we go!
Chapter 5
27 June 2006
Arianne woke up the next morning, and took a moment to recognise her surroundings. She realised with dread that she was soaking wet, and then remembered that she had put her waterproof cover on the bed she was in.
Still, she was a little bit off-balance from the situation. She had put her absolute trust in her friend Lara, and was really hoping she hadn't made a mistake in doing so.
She got up pulled some clean clothes from her bag and headed to the bathroom to shower and change. She came back from the bathroom and blushed mightily to find that Lara was there, pulling the sheets off the bed. Lara smiled sweetly when Ari entered the room and told her not to worry, that everything was going to be alright.
"Besides," Lara said, "You're going to do it again tonight, so what does it matter?"
"What do you mean?" Ari asked, "it only happens like once every other night or so."
"Well," Lara said, "tonight, I want you to stay here again. Get a second cover, though."
"Alright, I guess. Listen, my car is still at my place, can you give me a lift home so I can get it?"
"Of course. Listen, I have the day off from work. How about you?"
"Yeah, I kind of told my boss I'd be out for a bit because of problems at home."
"Alright. Let's go to your place and get some more things you'll need.... If you want, you can just stay here until we go up North."
"Yeah," Ari answered, "that might not be a bad idea. It'll be good for me, no doubt."
"No doubt."
Ari and Lara hung out for the rest of the day, stopping briefly at Ari's place to retrieve some of her belongings.... another mattress cover, passport, extra clothes, some things to wear in Toronto, and so on. Then, they went shopping.
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Chapter 6
Lara and Arianne got back around dinner time, ate, and returned to the sanctuary of the basement.
During the day, they'd gone shopping for things Arianne might need in Toronto: diapers, in case Chuck wasn't as helpful as expected, lingerie, in case he was, and so on.
Lara had kind of coached Ari on what Chuck liked. She had bought three or four different things, but the really cool items were a maroon cami-tap set and a kelly green camisole with matched panties, both of which fit Ari like a glove, something Lara was never quite able to pull off. Lara was mildly jealous of this.
As the night wore on, Lara declared that it was time for Ari to take the next step.
"What do I need to do?" Ari asked.
"Well, last night, you wet your shorts. Tonight, I want to have you try to wet the bed."
"I don't need to try that."
"No, you need to try it to do it while you are awake."
"I think I might be able to...."
"Well, try it tonight. Instead of going to the bathroom before you go to bed, just go straight to bed and let it all out. Seriously. Try it. You might even like it."
"Well, alright, then, I'll try."
Ari let all of these thoughts tumble through her head as she was getting ready for bed. Certainly, the sensation of being in a wet bed was nothing new to her. She was able to sleep right through, waking up several hours after she'd wet herself, and even then it would take a moment to realise that she was wet. Clearly, then, she was comfortable in a wet bed.
She'd never liked diapers, and never wore them. They made her feel like too much of a cripple, and since waking up wet didn't bother her, she didn't bother with them.
She had even wet the bed wide awake many times, though always accompanied by an orgasm, which, in turn, had been the cause. She didn't know the exact relationship, but she loved cumming (who doesn't?) and was never bothered by the mess that she made whenever she did.
Even when masturbating, she would wet when she came. Since she had done that in bed many times, she could almost convince herself that she'd wet the bed on purpose before. "Yeah," she thought to herself, "I've done this before."
But tonight, she wouldn't masturbate her way into it. Tonight, she was going to wet the bed for the sake of wetting the bed. Then, maybe, if she wanted, she might masturbate. The idea was starting to turn her on.
She switched off the light and climbed into bed. She realised that she was starting to get a little hot. She didn't rightly know why.
She realised that she was about to do something very naughty, and maybe that was why she was getting turned on. She was about to do something that she did a lot, but never on purpose. As such, she'd never actually broken the "first rule" before. Not until the night before, when she and Lara peed their shorts together.
She realised that she had started to finger herself through her panties, and made herself stop. "No," she thought to herself, "not until after."
She started to feel her stomach get tight and her heart race. "Alright," she said to herself quietly, "here we go.... now!"
Nothing happened.
"Okay..... now!"
Again, nothing.
"Okay, on three. One, Two, Three!"
Her muscles tightened up a tad, but nothing happened.
"Okay, maybe I'm not ready yet," she thought, "let me think about this for a moment."
Her body relaxed as she started to think about this event as not being imminent. The butterflies eased, her heart slowed down a little. She thought about a dream she'd had, where she'd woken up wet. In the dream, she had been sitting on a toilet, peeing.
Her mind a little relaxed, she caught herself off guard and said "Now." Her body tensed again, but differently this time, and the first few dribbles began to escape from her.
She held the tension. The dribbles turned to a squirt, the squirt to a stream, the stream to a gush. Before she knew it, she was pissing her panties with all her might.
The sensation of warmth that came with this was astonishing to her. A warm feeling, originating at her pussy, worked its way down between her legs and spread out under her bum. "Oh, God, that feels fantastic" she thought to herself as she began fingering herself through the fabric of her panties that were now clinging to her pussy lips.
She jammed the crotch of her panties into her pussy and fingered herself until she got off. Much to her surprise, another gush of piss sprayed into her panties for a good ten seconds as she got off.
"Oh God, that felt sensational" she said to herself, in a fog of post-orgasmic bliss.
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Chapter 7
Chuck was sleepless. An couple of hours had passed since he pulled on his favourite pair of running shorts and climbed into bed. His mind was spinning with thoughts of his friend Lara and her upcoming visit. He couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was bringing along someone for him.
He stopped to think about what he knew of Arianne. Not much, really. When he'd met her on his last trip to Painesville, she was with some guy named Doug. Or was it Dave? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter at the time. He thought she was really, really cute, but it didn't matter, because she wasn't available.
But now she was. Lara being who she is, Chuck knew that she thought the best solution to every problem was for everyone to have more sex. Surely, as Lara's friend, Arianne knew this, too. But why had she picked him, Chuck wondered.
Chuck started to picture Arianne in his mind, and started undressing her in his thoughts. This wasn't hard, as it turned out, because when they had met, they were having a pool party at Lara's folks' place. Ari had worn a little black bikini that, without being trashy, had left very little to the imagination. She was really, really cute.
He remembered that she was particularly fit, too. Much like Lara, she had nicely toned muscles, he remembered, and he seemed to remember hearing something about her hiking in the mountains in southwestern New York every chance she got.
With the picture of Ari in that cute little black bikini fully withdrawn from his spank bank, Chuck started to picture how she might look in a sexy nightie. Then he played his trump card: he pictured her wetting herself uncontrollably in that sexy little nightie.
He started to rub himself though the flimsy fabric of his running shorts. As the fantasy played out in his mind, he imagined that it had gotten to his turn. His muscles tensed up a little as he began to piss in his shorts. They almost instantly got mercilessly soaked as he reveled in the sensation of his piss running down along the waistband of his shorts, and rolling down between his legs, tickling his balls. He felt the warmth build under his bum as the sheets beneath him became soaked.
He turned up the pressure and continued to pee in his shorts, of which there was now not a single dry fibre. The wet spot on his bed grew until it reached halfway up his back, and he was empty.
He started to rub himself through the sodden fabric of his running shorts. A minute later, with a final, mighty stroke, he added a dozen squirts of cum to the pee that so thoroughly soaked his shorts and bedsheets, and immediately fell straight asleep.
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Chapter 8
Arianne was soaking in her post-orgasmic bliss and urine. As her thoughts began to coalesce, she finally decided to get up and dry off. She turned on the light and threw off the covers to see a huge wet spot that had formed under her. Her blue cotton panties had a big wet spot that began near the crotch and no doubt had run all along the back.
But she didn't feel stressed. This part was new. Even so, she startled slightly when Lara knocked on the door.
"What?" she yelled at the door.
"Can I come in?" Lara called back.
Arianne thought about this for a second. Lara knew what was going on, and Ari knew she knew it. Ari took a deep breath. "I.. I guess so." she finally said.
Lara gently opened the door and looked at Arianne, still sitting in her wet mess. "How do you feel?" she asked.
"Strange," Ari answered. "I don't understand it. I've never done this before, and anytime I've peed my bed before, I've felt stressed. I don't feel that now. What happened?"
"You were allowed to be yourself for a change" was Lara's answer, "there isn't anybody who is going to get mad at you, yell at you or whatever. Who cares if you're wet?"
Arianne blushed at the last part, and got out of bed. "I guess I should go get cleaned up," she said.
"Go ahead and take a warm shower, and I'll get your bed re-made."
Arianne picked out a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower. When she wandered back out, she found Lara sitting in the central area of the basement watching TV. Ari wandered back into her room for a moment to put down her wet clothes, then wandered back out to talk to her friend.
"How did you know this would help?" she asked.
"I don't know," Lara answered, "I just did. I have good instincts, I guess."
"You aren't getting weird on me, are you?"
"No, I'm just trying to support a friend. There's nothing weird about that."
"Good. If I found out you were hot for me, I don't think I could take it."
Lara blushed a little at the idea. "Don't worry, sweetie, I just want what's best for you, as a friend, and nothing more."
Ari breathed a sigh of relief.
After a brief silence, she spoke again. "So, this friend of yours, Chuck, what's he like?"
"What do you want to know?"
"What's he do? What does he like?"
"Oh, well, he's a professional computer geek. He grew up in Kitchener, and went to university with me in Rochester. He got hired into some sort of high-paying job at a software company in Toronto almost right out of college. Really sharp guy."
"Problem is, he has a problem keeping girlfriends, because he's into pee games. A lot of girls get skeeved out by it."
"How come you two never hooked up?"
"Oh, we fucked, don't get me wrong, but he and I are better off friends than lovers. I didn't mind pissing my panties for him once in a while, but it's not really my thing."
"Oh. I guess that's where I come in?"
"Yeah, I figured that Toronto's far enough away that if you two don't hit it off, you can write the whole experience off and never have to see each other again."
"I think he sounds a little familiar. Have I ever met him?"
"Yeah, I think I introduced you to him once. You had just hooked up with David at the time, though, so I don't think you were all there. It was that time last summer when we had the pool party here. I noticed he couldn't take his eyes off you."
"Why me? What've I got? I'm short, for crying out loud!"
"Heh. Yeah, short and busty," Lara said, gesturing at her own lack of bounce. "Well, he isn't exactly tall. I think he might be 5'4" or something. Yeah, that's taller than me, certainly taller than you, but you take good care of yourself, and he really loves fit women."
"Hm. I guess that little black bikini I was wearing that day removed all doubt about my fitness"
"Yeah, and endowment!" Lara retorted, mocking a dirty look.
Ari smiled at her friend's joke. "Well, here's hoping. Listen, I'm going to crash. I'm starting to feel a lot better about myself, thanks for the help."
"Anytime. I think I'll do same."
Lara shut off the TV and the light in the central room and the girls headed off in the directions of their respective rooms.
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Chapter 9
29 June 2006
Arianne's stay at Lara's had been very good for her. She was starting to exude a confidence that hadn't been seen in her in a good long time, if, in fact, ever.
The trip to Toronto was drawing near, and Ari was starting to show genuine enthusiasm for it. She felt good, partly because she was rid of David, partly because she didn't have to worry about her problem, and partly because her problem was about to become an asset.
That evening, Lara and Arianne were shooting the shit again, and as it got closer to time to crash, the topic of things to come came up.
"So you bought those cute outfits the other day," Lara began, "you should break them in before we visit Chuck."
"What do you mean?" asked Ari.
"Well, so far, whenever you've wet the bed, you've been wearing whatever you normally wear. You should try wearing what you're going to wear for Chuck, just in case the nighties make you uncomfortable or anxious, or if there's some kind of wardrobe malfunction you should know about."
"I guess I could pee in them." She chuckled. "That's really what I bought them for anyway, isn't it?"
"Yeah, kind of. Did you know what you were going to wear the first night?"
"Yeah, I was thinking about the maroon outfit."
"Good choice," Lara continued, "It's not too trashy, so it doesn't say you're looking for sex, but it's not too conservative, so it also doesn't say you don't want sex."
"Kind of what I was thinking," Ari answered.
"Well, put it on when you go to bed tonight, and let me have a look at you before and after you wet, and we'll make sure it flatters you right. Alright?"
"Alright."
They shot the shit some more and finally Ari got up and headed to her room.
A moment later, Ari emerged in the maroon satin cami-tap set. The camisole hugged her every curve, as though it had been tailor-made for her. It stopped just barely below her navel, neatly baring a strip of midriff above the waistline of her shorts. The shorts were a split-leg style, capable of baring as much or as little leg as she wanted, depending on how she stood.
"You know, I hate the way you can do that," Lara commented, "how the hell do you find things that just fit, especially with your strange dimensions?"
"Dunno," Ari replied, "I just sort of do."
"Well, look, that outfit is perfect. It should light Chuck right up."
"Sweet!" Ari exclaimed, turning towards her room. "I'll be back in a little while."
Ari stepped into her room and started to realise that Lara was right; this would be treading on new ground, and she should make sure she was ready. She climbed into the bed and shut off the light.
She felt how nice the silky fabric of her camisole and shorts felt against her skin.
She felt how full her bladder was.
She thought warm thoughts.
She started to feel the knots in her stomach that she had felt a couple of nights earlier. "Oh no you don't!" she said to herself. She squeezed and started peeing in her shorts.
Her dribble became a stream, and the stream became a gush, much as the many times in the past couple of days. This time, however, instead of cotton, she was wearing satin, and loose-fitting shorts rather than panties. The comparative light weight of her shorts made them soak so much more quickly, and their looseness caused them to lift a bit, and she jumped when she hit full stream as it sprayed out of the legs of her shorts and sprayed the insides of her thighs.
The tickling sensation made her stop for a moment, but then she resumed her peeing. She could sense that this was a much more spectacular wetting than the ones she had done the past few nights. Before she knew it, she had emptied herself and was working on getting herself off.
A moment later, she had pushed her magic fun button. A small squirt escaped as she orgasmed, and she lay there soaking in the sensations and piss before switching on the light.
She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. The outfit was still really sexy. The rivulets that ran out of the fabric and down her legs didn't take that away. She turned around and looked over her shoulder so she could see her back in the mirror. The back of her camisole and shorts had tuned a dark brown from the drenching, and the shorts clung to her ass in a way that showed just how firm it was.
Satisfied, she grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the shower.
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