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Subject: {ASSM} "The Adventures of Phoebe" by the golem (g solo, ws, diapers)
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The Adventures of Phoebe



(C) 2008 by The golem

Thanks to: MKU Miyu Hierophant

Story code: g solo, diapers, ws

Summary: Phoebe is 11 years old, and a bedwetter.  See her
struggle with, and find a wonderful solution to her problem.

WARNING: If you are offended by childhood sexuality, fictional
stories about bedwetters, diapers, skipping school, laundry, or
eggplants, please stop now. You're not going to like the story
anyways.  Also, don't read it if it's illegal for you to for
any reason or whatever.  Continue at your own risk. YOU'VE BEEN
WARNED!

CHAPTER 1

"Oh no!  I'm late"

Phoebe jumped up out of bed, immediately noticing she'd soaked
her pyjamas and her bed once again.  "Oh no.I don't even have
time to take a shower.maybe Mum'll take me to school".  Phoebe
called out, "Mum, I'm going to be late! I need to shower!"  Her
mother responded "Just wash off, I don't have any time this
morning!"

Phoebe went into the bathroom and took off her matching Elmo
PJ's.  She grabbed a washcloth, turned on the water, and made
sure it was warm before adding some soap.  She then put the cloth
in the water to dampen it.  As she began washing herself, she
thought, "Why do I keep wetting the bed.I'm 11 years old!  I
really hope Michael doesn't find out".

As soon as she was done washing up, Phoebe ran back to her room,
grabbed her Hello Kitty sheets, and yanked them off of her bed. 
She was good at this, and did so promptly.  She'd had a lot of
practice.  Quickly, she threw her bedclothes into her hamper,
and ran over to the closet to find something to wear. She picked
out some denim overalls and her favorite Elmo shirt.  Elmo was
Phoebe's favorite character of all time.  She then went over to
her bureau and picked out her favorite Care Bear panties.

Phoebe quickly put on her panties, shirt, and overalls.  She then
brushed and separated her long brown hair and hastily put it into
pigtails with her baby pink hair bands.  Phoebe loved the cute
look, and she didn't like the way most of the girls in her class
dressed.  She thought it was all too provocative.

After Phoebe finished with her hair, she grabbed her pink
'Princess' backpack, then rapidly ran down the stairs.  She
grabbed her matching pink lunchbox, then said goodbye to her
mother.  As she ran out the door, Phoebe checked her watch, and
saw that it was already time for her first class!

"I'm going to be so late", she whimpered.

Phoebe started walking toward school, thinking about her
bedwetting the whole time.  Then, right in front of a store, she
was struck with a helpful idea. "I think I should buy some
Goodnites.  They might make it so no one will know I'm a
bedwetter, and it'll be nice to wake up to dry sheets for a
change.but how'll I hide them?  Mum'd never let me wear pull-ups.
 If she found them, she'd go ballistic!"  Phoebe's mother had
taken her out of pull-ups completely when she was only five,
swapping them for a protective mattress cover.  She had decided
to let Phoebe deal with her bedwetting problem herself at that
point, changing her own sheets and washing her own clothes,
thinking Phoebe'd quickly outgrow it.  She thought of pull-ups as
a crutch, and thought dealing with her problem would give Phoebe
character.  Instead, Phoebe awoke miserable and cold most
mornings and, deep down, longed for a return to the comfort of
her pull-ups.

In the end, Phoebe simply decided to just hide the Goodnites
under her bed, and hope her mom wouldn't look there.  She walked
into the store and selected some medium Goodnites for Girls with
fairies on them, because she thought they looked cute.

When she walked up to the counter to pay for the items, Phoebe
saw that the cashier was someone her mother knows.  So she took
out her Hello Kitty hoodie from her backpack and put it on,
making sure that her hair was hidden as well as her face.  She
waited in line for a few moments, and began getting nervous.
"What if mom finds out I got these?" she thought.  "What if
Michael finds out!" When it was finally her turn to pay, her
heart started racing.  Phoebe talked quietly to herself to try
and calm down, and paid for the items.

As soon as Phoebe got out of the store she sighed with relief. 
"Wow, never knew I would get that nervous over diapers".

Phoebe decided to just cut school since she had missed her first
class already. She figured Mum would be long gone by now, so she
walked back to her house. Once home, she ran upstairs, excited to
try on a Goodnite.

*****

As soon as she got to her room Phoebe decided to take one of the
Goodnites out of the package.   She really wanted to try one on
immediately to see how they looked.

Phoebe pulled off her overalls and hastily ripped the package
open.  She took out one of the undergarments and said, "Oh, how
cute!!!" The Goodnites had Fairies on them.  She slipped her Care
Bear panties off and stepped into the pull-up.  She slid it up
like underwear and, after she had it on, walked over to the
mirror to see how she looked.

As Phoebe admired her small, diapered frame in the mirror, the
phone started ringing.  She rushed over to see who it was, just
in case the school called to tell her mother she wasn't there. 
She saw on the Caller I.D.  that it was just her boyfriend,
Michael.  Sighing with relief, Phoebe picked up the phone.

"Hi", she said in her fake sick voice.

"Hey, sweetheart, why aren't you in school?  I didn't see you in
social studies and I got worried." Michael said in a worried tone

Coughing a little bit, Phoebe replied "I have a cold.  Sorry. 
I'll be there tomorrow."

"Alright, but I'll be coming over after school with the
assignments you missed.", he replied

"Ok, Hun, thank you, bye" click.

Phoebe sat the phone on her dresser, went over to her bed, and
just laid down. Suddenly, she felt a little bit sleepy.  Phoebe
decided to take a nap.  She got out some fresh sheets with Dora
the Explorer on them for her bed.  She laid down, and quickly
dozed off.

*****

"Phoebe!!!  I'M NOT GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN!!"

Phoebe's mother yelled from behind the stairs.  Phoebe, a bit
disoriented, nearly fell out of bed.  Her heartbeat reached top
speed when she found herself, fully exposed, in a soaked
Goodnite.  The cute printed designs on them had taken on a yellow
tinge, the padding was swollen and had turned to gel, and the
pants themselves were completely uncovered.  It wasn't even dark
in the room!  It was impossible for one to not notice her sodden
diaper. Phoebe was very lucky her mom hadn't come upstairs to
check on her.

"I must have slept for hours.  Momma's calling me for dinner!"
Phoebe said to herself.  Suddenly she heard her mother's
footsteps on the stairs, walking towards her room.  Quickly,
Phoebe ran to the door and blocked it.  "I'm coming, Mum!"

"What on earth are you doing?  I called you three times!  Dinner
is getting cold." grumbled Mum, who was quite annoyed. 
"Umm.."Phoebe stalled."  .just did some math.  I was so
concentrated that I didn't take notice of my surroundings." She
could slap herself in the face if she wasn't so busy blocking the
door.  What a lame excuse!

"Okay, well, come and relax a bit, sweetie." Mum said as she
turned around. Phoebe never felt such tension before.  Somewhere,
she sort of liked it. She quickly changed into some jeans.  "Good
nights with Goodnites I guess." said Phoebe smugly, as she
examined her dry bed sheets.  They would work perfectly while she
was sleeping.

"How was school?" Mum asked.  Phoebe almost choked on her food. 
Her mum didn't often ask her about school.  Mostly, Mum
complained about her own problems, and didn't show much interest
in Phoebe's.  Why exactly was she suddenly interested in my
school day when she wasn't even there? "Fine" Phoebe answered.

"Michael called for you.  He said he was sorry he wasn't able to
deliver your social studies homework.  He said had to perform
with the band tonight." Phoebe was a bit relieved that her
boyfriend didn't find her sleeping in soaked pull-ups.  That
would have been even worse than if it had been Mum.

"You skipped social studies?" Mum asked.

"It's stupid" Phoebe attacked to her mother.  "Nobody cares about
the boring stories of Mr.  Backbourne."

"Well, it's not my life you're ruining." Mum answered.  Phoebe
was happy that they dropped the topic.  During the rest of the
meal Mum complained over the phone to Dad.  He was in Illinois
for a business trip this week.  When Phoebe finished eating she
stormed up to her room.  She grabbed some nightclothes, and then
headed to the bathroom to for a long, hot shower.

"Michael is such a jerk!" Phoebe said indignantly.  "I need some
love and caring and the moron just went off with the band." Still
a little bit upset, Phoebe got out of the shower, wrapped a towel
around her wet hair, and, with nothing else on, walked back to
her room.  She stood still for a moment.  It was almost bedtime.
"Bye Hun, I'm going to brigdeclub" Mum yelled.  A big smile
appeared on Phoebe's face.  She got the package of Goodnites from
under her bed, and picked out a fresh one.

She studied the pull-up more closely this time.  She felt how
soft and crinkly it was.  She folded it open and touched the
padding in the gusset, feeling the slightly stiff, slightly
gritty, extra absorbent material through the lining, and wondered
just how these things held so much liquid.  She didn't mind
wearing a pull-up to bed again, and was, in fact, curious how
they would feel after so many years.

Phoebe stretched open her Goodnite, and stepped into it.  She
then pulled it up over her knees, past her thighs, and finally to
her tummy.  The soft undergarment grazed her intimate area
briefly, and Phoebe's small body shivered from pleasure.  She
adjusted the Goodnite around her waist and legs and positioned
the leak guards.  She remembered changing her own pull-ups when
she was just a little girl.  And now, 11 years old, she was
wearing one once again.

"It feels so nice." Phoebe said softly.  She looked at herself in
the mirror, admiring the gentle curves of her slender, half naked
frame.  "And it's sooo cute!" Phoebe said, noticing how the
stretchy sides hugged her hips.  Phoebe looked down and touched
the cloth-like cover of the Goodnite, sending tremors up her
spine.  Soon, she was stroking every fiber of the pull-up, taking
in every detail of it's texture.  Again she felt the soft cottony
core rubbing over her genitals.  Her tiny body trembled again,
and she flushed.  A bit embarrassed, Phoebe immediately stopped.
She wore Goodnites only because she wet the bed, after all.

Phoebe decided not to put anything on over her Goodnites.  No one
else was around, after all.  She searched in her bedroom closet
for a Powerpuff Girls DVD to watch as she went to bed.  Finally,
after looking through all the junk in there, she found it lying
on top of a dark and dusty box hidden towards the bottom.  "I
wonder what's in that box?" Phoebe asked herself.  The dust made
it look old, so she decided to grab it and open the flaps.  "Oh
my god, that's so cute!!" she yelled in great delight.  This was
the box in which all of her baby stuff was stored.  There was a
picture book with photographs of her from when she was only 3
months old.  There was also a pink pacifier which said 'My little
Princess', her first bottle, and a pink blanket.  Pink was
Phoebe's favorite color!!

Phoebe decided to play baby while she went to bed.  She went
downstairs, and grabbed several cans of grape soda.  After she
came back up, Phoebe filled the bottle with half of one of the
cans.  Absentmindedly, Phoebe placed the pacifier in her mouth,
popped the DVD into her player, and began to watch.

A few hours, and several sodas, later, Phoebe was lying in bed,
comfortable and content, and very sleepy.  Her bladder ached, and
she needed desperately to pee.  "I'm so comfy, I don't wanna get
up", Phoebe mused.  She squirmed a bit, and pressed her hand
between her legs to counteract the pressure.  She felt the
waterproof cover over the super-absorbent padding of her
Goodnite, and suddenly she knew what to do.  "Luckily I'm wearing
a nice big diaper" giggled Phoebe. She was playing baby, she
concluded, so why not go all the way with it. Slowly, and
nervously, Phoebe began pressing down ever so slightly, trying to
pee.  But, despite the pressure on her bladder, she couldn't
manage it!  She pushed harder and harder, and kept trying, but
her body wouldn't co-operate, and it just wouldn't come out. 
"It's hard to wet yourself on purpose", Phoebe reasoned. 
Finally, she sat on the edge of her bed, closed her eyes, and
imagined she was on the toilet.  Slowly, a tiny rivulet of pee
began flowing from her tired young body into the thirsty padding
between her legs.  Phoebe laid down and pushed harder.  The
rivulet became a torrent, as her pee started coming out faster
and faster.  She felt it flood into her Goodnite, cascading over
her intimate area, tickling her and surrounding her with warmth.
Phoebe lied still for a moment and sighed in pleasure and relief.
 It felt so nice! Before long, her bladder was empty, and her
Goodnite full.  The feeling of relief and relaxation flooded
through Phoebe, just as her torrent of pee had flooded her
pull-up.  Soon Phoebe's small hand found it's way between her
legs. She contentedly squeezed the now soft, squishy padding. 
The Goodnite felt really warm, and the area between her legs was
much thicker than it was a few minutes ago.

"It feels so wonderful", Phoebe said quietly to herself.  She
flushed a bit, and felt her cheeks turn red.  "I can wear these
every night now", Phoebe thought with anticipation.  "Maybe
sometimes in the daytime too.  I'm in pullups again, and I like
it", She pondered confidently, grinning to herself. The very
thought excited her.  From the tips of her shiny brown hair, all
the way down to the ends of her tiny toes, Phoebe's entire body
felt sensitive and sexy.  The feelings seemed centered between
her legs, in the drenched padding of her Goodnite and all through
her intimate area.  Phoebe' hand pressed again into the warm,
squishy gel that contained the liquid that had pourn from her
moments before.  Phoebe's whole body writhed in pleasure.  She
giggled and lowered her right hand slowly down over her tummy
into the waistband of her Goodnite, and past her hairless pubic
mound. It finally came to rest with Phoebe cupping her tingling
privates.  Phoebe's entire hand tensed and relaxed, teasing her
gently.

Phoebe had begun growing up, and had often explored her changing
body.  She had occasionally touched herself between her legs to
make herself feel good. This time, however, it was somehow
different.  Something inside her itched, and to rub herself now,
inside her wet pull-up, seemed to scratch that itch.  The
feelings, and Phoebe's caresses, were more intense, more feverish
than that had been before.  Her right hand moved quickly, and
pressed firmly, as it rubbed her genitals.  Phoebe's back
arched slightly, and the pace of her breath quickened, as she
rubbed around her button in tiny circles.  Phoebe's pleasure
sparked, and she moaned softly.  She caressed her still hairless
labia with her free fingers as the circles got smaller and
smaller.  She usually didn't like rubbing directly on her clit,
because it felt too intense; she preferred to instead massage
herself near her very sensitive button, and let the indirect
stimulation carry her.  But, this time, the intensity seemed to
scratch that itch all the more.  Her finger moved quicker and
quicker as it finally came to rest on her twinging button. 
Phoebe diddled her clit intensely, as her climax began to build.
She rubbed harder and harder, her breaths coming shorter and
shorter, as her body tensed up.  Her legs and back were rigid,
and her entire body blushing.  Phoebe's once stifled moans became
louder, and her body went into convulsions, as she suddenly began
to climax.  "Ohhh, It feels so gooood!" she moaned, as wave after
wave of pleasure escaped through her body.  The movements of her
hand slowed, and eventually stopped, as the waves of euphoria and
ecstasy began to cease.  Phoebe finally removed her hand from her
soggy Goodnight.  She panted as she lay in bed, overwhelmed by
the feelings, and worn out from the expension of energy. 
Finally, her head still buzzing, the child fell asleep.

END OF CHAPTER 1

Written 7-27-2008 in Wordpad on Windows 98se Final version
finished on Word XP Converted to from RTF to plain text by hand,
because Word XP suckily lacks the ability to competently do this.
 Word 2000 could handle it perfectly.  Why all the suck, MS?

The storyline for this chapter based in part on an untitled story
by Miyu. Thanks for the inspiration! 

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