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The Pissy Princess (Part I)
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Princess Isabelle resented when her authoritative mother forced her to attend those interminable banquets. Hours of standing up in an elaborate dress, forced to talk with aristocratic older women. The queen was hell-bent on her daughter becoming more actively involved in court life, but Isabelle did not open up easily to strangers.
The worst part was that the other court women all seemed to have iron bladders. Even when she mustered the courage to excuse herself, making use of the ladies room was an awkward affair which often required the help of an assistant.
Lady Eveline, the dress maker, was a charming and outgoing Parisian. Isabelle always looked forward to those banquets and soirées with her. Eveline always knew where the ladies room was, and she would always help Isabelle with her dress.
“Tu a encore mouillé ta culotte?” gently asked the voluptuous Parisian, running her fingers over the urine-soaked lace of the princess’s undergarments. She nodded. “J'ai encore envie!” Before Eveline could finish undoing the intricate lace supports, she felt a warm stream running over her hand. Isabelle was always so terrified of a public accident, but she would also wait until the last minute to excuse herself. This meant accidents often happened in the ladies room with Eveline.
“Comment tu fait?” The princess was curious why Eveline was never even seen relieving herself. Helping her out of her soaked undergarments, Eveline’s heart sank at the princess’ discomfort and embarrassment. Eveline was reluctant to tell her the truth. The queen would certainly not approve.
Lady Eveline was always a bed wetter, but only recently has she started wearing her diapers during the day. The latest model of Lucille’s “couche-culotte” made a definite impression on her. It was a real diaper made for adult women. It had wide, intricate designs of lace around the waist and leg bands which made the garment comfortable, functional and resistant to leaks.
Eveline couldn’t contain herself. “Je porte une couche.” Lifting the back of her ample dress, she revealed her soggy diaper and rubber panties in full view of the princess. Isabelle stood in disbelief. It was like a surge of electricity traversed her skull. Far from being offended, she found herself melting with excitement and envy.
That night, the princess kept dreaming about Eveline in her diapers. She felt a sudden sentiment of abandon and relief. The wetness spreading to her belly button woke her up, stopping the flow. There was just one tiny puddle. She was just about to get out of bed but then she thought “Je suis déjà mouillée” and she let out another spurt. And another. Her wet spot was growing but she was still squirming. She got up and sat on her knees under the sheets. She kept thinking back at the swelled-up diaper under Eveline’s blue dress. The subtle scent of urine playfully aroused her nose. “Pourquoi pas?”, she thought. She laid down on her back and uncovered her head from under the sheets. Inching her butt forward, Isabelle exhaled slowly, dragging her feet back and forth over the mattress, feeling the puddle with her toes. Fountains and rivulets of piss flooded the princess’ sheets and she fell into a deep sleep.
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Posted on : Aug 4, 2018
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