Posted by quietpr on October 20, 2000 at 15:06
There may be a few of you who've come into contact with the Genesis series before. I started writing this ongoing fantasy about two months ago, and have thus far completed 9 chapters. I've decided to post them here and see what kind of reaction I get from a larer audience than the MSN clubs and excite clubs I started with. So here's parts 1-3...I'll delay poating more until I see what kind of reaction I get.
PART 1 - Mark and Jamie: The early days.
Mark Browne wasn't an entirely normal child, almost from the beginning. He was born in the small town of Springfield, Massachusetts, into a happy family, the younger brother of Emily. His infancy and terrible twos progressed normally, and it became obvious he was very intelligent, and a very social person. His only real problem, according to his parents, was his trouble with potty training. It seemed to them he was just too lazy to want to use a toilet. His parents had tried everything, from positive and negative reinforcement, to corporal punishment, to bribes. Nothing was working.
As Mark learned to talk, and understand speech, his parents decided to make a deal with him. They would stop hounding him about potty training, but they were not going to clean him up when he didn't use the toilet. He would have to change his own diaper. It was a cleverly conceived plan of attack, but Mark was more determined than they thought. He simply learned how to change his own diaper, and that was that. So his parents in desperation decided to simply get rid of the diapers, and buy him normal underwear. He would just have to learn in a trial by fire. Eventually, this bold move slowly convinced Mark of the benefits of the use of the toilet, and as Mark turned four, he was, by in large, potty trained. His breathed a collective sigh of relief, as they feared he might not make kindergarten!
Something still wasn't quite right with the boy however, and the parents didn't even know it. Mark had what many people would consider to be an unhealthy interest in his own pee. It seemed separating the boy's interest in his own bodily functions would be more difficult than simply potty-training him.
Mark always had fun when he went to the bathroom. He had a great fondness of his pee, and his penis. He loved watching himself pee, and even at the age of 5, liked wiggling his penis around, and moving the stream in different directions. It was like a game to him. He also loved peeing outside, and did so every time the opportunity presented itself. His curiosity grew all the time. He kept it clean, for the most part, and that was fine. He didn't tell anyone of his fascination, and seemed like a normal kindergartener. But all of this changed for Mark after something happened to him, which would completely change the way he thought about his pee.
During a cold winter afternoon, Mark was playing on an icy hill behind his house with his sister, and one of his best friends. They were sledding, throwing snowballs, and just generally having a good time in the snow. Mark really had to pee, but didn't want to go inside for fear that his friend would take off, and his fun would be over. He just held it in, and continued playing, but the pressure kept building on his young bladder. He managed to hold on until his friend got called away for lunch, but didn't make it back to the house.
He simply froze in place on his back porch and completely soaked his snow pants, and long underwear. He realized as he poured out his morning hot chocolate, and water into his britches, how much he liked how it felt. It brought him such relief, and made his whole lower body feel warm and comfy. He stood there and reveled in his little party until it was over.
When he got inside, his parents were furious with him. He realized by their negative reaction, that he probably shouldn't do what he did again. And so life continued normally for Mark, right through the second grade. All the while, however, he remembered that afternoon, and it would later come into play again when he was eight and in the second grade.
As the second grade teacher turned out the lights, Mark realized he needed to pee. The teacher started the film and walked out of the classroom, leaving the students to watch. It had been a hot day, so most of the students wore shorts, and skirts, except Mark, who wore long jeans, because he didn't want his easily burnable skin to suffer. The usual water gun fights broke out behind him, but Mark didn't really notice, as he was focused on his predicament.
He didn't want to get up and leave, as he was interested in the film, and the teacher was not around so he couldn't ask for her permission anyway. But he couldn't just stay there. He'd never make to the end of the movie. He didn't want to wet himself at first, but then he flashed back to that day in January two years before, when he'd done just that. He remembered how much he liked doing it, and decided that he didn't have much of a choice anyway. He knew he would face torment from his peers if he wet himself during class, so decided just to enjoy himself as much as possible before the lights came back on and everyone saw him.
He had a devilish thought, and an in instant came up with a plan for how to make his deed as enjoyable as possible. He relaxed his bladder muscles just a little, and let out a small amount of pee…maybe a second or so of peeing. It soaked into his briefs, and felt nice. He waited a few more seconds, and then let out another little spurt…this time two seconds. He liked controlling his bladder, and pee in this fashion. He decided he would count to sixty, and then let out a spurt, and repeat this until he was done. He repeated this action a dozen times or more, and finally, just let out what was left.
When all was said and done, he'd created a wet patch that spanned from the waistband of his jeans in the front, down to the middle thighs on both sides, and around his groin to his bottom, which was completely drenched. He slid around in his seat a couple of times, and enjoyed the feelings this motion gave him.
When the film ended, and the lights came back on, Mark endured quite a lot of taunting from his classmates, and came to the conclusion that he would be better off not continuing this behavior in the future. Everything would change two years later in the fourth grade.
Jamie Cartwright showed no signs of abnormality in her early childhood. She was a bright baby, born in Valejo, California, in a family of, for lack of a better word, hippies. They were a happy bunch, and naturalists all. She developed normally for all of her toddler years, except for one detail. No matter what she and her parents tried, she couldn't stop herself from wetting the bed. Her parents were very understanding of her problem, even as it continued regularly into her first year of schooling.
As her frustration grew, Jamie's parents explained to her that they felt it was out of her hands whether she wet the bed or not, and how if it was going to be a real problem, she could simply wear a diaper at night, and nobody would even know about it. Jamie still felt some shame about not being able to control her bladder at night, but thought her parents must have known what they were talking about, and did as she was told. Eventually she started to feel better about her problem, and settled into a fairly normal childhood.
As she gained her confidence, and quit worrying about the nights, the bedwetting became less and less regular, until it finally stopped. Her parents figured it was probably stress related and told Jamie if she ever felt a lot of stress she should wear a diaper to bed, just in case. And that, for the most part, solved her major developmental problem.
When just turning nine, in the summer before she would enter the fourth grade, Jamie's parents announced that her dad had gotten a better job, but they had to move to Massachusetts. They also said they'd picked a nice home in Springfield, and that it would be a bad commute to where daddy would be working. This of course was terrible news to Jamie. Throughout the move, and into the first few weeks of her stay in Springfield, her wetting became regular again, and she was back to needing the diapers. Her confidence was shot. Then she met someone…
PART II - United
It had been two weeks since Mark had noticed the moving trucks unloading their contents into the house two down the street from his, and the family of three moving in. His family was planning to welcome the newcomers, and he would come along. As he got his shoes on, he wondered why the girl he'd seen never really left the house, except with her family. He was always up to meeting new people, and thought he would have a good time here. He just hoped this new girl would give him a chance to show how nice he could be.
As the happy family of four approached the home of their new neighbors, this couple must have seen them, as they beat them to the door, and openly greeted the Brownes. Mark didn't see Jamie at first, but then a small head poked out from behind her mother's legs, and smiled sheepishly at him. Everyone was herded inside and the warm pleasantries commenced.
Mark and Jamie walked back into the rec room where awkward conversation was made until Mark made the offhand comment that he had been active in Little League since he was 5. This sparked a conversation about their mutual interest in sports. The two children learned they had a lot of interests in common, including nature, sports, math, and writing. By the time the Brownes were preparing to leave, Mark and Jamie were talking easily, and becoming fast friends. Mark asked Jamie why she'd not been outside, and she explained that she didn't know anybody, and was afraid of who she might meet, but offered to come by his house the next day. After this first day, Jamie knew she would have friends in her new home, and loosened up a bit about her stressful move.
Mark and Jamie remained very good friends and did all the thing average pre-teens do, right up through middle school. They whiled away countless Sundays, holidays, and summer afternoons in the woods behind their street, on the baseball diamond with other friends, and in and around each other's houses. Mark and Jamie weren't the only ones who'd found new friends. The two families clicked like that, and spent a great deal of time together. It was becoming quite a large family.
As the years marched by, both children matured into healthy and fairly happy teenagers. The ride, as always, was bumpy and filled with angst, more so for these two because of their uncommon intelligence, which made them stand out in a crowd. Puberty did its worst to both mates, and by the summer of their sophomore year, both had undergone significant changes.
Mark had grown from a small blonde-headed child to a 6'3" spindly-framed athlete. He had become quieter, and more reserved thanks to middle school torment, but was in general happy with himself. His interest in watersports had also returned. He'd begun experimenting with pants wetting again a year ago. For him this entailed waiting for a chance to be alone, finding a grubby old pair of pants, and a previously pissed in pair of underwear, and peeing in a different position and location each time, then whacking off to his heart's content.
He had also begun to fantasize about seeing women pee in all different ways. In fact his first wet dream had been wet in more ways than one:
He found himself standing in the forest behind his house. He was disoriented at first, but then came to, and looked around. In front of him was Jamie. She smiled at him and winked as his young manhood came to attention, and strained against his blue jeans. She shivered and sighed, and the flow came. The dark patch developed and spread across the crotch of her jeans, and down her right leg. She tossed her auburn hair back and moaned under her breath. He walked toward her slowly, and cupped her chin in his right hand. As he kissed her gently, her flow subsided, and she shuddered in ecstasy when he reached up under her shirt and fondled her breasts with his free hand. She reached down and freed his throbbing sex from its prison of cotton and corduroy. He unzipped her wet jeans and reached through her sopping panties to find her tight cunt. It took only a few seconds of manipulation for both to fall on their knees in a mutual orgasm…
Mark had been thinking a lot about Jamie, and now those same thoughts were beginning to surface in Jamie as well.
Jamie had also undergone many changes both physically and mentally. She was an early bloomer, and at age 15, she was 5'7", with long flowing auburn-red hair, long thin legs, and a 38" chest. She was also experiencing a watersports renaissance of sorts in recent months. She told her parents she'd come under a lot of stress recently, and that's why she was wearing the diapers again, but really, she'd not only grown comfortable with that side of her past, but she realized that she felt better in the morning when she awoke in a wet diaper, or bed. She thought her parents probably knew this, and that's why they'd stopped asking questions, and just allowed her that luxury. She loved to feel wet around her pussy, and had been experimenting with controlled pants wetting. She would pee just enough to keep her groin continuously damp, without having it show too much.
She also greatly looked forward to her times with Mark, and had recently been fantasizing about him when she fingered herself in the morning through her undergarments. She thought about him peeing many different ways, and these feelings kept growing stronger. She wished she could spend more time with him than just the evenings and weekends. And then came the big break for both of them, and a prolonged opportunity to explore…
PART III - Discovery
There was a lot of smiling and happy chatter in the Browne and Cartwright homes as new plans for the summer season were announced. The two friendly families had made big plans together, and when those plans were announced, no one could be happier. The Browne parents had been saving for years to go on a European tour, and this was to be the year. Hillary Brown had made the offhand comment to Sunny Cartwright that she was having much difficulty hiring a reliable nanny for Mark, while they were gone, since Emily was graduated, but Mark wasn't. Sunny had offered to care for Mark while the family was away, and Hillary jumped at the chance.
After both families had finished their respective dinners, Mark and Jamie met outside in the woods to share their excitement about the summer they would spend together. They decided that since there was no other available room in the Cartwright home, Mark could sleep on the floor of Jamie's bedroom, in a cot. After all of this excitement, both slept really well and had pleasant dreams about their future together. They both knew that when this summer was over, the other would know all of their secrets, and they both hoped they had some of these interests in common. What's more, both sophomores knew that Jamie's mother and father wouldn't interfere with their developing relationship as they were both very liberal, and open-minded.
As the next few days passed, and the big day got closer, worry began to creep into Jamie's mind. She didn't know how she was going to handle her bedwetting habit. She approached her mother, and asked in her quiet, and sweet little voice, "Mom…what should I do about my…problem. He's sleeping in my room, so he's going to see."
Sunny immediately sought to calm Jamie's fears. "How long have you know Mark?"
"Six years, but…"
Sunny interrupted…"Do you really think something so trivial as night time incontinence is going to destroy your friendship?
"No, but…"
So don't worry about it. Just tell him when he asks. If you act normal, he'll take it as normal, and won't let it bug him."
"I'm really nervous though…"
"Don't be. This is a very common little habit, dear…" She looked like she wanted to add something, but just trailed off. With those words ringing in her ears, Jamie, decided she had to find something out. After leaving her mother, she went into her mother's bedroom, and started looking into the bureau drawers. On her third try, she found, to her surprise, protective underwear, just like her own, staring back at her. "I see you read my mind back there." Sunny had followed Jamie without her knowing, as she'd seen the look on her daughters face, and suspected she may have been found out.
"Is this why you haven't interfered with my…um…increased reliance on the diapers? You…"
"Yes. I like it too, and I'm just going to leave it at that." Jamie and her mother hugged lovingly, and Jamie thanked her mother for understanding. "So if Mark is really that bothered by it, he wouldn't work out in the long run anyway, so you don't want him around. It's a pretty trivial thing to break up such a strong friendship with, and I think he'll understand. Don't worry about it."
Then the big day arrived. Mark moved in, his family said their goodbyes and thanked their generous neighbors and left for the airport. This was it. Everyone shared pleasant conversation, and shared a good dinner, until it was time to go to bed. Mark and Jamie talked about nothing in particular until about midnight, when Jamie finally convinced herself to get up her courage and just do it. She told Mark she was going to change into her nightclothes, and suggested he go into the bathroom and do the same. Mark informed her that he slept in his boxers and sweatpants, but agreed to give Jamie some privacy.
Jamie closed the door, and looked at herself in the mirror. She breathed in, and kicked off her jeans, and cotton briefs in one motion. Then she pulled off her tight sweater, and undid her bra. She found her nightgown, put it on, and straightened it out. She noticed to her chagrin that the last few nights had left a faint yellow region near the bottom of the floral pattern in the area of her thighs, from small leaks from her diapers. She didn't think Mark would notice. She pulled out the bottom drawer of her chest of drawers, and produced a pair of protective underwear, which she pulled up tight around her waist. She walked over to the door, and let Mark back in. Her gown covered her secret, so he still couldn't tell.
Mark flopped himself down on his cot, and started to get comfortable. Then came the meek voice of Jamie. "Mark…Three's something you should know if you're going to live here."
"Let me guess…you snore?!" Mark smiled up at her as she started to walk towards him.
"No…" She stopped about three feet in front of him, and slowly lifted her nighty. "I have to…to wear…these." She held her breath, and just got out, "I've always had problems with…nights…especially when I'm under stress. Do you think I'm a freak now?"
Mark was completely without words. He jolted back to reality and replied, "NO!" He thought he might have gone to heaven, but decided not the press his luck tonight, so he veiled his next comment carefully. "Man, you have no idea how weird I am. This is totally minor to me! I was wondering what that little stain is, and I guess that's explained now." Jamie blushed with brief embarrassment, but smiled broadly and hugged her friend with all her might.
"Thank you Mark. You don't know how happy this makes me!" Both Jamie and Mark decided not to talk any further tonight, as they were both tired, but both slept well, and had VERY pleasant dreams. Mark knew he had an opening to approach her further about her experiences in later days, and Jamie knew she didn't have to feel self conscious if she wore her diapers every night, and woke up every morning wet.
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