Posted by dragon on December 15, 2010 at 08:13 [70.76.52.170]
In Reply to: old stories posted by heeelpmeee!! on December 14, 2010 at 19:19
I think that I may have what you are looking for:
THE DOROTHY J. ETHERINGTON SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
by Eratosthenes, with acknowledgment to the Ripple Story Index
Part 1
Sixteen year old Melanie Willis walked into the dorm quietly and surveyed her surroundings. Melanie was new at Etherington and she was a little nervous on this her first day at the exclusive private school. The dorm had only six beds in it, making for a cozier, more intimate atmosphere. She had been dreading a vast dormitory with forty or fifty beds, something more like an orphanage. The small dorm made her relax and immediately feel better. Melanie was a somewhat shy girl by nature. At 5', 9" she was a statuesque, auburn haired, slender teen, very pretty and eminently desirable by most who see her, even other girls.
As she stepped into the dorm she noticed right away the one empty bed over by the window and she began to make her way toward it. The other five beds were occupied, each by an equally pretty 16 year old girl. As Melanie tentatively continued in the direction of the empty bed, one of the other girls suddenly got up and stepped toward her.
"Hi', she said with a smile, "I'm Brandy Sumner. You must be the new girl."
"Um, yeah", Melanie replied shyly, looking at the floor the most of the time.
"Well, what's your name?", Brandy prompted gently.
"Melanie", she said quietly, "Melanie Willis".
"Well, welcome to the 4 West Dorm Melanie", Brandy said in a kindly tone of voice.
"Thank you", Melanie said. She managed to produce a smile for them. It was only then that Melanie noticed that the other girls were all dressed exactly alike: tight blue jeans and ordinary white T-shirts. Brandy made the introductions all around. There was Erica Belmore, Andrea Wickman, Carissa Williams and Kyrie Rothman. All were pretty, and all were surprisingly warm and friendly. Melanie arrived at her bed and plunked her bags down on it.
"Not too hard to tell which bed is yours huh?", Brandy said with a chuckle.
"Yeah", Melanie smiled back, "I mean no!" She smiled shyly and blushed.
"Don't worry Melanie", Brandy said in a gentle tone of voice, "You'll be comfortable here. We all just want to be really good friends that's all". Melanie was quite flattered by that. She smiled and said, "Thank you Brandy, that's really nice". As it was already 8:30 in the evening the day was pretty much done, so Melanie decided she might as well change into her night clothes: white cotton panties, a white T-shirt and white cotton pajama pants which were fairly snug on her. She pulled a magazine out of one of her suitcases, stretched out on top of her bed, and began to read. Brandy went back to her own bed and just lounged in her jeans and T-shirt.
To Melanie's surprise, after what seemed like five minutes, Brandy suddenly said, "Well guys, it's 10:45. Might as well get ready for bed". They slowly began changing into their night clothes, which were quite similar to Melanie's. Eventually everyone was in their beds and as Melanie slipped under the covers, the lights went off. Melanie found the bed to be surprisingly soft and comfortable and in no time she was soundly asleep. At around 1:30 am she awoke to discover that she needed to pee. She climbed out of bed and shuffled toward the dormitory door. As she got to it she grabbed the door's handle and pulled and - nothing happened. The door was locked! She pulled on the door more and more urgently, but it just wouldn't budge. She was shocked and upset to discover that they were apparently locked in. She padded back to her bed and sat down. By now she was starting jiggle about a little, trying to hold on. She knew that Brandy was sleeping in the bed beside hers, just five feet to the left of her bed.
"Brandy?", she said in a loud whisper.
"Hmmm?" Brandy mumbled, coming slowly out of sleep. "What's the matter Melanie?" she said sleepily.
"The door's locked", Melanie replied anxiously.
"I know. So?", Brandy said.
"Well, how are we supposed to get to the washroom at night?"
"You don't", Brandy whispered back, "Nobody does".
Melanie thought about this for a moment. She was now squirming on her bed in her increasing state of desperation.
"What do you mean?", she said anxiously, "What if you need to go?"
"You just do", Brandy said,
"What?", Melanie said, hoping she had heard wrong.
"Go", Brandy said again, "Just go. In your bed."
"Really?", Melanie said in shock.
"Yes", Brandy replied, "Like this."
In the total silence of the dorm Melanie could clearly here a soft hissing, burbling sound coming from Brandy's bed. It was quite obvious that she was casually wetting her bed. Melanie couldn't help herself.
"Did you just go in your bed?', she asked.
"Yep", Brandy replied. Melanie was stunned. She was really desperate now, but she was very unsure about peeing in her bed.
"Don't worry Melanie", Brandy said, " it'll be okay. Just do it in your bed. We all do. Even the matron does."
Melanie was reeling at the realization that she was living in the same dorm with five other sixteen year old girls who deliberately wet their beds every night. She laid back down and pulled the covers over her. She was squirming a lot now and she new she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. She thought about how Brandy had so calmly peed in her bed, like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. She also thought about how Brandy had said that all the girls in the school pee in bed every night and that even the matron does. It was quite obviously a normal and accepted thing in this school. With this in mind she decided she might as well do it. After all, she wasn't going to be able to hold it anyway. She relaxed and let go. A solid stream of pee flowed from her crotch, easily soaking through her panties and pajama pants, and hissed into the bed. She could feel a warm wetness spreading out underneath her as she continued to wet her bed full force. She sighed with relief as the pressure was released fully from her aching bladder. The wetness was spreading up her back a little, and also down her legs. Finally her stream began to weaken and then stopped altogether. She lay there in her wetness. Her bed, panties, pajamas and most of her T-shirt were saturated with her pee. To her stunned surprise it had actually felt wonderfully relaxing to just pee in bed, rather than get up and go to the bathroom.
"Wasn't too bad, was it?", Brandy suddenly said.
"Uh, no", Melanie croaked, "It actually felt kinda good". She was startled that Brandy knew she had peed in her bed.
"Well, now you know what to do when you need to pee at night", Brandy said.
"Mmmm", Melanie replied. She was suddenly sleepy and to her surprise she found herself drifting off, despite the wetness she was laying in.
* * *
Melanie opened her eyes and peered blearily around. It was morning and sunlight filtered through the blinds and into the room. She noticed that all the other girls were still in bed. She looked at the clock up on the wall. 7:30. Her first class wasn't until 9:00 so she had a little time to spare. She became aware of the wetness of her bed. It had receded somewhat while she slept so that now it was more a heavy dampness. Her butt was a little itchy but she decided that after the first week of sleeping in a wet bed she would get used to it and the itchiness would go away. She needed to pee. It was her morning pee of course and that was always her biggest pee of the day. It didn't take her long to decide to just do it in bed again. After all, she was already wet. What did she have to lose? She lay there and simply let go, re-saturating her night clothes and the bed. The bed grew warm around her, making the wetness feel much better. She realized that she had already grown to like wetting her bed. This was going to be a great stay in this school. Little did she know that more surprises were in store.
The other girls began to wake up and stretch and yawn. They all remained in bed and one by one they fell still as they peed, refreshing the wetness in their beds.. Then they all started to get up. Melanie climbed out of her bed and surveyed the wet area. It was huge, covering almost the entire width of the twin size bed. Her pajamas and T-shirt clung wetly to her body. She smiled then and found herself looking forward to the coming night, when she would be able to have more wet fun. She peeled her wet pajama pants and T-shirt off, then the panties. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off. It was then that she noticed the overwhelming odor of urine. The whole room smelled wonderfully of pee. She had noticed that it was now 8:42 and she realized that she no longer had enough time for a shower. She smelled of pee and she hoped it wouldn't be too noticeable. She went to her dresser and to her surprise there were a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt sitting on top.
"That's our uniform here, if you can call it that", Brandy said from behind her.
"Huh?', Melanie replied, not caring at all about her nakedness.
"The jeans and T-shirt", Brandy answered.
"Oh -- yeah", Melanie said. She opened the top drawer of the dresser and picked up a pair of full cut, shiny satin panties in pale blue. Because of the satiny fabric it was almost a metallic blue. She grabbed a matching bra and, plucking the jeans and T-shirt from the top of the dresser, headed for her bed. She usually sat on her bed for part of getting dressed, and she remembered just in time that her bed was soaked with pee and she couldn't sit on it. Luckily there was a chair at the foot of her bed and she used that. Soon she was dressed in her "uniform" and she grabbed up her class schedule and her notebooks and headed for the door.
"Hey wait up!", a voice said behind her. She stopped and turned and looked at Kyrie Rothman. Kyrie was smiling. She said, "Let's walk together. I think we're in the same class this morning." They compared schedules and sure enough, they were in the same class. Melanie was straight and always had been. She was revolted by the thought of having sex with another girl. But when she looked at Kyrie, she couldn't help feeling a tingle go through her. Kyrie was an incredibly gorgeous blonde with a very shapely butt and perfect, pert 34C breasts.
They started for the door when suddenly Kyrie said, "Hold it a sec, I just gotta pee".
"But you just did pee in your bed", Melanie said as she stopped and turned. To her surprise Kyrie was just standing there.
"I pee a lot in the morning", Kyrie replied with a shrug, "I always have".
Suddenly a shiny wet patch appeared in Kyrie's crotch. The patch rapidly became glistening streams flowing down each leg of her jeans to drip off the cuffs at the bottom and form a small pool on the floor between her feet. Melanie was shocked. Kyrie had matter-of-factly stood there and wet herself! Melanie realized she must have been gaping because Kyrie suddenly looked apologetic and said, "I'm sorry, I though Brandy told you".
"T-Told me what?", Melanie managed.
"That we never use the toilet here. When we have to go we just do it in our pants or in our beds."
"Uh, no, she didn't", Melanie replied. "She did tell me about going in bed, and I did wet my bed last night",
"Well at least she told you that", Kyrie said. "So yeah, from now on, if you need to go, just do it in your pants. And of course at night you just do it in bed". Melanie wasn't at all sure about this. She didn't mind wetting her bed because nobody actually saw her doing that. But to wet her pants and then walk around school where everyone would see her wet pants was quite different. Luckily she didn't need to go right then so they both headed for their class. During the walk along the corridor Melanie spotted at least ten or twelve other girls who had obviously wet their pants. This was so weird, she thought. They got to the classroom and went inside. There were quite a few girls in there with wet pants. One girl was still peeing in hers, quite matter-of-factly while talking with a friend. They sat through the class and endured the boredom of a history lesson. Just over an hour later the class was over and they headed for the cafeteria for their morning break. During the walk to the cafeteria, Melanie noticed a cleaning lady mopping pee puddles off the floor. Suddenly the lady paused, and wet herself! Then she promptly mopped up the puddle. Melanie just stared. Everyone peed their pants in this school, even the cleaning ladies! She was willing to bet that even the Dean wet her pants. And her bed for that matter. As they walked into the cafeteria Melanie suddenly needed to pee. She looked around at the other girls and most of them had wet their pants. In resignation she decided she might as well wet herself too. After all, she really wanted to fit in here.
"Uh Kyrie", she said, "Uh, just a second. I have to pee".
"Oh, okay. Well pee and then lets sit at a table", she replied.
Melanie stopped where she was, relaxed herself, and with a soft sigh, she released her bladder. Instantly there was warm pee flowing down her legs and soaking her jeans. She marveled at how surprisingly good it felt to just let it go in her pants. She watched the pool form between her legs. Finally her stream died away and she was standing there in pee soaked jeans.
C'mon, let's sit. I wanna talk with ya for for a while", Kyrie said, not even blinking an eye. Melanie just shrugged and followed her to a table. When they got to the table, Melanie pulled a chair out and noticed that it was wet from a previous occupant. As she was wet already she just shrugged and sat in it, making herself wetter.
"So what do you think of this school?", Kyrie asked suddenly.
"It's quite the place", Melanie replied, "I love your total lack of inhibitions here. I'm still amazed at how pants wetting and bed wetting are accepted as normal"
"I'm amazed at how you took to it so quickly", Kyrie said. "Usually with new girls they get all weirded out by it and it takes quite a while to get them to accept it and start doing it themselves", she added.
"I can imagine", Melanie said, "I've always been curious about what it would be like to wet my bed on purpose and to pee in my pants. I never actually had the courage to try it until I came here".
"Well, you're gonna fit right in then!", Kyrie said happily. Suddenly a thought occurred to Melanie and she kind of looked anxious all of a sudden.
"Kyrie", she said, "What if I have to poop?"
"You do it in your pants of course", Kyrie replied matter-of-factly. Melanie thought about this for a few moments. "Okay, so say I pooped my pants right now", she said, "Then what? Do I just leave it in my pants?"
"Yep", Kyrie answered, "After school you just go outside to the garbage dumpster and dump it in there".
"But", Melanie began, "how do I get it from my panties to the dumpster?"
"Just use some Kleenexes or paper towels and scoop it out of your panties with your hand and toss it in the dumpster", Kyrie replied, "Then you wipe yourself and your panties and pull them back up".
"Hmm", Melanie said simply.
"Are you okay with that?", Kyrie asked,
"Well . . .", Melanie replied. Then another thought hit her,
"What about in bed at night?", she asked.
"Again, just do it into your pajamas and then in the morning you scoop it out and dump it", Kyrie said.
Melanie was really stunned by all this and she sat there thinking hard about it. She was still trying to come to grips with being a student at a girls boarding school in which pants wetting and pooping, and bet wetting and pooping were considered to be normal everyday things that everybody did. She was aware, of course, that she was very likely going to have to poop herself, if only to at least try it and see if she was comfortable with it. And of course she was determined to do her best to fit in and be one of the girls.
It was then that Melanie realized that she needed to poop.
PART 2
"Melanie?"
"Huh?", Melanie sputtered, startled. She had been concentrating on her need to poop and had forgotten that Kyrie had asked her a question.
"Are you okay with just doing it in your pants and bed when you need to go?", Kyrie asked again patiently.
"Well, I have no problem with peeing myself, but I'm not too sure about pooping", Melanie responded hesitantly.
"Okay, I guess it is a bit bizarre, but everybody here does it. We're all used to it now. In fact most of us are completely incontinent and can't hold it anyway. So it's very convenient to be able to just go whenever", Kyrie said. Once again Melanie was stunned. Incontinent! Would she get that way? Suddenly the pressure in her bowels increased substantially and she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer. She began to squirm a little and this did not go unnoticed.
"Melanie?", Kyrie said in friendly concern.
"Kyrie, um, I gotta, well -- poop". There, she'd said it. And now she steeled herself for Kyrie's inevitable response.
"Melanie, hon, don't worry about it. Just stand up and let it go. Just do it in your pants. You'll be fine, trust me. I do it all the time." Kyrie did not disappoint. Or did she? Suddenly another thought occurred to Melanie.
"What about the smell?", she asked.
"Oh we're long since used to that", Kyrie said easily, "It gets so that you don't even notice it anymore".
"I guess you must go through a lot of underwear here", Melanie said with a chuckle, trying her best to lighten up a little. Kyrie chuckled back and said, "Only when they get really messy. That doesn't happen very often. Usually we just wear the same pair of panties all the time, without ever taking them off". Thoughts were hitting Melanie one after another and now she asked, "What if you get the runs?"
"They give you this medication that plugs you up for about four days. And it does it right away after taking it", Kyrie replied casually.
Suddenly there was a jolt of pressure in her bowels and she squirmed again. She looked anxiously at Kyrie, who just smiled reassuringly. Melanie managed to smile back and after a moment's hesitation she got to her feet. She looked at Kyrie again, who gave her a look of encouragement. Melanie spread her legs slightly and, with a shuddery sigh, she let go. Her poop started to slide out into her pants slowly at first, and then it gradually got faster. She could feel the back of her jeans starting to bulge. They were tight though, so there was only so far that they could bulge. She continued to poop steadily into her jeans, and as she did so the poop began to spread out, some going up her ass crack, and some going down between her legs. To her surprise she discovered that it actually felt good to just stand there and fill her pants. Finally the last of her poop squished out into her pants and she was finished. She reached behind her to feel what she had done. There was a huge mound ballooning her jeans out, and it was warm and soft. And there was virtually no smell.
"There, you see?", Kyrie smiled, "Nothing to it".
"It actually kinda felt good", Melanie said.
"C'mon", Kyrie said suddenly, 'We gotta get to Math class". She stood and the two of them walked out into the corridor and headed for their math class. Along the way Melanie spotted many girls with wet jeans, and a few girls standing there casually wetting themselves. Melanie had a strange feeling in her gut. It was a weird, wonderful, tingly feeling. A feeling of finally being able to completely let herself go and have no inhibitions at all. Suddenly she knew that she was going to thoroughly enjoy her time at Etherington. She was no longer worried about fitting in.
They walked into their math class and it was only as she headed for a desk that Melanie realized that she was going to have to sit down in her poop filled pants. Her immediate thought was What the hell? I've done everything else, so I might as well do this too. So she sat down. As she touched the seat the poop oozed up inside her jeans. She could feel some climbing up into her crotch and was amazed that it felt good and not icky. She was actually starting to get a little aroused. She quickly brought herself under control and turned her concentration to the class. The teacher began writing equations on the blackboard. She was a pretty woman in her early thirties and once again Melanie suddenly found herself staring at her breasts and butt. What the hell is happening to me? she thought. Her she was, sitting in math class in pee soaked, poop filled jeans, staring at a woman's breasts and butt. Just two days ago she would have been utterly horrified at the very thought of it. Now she found herself actually enjoying the naughtiness of freely doing something that was usually considered to be taboo. Then she caught Kyrie looking at her again and turned quickly away, blushing. She was getting hot and discreetly she slid her hand down to her crotch and pressed a finger against her wet jeans. It was a mistake. A little gasp of pleasure escaped her and the teacher suddenly said, "Melanie? Are you alright?" Melanie got herself under control and said, "Uh yeah, I uh poked myself with my pen". She was acutely embarrassed and she could hear the other girls in the class snickering softly. She longed to hear the final bell ring and make good her escape.
Three-thirty finally did come and school ended for the day. Gym was Melanie's last class of the day, but she did not share this class with Kyrie, and they had gone their separate ways. In gym the girls wore tights and gym T-shirts, as did the teacher, Miss Wickham. Melanie watched in wonder as twice Miss Wickham casually peed in her tights during gym class. Melanie had showered fully clothed in her tights and gym T-shirt, along with the other girls, to rinse out the pee they had done in them during the class. She had been terrified that the poop in her panties would soften in the shower and start to run down her legs, but luckily it hadn't. Now she found her way to a door leading to the outside clutching a fistful of paper towels she had taken from the change room in the gym. She found a dumpster and in about five minutes she had her poop scooped and dumped. She wiped herself and her panties and then simply pulled them back up along with her jeans and headed for her dorm. About halfway there she met up with Kyrie again. They walked together and chatted about their day. At one point Kyrie looked at Melanie as they walked, and smiled and said, "You know, I really like you. You're very pretty". Then she slipped her hand into Melanie's with the intention of walking hand in hand. Melanie however had no such intention and she pulled her hand away immediately. Kyrie looked hurt and said, "Melanie, what's wrong?"
"I'm not like that", Melanie replied quietly. "I'm sorry", she added. She was still very unsure about it as yet.
"Oh, that's okay", Kyrie responded just as quietly, "We can still be friends. You wouldn't mind the occasional hug or kiss, would you?"
"No, that would be okay", Melanie said. Kyrie smiled at that and suddenly leaned over and pecked Melanie on the cheek. "Thanks Mel", she said. They relaxed after that and chatted amicably as they walked the rest of the way back to the dorm.
Unknown to Kyrie, when she had kissed Melanie, Melanie had felt that tingle again. She was shocked at the thought that another girl could do that to her. She honestly thought that she wasn't into girls. Maybe she was wrong. She decided not to say anything for now and just see what developed.
In the dorm Melanie dropped her school books down on the little desk beside her bed and plunked herself down in the chair at the foot of her bed. It was an older armchair with soft upholstery and when she sat in it a smell of pee wafted up. Mmmm she thought. She had actually gotten to like the smell of pee and she was kind of glad that she smelled of it most of the time. After all, everybody did in this school. She closed her eyes and relaxed in her chair, winding down from her first day of classes in this incredible school. After a time she found that she needed to pee. She was deciding to do it in the chair when suddenly she did. She just sighed and matter-of-factly peed herself sitting in the chair. Her jeans and the chair got soaked and it felt great. She sat there enjoying her wetness immensely. The other girls were talking quietly to each other about their day. She glanced around the dorm and suddenly spotted Kyrie looking at her. Again that tingle hit her and to her shocked amazement she found herself looking at Kyrie's breasts and tight, round, pee dampened butt. She looked away quickly, blushing furiously. Melanie was beginning to come to the realization that she was attracted to Kyrie. This went against a lifetime of interest in boys only. She was finding it difficult to fully accept it. Using her pants and bed as her toilet was one thing. Becoming involved with a girl was quite another. Before she had looked away, Kyrie had smiled and blown her a kiss. The now familiar tingle had shot through her. She tried to imagine what it would be like French kiss Kyrie, and again the tingle was there, and her heart beat went up a couple of notches. Melanie was stunned that this was happening to her. She thought hard about it and decided that she was not ready to accept it, but she was open to not trying to stop it and just seeing what happened.
She sat there in her chair doing her homework, wetting herself when the need arose, and soon it was time for supper. Everybody went to the cafeteria at 5:30 for this and at 5:20 Melanie reluctantly got up out of her luxuriously wet chair and headed for the door. As she reached the door she felt a tap on her elbow and she turned to look. Kyrie was walking beside her.
"Hi Mel", she said brightly, "Just wanted to walk to the caf with you, if that's okay?"
"Sure", Melanie heard herself say. She noticed that Kyrie's jeans were shiny wet. She had obviously just had a pee. They walked together along the corridor but didn't say much. Then Melanie shocked herself when she suddenly reached out and took Kyrie's hand into hers. Kyrie immediately smiled and squeezed Melanie's hand. Melanie just blushed and continued walking, her heart pounding, the tingle coursing through her. They reached the cafeteria and sat beside each other at a table toward the back of the huge room. Kyrie turned to look at Melanie, who was staring nervously at the table, her heart thudding away.
"Melanie?", Kyrie said softly.
"Yeah", Melanie said quietly without looking up.
"That was really nice of you to hold hands with me. Thank you". Kyrie said, again softly. Melanie turned and looked at Kyrie then and smiled. "Your welcome", she said timidly. She was so nervous that her bladder abruptly let go and she saturated herself where she sat. The warm wetness in her jeans made her relax a bit. It felt so damn good that she couldn't help but be relaxed by it. At that point waitresses appeared and starting placing food on the tables. Occasionally, around the cafeteria, a waitress would pause to wet herself and then continue handing out food.
Melanie and Kyrie began to eat and the food was superb. They had rack of lamb, mint sauce, mashed potatoes, cauliflower and asparagus. Everything a fine private school should have. The beverage was non-alcoholic wine. Kyrie finished her meal quickly and sat back as Melanie ate hers. Melanie was used to this kind of food of course and she dined with great relish. She was slicing a sprig of cauliflower with her knife when she suddenly felt a hand on her damp right thigh. She looked and Kyrie was smiling as she rested her hand there. Then Kyrie began to slowly slide her hand back and forth along Melanie's thigh and suddenly Melanie's heart was back in overdrive. The tingle was literally screaming through her now, and she felt herself starting to get hot between her legs. She could not believe this was happening. She had never been remotely interested in girls before, but now she found herself turned on by them. She made no attempt to stop Kyrie from caressing her thigh. Then Kyrie suddenly stopped it herself. Melanie looked at her and Kyrie smiled and blew her a kiss. This time Melanie smiled back shyly, blushed and returned the kiss. Kyrie's smile went huge when she saw that.
When supper came to an end, Melanie and Kyrie stood and turned to leave the cafeteria. This time they took each other's hand without hesitation and walked hand in hand back to the dorm. They both had to stop on the way to pee their pants and Kyrie put on a big show as the pee flowed down her jeans. "Aaaaah, that feels soooooo good peeing myself", she cooed. Melanie giggled and soaked her jeans as well and then they held hands again as they resumed their walk back to the dorm. When they walked in the door of the dorm the first thing they heard was Erica Belmore saying, "Got the hots for her, haven't ya Kyrie?"
Kyrie blushed a little and Melanie blushed furiously.
"Yeah, I kinda do", Kyrie replied. "She's really cute", she added. Melanie was now ten shades of crimson. There were friendly ooooooh's all around and as they walked past Erica, she gave Melanie's butt a playful slap. It sounded more like a splat from her jeans being soaked with pee. They reached Melanie's bed and released each other's hands.
"Kyrie, I've got homework to now so, I'll talk to you later?", Melanie asked tentatively.
"Sure, no problem", Kyrie said, "I've got homework myself".
Kyrie leaned in and kissed Melanie - on the lips. And she lingered for a moment. Melanie blushed again and turned quickly away. Kyrie just smiled and continued on to her own bed.
Melanie sank back down in her wet chair and promptly peed herself to warm it up and refresh it. If felt wonderful and she relaxed noticeably. She tried to do her homework but she just couldn't concentrate, as she kept thinking of Kyrie. And as she thought of Kyrie the tingle started up again. She was starting to get hot between her legs, and not from pee. Suddenly she took a deep breath and told herself to calm down. This was getting ridiculous she admonished herself. She decided to pee herself again and refresh her chair to help her relax. It worked and she felt much better. She got back to her homework and managed to get it done this time. She didn't even pause to wet herself, she just peed while she worked when the need hit her. Eventually 10:45 came around and she peeled off her wet jeans and T-shirt, but left her wet panties on of course. Then she put her pajama pants and night T-shirt on and climbed into her damp bed. It was cold and clammy when she first got in so she immediately gave it a good wetting. She released herself full force and wet her bed with gusto. She had been looking forward to this all day. Now her bed was luxuriously warm and wet and she settled down to sleep. The dorm fell quiet and as she waited for sleep Melanie heard a soft hiss as one of the other girls wet her bed.
Melanie awoke to see beams of sunshine slanting through the slats of the blinds. She stretched and yawned and had a good pee in bed. She was once again luxuriously warm and wet and she didn't want to get up. But she knew she had to and she climbed reluctantly out of bed. As she was pulling her still damp jeans up she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Kyrie standing beside her, smiling.
"Here, let me help you Mel", she said softly.
"Uh o-okay", Melanie replied hesitantly.
Kyrie grasped the waist of Melanie's jeans and pulled them the rest of the way up. She then carefully fastened the button and pulled the zipper up. Suddenly she placed her hand on Melanie's butt and patted it.
"There you go honey", she said softly, "Thank you".
Melanie looked into Kyrie's eyes. She wasn't sure what was happening here but her heart was doing back flips in her chest, and the tingle was sizzling inside her. She felt herself getting hot again and now even her nipples were going hard. They could be clearly seen through her bra and T-shirt. She could also feel her last inhibitions melting away, just dissolving. She was even starting to breathe in little puffs of surprise. Then, abruptly, to her utter amazement, she gave in completely.
"Oh Kyrie!", she gasped breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around her, pulled her tight against her and began to French kiss her deeply. Kyrie responded eagerly, pulling Melanie tight and crushing their breasts together. She French kissed Melanie with complete abandon, engulfed in her love and passion, melting into her and they both peed pleasurably in their pants while still locked together and soaked each other wonderfully. It was a moment that each would remember vividly for the rest of their lives.
Later, as they sat side by side in history class, Melanie had thoughts only for what had had happened between them that morning. She remembered how incredibly good it had felt to hold another girl tight and French kiss her passionately while wetting their pants together. She was getting herself hot again and she quickly peed to relax herself. She breathed a sigh of relief as she blissfully soaked her jeans. History class dragged on and they had to wait twice while the teacher peed herself, and once when she had to take a poop. Finally it ended though and Melanie and Kyrie headed out into the corridor. This time though, they did not head for the cafeteria. Instead they went outside and found a secluded corner. The instant they got there they were in each other's arms, French kissing madly. They started caressing each other's breasts and butts. Soon they were moaning and grinding themselves against each other. Then they were peeing against each other again, their jeans awash with glistening, shiny streams of pee flowing through them to pool on the ground around their feet. Just then the five minute warning buzzer sounded before the next class was to begin. Reluctantly they stepped away from each other. For a moment they just stared into each other's eyes. Melanie smiled hesitantly and tried to speak. "Kyrie I . . .", she faltered. Kyrie was actually a little flustered now too. Melanie tried again. "Kyrie I . . . I think . . . I -I love you". She absolutely could not believe what she had just said. Kyrie managed to look shocked, delighted and overwhelmed all at the same time.
"Oh God Melanie!", she breathed, ""Oh God, I love you too!"
They hugged again and had a quick kiss before tearing themselves away from each other and heading back into the school. All through math class all Melanie could think of was Kyrie, sweet beautiful Kyrie. They were not sitting together in math class because they had been late getting there and the only two desks left were on opposite sides of the room, one at the front and the other at the back. Melanie was almost continually wetting herself in excitement over her new found love for Kyrie. She wondered what was going to happen in the dorm tonight. She realized that there was a good chance that she would make love to a girl for the first time in her life. She promptly soaked her jeans again at the thought of it. She immediately began to think up as many inventive ways to pee on each other as she could, when they were in bed together that night.
End of part 2
PART 3
As Melanie continued through her day and continued to think of Kyrie, she continued to soak her jeans constantly. She had become aware of just how much peeing she was doing. She hadn't thought it possible for a human body to produce that much pee. She was thirsty all the time and so she drank copious amounts of water every day. This of course simply added fuel to her bladder's seemingly unstoppable urine production. She also realized that she had indeed become incontinent of bladder. She didn't mind that at all as she thoroughly enjoyed peeing her pants and being wet all the time, but she was a little curious about peeing so often. She decided to go and see the school nurse about it.
Math class ended, mercifully, and as Melanie stepped out into the hall she spotted Kyrie and went over to her. They embraced and kissed passionately as Melanie soaked her jeans yet again. This is ridiculous, she thought, nobody pees this much, do they? They broke their kiss and Melanie smiled shyly at Kyrie. She still wasn't totally committed to this, although she was most of the way there. Kyrie had her hand on Melanie's saturated butt and she looked in Melanie's face and said, "Holy shit Mel, how much peeing have you been doing?"
"I know ", Melanie answered, "I pee all the time now. I can't seem to stop. Weird huh?"
"Yeah, kinda", Kyrie replied, "Are you alright? Do you feel sick or anything?"
"I feel fine, no problem at all there", Melanie said sincerely. "I think I'm gonna go see the nurse about it though", she added.
"Oh baby, I hope your alright", Kyrie said with genuine concern. Melanie smiled and kissed Kyrie gently on the lips. "Don't worry Kyrie, " she said, "I'll be fine, you'll see".
"Have you checked your jeans lately Mel?", Kyrie asked then with a frown. Melanie looked down and was shocked to see that her jeans were completely soaked and her T-shirt was wet to just below her breasts. It was like she had waded into water up to her chest.
"Oh my God Kyrie!", Melanie gasped in horror. Suddenly she was really frightened now. "Oh God Kyrie, I think something's really wrong with me", she said with a quavery voice. "I mean, I love peeing my pants and all but this is crazy!", Melanie practically wailed. She was almost panicking now.
"Come on sweetie", Kyrie said suddenly, grabbing her by the hand. "Let's get you to the nurse's office right now". She marched off down the corridor pulling her frightened girlfriend behind her.
"Kyrie, what about English class?", Melanie asked miserably as she stumbled along behind her.
"The hell with English class", Kyrie said immediately, "Your health is far more important than any damn class". Melanie was overwhelmed at the genuine love and concern from Kyrie. God she loved her, she knew that now beyond a doubt.
They arrived at the nurse's office and Kyrie rapped her knuckles on the door as they walked in. An attractive woman about 35 years old stepped out of an inner office and smiled at them.
"Sue, this is my girlfriend, Melanie Willis", Kyrie began, "She's new here and she has kind of a problem".
The nurse smiled at Melanie then and said, "Hi Melanie. I'm Sue Reed, the school nurse. What seems to be the problem?
"Well I - I can't seem to stop, well, peeing", Melanie said shyly.
"Hmm", Sue said thoughtfully, "How often do you go?"
"About once every half hour or so", Melanie responded quietly.
"My goodness", Sue said, alarmed, 'That is a lot. Are you incontinent yet?"
"Uh yeah", Melanie replied.
"Already?", Sue said in surprise. "But it usually takes weeks, sometimes a couple of months".
"Oh Mel", Kyrie said. She was really worried and Melanie was practically on the verge of tears now.
"Melanie?", Sue said gently, "I'm just going to call the doctor and see if she can come here and check you out, okay?"
"Okay", Melanie replied in a shaky voice. Now she was crying and Kyrie hugged her tightly and stroked her hair and her back.
"Mel, don't cry", she said softly, "You'll be okay baby, don't worry".
"I'm scared Kyrie", Melanie sobbed, "I'm really scared. I think something's really wrong with me".
Kyrie pulled her even tighter to her then. She even had tears in her eyes now. They were standing like that when the nurse came back out from phoning the doctor.
"Doctor McKenzie said she'll be here in half an hour", she said. "Melanie, there's a bed in the back room if you'd like to lie down", she added.
"What if I pee again?", Melanie asked miserably.
"Oh that's okay", Sue answered immediately, "Just wet the bed. It gets peed in all the time anyway".
"Well, okay then", Melanie said in a quivery voice. Sue started to lead Melanie back to the back room when Kyrie said, "Um, Sue, I'd kinda like to stay with her, if that's okay. We're kinda close and I'd just really like to be here with her".
"Sure Kyrie, no problem", Sue answered, without hesitation. They all went into the back room and Sue showed them the bed. She pulled the covers back and the two of them stripped down to their panties and bras and climbed in. They immediately snuggled tightly together and just cuddled, enjoying each others warmth and closeness. Melanie was feeling a lot better now, laying snuggled in bed in her girlfriend's arms. Ten minutes passed and Melanie was actually starting to drift off when suddenly she heard a loud burbling noise and she could feel the bed getting very wet.
"Mmmmm", Kyrie murmured, "does that ever feel good". Kyrie was peeing into the bed. Melanie lay there and enjoyed the spreading wetness around her.
"Does it ever", Melanie said softly. Without hesitation she began to pee a torrent into the bed. She was surprised at having to consciously release it. Although she hadn't felt any pressure yet and more than likely she would have involuntarily released at the first sign of pressure anyway. Now the two of them lay in a luxuriously saturated bed, snuggled tighter together and drifted off. They were sound asleep when Sue came in and woke them up.
"I'm sorry girls", she said sincerely, "But the doctor is here".
"That was quick", Melanie said sleepily. Sue chuckled and said, "I wouldn't say that. You've been in here for almost an hour".
"An hour?!!", Kyrie said, startled. "Well, there goes English class", she added.
"Oh don't worry about that", Sue said, "I've arranged for both of you to have the rest of the day off anyway".
Melanie actually managed a smile then. "Thanks Sue, that was really nice of you", she said.
"My pleasure", Sue replied cheerfully.
Kyrie threw the covers back and started to climb out of bed. Sue noticed the sodden sheets and mattress and said, "Was that you who wet the bed Melanie?".
"We both did actually", Melanie answered.
"Oh, okay then", Sue said.
They started to put their damp jeans back on and Melanie's were so damp that they were icy cold and she gasped as she pulled them up.
"You better pee in them and warm them up", Kyrie said with a chuckle. Before Melanie could answer she was peeing anyway. Immediately her jeans felt much warmer. Despite her problem she still loved it when she peed her pants and made them comfortably warm and wet. They were dressed now and Sue told them to just sit on the bed and wait for the doctor. As they sat down on the bed the mattress actually squelched it was so wet. Their butts were instantly soaked but neither of them minded at all.
The doctor came into the room and smiled at both of them. She was an attractive red head who appeared to be in her early forties.
"Well", she said, "Which one of you is Melanie?"
"I - I am", Melanie said, starting to feel frightened again.
"Hi Melanie", the doctor said pleasantly, "I'm Roberta McKenzie, the on-call doctor for Etherington".
"Hi", was all Melanie said. The doctor pulled a small stool on casters over to the bed and sat on it. "I understand you've been having a bit of a problem with excessive urination", she said.
"Um, well yeah, I - I have", Melanie said.
"How often have you been going?", the doctor asked.
"About once every half hour", Melanie responded.
"Well now", the doctor said, "That is a little more than usual". It was an obvious understatement intended to make Melanie feel a little more at ease. It didn't work. Melanie began to cry softly again. Kyrie reached her arm around behind Melanie's back and pulled her close. "It's okay sweetie", she said gently, "The doctor's here now. Everything's going to be okay".
"Well Melanie", the doctor said, "I think you're girlfriend here is probably right. I sincerely doubt that you have anything seriously wrong with you. How much do you drink during the day?"
"Uh, about, I dunno, about five or six glasses of water", Melanie said hesitantly. "It's hard to tell because I always just use a drinking fountain", she added.
"Okay", the doctor began patiently, "how many times do you use a drinking fountain ever day?"
"Um, I guess maybe fifteen or twenty times", Melanie said quietly. The doctor seemed to think about this for a few moments and then she said, "Well, that is kind of a lot. Do you feel thirsty all the time?"
"Well yeah, I do".
Suddenly the doctor stood up and walked over to a counter which had been installed across one wall of the small room. She took picked up what looked like a large pad of paper and a pen. As she did this she said, "Well Melanie, I really don't think there's that much wrong with you, but to be on the safe side I'm going to have some tests done. They'll be mostly blood tests, but I'll also need a urine sample from you". She handed Melanie a small plastic container with a screw-cap on it. The cap had a special seal securing it. "Just fill this container to the line on the label. And please don't pee through your pants for this. I need it to come straight out of you, if you know what I mean".
Melanie couldn't help herself and she actually giggled just a little. "Okay", she said, "Just this once".
"Why thank you", the doctor said with a smile. Melanie became serious again and said, "Doctor, why do you think I've been peeing so much?"
"Well", the doctor began, "actually I think what's probably happening here is something that's more emotional than physical. You're new here at Etherington and you've just been introduced to full-time pants and bed wetting. At first you were uncomfortable with it, but now you've been doing it for a couple of days and you've discovered that you love it. You're on an emotional high, excited by the very fact that you can freely wet yourself any time you want, and this has caused you to send mental messages to your urinary system to produce to more urine. Thus you're peeing a lot more often. It may sound improbable to you, but I assure you that this is by no means unheard of. You can either make a conscious effort to bring yourself down from the 'high' and therefore bring your urine production back down to normal, or you can stay like this, and soak yourself all the time. It's really up to you. Of course, as I said, I do want you to have those tests done, just to make sure you're alright. But I think you're going to be just fine Melanie".
Melanie and Kyrie looked at each other and broke out into huge smiles. Suddenly they flung their arms around each other and brought their lips together and had a long wonderful kiss. They finally broke the kiss off and Kyrie said, "Oh Mel, I'm so happy for you".
"Ohhh, me too", Melanie said with considerable relief. The doctor just stood there and smiled the whole time. She then stepped forward and handed Melanie a sheet of paper and said, "Here's the request form for the blood tests. You'll have to go to a clinic uptown to have this done. Kyrie will show you the diapers they use here for trips into town. Get this done right away Melanie. I mean this afternoon, right after I leave, okay?"
"Okay, I will", she replied, feeling a little nervous again.
"Okay then", the doctor said brightly, "I'm going to head out now. I'll be back on Friday to see you about the test results, okay?"
"Yep, okay", Melanie said, falling victim to the doctor's infectious good cheer.
"And Melanie", the doctor said as she headed for the door, "in the meantime, feel free to soak yourself as much as you want". Melanie and Kyrie giggled delightedly at that and Melanie said, "Thanks doctor", while smiling broadly.
"Your very welcome Melanie", the doctor smiled back. The she was gone.
Instantly Melanie and Kyrie were in each other's arms, breasts pressed together wonderously. "Oh Melanie!", Kyrie said, "I so glad there's nothing wrong with you", They immediately mashed their mouths together in a deep French kiss.
"Ahem!", came a sudden voice from near the door. They leapt apart, blushing furiously, and turned to look. Sue, the nurse, had come to check on them. She put a mock angry look on her face, shook her index finger at them and said, "Girls! I mean really. You should be ashamed of yourself! Stand up, this intant!"
They looked at each other and immediately decided to play along. They stood up 'nervously' and then stared at the floor and fidgeted. Suddenly they both started to wet their pants voluminously, huge shining streams of pee flowing down the legs of their jeans and collecting in a huge pool on the floor around their feet.
"Now you're wetting yourselves like the naughty girls that you are . . .". Suddenly Sue lost her composure and started to laugh. Melanie and Kyrie giggled and Melanie said, "Yeah, and it felt great too!" The three of them dissolved in laughter. Melanie had never felt better in her life. After a time they finally quieted down and Sue said, "Okay girls, you might as well go back to your dorm and I'll see about arranging a ride for you to the clinic. Unless you want to go somewhere else of course".
"Okay", they said in perfect unison. This brought more laughter as they stumbled happily out the door.
They decided to go to the cafeteria to have some lunch. They walked in and headed for a table, and as they sat down (Kyrie sat with a splash as her chair had a puddle of pee on it) they noticed a group of girls standing over in a far corner of the cafeteria. Melanie watched them with curiosity. The girls were standing in a circle, facing inward, and they were guzzling huge amounts of water. Their jeans were saturated, obviously from multiple wettings, and they were standing in a veritable lake of pee on the floor.
"What are they doing?", Melanie asked.
"They're having a peeing contest", Kyrie replied casually. "They usually happen when the girls start challenging each other to see who can pee the most. The water they're drinking has this stuff in it that makes them pee a lot. Then they just stand there and pee themselves as often as they can. Somebody keeps track and the girl who pees the most wins of course".
"Well I could win that contest hands down!", Melanie said with glee.
:Hey, yeah you're right!", Kyrie said excitedly. Then her smile faded a bit and she said, "I don't know though sweetie. It might make you a lot worse".
:Yeah, maybe you're right", Melanie said with resignation. She looked a little down as she started eating her lunch. Kyrie slid over and pulled her tight. She kissed her tenderly on the lips and said, "Don't worry Mel, we've got each other. And that more than makes up for it, doesn't it?"
"Oh yeah", Melanie said almost breathlessly.
They ate their lunch contently after that. After, as they were leaving the cafeteria, Kyrie said, "Let's go outside sweetie".
Melanie smiled knowingly and said, teasingly, "If you insist".
They walked out to the same secluded corner they had used earlier and immediately pulled each other tight and began to French kiss in earnest. They made out like this for about ten minutes and then Kyrie broke it off. She looked at Melanie, an expression of ecstasy on her face, her breath coming in little puffs.
"Let's go to bed and put all that pee of yours to good use", she said huskily.
"Oh yesss", Melanie breathed.
End of Part 3