Stacy Part 5
STACY PART 5
Author’s Note: “Stacy, Part 4” has unfortunately been lost to the sands of time. Perhaps I will re-write it and submit it one day, but for now, please enjoy part 5, which was almost lost as well.
Chapter 1:
In our last episode, it was discovered that 13-year-old Stacy’s best friend Nellie, and their friends Mandy and Jaime are all bed wetter's of varying degrees and all wear some type of protection as needed. The girls learned each other’s secret at Nellie’s 14th birthday party. There, they decided to hang out more, and Jamie told the girls of her brother Jack’s cruelty about her problem, vowing to help her with him.
The girls sat together at the far end of a table at lunch time. “We should be a club,” Stacy said.
“Yeah,” Nellie said, “What should we call ourselves?”
“The Goodnite Girls?” Jamie asked.
“The Pamper Princesses?” Mandy suggested.
“Do we need to bring attention to the fact that we need diapers?” Stacy said.
Jamie said, “All the girls who were at the party know, and our brothers know. We shouldn’t be embarrassed anyway. Just like my mom says, it’s a disability. No one should make fun of us just like they wouldn’t make fun of a person in a wheelchair.”
Mandy said, “It’s about empowering ourselves and taking control of what others see as a negative.” “Wow,” Stacy said. Mandy said, “I hear my mom say that sort of thing all the time.”
Just then, Jamie’s brother Jack came up and said, “Hey, baby bed wetter's, can I change your diapers?”
Jamie glared at her bother and said, “Get him, girls.”
Jack started to run as the girls jumped up and chased him. They jumped on him at the end of the table.
Jamie picked up a lunch tray and hit Jack in the face. He fell onto the table, and she began to beat his butt with the tray. Nellie and Stacy grabbed his arms and held him face down on the table. Mandy said, “Wait,” then jumped in and pulled Jack’s pants down around his ankles. “Do it, Jamie,” she said with a smile.
Jamie beat on him harder than before. Jack screamed and cried, his face was as red as his butt. Soon a teacher came and pulled Jamie away, yelling at the girls to let Jack go. They let him go, scared of the teacher. Jack stood up and pulled up his pants, trying to hide his little penis, he had not been turned on by the spanking.
By now, it was too late, and everyone but his best friends were laughing at him. Jamie said, “Who’s the baby, now, Jack?” Jack slapped her hard in the face, even though she was being held by the teacher.
Everyone was shocked, but Jamie’s friends jumped on Jack furiously, and many others joined in. Jack quickly realized that he should not have hit a girl. It was a riot. There weren’t enough teachers in the school to get it under control. Jack’s nose was bleeding and his eyes were black.
When everyone had settled down, the teacher identified the four girls. They and Jack were suspended from school for a week. But, as they were dragged from the cafeteria, Stacy said, “The Wet Avengers,” and the other girls agreed.
Unfortunately, The Wet Avengers were grounded for the week, and so was Jack. That meant the girls could not even call each other on the phone, and that Jamie and Jack were stuck together in their house for a week.
Jamie had clearly earned a public victory, but that wasn’t enough for her. She’d put up with Jack’s crap for long enough. She had a plan that was sick and wrong that she’d made up with Mandy’s help and it was just what Jack needed to learn his lesson.
Chapter 2: Jamie’s Adventures Begin
It was the Monday after Nellie’s Saturday night party, the first night of the suspension/grounding. Mandy had come up with the revenge plot on Jack from some things she’d seen on the Internet and in movies. She was really a clever girl.
Jack and Jamie were both in bed by 9:00, Jamie in a Goodnite pull-up disposable diaper by her parent’s orders. Jamie lay awake in bed to listen for her parents to go to bed. They were in bed by 10:30. Jamie got up and took a plastic coffee cup with a lid out of her dresser drawer. She urinated into it and put the lid on.
Carefully, quietly. Ninja-like as a 13-year-old white girl can be, she snuck to Jack’s room. She made it inside and to his bedside. Now, the tricky part. She carefully pulled back the blankets. Conveniently for Jamie, Jack was lying on his back.
Slowly, she poured her warm liquid from the cup onto Jack’s crotch and the bed between his thighs. “That oughtta do it,” Jamie thought. She carefully put the covers back and ninja-ed her way back to her room, re-hiding the coffee cup.
The next morning, Mom came to wake Jamie up early even though she didn’t have school. “Are you dry?” Mom liked to be positive and ask if Jamie was dry instead of if she was wet. Jamie said she was dry, and she got up and dressed without a shower.
Mom went to wake Jack up and all she did was knock on the door and call to him; he had no dryness to check on (that Mom knew of). Jack didn’t respond in his usual way. He sounded very nervous.
“Is everything all right, Jack?” Mom asked. “Yeah, Mom,” Jack replied. Jack simply put his wet pjs at the bottom of his dirty laundry and covered the bed up. No big deal, he did his own laundry and made his own bed. He dried his groin with his bed sheets and hurriedly got dressed.
Jack and Jamie had been given homework for the week before coming home the previous day. They were made to work on that and do chores. Jack insisted that he do his laundry, including his sheets. “Damn!” Jamie thought, “He’s got me beat now, but not for long.”
That night, Jamie followed the previous night’s procedure. Like Stacy, Mandy, and Nellie’s parents, Jamie’s parents made sure she went pee right before bed to prevent an accident, but Jamie now had to fake it to have her supply for her revenge plot.
Wednesday morning came and went like Tuesday morning, but today Jack had no excuse to do laundry. That night, Jack restricted his fluids and used the bathroom before bed, but Jamie repeated her stealth operation. Thursday night was the same.
Friday morning came and Jack was starting to believe he had a real bed-wetting problem. In the middle of that day, while the kids were doing homework in the kitchen, Mom walked past Jack’s room and noticed a familiar but out-of-place smell.
She opened the door and the smell became unmistakable. Mom said, “Oh, Jack. Oh, no,” though there was no one there to hear her. She went straight to the bed and threw back the blankets. Then, she went to Jack’s clothes hamper. To her disgust, she found his wet pjs. He had now run out and had slept nude on Thursday night.
She yelled, “Jack! Come upstairs, now!” Jack’s heart skipped a beat. He knew what Mom had found. He slowly got up and silently worked out his argument on his way up stairs. Jaime smiled a sly smile to herself when Jack had gone.
Jack entered his room and his fears were confirmed by Mom standing beside the bed holing the wet pjs for effect, careful not to touch the wet parts. “Mom, I can explain…”
Mom said, “Jack, how long have you been wetting the bed?” “Mom, listen, I just had a few accidents…”
“How long, Jack?” “Since Monday night, but I can explain…” Mom said, “There’s nothing to explain, you’re a fifteen year old ninth-grader, and you should be mature enough not to hide things like this from your parents. We need to know about this so we can help you. ”
“Help me? How? By putting me in diapers like Jamie?” “Jack! They are not diapers! They are special underwear to protect Jamie’s bed and to make her problem easier for her to handle, and you are going to be wearing them, too.”
Jack screamed, “No!” “Yes! And don’t you raise your voice with me, young man. You have a problem and until it stops we need you to deal with it. You’ve already stained your mattress and probably these sheets. Do you know how hard it is to get that smell out of a mattress?” “No, but…”
“I didn’t think so. You are going to do your pissy laundry and clean this mattress the best you can. I am going down stairs to get the cleaning supplies, then I’m going to the store to buy you Goodnites.” She threw down the pjs and stormed out of the room.
Chapter 3: Jack’s Shame
Mom and Dad brought the brown grocery bag into Jack’s room and shut the door behind them. “Well, buddy,” Dad said, “we were afraid the biggest Goodnites wouldn’t fit you, so we got you these,” he pulled from the grocery bag a bag of small-size Depends.
“You can just pull them on and off like underwear, just make sure they’re tight around your thighs or else they’ll leak. You can use the tapes to tighten them around your waist. We’ll leave you alone and come back to check on you in a few minutes.” They left Jack with the package of adult diapers.
He was mortified, but he was also…interested. This made him even more ashamed. How, he wondered, could he be interested, even aroused by this? He slowly opened the bag and gingerly removed the white, folded diaper. He carefully unfolded it. He took off his pants and underwear.
Well, he thought, this is it. He slipped the diaper on and it fit well. He stood there, not knowing how to feel. His parents knocked and came in. There was Jack, in a T-shirt and diaper. His dad said, “Everything OK, son?” Jack replied, “Yeah, dad just great. Well, good night.” “Good night, son.”
They left him alone and what he did next made him excited, relieved, confused and ashamed of himself. Jack slept well, but in the middle of the night, Jamie snuck in and took the picture she and her friends would use to keep Jack from hurting them again.
At school on the following Monday, Jamie showed the Wet Avengers the picture. After they were done talking about it, Stacy said, “You’ll never believe what happened to me last week…”
Next: Part 6: Stacy returns as the star of her series....
Written By: DLJay