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Seven days of summer

Or the sketches of a diapered future

Warning: This story contains ABDL content

Day 1. Compassion

Melissa jumped of her horse as a column of fire and smoke whizzed past her. She readjusted a lock of her honey brown hair as she dashed across the charred ground. As the young warrior drew her silver blade she saw her foe spreading its wings. She had been chasing this dragon ever since it had burned down her village. At fourteen years of age she was not only the youngest ever to acquire a knight’s title, but also the first girl of common lineage to achieve this feat. Her heart pounded as she jumped of the ledge, firmly gripping her sword in both hands. As she travelled through the air for what seemed like an eternity the dragon reared its head and flames were forming inside the gaping abyss that made up its vile and ferocious mouth. Would she be quick enough? Melissa could start to feel the warmth of the dragon fire. It was intense, but she couldn’t let herself be consumed by the searing flames. Right before the fire sealed her fate, the young warrior gathered all of her might and plunged her shining, silver blade straight into the heart of the black dragon. With a loud but final roar, the beast fell and a fountain of its evil blood erupted from where the monster had been struck. The dragon slayer stood victorious as waves of blood pooled over her armour. She felt how her thighs became soaked in the warm blood of the dragon that slowly spread itself further. Somehow this feeling was familiar to the girl.

With a shock the teen awoke. Her adventure had only been a dream. She had not slain a dragon, she was no hero and hadn’t saved the day. As she sat up in her bed Melissa knew it had happened again. She felt a last trickle of urine making its way through her soaked panties. As it gently moved down along her inner thigh the disappointed teen realized what would be the consequences of her latest nightly accident. She had to keep her bed dry for an entire month if she wanted to go to FCC. Some of her friends had already visited Fantasy Cosplay Con last year and Melissa didn’t want to miss out again this year. She surely didn’t have the money to go there, but she had hoped the deal with her dad would have solved that. Thirty nights without accidents and he would pay for her trip. That deal was made half a year ago, but each and every time she failed to keep her bed dry long enough. This time she had gotten as far as 24 dry nights in row. FCC would be held just over a month from now, so from this moment forward she couldn’t allow herself to have any accidents. She wouldn’t only be letting down her father and herself, but also Courtney, her best friend. They both wanted to go to FCC and Courtney could easily afford it since she earned quite a lot of money by babysitting once or twice a week. Courtney’s mother however, a stern businesswoman, wouldn’t allow her to go to Fantasy Cosplay Con if that meant going away for multiple days with only her friends Jacob, Tim and Connor, three teenaged boys that were slightly older than Courtney and according to Courtney’s mom, they possessed more hormones than a doped up Russian weightlifter. If Melissa didn’t go Courtney would be staying at home as well.

Melissa switched her lamp on. The electrical light illuminated the many drawings near the girl’s bed, almost all of them of elves or goblins or other fantasy creatures. An irritated moan could be heard coming from across the room. ‘Wet bed again sis?’ said another teen girl sleepily. When her question remained unanswered she added: ‘Don’t worry too much about it, there’s a good chance you can still go to your nerd fest.’ The much more talkative teen paused and added with a smirk: ‘You know dad has a hard time saying no to his little girl’. ‘Shut it Sam! You’re only twelve minutes older than me.’ Even though Melissa tried to sound angry, she couldn’t help but smile, even if it was just a little bit. She appreciated that her twin sister tried to understand her and her problems, but Sam just didn’t get it. She was the popular girl who excelled at almost every sport, while Melissa only had a small group of close friends, couldn’t hit a baseball if her life depended on it and then there was her lack of… control. ‘Do you need any help cleaning up?’ ‘Thanks Sam, but you don’t even know how to turn the washing machine on.’ ‘Okay then I’ll go back to my dreams of making out with Ben Johnson.’ Melissa looked confused, ‘the British poet?’ The slightly older twin let out an audible sigh before she said: ‘No, I’m talking about the quarterback silly.’

After about ten minutes Melissa had cleaned herself, her underwear and her bed. She was about to get back into bed, but when she moved to turn off the lights her eyes spotted the fairly large box that stood in the shadows under her bed. It seemed to be mocking her, the happy smiling face on the packaging of the teen diapers seemed to be laughing at her. Melissa kicked the box further under her bed and went to sleep. She twisted and turned in her fresh bed as her inner thoughts were only those of disappointment and failure.

The geeky teen wasted most of her morning moping around. After a quick lunch with Sam and her mom, she decided to go out and buy something to cheer herself up. Normally she would have asked her friend Courtney to join her, but today the younger twin just wanted to be on her own. She cycled to main street and after parking her bike, she started heading towards the comic book store, the place where most of her allowance eventually ended up. When she passed the toy store her eyes caught sight of someone who peeked her interest. An Elderly man was standing out in the street as he drew the view in front of him using charcoal. The cardboard sign leaning against his stand read: ‘Portraits: 3$/ 3 minutes’. Melissa was intrigued by the many drawings the man had on display and she carefully observed them. She noticed the many different drawing styles and techniques present in this man’s work. The brunette was impressed by his skill and stood there in awe for quite a while. Suddenly the old artist spoke: ‘Would you like a portrait of yourself young lady?’ The teen was startled since she didn’t even see the man look away from his work, but somehow he had seen her staring at his work. ‘Well, I… uhmm… Yes, please’ answered Melissa, deciding this would be as good a way as any to spend her allowance. She sat down on a stool the artist offered her. His face was wrinkled, like worn leather and his veiny, speckled hands made the girl think that the man had to be seventy at least.

The three minutes that were advertised ended up being around fifteen minutes, but Melissa didn’t care. While the man drew her they talked about all sorts of stuff. It started off with art as a topic, but when the man discovered Melissa’s fondness of drawing he urged her to tell him what sort of things she drew. Talking about her fantasy drawings led to her telling about her and her friend’s “Dungeons & Dinosaurs” adventures, which amused the friendly, old man very much. Somehow the girl felt like she could tell the man anything, it was like talking to one of her grandparents. Melissa told him about her friends, about her family and for a split second she even considered telling him how bad she felt about wetting the bed, but she quickly dismissed that thought. Once the man had finished his work he took another look at the girl, long and silent, seemingly to decide if he really was done. ‘Tell me’ the artist said to Melissa ‘You seem to have nice friends and a happy family, but somehow I can’t shake the feeling there is something you are sad about.’ It was like he knew about her secret. The skinny teen was a bit flustered, but swiftly regained her composure. ‘Well yes, there is something, but I’d rather not talk about if you don’t mind sir.’ The man slowly pinched his chin and then turned around to open the large chest which he had been using as a chair. ‘I believe I haven’t mentioned to you yet, that I also sell art supplies. If my feeling is right and it usually is, this will be able to help you with whatever your problem is.’ As he finished speaking the man took an old-fashioned leather pencil case, which made a rickety noise as the pencils inside softly bumped off each other and a large sketchbook out of the chest. ‘Since I can feel you need these things I will only ask you four dollars for them.’ Melissa didn’t really need these items, but she felt she couldn’t let this nice, old man down, He was just trying to help her. She reached for her wallet and took out seven dollars to pay for both the art supplies and the portrait. ‘Please remember Melissa, you can change the world through your art.’ The kind, old man’s tone was almost solemn. He handed Melissa the portrait of herself. The image amazed her, it was clearly her, but she looked so pretty. In the image she smiled and somehow the old man had even made those braces she hated with a passion look good on her. The artist had captured her perfectly, from her upturned nose to the few freckles that surrounded it, everything was just right. After thanking him extensively she slid the portrait inside the sketchbook to keep it safe, put the pencil case in the purse her sister had given her for her birthday and hurried over to her bike. Melissa wanted to return home she wanted to show the drawing to her parents. Seeing all of those drawings had brought her in the mood to draw something, maybe she would try out her new art supplies after showing the awesome portrait.

When Melissa returned home things took a different turn. Her mom had noticed the extra laundry and decided she needed to talk to her teenaged about her accident last night. No matter how kindly her mother said ‘I know you’ll be able to keep the bed dry soon’, or how good mom’s intentions were. Her daughter didn’t want to talk about it at all, she didn’t want to be reminded of her failure, so she said as little as possible before running up the stairs to her room. As Melissa sat down in her desk chair she heard the voice of her twin sister. ‘Ya, didn’t have to be so rude to mom. You know, she’s just trying to help.’ ‘I didn’t mean to… It’s just that I don’t want to talk about my problem.’ Sam walked up being her twin sister and spun her around in her desk chair until the sisters faced one another. ‘Mel, to be honest, I don’t really care about your wet sheets. You’ll grow out of it and even if you wet the bed a few more times this month, I don’t think dad will have the heart to keep you from that geek gathering you look so much forward to. For now, it just shows you are still the cute, lil’, baby sister I adore.’ Melissa wanted to reply, but as she opened her mouth, Sam started ruffling her slightly younger sister’s hair. The older twin ended their interaction by giving a long and tight hug to Melissa. As Sam went downstairs, the remaining girl pondered what she should do, before remembering her earlier urge to draw. Unfortunately, the question of ‘What to draw’, proofed to be a far harder dilemma. After coming up with many ideas for fantasy illustrations and just as many rejections of her own ideas, she had a strange new thought. Instead of unicorns or trolls, she would draw her sister. Melissa started working with her new pencils, drawing in her new sketchbook. The idea resulted in a short comic strip. First a picture of Sam going to bed, then multiple panels showing how she twisted and turned in her sleep, followed by a larger image showing Sam as she woke up in a bed soaked in her own Urine. Somehow this idea amused and exited Melissa, seeing her sister, that so often talked down to her, experiencing her point of view just seemed right.

It was time to go to sleep and the twins each entered their own bed. Only the soft buzzing sounds of the Air conditioning could be heard in the quiet of the night. Melissa quickly found her way to dreamland, but her somewhat older sister was less fortunate. Sam kept twisting and turning as she fell prey to a strange dream. She stood downstairs in the living room, it was morning and she wore her favourite shorts and shirt. The doorbell rang, her heart fluttered. She rushed to open the door. It was him. Ben Johnson, the very tall and very handsome quarterback. He gave her a big smile ‘Have I ever told you, you’re the cutest girl I know Sam?’ She tried to say something back, but no words could find their way out of her mouth. She felt strange, as if not just her cheeks blushed, but her entire body. Ben lifted her in his strong muscular arms and gently cradled her against his chest. She felt very happy being the centre of her attention to her crush. He gently stroked her cheek with two of his fingers and gave the girl another big smile before speaking. ‘Let’s see if we can find your sister.’ Finally, a word freed itself from Sam’s mouth ‘Why?’ The quarterback rocked her in his arms and said with a gentle voice ‘Well, I want to see my girlfriend and you need her to change your diaper lil’ Sammy’ She felt upset, Ben dating her sister, that couldn’t be true! Furthermore, her sister was the one that wet herself, not she. The confused girl looked away from Ben, who still held her in his arms. As she shifted her view, Sam was alarmed to see she wasn’t wearing her own clothes anymore. Instead of white jean shorts she wore a white, poofy diaper, adorned with childish pictures. The worst part of this infantile underwear was definitely the front, it was discoloured as if someone had used it, but she didn’t use diapers. A shiver went down her spine as she became aware of a cold and wet feeling around her crotch and bottom. ‘You really did a number of your diaper Sammy’ ‘No’, cried Sam as she woke up. She sighted of relief once she realized it had just been a bad dream. Her relief swiftly faded as the cold feeling didn’t leave her. Terrified Sam removed the covers to check if she had really done it.

Melissa woke up to the sound of her sister crying. ‘What’s wrong Sam?’ Her older sister was silent for a moment or two before responding ‘I think… I think I just wet my bed’ The younger twin felt a mix of emotions hit her at once. She felt sorry for her sister, but was somehow very excited by this situation as well. Her strongest feeling however was one of curiosity. Did her drawings somehow cause this? Was that what the old man meant when he told her she could change the world through art? In the darkness of the room the snivelling sister was unaware of the smile that crept onto Melissa’s face. ‘Don’t worry sis, I know just what to do.’

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Seven days of summer

Or the sketches of a diapered future

Warning: This story contains ABDL content

Day 1. Compassion

Melissa jumped of her horse as a column of fire and smoke whizzed past her. She readjusted a lock of her honey brown hair as she dashed across the charred ground. As the young warrior drew her silver blade she saw her foe spreading its wings. She had been chasing this dragon ever since it had burned down her village. At fourteen years of age she was not only the youngest ever to acquire a knight’s title, but also the first girl of common lineage to achieve this feat. Her heart pounded as she jumped of the ledge, firmly gripping her sword in both hands. As she travelled through the air for what seemed like an eternity the dragon reared its head and flames were forming inside the gaping abyss that made up its vile and ferocious mouth. Would she be quick enough? Melissa could start to feel the warmth of the dragon fire. It was intense, but she couldn’t let herself be consumed by the searing flames. Right before the fire sealed her fate, the young warrior gathered all of her might and plunged her shining, silver blade straight into the heart of the black dragon. With a loud but final roar, the beast fell and a fountain of its evil blood erupted from where the monster had been struck. The dragon slayer stood victorious as waves of blood pooled over her armour. She felt how her thighs became soaked in the warm blood of the dragon that slowly spread itself further. Somehow this feeling was familiar to the girl.

With a shock the teen awoke. Her adventure had only been a dream. She had not slain a dragon, she was no hero and hadn’t saved the day. As she sat up in her bed Melissa knew it had happened again. She felt a last trickle of urine making its way through her soaked panties. As it gently moved down along her inner thigh the disappointed teen realized what would be the consequences of her latest nightly accident. She had to keep her bed dry for an entire month if she wanted to go to FCC. Some of her friends had already visited Fantasy Cosplay Con last year and Melissa didn’t want to miss out again this year. She surely didn’t have the money to go there, but she had hoped the deal with her dad would have solved that. Thirty nights without accidents and he would pay for her trip. That deal was made half a year ago, but each and every time she failed to keep her bed dry long enough. This time she had gotten as far as 24 dry nights in row. FCC would be held just over a month from now, so from this moment forward she couldn’t allow herself to have any accidents. She wouldn’t only be letting down her father and herself, but also Courtney, her best friend. They both wanted to go to FCC and Courtney could easily afford it since she earned quite a lot of money by babysitting once or twice a week. Courtney’s mother however, a stern businesswoman, wouldn’t allow her to go to Fantasy Cosplay Con if that meant going away for multiple days with only her friends Jacob, Tim and Connor, three teenaged boys that were slightly older than Courtney and according to Courtney’s mom, they possessed more hormones than a doped up Russian weightlifter. If Melissa didn’t go Courtney would be staying at home as well.

Melissa switched her lamp on. The electrical light illuminated the many drawings near the girl’s bed, almost all of them of elves or goblins or other fantasy creatures. An irritated moan could be heard coming from across the room. ‘Wet bed again sis?’ said another teen girl sleepily. When her question remained unanswered she added: ‘Don’t worry too much about it, there’s a good chance you can still go to your nerd fest.’ The much more talkative teen paused and added with a smirk: ‘You know dad has a hard time saying no to his little girl’. ‘Shut it Sam! You’re only twelve minutes older than me.’ Even though Melissa tried to sound angry, she couldn’t help but smile, even if it was just a little bit. She appreciated that her twin sister tried to understand her and her problems, but Sam just didn’t get it. She was the popular girl who excelled at almost every sport, while Melissa only had a small group of close friends, couldn’t hit a baseball if her life depended on it and then there was her lack of… control. ‘Do you need any help cleaning up?’ ‘Thanks Sam, but you don’t even know how to turn the washing machine on.’ ‘Okay then I’ll go back to my dreams of making out with Ben Johnson.’ Melissa looked confused, ‘the British poet?’ The slightly older twin let out an audible sigh before she said: ‘No, I’m talking about the quarterback silly.’

After about ten minutes Melissa had cleaned herself, her underwear and her bed. She was about to get back into bed, but when she moved to turn off the lights her eyes spotted the fairly large box that stood in the shadows under her bed. It seemed to be mocking her, the happy smiling face on the packaging of the teen diapers seemed to be laughing at her. Melissa kicked the box further under her bed and went to sleep. She twisted and turned in her fresh bed as her inner thoughts were only those of disappointment and failure.

The geeky teen wasted most of her morning moping around. After a quick lunch with Sam and her mom, she decided to go out and buy something to cheer herself up. Normally she would have asked her friend Courtney to join her, but today the younger twin just wanted to be on her own. She cycled to main street and after parking her bike, she started heading towards the comic book store, the place where most of her allowance eventually ended up. When she passed the toy store her eyes caught sight of someone who peeked her interest. An Elderly man was standing out in the street as he drew the view in front of him using charcoal. The cardboard sign leaning against his stand read: ‘Portraits: 3$/ 3 minutes’. Melissa was intrigued by the many drawings the man had on display and she carefully observed them. She noticed the many different drawing styles and techniques present in this man’s work. The brunette was impressed by his skill and stood there in awe for quite a while. Suddenly the old artist spoke: ‘Would you like a portrait of yourself young lady?’ The teen was startled since she didn’t even see the man look away from his work, but somehow he had seen her staring at his work. ‘Well, I… uhmm… Yes, please’ answered Melissa, deciding this would be as good a way as any to spend her allowance. She sat down on a stool the artist offered her. His face was wrinkled, like worn leather and his veiny, speckled hands made the girl think that the man had to be seventy at least.

The three minutes that were advertised ended up being around fifteen minutes, but Melissa didn’t care. While the man drew her they talked about all sorts of stuff. It started off with art as a topic, but when the man discovered Melissa’s fondness of drawing he urged her to tell him what sort of things she drew. Talking about her fantasy drawings led to her telling about her and her friend’s “Dungeons & Dinosaurs” adventures, which amused the friendly, old man very much. Somehow the girl felt like she could tell the man anything, it was like talking to one of her grandparents. Melissa told him about her friends, about her family and for a split second she even considered telling him how bad she felt about wetting the bed, but she quickly dismissed that thought. Once the man had finished his work he took another look at the girl, long and silent, seemingly to decide if he really was done. ‘Tell me’ the artist said to Melissa ‘You seem to have nice friends and a happy family, but somehow I can’t shake the feeling there is something you are sad about.’ It was like he knew about her secret. The skinny teen was a bit flustered, but swiftly regained her composure. ‘Well yes, there is something, but I’d rather not talk about if you don’t mind sir.’ The man slowly pinched his chin and then turned around to open the large chest which he had been using as a chair. ‘I believe I haven’t mentioned to you yet, that I also sell art supplies. If my feeling is right and it usually is, this will be able to help you with whatever your problem is.’ As he finished speaking the man took an old-fashioned leather pencil case, which made a rickety noise as the pencils inside softly bumped off each other and a large sketchbook out of the chest. ‘Since I can feel you need these things I will only ask you four dollars for them.’ Melissa didn’t really need these items, but she felt she couldn’t let this nice, old man down, He was just trying to help her. She reached for her wallet and took out seven dollars to pay for both the art supplies and the portrait. ‘Please remember Melissa, you can change the world through your art.’ The kind, old man’s tone was almost solemn. He handed Melissa the portrait of herself. The image amazed her, it was clearly her, but she looked so pretty. In the image she smiled and somehow the old man had even made those braces she hated with a passion look good on her. The artist had captured her perfectly, from her upturned nose to the few freckles that surrounded it, everything was just right. After thanking him extensively she slid the portrait inside the sketchbook to keep it safe, put the pencil case in the purse her sister had given her for her birthday and hurried over to her bike. Melissa wanted to return home she wanted to show the drawing to her parents. Seeing all of those drawings had brought her in the mood to draw something, maybe she would try out her new art supplies after showing the awesome portrait.

When Melissa returned home things took a different turn. Her mom had noticed the extra laundry and decided she needed to talk to her teenaged about her accident last night. No matter how kindly her mother said ‘I know you’ll be able to keep the bed dry soon’, or how good mom’s intentions were. Her daughter didn’t want to talk about it at all, she didn’t want to be reminded of her failure, so she said as little as possible before running up the stairs to her room. As Melissa sat down in her desk chair she heard the voice of her twin sister. ‘Ya, didn’t have to be so rude to mom. You know, she’s just trying to help.’ ‘I didn’t mean to… It’s just that I don’t want to talk about my problem.’ Sam walked up being her twin sister and spun her around in her desk chair until the sisters faced one another. ‘Mel, to be honest, I don’t really care about your wet sheets. You’ll grow out of it and even if you wet the bed a few more times this month, I don’t think dad will have the heart to keep you from that geek gathering you look so much forward to. For now, it just shows you are still the cute, lil’, baby sister I adore.’ Melissa wanted to reply, but as she opened her mouth, Sam started ruffling her slightly younger sister’s hair. The older twin ended their interaction by giving a long and tight hug to Melissa. As Sam went downstairs, the remaining girl pondered what she should do, before remembering her earlier urge to draw. Unfortunately, the question of ‘What to draw’, proofed to be a far harder dilemma. After coming up with many ideas for fantasy illustrations and just as many rejections of her own ideas, she had a strange new thought. Instead of unicorns or trolls, she would draw her sister. Melissa started working with her new pencils, drawing in her new sketchbook. The idea resulted in a short comic strip. First a picture of Sam going to bed, then multiple panels showing how she twisted and turned in her sleep, followed by a larger image showing Sam as she woke up in a bed soaked in her own Urine. Somehow this idea amused and exited Melissa, seeing her sister, that so often talked down to her, experiencing her point of view just seemed right.

It was time to go to sleep and the twins each entered their own bed. Only the soft buzzing sounds of the Air conditioning could be heard in the quiet of the night. Melissa quickly found her way to dreamland, but her somewhat older sister was less fortunate. Sam kept twisting and turning as she fell prey to a strange dream. She stood downstairs in the living room, it was morning and she wore her favourite shorts and shirt. The doorbell rang, her heart fluttered. She rushed to open the door. It was him. Ben Johnson, the very tall and very handsome quarterback. He gave her a big smile ‘Have I ever told you, you’re the cutest girl I know Sam?’ She tried to say something back, but no words could find their way out of her mouth. She felt strange, as if not just her cheeks blushed, but her entire body. Ben lifted her in his strong muscular arms and gently cradled her against his chest. She felt very happy being the centre of her attention to her crush. He gently stroked her cheek with two of his fingers and gave the girl another big smile before speaking. ‘Let’s see if we can find your sister.’ Finally, a word freed itself from Sam’s mouth ‘Why?’ The quarterback rocked her in his arms and said with a gentle voice ‘Well, I want to see my girlfriend and you need her to change your diaper lil’ Sammy’ She felt upset, Ben dating her sister, that couldn’t be true! Furthermore, her sister was the one that wet herself, not she. The confused girl looked away from Ben, who still held her in his arms. As she shifted her view, Sam was alarmed to see she wasn’t wearing her own clothes anymore. Instead of white jean shorts she wore a white, poofy diaper, adorned with childish pictures. The worst part of this infantile underwear was definitely the front, it was discoloured as if someone had used it, but she didn’t use diapers. A shiver went down her spine as she became aware of a cold and wet feeling around her crotch and bottom. ‘You really did a number of your diaper Sammy’ ‘No’, cried Sam as she woke up. She sighted of relief once she realized it had just been a bad dream. Her relief swiftly faded as the cold feeling didn’t leave her. Terrified Sam removed the covers to check if she had really done it.

Melissa woke up to the sound of her sister crying. ‘What’s wrong Sam?’ Her older sister was silent for a moment or two before responding ‘I think… I think I just wet my bed’ The younger twin felt a mix of emotions hit her at once. She felt sorry for her sister, but was somehow very excited by this situation as well. Her strongest feeling however was one of curiosity. Did her drawings somehow cause this? Was that what the old man meant when he told her she could change the world through art? In the darkness of the room the snivelling sister was unaware of the smile that crept onto Melissa’s face. ‘Don’t worry sis, I know just what to do.’