Amy's Accidents Part 1
AMY'S ACCIDENTS PART 1
"Amy, can you get up here?" my dad called out from the roof.
"Coming, dad," I replied. I got off the couch, turned off the tv and walked outside.
"What is it dad?" I asked with a tone of curiosity.
"I found your netball up here, along with your football, and some empty deodorant cans of Lynx," my dad replied, accusing me.
I was disappointed with myself. I had secretly hidden my Lynx cans up on the roof, and it had become a habit of mine to throw all my trash through my window onto the roof. I had thought no one would find it because most people would find it an odd thing to do.
I didn't like to clean up my room. It was an ocean of dirty clothes, scrunched up paper, and wrappers and remains of foods that had been devoured there.
My stomach began to churn as I remembered something terrible I'd hidden on the roof. I am quite a lazy person, and one rainy Saturday night I'd come home from a netball tournament held out in a country land block of netball courts.
Anyway, that night, after my parents had fallen asleep watching a movie on the tv I trudged up the stairs with my tiresome body weighing me down. I plonked myself into my bed. I really needed to go pee and really couldn't be bothered getting up again. Plus my parents were asleep and I knew they wouldn't be up in a hurry to get up the following morning.
So I just looked down at my netball skirt and let my pee go. I watched half dozing half completely entertained by the event taking place before me. Once it started I could feel it making my panties damp. I realized from the pressure remaining in my bladder that not all of it was coming out properly so I used my remaining strength to move my legs apart a bit. My blue skirt seemed just as normal as it was any day before then. But after a few seconds passed a dark patch began to spread on my skirt.
The skirt began to form little droplets on top of it and at the same time I felt my butt getting wet. I found a bit more energy and curiosity to move my head forward more to see what was happening. My crotch area had a growing wet patch and my skirt was wet almost all over. I began to feel my knees getting wet and thought to myself I must still have more pee left.
So I brought my arms to my sides and pushed my self so I was sitting upright. I pushed my hands down on where my bladder was and the rest of my pee came out all at once. It made a bigger puddle on my bed which couldn't absorb any more pee.
I looked at my mess and felt good. I lifted my skirt to see my whites panties with a darker patch of faint yellow gleaming off the light of my bed side lantern. I plunked back onto my back and smiled out of the warmth and pleasure I had treated myself with.
But once the morning came I woke at a reasonable time of about nine thirty. I felt cold down in my legs. Oh crap, I thought that was just a dream I said in my mind. I had to act, and fast if I wanted to clear this up.
I didn't have a shower because it would probably wake my parents. I changed into some jeans, a tank top, and went over to my bed and took the sheets off. I hung them over the heater hoping they would dry. I crept quietly down the stairs and along the wooden floor boards to check on my mom and dad. I spotted them on the floor with spew and wine spilt all around them. My parents got very carried away when they drank but luckily for my situation they wouldn't wake for another six to seven hours.
I crept back upstairs to my room again and smelt the air. The smell of pee was not lingering in my room, probably the heater evaporating the dense liquid tiny water droplets in the air. I grabbed my sheets and snuck outside to my bike. I began to ride down to the dry cleaners.
Once I arrived I put them in the washing machine. Then once they were washed well I stuffed them in a dryer. The whole thing tool about 4 hours, as the lines were quite long to use the machines.
I rode home and went to my bedroom. I saw my panties and skirt lying on the floor next to the heater. I left them there being the lazy Amy I am and put the sheets over my bed. I had to cover up the entire thing otherwise my parents would probably punish me.
I was still feeling tired, and confused and dizzy from the rush. I went downstairs and brought back up a half full packet of salt and vinegar chips. I finished them off and tossed the wrapper to the floor to be lost amongst everything else. I checked the time which was two in the afternoon. My parents wouldn't be unconscious for much longer I estimated.
I needed to poop so I dragged my self with my remaining strength to the toilet. I pulled the first seat up and sat down. I dozed off as soon as I plunked down onto the toilet.
I awoke to feel a bulge at my butt and a wet crotch. I stood up and stretched and looked at the front of my panties. I had wet them when I was sleeping!
But then I turned and looked at my butt over my shoulders. My white panties with pink hearts and black shapes had a huge bulge in the back of them. I felt over it with my hand. I had pooped myself as well!
Although I briefly enjoyed the feeling I had to cover up this too so my parents didn't find out. I took off my panties and emptied them put as best I could. But there was still a huge brown stain at the back of my panties.
I heard footsteps nearby and bolted out of the bathroom for my bedroom. I shut the door and looked for places to hide my panties. I saw the open window and decided to hide the dirty panties on the roof.
That brings us back to my awfully feeling stomach. Those panties were still there and I could see them hanging out of the roof gutter.
"I...I...I think I might just get this stuff down. Go get something to eat I need something to do," I said to my dad hoping he'd take the offer.
"Well, okay, fine. But when I get back all this stuff had better be off the roof you hear me?" he demanded.
"Yes, dad," I replied quickly so I could get everything fixed up sooner.
As soon as my dad was out of sight from the roof I went to retrieve the messy panties. I walked over the tiled roof careful not to fall down. I reached for the panties and accidentally knocked them down. I had to get them, but I couldn't go down the ladder, otherwise my dad would know I was doing something else.
I had to try and jump for the tree growing in our yard. I didn't want to do it, but I knew I had to to save myself from self breakdown and a life time of guilt. I took a few steps back and ran for the edge of the roof. I leapt but my left foot got caught in the gutter and I toppled forward, falling straight towards a pointy branch on the tree. I felt a thump. And then everything went black.
I awoke in a white room surrounded by my parents and people dressed in thin white coats. I realized I was in a hospital and I must have been found once I blacked out.
"Oohhh, honey, you're finally awake!" my mum cried with joy. "I need to know everything that happened though, dear, please?"
"Well, okay mum, but please don't get mad," I replied.
Over the next two hours I explained everything to my parents and the nurse. I finally regained feeling over my body afterward and felt myself getting wet between my crotch.
"Oh no! Please! I didn't mean to d..." I said, but stopped when I saw I wasn't soaking the hospital bed. "I...Is this a d-diaper?!"
"Yes, I'm sorry, young girl, but you have unfortunately suffered terribly from the fall. You have permanently disabled your bladder and bowels, meaning you can no longer control when you eject urine or feces," the nurse explained.
"So...so I'm going to wet and mess myself everyday for the rest of my life?!"
"I'm afraid the damage is permanent, but there is a solution to stop you from ruining your clothes."
I stopped to think what it might be, then I realized it.
"Oh no. No-no please not that!" I cried.
"I'm so very sorry for you, but yes, you will have to wear diapers for the rest of your life."
I didn't say anything and just lay there in the hospital. I peed and pooped my diaper about three times. And then later at about six thirty at night my parents took me home.
"Well, that was quite a loss. Honey...I'm really, really sorry for you. If it helps, I wet myself until I was sixteen," my mum tried to comfort me. I didn't respond.
Written By: Jake
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