Library Room 107
By BabyInDiapers
Written on October 21, 2004


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ATTENTION: This story has SEXUAL CONTENT that takes place with 
TWO CONSENTING TEENAGERS! There is no adult involvement with 
these minors, and this is strictly fictional. I do realize 
that this is pushing the envelope for this website, and as a 
story, but I felt the need to write it because I as a young 
boy had some good times in the library while laying on the 
bean bags. Of course this is totally fictional and none of 
this ever happened in my life as a young teen. It is just 
fantasy. If you are under 18, please DO NOT READ THIS STORY. 
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One Saturday afternoon Justin and his mom went to the public 
library. Justin had to get some books to do a report from 
school and his mother was going to return a couple books and 
spend some time browsing the shelves for another good read. 
They both went there separate ways. Justin went into the 
reference section and selected a couple books. He sat a table 
to skim through the books to see if it was what he needed. He 
was in the sixth grade and had to write a report for science 
class. After a while he ventured over to where is mother was. 
She told him to go sit down somewhere and read while she was 
still looking for some books to check out.


Justin went over into the kids section where they had bean 
bags to sit on and so on. He was bored and didn't want to read 
so he decided to lay down on the bean bags. He pulled a couple 
of them on top of himself. He began to rub himself under the 
bean bags and sort of drift off into his fantasy world. There 
wasn't that many people around, and he had done this sort of 
thing before since the bean bags covered him up all anyone 
could see was his feet and his head.


He didn't know why, but having the weight of the bean bags on 
top of him made it feel good especially since he had one under 
his bottom and then one between his legs, then another over 
his stomach. He would fantasize about wearing a really full 
cloth diaper and rubber pants while doing this. He never 
thought about that at home when he was playing with himself, 
but it always seemed to happen when he was at the library, of 
all places.


Justin was started when a girl walked into the kids section 
and looked at him. She walked toward him. He stared at her 
horrified that she knew what he was doing under those bean 
bags. She pulled up an extra one and squatted down and parked 
her bottom on the bean bag. "So what's your name?" she asked. 
She had such beautiful black hair. Justin began to stutter 
"Juh, Juh, Justin." He said.


She just smiled at him. I know what you're doing under there 
you naughty boy." She teased. He blushed deep red. She got up 
off of the bean bag and stood in front of him and knelt down. 
"I even know what your fantasy is too." She whispered and then 
smiled. Justin's mouth dropped open. He was totally dismayed. 
She then picked up the bean bag she was sitting on and grabbed 
the two of them that were on top of him. "How old are you?" 
She asked. "Fourteen." He said. "Don't lie. Seriously tell me 
how old are you?" She demanded "Twelve." He said. "I thought 
so." Oh by the way my name is Lisa.


Do you want your dreams to come true?" she asked in a puzzling 
way. Justin couldn't speak. "Are you here with your mommy?" 
she teased. Justin nodded. Go tell her you are going to the 
bathroom in case she comes to look for you. Then come back 
here, get a couple more bean bags and meet me down the one 
hall where they have the meeting rooms. You know where that 
is?" she asked. Justin nodded. "I'll be in room 107." She said 
as she turned and left.


Justin could hardly believe it. This girl was strange, but 
beautiful. She must have at least been 17 he thought to 
himself. He did as she had asked and a few minutes later he 
stood in the doorway of room 107. She was sitting on the bean 
bags she brought in. "Well don't just stand there, close the 
door and come over here and sit with me." She said. Justin 
closed the door and put the two bean bags he had with him down 
in front of her and sat on them facing her. He was very 
nervous at this point. He began to try to speak. "Shh!" she 
motioned with her finger over her mouth.


"Now listen. I know that you like to rub yourself under the 
bean bags in the library. I've seen you before. And I know 
what you are thinking about when you do it too. You wanna know 
how?" She asked. He nodded. "Because you use the bean bags to 
pretend that it is a bulky diaper against you and you wish you 
could make a mess in it like a baby." She said while pointing 
at him and teasing him. Justin was shaking. "How do you know?" 
he asked. "Because. When I was your age, before I knew better, 
I used to do that too. I know exactly how those bean bags feel 
against you when you pull it out and rub it against them." 


There was silence. "So what do you want?" "The question is 
what do you want Justin." "I don't know." He muttered. She 
laughed half heartedly. "Sure you do. You know exactly what 
you want. But you have to ask for it." A long silence 
followed. "Ok how about this. I am 15 by the way. She said. I 
want to watch you play with yourself, but you have to pull it 
out of your pants and do it and you have to squirt all over 
yourself when you're done." "So what do I get if I do that?" 
he asked. "Well, how would you like to watch me have a little 
accident in my pants while you play with yourself?" She 
smiled. "What kind of accident?" Justin said hoping that she 
would say what he really wanted her to say. She leaned closer 
to him and whispered. "Pee and poop; in my pants; no holding 
back, only if you squirt all over yourself. That's the deal. 
Take it or leave it." She said as she sat back down on her 
bean bag with a smirk on her face.


"OK I'll do it." Justin said. So he got comfortable on the 
bean bags as he did before, but this time he didn't cover 
himself with them. He just kept one of them between his legs 
to feel like it was a diaper. She pulled a chair up in front 
of him and straddled it. She was wearing a tan knee-length 
skirt. She lifted her skirt up to show her white cotton 
panties. "When I pee, I'll hold up the front of my skirt so 
you can watch my panties get soaked, then I'll let it back 
down and hold it against myself and let the wetness come 
through on it. After I'm done peeing, I will turn my back to 
you and straddle the chair with my bottom hanging slightly 
over the edge. I will have my back of my wet skirt pulled up 
and you can watch me go poop in my panties.


Then as before, I'll pull my skirt down, and sit back down in 
it to let the poop stain form on the back of my skirt." She 
said. "Are you ready?" she asked. "I can't believe you're 
going to do all this just for me. Why?" Justin asked. She was 
just silent and looking at him. He then began to rub on his 
pants then when it was hard he pulled it out. He felt shy 
about it at first but then his attention turned from his own 
shyness, to the sound and sights of her panties and chair 
getting soaked with pee. Some of it even ran down on to the 
bean bag she had previously sat on. This got him going.


She then pulled her skirt down and the wetness showed through. 
She then turned around and lifted her skirt up and began to 
poop in her panties. Her panties sagged over the edge of the 
chair with the weight of her poo in them. She then pulled her 
skirt down and up under and began to bounce her bottom against 
the chair and rock and slide back and forth. When she lifted 
her bottom up, Justin could see her poop stained, pee flooded 
dress for all its worth. She then turned to face him. He was 
about to have an orgasm. She stood there with her arms 
crossed. There in her white top with perky nipples, and her 
wet and messy skirt. He finally shot all over his shirt, and 
pants. "Do you want me to sit on you?" she asked. "But I'll 
get wet and messy and I'll be in trouble so as it is." Justin 
whined. "Do you really care? You may never get this chance 
again." She said. "OK, sit on my lap and let me put my hands 
up your skirt, and let me play in your poo-filled panties."
He said. He was still hard and his heart was beating faster. She 
seemed to be completely calm as if this was no big deal for 
her. Justin gave up worrying about how much trouble he would 
be in and got his hands full of her loaded panties!


"Do you want to watch me have an orgasm?" She asked. "Yes." He 
said. So she switched places with her. She laid on the bean 
bags with her skirt hiked up she slid her soiled and wet see-
through panties down and put her hand against her mound and 
then began to finger herself. Justin became hard again in his 
pants. He had poop on his hands still, and a stain on his 
shorts and shirt from where she sat on him. He just wiped his 
hands off on her blouse. "Pull it out and go pee all over me!"
she said between moans. Justin's warm stream of pee began splashing
against her white top turning it transparent and revealing her pink
errect nipples. This put her over the top and she moaned with pure
pleasure as she climaxed.


A few minutes later they were just staring at each other. "How 
are we ever gonna clean up." Justin said. "We aren't." she 
said. Justin started to cry. "Justin, you're not a little boy 
anymore, you're a man, stop crying. Look, you knew what would 
happen and you chose to go through with it. It's not like 
you're the only one who's gonna be embarrassed to go out 
there. You only have a little bit of messy on you. I am the 
one who totally filled her panties and purposely mushed it all 
about and stained her skirt and then YOU mister, you had to go 
and wipe your poopie hands on my boobies and now my white 
blouse is soaked in pee too. So we're both in this together. My 
suggestion is that we go out there and I run home and take a 
shower, and you go find your mom and make up a story that some 
older boys smeared poo on you in the bathroom. Just tell her u 
didn't get a good look at them and tell her you wanna go home. 
She'll feel sorry for you and you won't get into trouble." 
Lisa said. 


She took her hands and smeared them on Justin's shirt. "There, 
now it looks like someone did it to you. Now go run along to 
your mommy." Lisa said. "Will I ever see you again?" Justin 
asked as he was about to exit the room. "Probably not. But 
hey, you'll always have the memory." She said. Justin nodded 
and then opened the door and hesitantly left to go find his 
mother. After he had gone down the hall, Lisa ran out through 
the emergency exit which sounded the fire alarm. Justin 
realized he could say they ran out that way later when he told 
his mother the made up story.


Justin ran into his mother as she was heading out of one of 
the isle. "JUSTIN! What the hell did you do. You're covered 
in, oh my god get out here this minute!" she said as she drug 
him by the arm. "Mom it's not my fault. I was in the bathroom 
and some older boys were teasing me and they held me down and 
smeared poop on me. I just wanna go home." He said in a 
pathetic little whiney voice. Just as Lisa had said, it worked 
out. "Oh I'm sorry honey. What did they look like?" she asked. 
"I don't remember. They ran out the fire exit. I just wanna go 
home please." He whined. They got in the car and headed home.


On the way down the main street Justin was looking out the 
window. He saw that they were coming up on Lisa. She was 
noticeably wet and messy in those clothes and he hoped to God 
his mom didn't notice her. He knew that if she did he'd be in 
big trouble because she'd figure it all out. So he turned on 
the radio and began to try to distract his mother for a moment 
or so. Luckily it worked. They arrived home and Justin took a 
hot shower changed clothes. His mother never brought the 
incident up again. But every time Justin would go to the 
library, he would always hope to meet Lisa again. But of 
course the years went by, and all he had left was her memory. 
But what a good memory it was!  THE END!