Someone suggested I post this fiction story on this message board because of its pants wetting content. The original -- as well as part one -- can be found on the AB/DL message board. For part one, see "Story Contest: Diaper Dawn" from 12/04/97
Mike was due at six to pick up Dawn for dinner. Dawn had suggested that they would return to her apartment afterward to watch television or a video. Time check. It was four-thirty. Instinctively Dawn reached down to the crotch of the cotton diaper she had been wearing all day. "Of course," she grunted almost silently. She was very wet. She wasn’t accustomed to noticing when she actually peed herself – especially at home. She just unconsciously just let pee trickle out into her pants or diaper without the slightest build-up in her bladder – just like a big girl baby. Dawn thought back to the night that started it all – the night of the premiere movie showing.
She had been at work, sipping on her ever present Pepsi. Paul called to announce that he had invitations to the premiere showing of a feature motion picture produced by the friend of a friend of a friend. A must-see, starting at four-thirty the next afternoon. She had just begun screwing – er, dating – Paul and was very turned on by him. She would need to ask her boss for permission to leave early. She did, and returned a phone call to Paul to tell him the good news. "Terrific!" he had said. "Pick you up at four tomorrow."
The next day Dawn wore a pair of tight faded jeans and a top that tied in front to show her flat tummy. All day long she put away the Pepsi like always. Unlike always, she had dashed out of the office at four o’clock when Paul showed up without taking a pee. Driving to the theater with Paul, Dawn could feel a little pressure building up, but didn’t give it much thought. They arrived at the theater and Paul pulled out of the car a paper bag and the invitations. Showing the invitations, they were allowed right in. As they entered the lobby Dawn realized that the concession stand was empty and not in operation. "Of course not," Paul said. "The theater is rented out for this performance. But don’t worry…" He opened the paper bag and produced a six-pack of ice cold Pepsi. She giggled and they went directly to the auditorium and took their seats. It was easy. They had their pick. The film started as Dawn began downing Pepsi. But as the picture went on, she grew uneasy. She was so distracted by her need to pee that she couldn’t even remember much about what was on the screen, some action adventure something that she didn’t care about. Paul on the other hand was absorbed. After opening her second soda, she excused herself to go use the bathroom. Paul just nodded and kept watching the screen. Dawn reached the ladies room only to find it locked. Tight. She started to squirm and panic a little. With some trepidation she approached the men’s room. She knocked and asked, "anyone in there?" To her relief, no one answered, so she pushed on the door to enter. Locked. Tight. "Damn!" Now she was really getting desperate, but she simply returned to her seat.
She whispered to Paul that the rest rooms were locked and that she had to pee very badly. He didn’t seem interested. Dawn grew sulky and sipped on her soda. Later she squirmed and began to beg Paul to do something. He didn’t say anything until she began to sob. "Okay," he said lovingly, "let’s get you out of here." They got up and headed out of the theater, Dawn leading the way and walking increasingly faster as they entered into the sunlight outside. She struck out directly for Paul’s car parked in the distance. She truly was afraid she wouldn’t make it. She worried that she would totally embarrass herself in front of her new stud. That’s when it happened. The dam burst. And Dawn began to wet her pants as she walked.
Behind her Paul had been captivated by her shapely Japanese ass walking briskly. Suddenly he noticed a wet spot begin to appear at her crotch and rapidly spread out over her ass cheeks and begin to soak down the insides of her denim-clad thighs. The sight was so erotic that his hardening cock instantly stretched his own jeans. When Dawn reached Paul’s car, she just placed her hands on the hood and spread her legs. Tears streamed down her face as pee continued to stream into her panties, down her legs and splash onto the pavement. Dawn hung her head, not wanting to look at Paul. Paul however couldn’t contain his own excitement and reached for Dawn. When she didn’t respond right away, Paul gave in to his excitement, grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and spun her around. Ripping at her jeans he opened them and yanked them down to her knees. She started to shriek at being exposed in a parking lot, but couldn’t produce any sound. Like an animal Paul shoved Dawn into the back seat of his car, got in on top of her, clutched her soaked pink cotton panties at the waistline where it sported a pretty little satin bow and ripped the panties to shreds. Dawn was shocked. At first she thought he was angry, then she was terrified by his actions. But when he yanked down his own jeans to reveal the biggest boner she had ever seen, her terror became electrifyingly stimulating. Paul pulled her jeans off one foot, spread her legs by force and drove himself into her.
The wetness. The roughness. The passion. A public parking lot. The light of day. A back seat. It all mixed together in Dawn’s mind to produce the greatest overwhelming sexual excitement she had ever experienced. She got off not once, not twice, not three times, but four times… before Paul grunted loudly and filled her sweet piss-soak pussy with more hot jism than she felt she had room for. As they drove to Dawn’s home that night, Dawn had to wear her soaked jeans with no panties. That made Dawn horny all over again. For Paul, the sight of Dawn sitting beside him in pee-soaked jeans gave him a second raging hard on by the time they arrived. When the broke through her front door, Paul tackled her to the floor and they fucked fervently all over again. Then they talked about what had happened. Then they screwed again. Then they talked. Then they screwed.
Hot water poured over Dawn in the shower as she recalled fondly that first hot afternoon. She put her fingers to the tips of her black pubic hairs and let hot piss run out of her pussy, over her hand and swirl down the drain.
She had been at work, sipping on her ever present Pepsi. Paul called to announce that he had invitations to the premiere showing of a feature motion picture produced by the friend of a friend of a friend. A must-see, starting at four-thirty the next afternoon. She had just begun screwing – er, dating – Paul and was very turned on by him. She would need to ask her boss for permission to leave early. She did, and returned a phone call to Paul to tell him the good news. "Terrific!" he had said. "Pick you up at four tomorrow."
The next day Dawn wore a pair of tight faded jeans and a top that tied in front to show her flat tummy. All day long she put away the Pepsi like always. Unlike always, she had dashed out of the office at four o’clock when Paul showed up without taking a pee. Driving to the theater with Paul, Dawn could feel a little pressure building up, but didn’t give it much thought. They arrived at the theater and Paul pulled out of the car a paper bag and the invitations. Showing the invitations, they were allowed right in. As they entered the lobby Dawn realized that the concession stand was empty and not in operation. "Of course not," Paul said. "The theater is rented out for this performance. But don’t worry…" He opened the paper bag and produced a six-pack of ice cold Pepsi. She giggled and they went directly to the auditorium and took their seats. It was easy. They had their pick. The film started as Dawn began downing Pepsi. But as the picture went on, she grew uneasy. She was so distracted by her need to pee that she couldn’t even remember much about what was on the screen, some action adventure something that she didn’t care about. Paul on the other hand was absorbed. After opening her second soda, she excused herself to go use the bathroom. Paul just nodded and kept watching the screen. Dawn reached the ladies room only to find it locked. Tight. She started to squirm and panic a little. With some trepidation she approached the men’s room. She knocked and asked, "anyone in there?" To her relief, no one answered, so she pushed on the door to enter. Locked. Tight. "Damn!" Now she was really getting desperate, but she simply returned to her seat.
She whispered to Paul that the rest rooms were locked and that she had to pee very badly. He didn’t seem interested. Dawn grew sulky and sipped on her soda. Later she squirmed and began to beg Paul to do something. He didn’t say anything until she began to sob. "Okay," he said lovingly, "let’s get you out of here." They got up and headed out of the theater, Dawn leading the way and walking increasingly faster as they entered into the sunlight outside. She struck out directly for Paul’s car parked in the distance. She truly was afraid she wouldn’t make it. She worried that she would totally embarrass herself in front of her new stud. That’s when it happened. The dam burst. And Dawn began to wet her pants as she walked.
Behind her Paul had been captivated by her shapely Japanese ass walking briskly. Suddenly he noticed a wet spot begin to appear at her crotch and rapidly spread out over her ass cheeks and begin to soak down the insides of her denim-clad thighs. The sight was so erotic that his hardening cock instantly stretched his own jeans. When Dawn reached Paul’s car, she just placed her hands on the hood and spread her legs. Tears streamed down her face as pee continued to stream into her panties, down her legs and splash onto the pavement. Dawn hung her head, not wanting to look at Paul. Paul however couldn’t contain his own excitement and reached for Dawn. When she didn’t respond right away, Paul gave in to his excitement, grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and spun her around. Ripping at her jeans he opened them and yanked them down to her knees. She started to shriek at being exposed in a parking lot, but couldn’t produce any sound. Like an animal Paul shoved Dawn into the back seat of his car, got in on top of her, clutched her soaked pink cotton panties at the waistline where it sported a pretty little satin bow and ripped the panties to shreds. Dawn was shocked. At first she thought he was angry, then she was terrified by his actions. But when he yanked down his own jeans to reveal the biggest boner she had ever seen, her terror became electrifyingly stimulating. Paul pulled her jeans off one foot, spread her legs by force and drove himself into her.
The wetness. The roughness. The passion. A public parking lot. The light of day. A back seat. It all mixed together in Dawn’s mind to produce the greatest overwhelming sexual excitement she had ever experienced. She got off not once, not twice, not three times, but four times… before Paul grunted loudly and filled her sweet piss-soak pussy with more hot jism than she felt she had room for. As they drove to Dawn’s home that night, Dawn had to wear her soaked jeans with no panties. That made Dawn horny all over again. For Paul, the sight of Dawn sitting beside him in pee-soaked jeans gave him a second raging hard on by the time they arrived. When the broke through her front door, Paul tackled her to the floor and they fucked fervently all over again. Then they talked about what had happened. Then they screwed again. Then they talked. Then they screwed.
Hot water poured over Dawn in the shower as she recalled fondly that first hot afternoon. She put her fingers to the tips of her black pubic hairs and let hot piss run out of her pussy, over her hand and swirl down the drain.
The door bell sounded. Mike was early. Dawn had just put on a black mini skirt, boots and a white top. She glanced around her bedroom quickly and saw her baby pacifier on the pillow. She stuffed it into the night stand and dashed out of the room, stopping at the mirror in the hallway long enough to check her appearance. Then to the door. "Hi," Mike said. "Ready to go?" Then he saw Dawn’s lovely form in the black mini skirt, boots, long shiny black hair cascading down over her shoulders and contrasting nicely with her white shirt. His gin broadened. "Wow!" he gushed. "Y’you look really great." Dawn blushed.
"Are you sure we don’t have time for a cup of coffee?" Dawn asked him, just to be polite.
"Oh I’m sure," he replied. "We should get going. Just one thing though…" He leaned closer to Dawn. "May I use your bathroom?"
Dawn let out a little giggle. "Sure. Down the hall on the left." Mike thanked her and disappeared. Dawn went back the mirror, re-checked her appearance and straightened out her skirt. After a while she heard the toilet flush and waited for Mike to return. He did. And he wore a silly smile. Over his arm he carried the plastic baby panties that she had left hanging over the shower curtain rod. Dawn was mortified. "What are these?" he asked. She felt her lower jaw drop to the floor, all color drain from her cheeks, her knees weaken and she wished she would just melt into the floor. She stammered, flustered, but found no words to speak.
"Are these yours?" he asked her. "Do you wear these?" Again she tried to speak, but no words came out. Tears began to well up. Droplets began to run down the insides of Dawn’s legs and into her boots. She realized she had begun peeing her panties – enough so that she had flooded the panty shield she was wearing. One hand instinctively went to her crotch. She had wondered how her date with Mike was going to turn out. And now she knew. It was a disaster before it even started. She dropped her head and sobbed.
Mike stepped up in front of her, embraced her and held her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. Unconsciously she held his biceps and squeezed. She didn’t want to look him in the face. He lowered his hands to her skirt and began to pull the hem upward. Dawn wanted to resist, but didn’t. When he had pulled her skirt to her waist, he pinned it there with large hands on her hips and began to lower himself. On his knees before her, he lowered his head between his arms and began to tenderly lick the pee droplets from the inside of one thigh first, and then the other, working his tongue up her pee-soaked cotton panty crotch. There he took the crotch into his mouth and began sucking and nibbling. Almost instantly Dawn gushed a torrent of cum juices to soak her panties even more. The climax was so intense that her knees gave way and she almost collapsed. But Mike caught her as she went limp, picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He gently placed her on her bed and began to slowly remove her clothes like a daddy changing his little baby girl.
He smiled lovingly at her and said, "The only reason I asked about your plastic pants is that I was hoping you liked to wear them. Because I do too." Mike pulled off Dawn’s boots and slid her wet panties and skirt down her long dark legs. She looked up at him and, for the first time since he had arrived, she found a smile. "Y-yes, I like to wear them," she heard herself say to him. Then almost without thinking, she put a finger to the corner of her mouth and said, "Fluffy didies be in wight drawer and plastic ones be in weft drawer, daddy." Mike was playing on her tummy with his index finger. He smiled. "Hmm, good. In a minute. Would daddy’s widdle baby like to say to hell wit da movie… stay home and fuck daddy?" Dawn looked at Mike, grinned from ear to ear, reached up around his neck and pulled him against her as tightly as she could. This night she knew she wouldn’t need sleep to experience a wonderful dream. And, despite a substantial lack of sleep that night, Dawn never felt more rested by the next morning’s light. Nor more satisfied – as a woman or as a baby girl. But even greater excitement was yet to come when Mike would introduce her to some friends.
"Are you sure we don’t have time for a cup of coffee?" Dawn asked him, just to be polite.
"Oh I’m sure," he replied. "We should get going. Just one thing though…" He leaned closer to Dawn. "May I use your bathroom?"
Dawn let out a little giggle. "Sure. Down the hall on the left." Mike thanked her and disappeared. Dawn went back the mirror, re-checked her appearance and straightened out her skirt. After a while she heard the toilet flush and waited for Mike to return. He did. And he wore a silly smile. Over his arm he carried the plastic baby panties that she had left hanging over the shower curtain rod. Dawn was mortified. "What are these?" he asked. She felt her lower jaw drop to the floor, all color drain from her cheeks, her knees weaken and she wished she would just melt into the floor. She stammered, flustered, but found no words to speak.
"Are these yours?" he asked her. "Do you wear these?" Again she tried to speak, but no words came out. Tears began to well up. Droplets began to run down the insides of Dawn’s legs and into her boots. She realized she had begun peeing her panties – enough so that she had flooded the panty shield she was wearing. One hand instinctively went to her crotch. She had wondered how her date with Mike was going to turn out. And now she knew. It was a disaster before it even started. She dropped her head and sobbed.
Mike stepped up in front of her, embraced her and held her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. Unconsciously she held his biceps and squeezed. She didn’t want to look him in the face. He lowered his hands to her skirt and began to pull the hem upward. Dawn wanted to resist, but didn’t. When he had pulled her skirt to her waist, he pinned it there with large hands on her hips and began to lower himself. On his knees before her, he lowered his head between his arms and began to tenderly lick the pee droplets from the inside of one thigh first, and then the other, working his tongue up her pee-soaked cotton panty crotch. There he took the crotch into his mouth and began sucking and nibbling. Almost instantly Dawn gushed a torrent of cum juices to soak her panties even more. The climax was so intense that her knees gave way and she almost collapsed. But Mike caught her as she went limp, picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He gently placed her on her bed and began to slowly remove her clothes like a daddy changing his little baby girl.
He smiled lovingly at her and said, "The only reason I asked about your plastic pants is that I was hoping you liked to wear them. Because I do too." Mike pulled off Dawn’s boots and slid her wet panties and skirt down her long dark legs. She looked up at him and, for the first time since he had arrived, she found a smile. "Y-yes, I like to wear them," she heard herself say to him. Then almost without thinking, she put a finger to the corner of her mouth and said, "Fluffy didies be in wight drawer and plastic ones be in weft drawer, daddy." Mike was playing on her tummy with his index finger. He smiled. "Hmm, good. In a minute. Would daddy’s widdle baby like to say to hell wit da movie… stay home and fuck daddy?" Dawn looked at Mike, grinned from ear to ear, reached up around his neck and pulled him against her as tightly as she could. This night she knew she wouldn’t need sleep to experience a wonderful dream. And, despite a substantial lack of sleep that night, Dawn never felt more rested by the next morning’s light. Nor more satisfied – as a woman or as a baby girl. But even greater excitement was yet to come when Mike would introduce her to some friends.
(To be continued…)
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