The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Four

The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Four.

We arrived at the camp just after one. I got up and looked around. The camp consisted of four log cabins that sat on the edge of a forest. A simple gravel track ran between the cabins and a large meadow. We pulled right up to the cabin and we unloaded stuff.

The first thing I did when we had everything offloaded into the cabin was make my bed. The cabin was smallish, but much larger than we needed. Bunk beds lined the back wall. There were about ten of them. A twin bed sat near the door. Of course Bets claimed that one. I was surprised that many of the girls openly put their packs of diapers at the foot of their beds. I shrugged and put my diaper back in that location. I didn’t even bother to zip it.

I claimed one on the edge, but Cassie took the one next to me. She said she didn’t want to be near Melody who had taken a bunk in the center. It was funny. Everyone picked bottom bunks. I didn’t know why, but that is how it was. I wondered why. My guess was that if an incontinent girl shared a bunk bed, the other sibling would get the top in case their were any leaks. No one wants a golden shower in their sleep.

When we were all unpacked, Bets called a meeting. We gathered around. She passed out sheets of paper. I looked at mine and saw we had an agenda. I sighed. It wasn’t bad. There were nature hikes, a swimming session at the lake, and sports. I hated sports. There was also free time as well.

“So I have lots of activities planned,” said Bets. “We need to get to know one another. I am Bets. I started a scholarship so that girls with incontinence. When I studied engineering at MIT, I was alone. I was embarrassed about having to share a dorm room and explain to my roommate that I had a wetting problem. She teased me and never wanted to hang out. She kept my secret, but I felt like someone who only lived in the same room as me. I wanted a roommate who knew what incontinence was like. I realized that only another incontinent girl would make a good roommate. That’s why we are here. We want you to pick a college roommate who you can bond with. There are six of you and that means we have three dorm rooms to fill. You will spend lots of time with your new roommate, so here at camp, I want you to spend time with each of your fellow freshmen engineers. Any questions?”

“Um, what’s with the swimming?” asked Veronica. “It’s stupid. I can’t swim anymore. We’re incontinent. How’s that even going to work?”

“I like to swim,” said Melody. “My mommy sent some swim diapers.”

“I’m not wearing swim diapers. You can’t hide them under a bikini,” said Veronica.

“There are many ways to deal with swimming,” said Bets. “Swim diapers are one of them. I have plenty of extra swim diapers for those who don’t have any. I usually just wear my regular diaper under soccer shorts though. We are here at this campground where there is a beautiful lake just to the south of us.”

“That’s what I do,” said Bella. “No one really knows. They do swell a bit though.”

“We are going swimming tomorrow,” said Bets. “We will all enjoy it. We have the campground to ourselves, so no one is going to see you in your diapers. That is final. I won’t insist that you change your swimming habits. Besides, when are you going to have a chance to swim again.”

I was disappointed. Out of habit, I had brought a bikini. I did think about the diapers. I would never be able to swim again. I was upset because I looked good in a bikini.

“You guys are just so stupid,” said Darleen. “Stop arguing. It’s not important. We are here to bond. Let’s not get into an argument about one activity.”

“Very good, Darleen,” said Bets.

It took an entire hour to get through the agenda. Cassie started fidgeting. My stomach started to cramp and I knew I would have to poop soon. I shifted uncomfortably as well. Some of the girls told long stories. I was in pain. I looked around and then at my watch. I saw Cassie relax. Her face looked blank like she was peeing.

She got a scared look on her face and struggled to her knees. “Bathroom,” she squeaked. Everyone stared at her. Was she a faker? I had to go bad as well. We would both get sent home if I revealed myself.

“Do you need a diaper change?”ask Bets. She looked a mix of concerned and suspicious.

“No,” she whispered. “Yes. I–” She stood and held a hand tightly on the back of her black pants. She ran out the door.

“What happened?” asked Melody.

I got up. “If she feels like me, she really has to poop.” I grabbed her diaper bag and mine. “Where is the bathroom? I’ll find her.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Bets. “I should have mentioned that. It’s right behind cabin one. None of us are bowel incontinent this year.”

I ran out the door to follow Cassie. She was going the wrong way.

“Cassie.”

She looked at me.

“This way,” I said.

She came back in my direction and we looked around. I spotted cabin one and we walked around to the back. The bathroom was just around the corner. I was ahead of Cassie and spotted the bathroom. My heart sunk when I saw it. It was a tiny wooden building with a moon carved in the door. It leaned to one side at a ten degree angle. I looked back at Cassie. She had her knees pressed together and she was hobbling by moving just the bottoms of her legs.

“I’m not going to make it.” She just stopped. I heard a squishy fart. There wasn’t much smell because the diaper blocked most of it.

“Come on,” I told her. I needed to go bad as well.

“I…,” she said. I saw her almost fall and like an idiot, I rushed forward to catch her. She clung to my neck and hung on me as she bent over and I heard the squishy farting noise again. “Oh God,” she said. I had thought she was just farting, but she really stunk. She had just filled her diaper.

Her weight pushed me down a few inches. I lost control myself and made a mess in my diaper as well. I knew I shouldn’t have had the milkshake. Usually I would go to the bathroom right away, but I was distracted by needed to change my diaper in McDonald’s and dealing with two other girls. We stood together hugging each other as we emptied our bowels in our underpants. It had gone too far. I wondered if it was too late to take up yodeling. I would go to Bets, come clean and give up this nonsense. I was done.

“I can’t believe I did that,” said Cassie. “I’ve never had an accident since I was ten.”

I looked at her.

“I mean pooped my pants,” she said. “This sucks.” She let go of me. “What are we going to do?”

“I guess we get changed. I brought our diaper bags.”

“Well, we are supposed to be bonding,” she said. “Have you ever changed a messy diaper? What should I do?”

“To be honest, I don’t have any experience with this.” I looked at the bathroom and started for it. I would get some water and paper towels so I could clean myself. However, when I opened the door, there was only a wooden plank with a hole in the middle. I let the door shut and turned back to Cassie.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s just an outhouse. We need a shower.”

“Or a hose,” she said. “At least it’s contained in my diaper.”

It wasn’t running down my legs yet. “Me too, buy I am afraid it will leak any minute. Let’s go back and get Bets. She’ll know what to do.”

“No way,” said Cassie. “I am not going into a room with a bunch of dorks and admitting I just filled my pants. I never should have had that milkshake in McDonald’s. It’s just McDonald’s shakes that make me almost shit my pants.”

“Almost?” I asked.

“Well, until now,” she said.

I opened my diaper bag and took inventory. There were diapers, some powder, and a box of wipes. I didn’t really stock it with a lot of necessities being unsure what I needed. I looked at Cassie. “I don’t know what to do either. There is no room to change in the outhouse. Hell, there is no running water. Let’s just admit our mistake and go tell Bets.”

“I got a better idea,” said Cassie. “How about we go skinny dipping?”
That was a weird suggestion and just came out of no where. Sure, I’d like a swim, but I had to deal with my accident. I gave her a questioning look.

“No, really. We go down to the lake, strip naked, and wash this mess off of us. Bets said there was a lake to the south of us.”

“We can’t wash in the lake. We’ll contaminate it.” I could imagine the next day having to swim in the same water I washed my poopy ass with. That would sure go over well.

“Just come on.” Cassie walked or rather waddled ahead of me. She looked into the woods and stopped, but then she saw started forward.

I wasn’t about to just charge into the woods, but Cassie found a dirt trail and we headed straight into the woods. I think we walked around. The mess was spreading throughout my diaper and I imagined that some was running down the back of my leg. I touched the back of my jeans, but nothing felt wet. I continued to follow for about twenty minutes, when we crossed a little foot bridge across a creek. We turned following the bank of the creek until we found a lake.

The lake was pretty big. Cassie walked down from toward the lake and was about to undo her pants when I saw a sign that said the swimming area was around the lake a bit. “The swimming area is around here.”

Cassie reluctantly buttoned her pants and we walked the short area to a swimming area complete with a sand beach and a little building at the top of sand. The building had two signs: one said men and the other said women. It was dressing rooms.

“Ooh, there might be showers in there.” She hurried forward, not even waddling anymore. I followed as best I could. Inside, it was indeed a dressing room. Even though we were inside, there was plenty of light. I looked up and there was no ceiling.

A line of bathroom stalls sat at one wall and sinks occupied another. In one corner was a shower room. Inside was just a pole with a bunch of shower heads like I was used to from gym class in high school. The edge of the room were surrounded by benches for changing. Cassie slipped out of her shirt and bra faster than she could have with help from a high school jock. She kicked her sandals off, but her pants took longer as she didn’t want to have her diaper leak when she was getting them undone. She flung her clothes onto one of the benches and looked down to examine the diaper.

I didn’t envy her and although my description seems like it, I didn’t just stand there and watch her change. I was undressed soon after she was. I was caught off guard by examining the seat of my pants. My diaper had leaked and there was an obvious stain at the back of my right leg. I sighed and threw the pants on the floor beneath the bench where my clean clothes were. I then untaped my diaper and slowly lowered it and then pulled it into a loose ball. Cassie kicked a trash barrel toward me and I dropped it in on top of her diaper.

She started toward the shower and was about to turn it on when I said, “Wouldn’t it suck if the water isn’t turned on?”

The look on her face was priceless, especially since she was naked and her but and thighs were smeared with poop. “Don’t you dare think that,” she cried. She reached the handle to the faucet and gave it a turn.

The piped groaned a bit, but then water started flowing and she adjusted the temperature and stepped under the water. I took a spot on the other side and turned on my faucet. The water felt so good after being dirty for so long. It felt so weird not having soap. I did not feel clean at all when I finished. I knew I was better then when I started. Water and scrubbing work wonders, but it’s not the same as soap, especially when I was cleaning poop of myself.

We finished and I reached in my diaper bag to pull out a clean diaper. Cassie put a hand on my wrist. “Wait,” she said, “Let’s go skinny dipping since we are here.”

“But..,” I started to object. “What if I wet?”

She smiled. “We will be outside and naked. You can’t get wet except from the lake water. If you pee on the beach or in the lake, who will know?”

At least she believed I was incontinent. I really wasn’t like a lot of the other girls here. Cassie was being pretty cool to me. I just wished she didn’t bully the other girls so bad. “Okay, but only for thirty minutes.”

We walked naked to the lakes to begin our swim. The water was cool and the sun was hot. I had never been skinny dipping before. It was so much fun.

The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Four.

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