Accidents This story begins one morning when I got out of bed and heard my younger brother wailing in his room down the hall. I got up to see what happened. The large wet spot on the front of his pajamas told me he'd wet the bed. He'd only been officially potty-trained a month ago and still had an occasional accident. Every time he would, however, I'd get a sudden urge to be un-potty- trained so I could wet my pants like him. My mother came in and got him cleaned up. Then she told to go outside and play with my brother, so I did. I asked him how it felt to wet the bed and he said it was kinda fun but he didn't want anyone to know that he liked it so he would fake cry. I told him that I always wanted to wet my pants to and he, being the tattletale that he always was, ran in to tell mom. Just then I got the sudden urge to pee. I ran inside to go to the bathroom until my mom spotted me. She told me what my brother had just told her and that if I wanted to pee in my pants I should just let loose. (Just as long as I clean it up) Thinking twice about doing it in front of my mom I decided it would be too embarrassing and continued to make my way toward the bathroom. She cut me off in front of the door and said, "Oh no! If you want to pee in your pants I'm NOT letting you in the bathroom to do it. Just go here." I was very surprised and realized that I had no choice so I tried to just go, but with someone watching I just couldn't. I told my mom about this but she said nothing and just waited. Finally, a little pee trickled into my pants. My reaction was to try to stop it but my bladder had just exploded. The pee went through my underwear, then my pants, and than splattered all over onto the floor, in a huge yellow puddle. Then, as promised mom maid me clean it up and get into new cloths. Then mom said she was going to the store and I went back outside to play with my brother. Eventually I had to pee again so I went back inside to go to the bathroom, but the door was locked with a note to me on it that read: Don't try to go in here while I'm gone. I have the key. If you need to go, do it in your pants again. Same for your brother. From mom. I went back outside and told my brother about the note. He said that was cool because he had to pee and would be happy to do it in his pants if I would join him. "Sure, but you go first," I said. All of a sudden, pee started rushing down my brother's front. It was so exciting to watch that my bladder gave way before he finished. I just couldn't stop. My pants got really wet and it splashed onto the ground and soaked into the grass. It was so much fun that my brother and I drank 10 glasses of water each so we could do it again. Then we decided to have a contest of whoever could hold it in the longest. The winner would get to take pictures of the other wetting their pants. We stood there for about 10 minutes and the pee inside of me was getting almost unbearable. However, I could tell it was hard for my brother as well when a wet spot started to form on his pants. Watching as I gained my clear victory, I let loose as well, as pee streamed through my pants and flowed quickly onto the floor. I had fun taking pictures of my brother afterwards but I think he enjoyed it, too. Then my mom pulled into the driveway from the store. She came in and noticed the puddles and told us to come with her. She opened a package of diapers and told us that we must use them. We both thought it was great. However, she had bad news as well. Since she new we were really already potty-trained and she didn't want to continuously buy diapers, we could only wear them for a week, a week where the bathroom would be locked except for bathing purposes. That must have been the best week of my life. The first thing I did of course, is try it out. I peed and it was all absorbed into the huge and thick diaper. The warm pee felt so good that I didn't tell my mom to change me until it started to turn cold and itchy. Then I snuck out a poo and got changed. By the end of the week peeing would occasionally take me by surprise. Then my diaper week ended and I went back to underwear. However, my bladder must have learned to rely on the diaper. I was playing in the yard and my body showed no sign that I had to pee. Then I got a really bad urge. I ran to the house as fast as I could holding it in first with just my inner muscles, but then my hands had to take over. About 2 seconds later my hands got really wet, and pee soaked into the ground. I hadn't even made it that 50 feet or so to the door. When my mom noticed what happened she angrily yelled, "What did you do?! If this ever happens again I will punish you! And it won't be diapers because I know how you like them!" So I went back outside, realizing the same thing happened to my brother when he walked up with soaked pants. It wasn't long before I got another bad urge. Realizing I wouldn't make it to the bathroom, I just took off the dry pair of pants I'd changed into, because I wouldn't want mom to know, and peed right there wearing only a shirt. As I pulled my pants back on mom came out and said she'd seen what I'd just done. Surprisingly, instead of yelling she said, "I couldn't think of how to punish you and I realize you aren't really peeing on purpose so I've decided to let you, and your brother (who was standing on the other side of her) to wear diapers again. So that's what happened. To this day my brother and I pee whenever and wherever we want to.