Posted by Kristypee on October 10, 2000 at 19:37
The Sarah Chronicles
Chronicle 1: 8th grade science class.
Sarah stood at about 5’4” with long, brown hair down to her lower back. She was very slim, beautifully formed, and had very small breasts. She had brown eyes. She was wearing a pink-knit sweater, tight, green jeans, and brown shoes. She wore a black belt, which only served to tighten her jeans at the waist: showing off her nicely rounded, small butt.
Sarah was fidgeting quietly in her science class. The girl next to her asked her what the problem was but Sarah didn’t answer. She started to rock back and forth in her chair. She looked over to the girl and said with desperate eyes, ‘I’m wetting my pants.’
Sarah tried to squeeze her legs together as her panties started to soak through. A tiny, dark patch appeared on the crotch of her green jeans. It slowly became larger and continued until a puddle of warm piss appeared in her chair between her legs. The puddle became so large it began to drip over the chair. By now everyone was looking at Sarah’s situation. The drips then became small, steady streams.
Sarah could only sit at her desk in shock as her warm urine leaked slowly down her legs and chair. She started to cry softly as she stood up. Everyone saw the large, dripping wet patch on her ass and upper legs. She walked out of the classroom as her piss slowly crept down the back of her jeans. By the time she had reached the door, the wet patch went from her slim, beautiful crotch to her ankles. Her jeans began to drip, forming puddles on the floor as she walked.
I don’t know what happened after that, except that her mother came to school with a pair of jeans and a pair of thin, white panties. I never mentioned my knowledge of the accident to Sarah.
Chronicle 2: High School cafeteria
Our high school classes were scheduled in 90-minute blocks. Two lunches was held during 3rd block: one during the first 30 minutes and the second during the last 30. Sarah and I had the same lunchtime. We sat together. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was wearing a blue-flowered dress. At this point I couldn’t see what style her panties were.
We were discussing the church, as she was very religious. She was brought up in a very strict, Christian manner. So strict in fact that she was home-schooled until 8th grade. She was also very prudent. Not to the point of being a bitch, but she had never even so much as gone on a date. Her parents didn’t allow her to have a boyfriend. They didn’t ever allow her to wear make-up of any kind until she was 14.
Sarah began to squirm a bit, and excused herself from the table we sat at. She almost ran to the bathroom, which was around the corner. As she turned the corner, she bumped into a boy returning his tray. She fell down so I rose from my seat to go help her. She got up to reveal a few drops of pee on the floor and a damp patch on her ass. She got to her knees and began to sob as onlookers surrounded her. The dress covered her legs completely to the floor. The front of her dress began to moisten and went see-through with a narrow stream of piss going down the front. She had white panties. Sarah brought her hands to her face as her urine hit the ground and flooded the floor hidden by her dress and spread outward from it as it saturated through.
She stood up and I put my hands on her shoulders as we walked to the office. The front and ass of her dress was soaked, as was the entire bottom. Her dress dripped from several places as she walked, still crying. The floor where she was crouching was covered in urine. The janitor cleaned it up and Sarah went home.
Chronicle 3: Paint class pooping
Sarah had been out sick for the last two days. She was still a little pale, but came to school and was fine all day. She wore a white tee shirt with a crucifix and loose, blue jeans. She had been tightening her butt muscles since lunch and was walking rather stiffly. We got to art class and took our seats. We received our assignments and walked over to the benches. I sat down but Sarah didn’t. I looked up to Sarah and asked her why she didn’t sit down. She looked down at me with her arms clutching her sides.
“If I sit down, I think I might poop in my pants.” She said in a panic.
I told her it was all in her imagination and she sat down. About five minutes of squirming and clutching had passed. Sarah started to sweat a bit. She looked around her and started to rise but came back down. She moaned and started to lift herself off the seat. I looked at her and asked her if she was ok. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I told you.”
I looked at her bottom and saw that her jeans were bulging and starting to turn brown. She stood up. As she did so, she lost her little battle and completely let go.
The bulge nearly doubled in size and started to seep in between her legs. She stood completely still, letting the liquidy poop run down the insides of her legs. You could see a brown stain creeping down her inner thighs along with her urine as she had started to wet herself. It stopped at her knees…or at least the poop did. Her wetness continued straight to the floor where a large, yellow puddle was forming between her legs.
She just stood there and cried as everyone laughed at her and held their noses. She tried to walk, but ended up moving very awkwardly. As she left, I got a good look at her ass. Her jeans were completely soiled from the waist to her knees, and wet below that. Everyone started to call her ‘Sarah Stinky Pants’ as she ran out the door.
Other names I heard her called included: Sarah Shitty Pants, Pissy Pants Riendeau, and Sarah Potty Pants. This coming from a bunch of high school freshmen was kind of humorous.
Chronicle 4: Winter bedwetting
Sarah’s parents allowed her to have a sleepover one weekend while they were away and I was invited. Kayla, another one of our friends, was also invited. We stayed up until about eleven and then went to bed. I stayed in one of the guest rooms directly across the hall from Sarah’s bedroom.
She had turned the heater up too high that night. I woke up at about 2:45 in the morning. I went downstairs to turn it down. As I came back upstairs, I peered into Sarah’s bedroom. She was apparently hot too. The heavy blanket was thrown down to the bottom of the bed. She was still covered by a thin blanket and a sheet. Not that I could see any thing anyway as she also had on a pink nightgown.
I walked slowly into her room and looked at her quietly. I slid my hand under the sheet and started to caress her small breasts. I moved my hand slowly as not to wake her. She was in a deep sleep. I moved my hand down her body and felt her warm butt. She turned to lay on her back just after I removed my hand from the sheet. She re-settled and I put my hand back under the sheet. I moved my hand between her thin legs and started to massage her moist, tight vagina. I arched forward and moved my face to hers. She was breathing through her nose, so I gently kissed her mouth. I moved back and was about to remove my hand for the last time when I felt what almost felt like a squirt of water.
I looked under the sheet to see that her panties turned slightly yellow around her crotch and her gown had a wet patch on the ass. The wetness began to form a puddle on her bed and move down to her thighs and up the small of her back. She didn’t wake. She didn’t even flinch. Her panties were so wet now, I could see a stream of pee coming from her soaked pink pussy and onto the wet bed.
The wet spot covered the bed from just above her knees to about halfway up her back. She had completely wet the bed and her panties and nightgown. I crept out of her room and back into mine.
The next morning, Sarah was already up and dressed when Kayla and I woke. Kayla simply went downstairs to see Sarah and get breakfast. I went into Sarah’s room to inspect last night’s flood damage. The bed was stripped. The sheets and mattress cover were gone, but the mattress had a huge, very visible wet spot. On further viewing, I saw a second wet spot on the mattress. Sarah had peed in her bed twice last night. I went downstairs to join the girls. I made sure that Sarah wasn’t suspicious of me knowing anything about last night. I’ll never forget.
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