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Here is a new story I wrote. I haven't written in a while, so I had to write this once the idea came to mind. I have written 2 parts as of right now (the second part will be posted below) and I may write more.
Please let me know what you think. I hope some people enjoy it.
Also, I'm posting all of my stories here: The Yellow Safe. It is a place for me to manage what I write. I also have a Tumblr where I post the pictures I find and also post the stories I write there. Follow me if you like. Thanks.
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Melanie Chapter 1: Rediscovery
Melanie was the happiest she had ever been: she had just graduated from college (with honors), she had a decent job set up downtown, and she found a cozy place to live not far from work. Yes, it was sad for her to be leaving her parent’s house - a place she had lived for all 23 years of her life. She didn’t have many things - she planned to buy furniture once she moved in - but going through all the stuff in her room brought back a lot of memories from her childhood. But, really, she didn’t need to be living in a unicorn-themed room any longer (she had been a girly-girl growing up).
The last place for her to clean out was the attic inside her closet. It was accessed through a small door in her closet. As a kid, Melanie spent days playing in the stuffy, small attic. Chances were that she wouldn’t find anything of value in the attic, but she had to throw out anything that she didn’t want or need.
Melanie changed into a blue tank-top and a pair of tiny, yellow booty shorts. Her long blond hair was braided to keep it out of her face as she worked. People always told her she looked like Cerie from the TV show 30 Rock (picture here) - hearing that always made her blush. Once she was ready, Melanie grabbed a few garbage bags and tugged them into the attic with her. One bag was for the things she would keep and the others were for the things to purge.
Her mother helped her clean out the attic and they moved quickly. They sifted through old clothes for playing dress-up, Halloween costumes, toys, stuffed animals - and…
“Melanie, what is this?” her mother asked in a curious but accusing tone. She held up a Ziploc bag that contained what appeared to be a white and yellow rag with a unicorn printed on it.
“I don’t know, mom,” Melanie said. She honestly couldn’t remember what was in the bag - it had been so long since she had last played in the attic. She grabbed the bag from her mother and took out the curious item.
Melanie couldn’t believe what she was seeing as she opened the bag- memories from over a decade ago rushed back into her mind. Inside the bag was an old and rather worn pair of panties. They had a tiny white bow in the front and a picture of a unicorn just below. A normal pair of panties from her youth - except for the large, yellow stain that covered the crotch and most of the back of the panties. Melanie’s cheeks became furiously red as her mother stared at her old secret.
“You always did have problems with wetting your pants. Thank god you seemed to grow out of it. You should’ve known you didn’t have to hide an accident from me. I wouldn’t have been mad,” her mom chuckled.
Melanie almost didn’t register that her mother was taking this discovery in stride. She was still remembering those panties - the panties she put on in the attic every day after school. She would save up her bladder the entire day and then pee those panties. She had always loved wetting her panties when she was younger - until she showed a friend her secret. Melanie’s friend, Kara, had made fun of her and planned on telling her friends. So Melanie gave up her little hobby so she could fit in with her friends.
Melanie hadn’t thought about wetting herself in years. The thought came up from time to time, but she never took it seriously. She didn’t want to be weird.
She put the heavily soiled panties back in the bag and asked her mom to throw them in the trash bag. After that, they cleaned the rest of the attic without anything interesting popping up. Melanie was moving into her house the next day so she decided to try and get some sleep.
* * * *
Melanie tossed and turned in her single bed, unable to keep her brain from thinking. She was thinking about her new job and whether or not she would be liked. She was thinking about her new house and whether she was ready to live by herself. She was thinking about her future. But, still, she was thinking about her past - about those panties.
I can’t believe we found those panties today. I can’t even remember the last time I looked at them - what about the last time I used them? That had to be a decade ago! I was such a weird child - always peeing those panties. Who does that sort of thing? Yeah, it fely nice and warm - but people use toilets for a reason! I wonder if they still fit me…
Melanie could hardly remember what it felt like to wet her panties - she only remembered that it felt warm and pleasurable. Still unable to sleep, and wondering whether they still ft her, Melanie got out of bed to find the panties. Hopefully this shuts my brain up!
She sifted through all of the bags in the corner of her room - opening each one until she found the trash bag. In between broken toys and other scraps, she found the tiny bag containing her tiny panties. She opened the bag and took them out. The discoloration in the crotch was visible in the moonlight.
“Wow, I really did a number on this pair. I wonder how many times I peed in them.” Melanie whispered to herself.
The panties had definitely been used A LOT. They were very worn in the crotch and the waistband of the delicate string bikini-cut panties was frayed. She was surprised they were still in one piece. There were only two small holes in the fabric - in the back. Melanie discovered some loose thread in the crotch and remembered the sewing she had done to make her panties perfect.
The crotch had another layer of fabric sewn into it. The extra cotton fabric made the panties thicker and able to hold more pee. The extra cloth was sewn like a pocket so Melanie could slide in some Kleenex, or wash cloth, or whatever for extra absorption.
Looking at the old panties brought back so many memories. She was fascinated yet disgusted by her younger self. The modifications she made to the panties and the things she did in them were… just not normal. Still, she could not seem to put the panties down. It was one of those times where she knew what she should do, but still didn’t do it.
Without any further thought, Melanie slipped her panties off from under her nightshirt and pulled up the old panties. As they slid up her legs, the fabric stretched and Melanie could almost hear it groan. She was definitely bigger than she used to be - but luckily for her, she was still thin and able to fit into the panties.
Her ass hung out a little in the back but Melanie didn’t care. Somehow, wearing her old, too-tight panties felt right. The yellow-tinted fabric was tight and her pussy looked sculpted into the fabric. She was delighted that she could wear the panties… but what now? She thought.
Without really realizing what she was doing, Melanie let a squirt of pee into her old unicorn panties. Oh! Warmth quickly through her crotch as her pee soaked into the cotton of her panties. The feeling was electric as she felt it throughout her body - and suddenly, her panties were wet from more than just pee. That felt good!
Melanie’s pussy was aching for attention and she slid a hand down to her panties to oblige. She looked down to where her fingers were rubbing and saw wetness on her skin and on her panties. Wanting more, Melanie… what was that?!
A creak in the hallway brought Melanie’s actions to a halt. Her moment was gone. Looking down at her panties, Melanie was immediately disgusted with herself. No, no! What am I doing? I can’t be wetting my panties - and certainly not enjoying it! I’m 23 and I own my own house - I have a job! I can’t be like this.
Still nervous that someone was in the hallway, Melanie quickly took the panties off and wiped her self off with the dry part of the fabric. She threw them back into what she believed was the trash bag and went to bed. She slept - she was finally tired.
(to be continued…)
Please let me know what you think. I hope some people enjoy it.
Also, I'm posting all of my stories here: The Yellow Safe. It is a place for me to manage what I write. I also have a Tumblr where I post the pictures I find and also post the stories I write there. Follow me if you like. Thanks.
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Melanie Chapter 1: Rediscovery
Melanie was the happiest she had ever been: she had just graduated from college (with honors), she had a decent job set up downtown, and she found a cozy place to live not far from work. Yes, it was sad for her to be leaving her parent’s house - a place she had lived for all 23 years of her life. She didn’t have many things - she planned to buy furniture once she moved in - but going through all the stuff in her room brought back a lot of memories from her childhood. But, really, she didn’t need to be living in a unicorn-themed room any longer (she had been a girly-girl growing up).
The last place for her to clean out was the attic inside her closet. It was accessed through a small door in her closet. As a kid, Melanie spent days playing in the stuffy, small attic. Chances were that she wouldn’t find anything of value in the attic, but she had to throw out anything that she didn’t want or need.
Melanie changed into a blue tank-top and a pair of tiny, yellow booty shorts. Her long blond hair was braided to keep it out of her face as she worked. People always told her she looked like Cerie from the TV show 30 Rock (picture here) - hearing that always made her blush. Once she was ready, Melanie grabbed a few garbage bags and tugged them into the attic with her. One bag was for the things she would keep and the others were for the things to purge.
Her mother helped her clean out the attic and they moved quickly. They sifted through old clothes for playing dress-up, Halloween costumes, toys, stuffed animals - and…
“Melanie, what is this?” her mother asked in a curious but accusing tone. She held up a Ziploc bag that contained what appeared to be a white and yellow rag with a unicorn printed on it.
“I don’t know, mom,” Melanie said. She honestly couldn’t remember what was in the bag - it had been so long since she had last played in the attic. She grabbed the bag from her mother and took out the curious item.
Melanie couldn’t believe what she was seeing as she opened the bag- memories from over a decade ago rushed back into her mind. Inside the bag was an old and rather worn pair of panties. They had a tiny white bow in the front and a picture of a unicorn just below. A normal pair of panties from her youth - except for the large, yellow stain that covered the crotch and most of the back of the panties. Melanie’s cheeks became furiously red as her mother stared at her old secret.
“You always did have problems with wetting your pants. Thank god you seemed to grow out of it. You should’ve known you didn’t have to hide an accident from me. I wouldn’t have been mad,” her mom chuckled.
Melanie almost didn’t register that her mother was taking this discovery in stride. She was still remembering those panties - the panties she put on in the attic every day after school. She would save up her bladder the entire day and then pee those panties. She had always loved wetting her panties when she was younger - until she showed a friend her secret. Melanie’s friend, Kara, had made fun of her and planned on telling her friends. So Melanie gave up her little hobby so she could fit in with her friends.
Melanie hadn’t thought about wetting herself in years. The thought came up from time to time, but she never took it seriously. She didn’t want to be weird.
She put the heavily soiled panties back in the bag and asked her mom to throw them in the trash bag. After that, they cleaned the rest of the attic without anything interesting popping up. Melanie was moving into her house the next day so she decided to try and get some sleep.
* * * *
Melanie tossed and turned in her single bed, unable to keep her brain from thinking. She was thinking about her new job and whether or not she would be liked. She was thinking about her new house and whether she was ready to live by herself. She was thinking about her future. But, still, she was thinking about her past - about those panties.
I can’t believe we found those panties today. I can’t even remember the last time I looked at them - what about the last time I used them? That had to be a decade ago! I was such a weird child - always peeing those panties. Who does that sort of thing? Yeah, it fely nice and warm - but people use toilets for a reason! I wonder if they still fit me…
Melanie could hardly remember what it felt like to wet her panties - she only remembered that it felt warm and pleasurable. Still unable to sleep, and wondering whether they still ft her, Melanie got out of bed to find the panties. Hopefully this shuts my brain up!
She sifted through all of the bags in the corner of her room - opening each one until she found the trash bag. In between broken toys and other scraps, she found the tiny bag containing her tiny panties. She opened the bag and took them out. The discoloration in the crotch was visible in the moonlight.
“Wow, I really did a number on this pair. I wonder how many times I peed in them.” Melanie whispered to herself.
The panties had definitely been used A LOT. They were very worn in the crotch and the waistband of the delicate string bikini-cut panties was frayed. She was surprised they were still in one piece. There were only two small holes in the fabric - in the back. Melanie discovered some loose thread in the crotch and remembered the sewing she had done to make her panties perfect.
The crotch had another layer of fabric sewn into it. The extra cotton fabric made the panties thicker and able to hold more pee. The extra cloth was sewn like a pocket so Melanie could slide in some Kleenex, or wash cloth, or whatever for extra absorption.
Looking at the old panties brought back so many memories. She was fascinated yet disgusted by her younger self. The modifications she made to the panties and the things she did in them were… just not normal. Still, she could not seem to put the panties down. It was one of those times where she knew what she should do, but still didn’t do it.
Without any further thought, Melanie slipped her panties off from under her nightshirt and pulled up the old panties. As they slid up her legs, the fabric stretched and Melanie could almost hear it groan. She was definitely bigger than she used to be - but luckily for her, she was still thin and able to fit into the panties.
Her ass hung out a little in the back but Melanie didn’t care. Somehow, wearing her old, too-tight panties felt right. The yellow-tinted fabric was tight and her pussy looked sculpted into the fabric. She was delighted that she could wear the panties… but what now? She thought.
Without really realizing what she was doing, Melanie let a squirt of pee into her old unicorn panties. Oh! Warmth quickly through her crotch as her pee soaked into the cotton of her panties. The feeling was electric as she felt it throughout her body - and suddenly, her panties were wet from more than just pee. That felt good!
Melanie’s pussy was aching for attention and she slid a hand down to her panties to oblige. She looked down to where her fingers were rubbing and saw wetness on her skin and on her panties. Wanting more, Melanie… what was that?!
A creak in the hallway brought Melanie’s actions to a halt. Her moment was gone. Looking down at her panties, Melanie was immediately disgusted with herself. No, no! What am I doing? I can’t be wetting my panties - and certainly not enjoying it! I’m 23 and I own my own house - I have a job! I can’t be like this.
Still nervous that someone was in the hallway, Melanie quickly took the panties off and wiped her self off with the dry part of the fabric. She threw them back into what she believed was the trash bag and went to bed. She slept - she was finally tired.
(to be continued…)
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