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    ** This is the first story I have ever attempted writing. Please comment with what you think and suggestions. I do not have English spelling/grammar check and sometimes even if I type it correctly the computer changes it. Haven't found a good solution for this yet, except for proof reading which I have done, but another "fresh" set of eyes always helps.

    Chapter 1-

    I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen that day. I was lined up with my class mates waiting for my turn to use the restroom, when Mrs. Williams, the school principal, and a young professional looking woman walked to my teacher and began talking in hushed voices. I felt their eyes on me but kept my eyes fixed on the green carpeting at my feet.

    I was 15 years old and had been held back a few years, yet lined up with my class mates you would never guess that I was so much older than them. In fact, despite the age difference, I was still one of the smallest in our grade.

    The Principal, Mrs. Williams and a young professional looking woman approached me. Mrs. Williams asked if I would please come with them to her office. She assured me that I was not in trouble, but that they would like to talk to me.

    As we walked the two of them talked incesently, asking me if I liked my teacher, if iIhad siblings, what my favorite color was. I find this behavior extremely irritating. I wonder why some people feel the need to fill every silent moment with worthless chatter. I have never found silence “awkward” nor “uncomfortable”, quite the contrary actually, I find silence beautiful, sacred even. I do not speak to anyone. I learned to speak when I was younger, but gave it up shortly thereafter. Occasionally I will wander off and whisper a word or phrase into my hands, just to know that I am sitll able to speak. Sometimes I think about standing up one day and saying something, but I can never decide on what it is that I would say. What could I possibly say that would be so important that I would shatter the Silence for it?

    We walked into Mrs. Williams office and both women continue talking at me. They are talking faster now and the noise is constant. When one pauses to take a breath, the other immediately jumps in. Finding the commotion extremely uncomfortable, I retreat deeper within myself.

    I had been living in a foster home for almost a year. My father drank a lot and had an unpredictable temper. Sometimes he would settle into his favorite chair with a bottle and nothing could rouse him.

    Other times, even the most benign things would send him into a rage. He would transform in seconds. His face would flush crimson, his eyebrows would turn inward and the veins on his neck and forehead looked as if at any moment they could burst. His animal eyes, wild and bloodshot, would lock in on me, and I would become his prey. I would endure being beaten and raped by him, for I knew that soon enough the drink would once again wash over him, extinguishing all the strength he had left. He would collapse into a corner, or a doorway, or simply in a heap on the floor, and I would once again have my Silence. I always took a pride that no matter what he had done to me, it was always him, not I, who was left utterly defeated at the end of it all.

    It was not due to his mistreatment of me that I wound up in foster care though. I was ony put into foster care after my father was court ordered to spend 3 months at an inpatient rehabilitation center, due to his habit of driving while intoxicated. I was then placed, temporarily, in foster care. However, once my father had completed his mandatory 3 months he decided, either due to convienience, guilt, fear, or remorse, to relinquish his parental rights and responsibilities completly.

    I really diddn’t care what his reasons were, or even that he had given me away. It was ony the bedwetting that had become an issue. I had occasionally wet the bed at my fathers house, but he never seemed to notice or care about it. When I moved into the foster house it it started happening more often, and it did not go unnoticed. My foster mother was a nice person and I felt bad about being such a burden on her. I could tell sometimes that she was fed up with it all. I know she has a lot to take care of...

    The urge to use the restroom pulls me out of my daydreaming and back to reality. Mrs. Williams and the younger woman, who calls herself Miss Julie, are still talking to me. It has been almost an hour since they took me from the bathroom line and the pressure in my bladder is getting to be too much. I squirm in my chair trying to find a good position to hold it back.

    Mrs. Williams photocopies my school files and Miss Julie is continues talking to me. She stops talking and watches me squirm for a while. She opens her mouth to speak and I hope she is about to offer a restroom break but instead, she says, “its nothing that you did wrong, we just think you will be more comfortable in a different setting.”

    Maybe I should have paid more attention. What was she talking about? We were obviously about to go somewhere, but where?

    Mrs. Willams hands the photocopied file to Miss Julie who puts it into her bag. She then firmly takes my hand and we begin walking to the door. Becoming desperate, I yank my hand back and start sprinting towards the restroom. Miss Julie yells to the nearby gym teacher who intercepts, picks me up, and brings me to the van outside.

    The gym teacher places me in the van. Miss Julie thanks the gym teacher for his help and then directs me to a car seat in the very back row. She explains that due to new safety regulations that sometiems even “big girls” have to sit in carseats. The term “big girl” amkes me cringe as Miss Julie buckels me in.

    The worst thing about sitting in this seat is that my legs are forced apart by a big plastic buckel that clasps at the crotch. Miss Julie begins to drive and I hope that wherever we are going isn’t too far.

    Not being able to close my legs completely puts me at a big disadvantage. A wave of pressure comes over my bladder and a small stream of the warm liquid spurts out into my underwear. I quickly stop it by pressing my crotch hard against the buckel and leaning into it with all my weight.

    This strategy works well until the car hits a pothole and another stream of urine rushes into my pants. I push up even harder against the buckel to stop it, but the warm pee continues to soak my underwear. I feel it soak through my pants and into the seat, forming a little puddle around my bottom. Finally, I am able to stop the flow, but the damage has been done.

    I try and think of a way to hide this from Miss Julie, but I soon realize that she is going to have to come in very close contact with my crotch just to let me out of the car seat.

    There is nothing I can do at this point. I feel compeletly defeated. My bladder is still begging to be emptied and I decide to just let it go. I pull back from the Buckel and without any more prompting warm pee again floods my pants. I relax and feel it the puddle around my bottom and thighs grow and the slant of the car seat keeps it there.

    It feels so nice to finally have the weight lifted from my bladder, but I’m anxious about how Miss Julie will react. I don’t particularly like her, but I want to please her at the same time.

    We keep driving and the seat fabric has absorbed a good amount of my accident. I begin to sort of enjoy the wet squishy feeling when the van pulls into a parking lot and Miss Julie announces cheerfully, “We’re here!”

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    Ally woke up on a groggy morning with a groggy start and a groggy bus ride to a groggy school, However, this day was to be a special one. She had a track meet! Not only that, but something special happened on that day that Ally will never forget.

    As Ally rode the 30 minute bus ride, she noticed some girl squirming and fidgeting. What could that be? Ally thought she must be having stomach pains or something. The girl asked the bus driver if she could use a restroom as there were still 14 minutes left in the bus ride. The bus driver asked the radio to advise her, with the reply: is there any reason why this girl cannot relieve herself after 14 minutes? The bus driver said that she could probably wait, as the restrooms were off limits because that would be going off route. The girl just had to hold it. As the bus arrived at the school, the girl started to moan slightly and was grabbing her crotch repeatedly.

    After what seemed like forever, the bus driver let the kids off, and the girl rushed to the restroom as fast as she could. She had a wet patch on her jeans, Ally noticed. Ally decided that during advisement that she would masturbate in the restroom. She liked to see girl wet their panties, and this situation inspired some ideas.

    It was hard paying attention in class, but eventually advisement came. Ally asked to be excused to go to the restroom. After getting permission, she waltzed into the girls room and went into a stall. She pulled down her jeans and started wanking. She was thinking about the girl who wet herself, and started to moan slightly.

    Ms. Anderson had been teaching class, when she saw a parapro walk by. She drank a pot of coffee that morning and didn't have time to use the restroom. She was bursting to go at this point as it had been 7 hours since she had gotten to school. The teacher excused herself and asked to parapro if she could watch the class for a few seconds while she went to pee. The parapro agreed, and Ms. Anderson grabbed her crotch and hobbled painfully to the girls room.

    When she arrived, she heard a loud "MMMnh"

    Ms. Anderson was shocked! Who is that?!

    Ally did not hear Ms. Anderson coming, and she said in a tiny voice, me.

    Ms. Anderson demanded that Ally come out right this instant!

    Ally denied, seeing that Ms. Anderson was fidgeting a lot. I don't want to. And besides, I'm already in a restroom, you'll have to stay out there until I decide to come out.

    Ms. Anderson started to grab her crotch again. But then, she had an idea! she went into one of the stalls to wait for Ally to come out.

    Ally had a plan, too. She knew how desperate that Md. Anderson was, and she started to pee with load moans of staged relief.

    Ms. Anderson saw through this, and she pulled down her skirt to pretend she was about to pee.

    Ally continued to moan until Ms. Anderson started to leak. she was so desperate that she was really bursting!

    Ally pulled up her jeans, opened the stall, and ran as fast as she could, anywhere.

    Ms. Anderson had to push hard to keep the remaining pee behind her sphincter as she hiked up her skirt and ran out of the restroom to chase Ally.

    She winced on every step as she thundered through the hallways, torturing her bladder to the limit.

    Ally ran track, so she was extremely fast, and as she zipped through the hallways, Ms. Anderson lost sight of her. She started to slow down to try to find a restroom, but she had to scissor her legs and grab her crotch to stop herself from flooding her panties!

    She finally found a girls room, and she hobbled as fast as she could to get to a stall. She was moaning loudly, and every step was painful. A hissing noise told her that she had let a jet escape from her bladder. Ms. Anderson crossed her legs and clutched her crotch for dear life. She stepped again, but another spurt came out! She tried desperately to keep back the flood, but more moaning and spurting came through her sphincter and into her panties! Ms. Anderson heard the longest hissing noise of all, and pee flowed through her skirt, down her legs, and into her shoes and onto the floor. She let go onto the floor next to the girls restroom and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. What a day!

    Ms. Anderson walked to the clinic with her weakened bladder and asked shyly for a change of clothes.

    Ally had walked back to class and gotten away with everything. The teacher didn't even question her!

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    I took off my jacket and swung it over my shoulder. The day was certainly far warmer that I thought it was supposed to be. Perhaps I was just being affect by the pressures of school? Something from my home life was causing me to stress out and therefore shooting up my body temperature. It was hard to tell.

    Needless to say, my life has not been an easy one. Day after day goes by, and I pray to God that each day will be dismal, dreary and boring. You know why? Because dismal is safe. Dismal is predictable. In a dismal day, I don’t have to worry about some spontaneous thing coming up to upset the balance, have my wallet stolen, or have a loved one suddenly get in a car crash, the hospital calls, and tells me they only have minutes to live.

    “Tom!”

    The sound of a young girl’s voice rang like a heavenly bell in my ears. I knew who it was.

    “Erika! How are you?” I ask.

    “I’m pretty good, now that you’re here!” She says with her bright smile.

    “So, how was school?” I ask her as we continue walking down the sidewalk.

    “Ugh...” she rolls her eyes and looks at the ground, her blonde ponytail hanging over her left shoulder. “I can’t wait for summer vacation! The sixth grade can’t end fast enough.”

    I couldn’t help but grin. “I wouldn’t be in such a rush, if I were you. The seventh grade is a whole different ball game.”

    Erika punches me in my shoulder. “No, stupid! I just want summer to come.”

    “One more month, my friend.” I put my arm over her shoulders. “One more month.”

    The walk home was rather distant. Though I have to admit, when there’s company, it’s not so bad. If you can ignore the drivers who don’t stop at the stop signs when your crossing an intersection, or the leather-clad “gangstas” who think the more chains you wear, the cooler you are. At least two of them, taking a curious look at me and my young companion. I shoot a quick glance back at them, a glance that says: “Yes. I am aware of your existence. Don’t try anything.” And so the day remains at its status of “dismal”.

    “Where’s Isabel?” Erika asks.

    “She’s been trying to finish up her biology project, so she’s staying late with a few friends to get it done.”

    “Will she be home for dinner?”

    “I think so.”

    Erika’s cheery smile appears again. “Good! I have a great idea for dinner tonight!”

    “What’s your idea?”

    The cheery smile slowly transforms into a coy one. “It’s a surprise.”

    I roll my eyes. “You are so pretentious.”

    “What’s that mean?”

    A grin escapes me. “It means I love you!” I playfully grab her around the head and rub the top of it with my knuckles.

    “Ahhh!!! Stop it!” she cries. With her usual antics, she struggles as if she hates it, but the subtle grin says otherwise. I release her and she shoves me into the street.

    “What about Kindra?” she asks me as I return to the sidewalk.

    I sigh audibly. “She came up with another excuse to go home again. Around... fourth period today, I think.”

    “Well that’s one period later than normal.”

    My palm meets my forehead. “That girl has no interest in the future. She’ll never make it on her own.”

    This time Erika remains silent, her expression neutral. I can only wonder what she really thinks of Kindra.

    “And what about you, Tom?”

    “Me?” I ask. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do after high school. And what do I tell a twelve year-old kid? The truth? “I’m... still trying to figure that out, Erika. It’s not an easy thing to decide.”

    Erika nods. She’s a bright girl, and I think, to some degree, she understands what I mean. “Well... Let’s just get home. I’ll play you a game of Halo!”

    I grin again. “You’re on!”

    ______

    I get my keys off of my belt, and unlock the front door. It’s already unlocked, though.

    “Dammit... Kindra forgot to lock the door.” I grumble. Erika and I walk in, and sure enough, Kindra’s there sprawled on the couch in front of the TV, wearing nothing more than a camisole and panties, cigarette in her fingers. The ash tray on the coffee table has at least six more of them.

    “Ew...” Erika grimaces at the sight of her.

    I can’t help but gag at the extreme amount of smoke that has filled the room. “Kindra... why!?”

    “Huh...?” She looks up at me, her eyes glazed like anything. “Ohhh... heeeey Tom...”

    “Damn it all...” I hop over Kindra and the couch, and open the two windows. Erika opens the window in the dining room, just as we always do. Believe it or not, the day remains “dismal”. This is quite routine for us.

    Kindra gets up, nearly falling back down. “I didn’t think you’d be home this soon...”

    “It’s 4:30, Kin. School ended over an hour ago.”

    “Sorry... I lost track of time. I didn’t mean-”

    I put my hands up. “I know, Kindra. I won’t give you the ‘Make better choices’ speech either.”

    She nods, then slumps upon the couch again. I, on the other hand, walk over to the dining room table where the bills awaited my arrival. Doing a little slumping of my own, I plant myself in the chair and open the first envelope.

    I take off my glasses bury my face in my hands. This was insane.

    As she prepares food and kitchenware, Erika looks over at my miserable state. “What’s wrong, Tom?” she asks innocently.

    “We’re getting buried by these bills.” I answer. “Mine and Isabel’s income just isn’t enough to cover all of these expenses.” I take the papers and slam them down on the table. “I don’t know what to do.”

    I look over at Kindra in her current... state. I can’t help but wonder just how much of a drain she’s being. She has no job. She’s not attending school. She spends any money just on drugs. At the very least...

    In my moment of despair, I feel a soft hand and gentle touch upon my shoulders.

    “We’ll make it. We always do.” Erika squeezes me tightly. I look over at her with that bright, innocent smile she always has, and I can’t help but feel like there is some hope.

    “I’m glad you’re here, kid.” I say to her.

    “I’m not a kid. I’m a teen-a-ger!” she responds with a rather defiant scowl.

    I laugh, “So you are, Erika. I apologize.”

    “Hmph.” she huffs. She playfully folds her arms, spins around and heads back to the kitchen. “I’m going to finish dinner now.”

    I smile genuinely, which is a rare occasion. That girl is like the last flame of a campfire that refuses to go out, trying restore the entire fire. But still... those bills weren’t going away. Not to mention I had homework of my own. I’m about up to my shoulders in bills when the door opens.

    A beautiful brown-haired girl walks in, her hazel eyes practically sparkling.

    “Isabel!!” Erika runs up and gives the older girl a huge hug. “How are you, cousin?”

    “Just fine. How are you, Erika?”

    “I’m all right. I’m making dinner again!”

    “Why again?” Isabel laughed. “You made it last night.” She looks up at me, raises an eyebrow and smiles.

    “It was her idea this time, I swear.” I say in my defense. “I don’t even know what she has planned.”

    “Hm.” Isabel puts her pack down next to the couch, the walks up beside me. “Everything okay?”

    I shake my head. “I was telling Erika, yours and my income isn’t cutting it. Were losing money overall.”

    She sighs, and pats my back. “Hang in there. I’ll talk to my boss, see if I can’t get some more hours.”

    I shake my head. “No, Isabel, you got enough on your plate already. We all do.” I sigh as well. “There’s a reason high schoolers weren’t meant to live on their own.”

    “We have to do something.”

    “I know.” I rest my head in my palm. “I think I’ll try... talking to the school councilor.”

    Isabel leans over next to my ear. “What about her?” She casually points toward the half-naked form of Kindra.

    I frown. “We can’t just kick her out. She lost her parents too.”

    “You’ve taken that blow harder than any of us have.”

    “Thank you. I do appreciate your support.”

    Isabel grabs both of my shoulders. “Well let’s forget about our troubles for an evening.”

    I look at her, then I looks at the bills “Yeah, but... these bills...” and then back at her.

    “...aren’t due until the thirteenth! Now let’s go! I’ve been dying to play some Guitar Hero with you!”

    I smirk casually. “I don’t buy that, but I’ll play you.”

    _____

    “Pork chops with a personal mix of seasoning.” Isabel says to Erika. “Cousin, you have outdone yourself again.”

    “Was that oregano?” I ask, desperately mashing buttons on my xbox controller.

    “Yeah,” Erika responds, “Along with a touch of curry, and diced peppers.”

    “It had an excellent kick to it! Thank you!” The kid. Is. Good. No one can handle the kitchen to her level of mastery.

    Isabel then pauses the game and puts her controller down. “You’d better get to bed, cousin.”

    “Why?” Erika whines. “I thought we were having a fun night!”

    “And the night was fun.” I say. “But there’s one more day of school left in the week.”

    “And we’re responsible for getting you to school on time.” Isabel adds.

    “Yeah, yeah... I know.” Erika grumbles. “I’ve heard it before.” She puts her controller down, grabs her jacket and heads for her’s and Isabel’s room.

    Kindra decides to rise from her grave that would be a couch. “I think I’ll shower.” she moans.

    “Come to think of it...” Isabel starts. “We should probably get to bed too... if we’re going to get a head start on our homework.”

    “Leaving time for more fun tomorrow?” I ask.

    “I’d... like to take everyone out.”

    My frown returns quickly. “Isabel, you know we can’t afford that.”

    She playfully flicks the tip of my nose in response. “Yes we can, because we are also increasing our bonds together. It’s an important thing to do if we are going to live together.”

    “The four of us have been hear for almost two years!” I protest. “What bonding could we possibly need?”

    She picks up a pillow and throws it at me. “Friendship is a constantly moving machine. If you don’t buy it a little oil, it’ll rust and crumble!” I glare at her in response, but then she crouches down and grabs my hands. “Please do this with us.”

    I sigh. I know every penny counts, but... “Aw hell. Let’s do it.”

    She smiles brightly. “Thanks, Tom!”

    “So what will we be doing?”

    She smiles coyly, just as her younger cousin did. “That’ll be my surprise.”

    ______

    As I finish the last of the dishes, Isabel walks by me in those cute blue pajamas of hers. Except this time, she wore the shorts with them.

    “It’s warm tonight.” she comments. “Thought I’d dress light.”

    “Nice rhyme.” I say as I turn off the sink for the night.

    “You like it?”

    I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah. It’s cute.” She knows how I feel when someone’s fishing for compliments.

    “Tooooommmm...”

    I look through the dining room towards the hallway to see Erika, dressed in her pink nightgown walking toward me. “I want water...”

    “You know where the cups are,” I answer, “go get some.”

    Erika simply plops herself onto my chest, her face buried in my shirt. “I’m too sleepy... can you get it? Please?”

    “Hrmph...” I reach up into the cupboard and grab a glass. I quickly fill it with it water and hand it to the girl. “Now back to bed.”

    She looks up at me with her droopy eyes and smiles, that coy look in her eyes appearing again. She then turns around and takes a drink of her water. “Good night.” she says with the cup over her mouth.

    Isabel looks at me and smiles as well. “Good night, Tom.” She walks off to her room as well.

    I listen for the shower, which the water had just turned off. Why Kindra took so long in there, I have no idea. But it wasn’t my problem. I was ready to get to bed.

    I crawl into the covers, make sure my alarms on, phone is charging, take my meds, and I can turn out the light. I lay there silently, my eyes slowly closing on their own accord, and my consciousness begins to drift. Then I hear something. Out in the hall? Or was it outside the house. I look around, and my door’s open. I thought I closed it though... ah well, too tired to care.

    I’m about to drift into my slumber... but... is that a hand on my shoulder I feel? Now it’s on my chest... my stomach... my-

    I turn upright, and there’s Kindra hovering directly over me. “Hey there, Tom.” She says lustily.

    “What the hell is this?” I ask with an even, yet firm tone.

    “What’s it look like?” She asks. “I been waiting for us to be alone together.”

    I feel something squishy yet fleshy against my chest, as Kindra draws closer, in addition to her bare knees and thighs against upon my calves. “God dammit, Kindra, are you naked!?”

    She grins evilly. “That’s the best way for us to...” and she winks at me. “Shall we get this shirt off?”

    “No, we shall not!” I retreat towards the head of my bed. “Do not do this to me!”

    “Tom,” The older girl looks at me with a hunger. “There is nothing wrong with a little platonic sex.” She puts her hips right against mine. “We’ve been living together for a few years now and we haven’t done it.”

    “I didn’t realize sex was a prerequisite to living together!” I say sharply.

    “It’s just a friendly act,” she asserts. “Come on, satisfy my needs just this night.” She reaches for the seams of my pants.

    I quickly grab her wrists and look her dead in the eyes. “Kindra, we’re friends, so I don’t want to hurt your feelings. But this is not okay with me.”

    “What if I said I cared about you?” she asks.

    “Not enough. At least... not yet.”

    Kindra looks down in disappointment. Or was it shame? “Yeah... you know I heard what you said to the cousins.”

    “About what?”

    “The bills. Are we really that far gone?”

    “You know I wouldn’t kid about something like that.”

    The girl’s demeanor suddenly becomes sad and melancholy. She lies down next to me, seeming to crave emotional comfort rather than physical. “Do you remember my dad, Tom?”

    “Yeah.” I say. “I remember how much he cared about you and your mom despite her habits.”

    “I’ve never been close to another man besides him... or you.”

    “I... appreciate that.”

    “I don’t want to lose that friendship because I wasn’t able to get it together.” The pink-haired girl nods, gets up and she grabs me by the shoulders. “Tom, I’m getting a job tomorrow. I promise!”

    “I’m glad to hear it, my friend.” I gesture downward with my eyes “Get some clothes too, please.”

    Kindra smirks at me. “You know you like it.”

    “Out.” and I point towards the door. Thankfully, the girl complies. I bury my head under the covers and lie back down.

    _______

    Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

    I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock and just grumble. 6:00 am. Way too damn early. If I can just have ten more minutes, that would be great. I drift back into a light slumber, my brain beginning to shut back down, and I feel fingers on my ankle. I sit up quickly and look over to see Erika standing there with a distraught look on her face.

    “Erika? What’s the matter?”

    Not only is she distraught, her face is a bright red. I look lower, down towards her... pelvic region, and I see the problem.

    She’s soaked. From the waste down, the girl is absolutely drenched. A rather foul scent begins to permeate the air as well. Smells like... oh no.

    “Erika... did you...”

    A tear begins to form in the corner of her eye. Her hands fall limp to her sides, and she shamefully nods. She reaches for the bottom of her night gown and pulls it upward, showing me her dripping panties.

    I try to be polite and look away. “Um... yeah, Erika. I can see what happened without you showing me your underwear.” She puts her nightgown back to an ordinary position and I return to looking her in the eye. “Does Isabel know?”

    Erika shakes her head. “She was already gone before I woke up...” The girl starts to sniffle. The more she thinks about it, the more embarrassed she became. I got up off my bed, and laid a hand on her shoulder.

    “Hey, they don’t call them accidents for nothing. You didn’t mean for it to happen.”

    Much to my surprise, Erika grabs me and squeezes me as she begins to cry. The simultaneous feeling of tears and... other fluids... soaking through my own clothes was awkward, to say the least.

    It wasn’t about me though. This girl was humiliated enough as it is. I crouch down to her eye level. “Listen. Get your blankets and sheets and everything. Change out of those clothes, and bring them to the laundry room. I’ll clean them up before Isabel gets back.”

    Finally, she smiles just a little bit, and nods. “Thank you, Tom...”

    I pat her on the head. “It’s happened to all of us at least once.” I assure her. “Just... picture any of us with wet pants.”

    Erika looks down at my pants. Upon a rather quick gaze, she gives away a slight grin. Great. She imagined me, didn’t she?

    “Go get your stuff!” I point towards hers and Isabel’s room. A brief giggle escapes her as she walks towards her room.

    I sigh as I walk through the kitchen towards the laundry room. Erika was not a bed-wetter. What was the reason something like that would happen? I decide to just do a quick cold wash for her bedding. After everything is set, Erika walks in with her blankets, sheets and clothes in hand. I step back and gesture towards the open washing machine and Erika dumps her soaked stuff into it. I pour in a fair amount of detergent, at least what would be sufficient for eliminating the odor. The washing machine is turned on and the cycle starts.

    I reach into the cupboard above us and pull down a bottle of general cleaner and an old rag. I hand both to the girl. Heh, she chose to wear her lime green teddy bear tank top today. Only draw back was, she wasn’t wearing anything else besides her panties. “Go ahead and spray down your mattress on the spot where you... leaked.” Kindra’s influencing this girl too much.

    Erika looks at me worriedly. “I’m not going to have to wear, like, diapers or something will I?”

    I shake my head. “Not unless it becomes a recurring problem, I think.” I crouch down to her eye level again. “Is there anything bothering you? Something, or someone?”

    “Why?” she asks.

    “Sometimes that can have an effect on whether we wet the bed or not.”

    Erika shakes her head. “I don’t think so.” she turns around. “But I should probably take a shower before school.”

    Ah. That explains the lack of pants. “All right then. I’m going to make some coffee. You want some?”

    “Mhm.” she replies. She walks in and closes the door. I, of course, head straight for my best friend, the coffee machine! Let’s see... a nice, basic, medium roast should be good this morning. I put the grounds in the filter, I put the filter in the machine, I-

    Someone just grabbed my butt.

    “Morning, Tom!”

    “Kindra.”

    She frowns. “Don’t get too excited.”

    I look over at her body. “I am excited!” I say to her. “You remembered to put clothes on today! And it’s even your school uniform!”

    Kindra rolls her eyes. “I was serious last night. I am going to apply for a job today.”

    “I really am pleased to hear that, Kin.”

    As I prepare the coffee, Kindra takes notice of the washing machine. “Doing laundry early?”

    “Some of it.”

    “Where’s Isabel?”

    “She didn’t say where she was going.”

    “Hm. Oh well.” She looks at the coffee pot. “There enough for three in there?”

    “Four, actually.”

    I pour the water in, put the pot under the machine, and turn it on when something starts to tickle my ear. I jump to the side, and there’s Kindra putting a strand of her long, pink hair into my ear. “Why must you torture me so?” I whine.

    “Because you love it!” she answers.

    Finally the bathroom door opens and out steps a towel-clad Erika.

    “All clean, Tom!” She announces.

    Kindra looks over at her. “Aw, aren’t you cute in just your little pony towel?”

    Erika’s face bunches up in a frown. “It’s more clothes than you usually wear!”

    “Perhaps because I actually have something to show off?” Kindra taps her finger in the center of Erika’s breast in emphasis.

    “That just makes you a whore!” Erika yells.

    “You probably don’t even know what that means.” Kindra laughs.

    “Ha!” Erika crows. “It means that you don’t wear much clothes because you like to-”

    Kindra interrupts Erika by stealing the towel covering her body. The air is then pierced by the sonic boom that was Erika’s screaming.

    “Oh for God’s sake, Kindra!” I yell and cover my eyes.

    “GIVE IT BACK!!!” Erika cries. From the sound of things, I can only surmise Kindra’s trying to keep the towel away from her, while Erika tries desperately to cover herself with a single arm, using the other to try and retrieve the towel. “TOM, HELP ME!!!”

    “I can’t without uncovering my eyes!” I protest. “And I’m not uncovering my eyes!”

    Kindra laughs triumphantly while Erika screams and cries.

    “That’s enough!”

    Isabel pushes me to the side, grabs the towel from Kindra and throws it to Erika. I hear her bare footsteps as she runs to her room.

    “Why did you do that?” Isabel asks Kindra.

    “Oh, come on! It’s not like its going to cause long-term mental scarring or something.” She looks over at me and grins. “I knew Tom would be a gentleman and cover his eyes.”

    “Take a queue!” Isabel yells.

    “Did you hear the things she was calling me?”

    I finally step in. “Hey... ladies. Enough. Kindra’s right; Erika will not suffer mental trauma, but I think there’s no reason to go picking on a younger person either.”

    “Hmph.” Isabel says.

    “Whatever.” Kindra says.

    Isabel looks at the coffee pot. “You make that, Tom?”

    “Yes I did.”

    She smiles. “Good! I brought breakfast for everyone.” She glares at Kindra. “Even you.”

    “Don’t be too hard on her.” I say in Kindra’s defense. “She’s pledged to seek a job today.”

    “Oh really?” Isabel says in genuine surprise. “I misjudged you, Kindra. I apologize.”

    “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have teased your cousin like that anyway.”

    “Well now that that’s settled, shall we start the day?” I ask.

    Erika steps out of her room, dressed in her school uniform; a long dark green skirt in addition to a white, short-sleeved shirt and a green scarf. “I’m ready.”

    “Good. Grab some food and a cup of coffee. We leave in fifteen minutes.”

    I take a sip of my coffee and sigh in contentment. This drink truly was a gift from the heavens. I sit down on the side couch next to Erika, while Isabel and Kindra sit on the front one.

    “All right, everyone.” Isabel says. “I have a surprise for us all. After school, we need to meet in the courtyard by about 4:00, let’s say.”

    “How come?” Erika asks.

    “I going to take you all out to a movie. I’ve had a little bit of money put away just for this.”

    “Why are we doing this?” Kindra asks.

    “Because it’s important for us to grow as friends. Especially if we’re going to be living together.” Isabel looks each and every one of us in the eye. “We are doing this. I’ll drag you there myself if I have to!”

    “Heh, and she probably will.” I laugh.

    “It’s settled then.” Isabel puts her fists on her hips and grins. “Be there, or I will carry you myself!”

    Listening to her speech, I realize that there is a like chance that this day will not be dismal. In this case, however, that might be a good thing.

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    Before I start, unlike The Silent Heroine, this is a sexual story with lots of bondage, slaves, torture, and, well, sex. Here are the characters, which, by the way, I did NOT draw. I'm a writer, not a drawer. Here are the characters so far.....

    Haru: Age, 15. He is loyal to his girlfriend, Sava, who is also a slave to their Mistress. He respects his Mistress, but he is loyal to his long time girlfriend first. He is usually tied up and blindfolded, and mostly is used for his dick, and otherwise left alone. He has brown hair and blue eyes. A bit generic, really. He loves Sava more than anything. Even sex,and can recognize the difference between her pussy and other girls in the harem's pussy just by feel. He is the only guy in the harem. Seldom used by Mistress. Used mostly to keep the girls satisfied, unless they are being punished.

    Sava(A.K.A Love Kitten): Age, 14. Long time girlfriend of Haru. She was turned into a neko by Mistress. All human like thoughts are gone. She is nothing more than a cute pet now, even only meowing and walking on all fours. She never talks anymore and acts like a real house cat. However, despite being turned into a cat mind and body, her love for Haru only strengthened. She used to love his only as a boyfriend, but she now also loves as a companion, friend, and, of course, as a lover. She HATES not being near him.

    Image: gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1834034

    Mistress : Age older than twenty and younger than thirty. All is really know about her is that she in total has 10 slaves. Nine girls, and one guy. She needed a guy to satisfy the girls, and when she saw Haru with Sava, she decided to take them both as her pets. Like most of her pets, she turned Sava into an anthro, but was surprised that Sava still loves Haru even after that. But, she leaves the two be, as she loves playing with the others more~

    Image: gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=888931 The girl on top is Mistress. The girl underneath her is another slave, who is only known as Fuck Bitch.

    Fuck Bitch: A slave to Mistress. Mistresses oldest slave, as she is 22. She is a masochist nympho who is a lesbian.

    Slut Puppy: Another pet to Mistress. 16. Like Sava, she acts like a dog and competently thinks like one. Likes Haru's cock.

    Image: quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/A/AN/ANI/animesapphire/1146301066_esAnimeDOG.jpg

    Now, with those guys out of the way, here we go!..........Crap. I'm to tired now. Well, let's do a bit of a back story of Sava and Haru instead, shall we?

    Haru and Sava walked home form together holding hands about a year ago, talking about nothing really. They were Best friends for a few years before they started dating a year ago. They hadn't had sex, and in no way thought about it. Well, Sava kinda did, but she wanted to wait. For what, she didn't know. She was only 13 and in 8th grade, but she already had a bit of dirty mind, even thought she denied it. In all honestly, Sava was a natural nympho and masochist, but wasn't exposed to this side of herself until mistress found her......

    They were walking home holding hands, when, suddenly, a bunch of thugs came out and pinned the two down. Mistress came out and taunted the two. Haru, like any good male, told her to leave Sava alone, but to his surprise, was told she wanted HIM, not her. But after molesting Sava for a minute, she immediately knew the girl's secrets her body hid from even Sava herself. Seeing this and Sava wanting to stay with Haru no matter what, Mistress took her to, wanting to see how far she could be pushed. After allowing the two to be each others first, she separated the two for six months, and in that time, she had turned her into a perfect neko sex slave with no will to live for but to except to serve her Mistress. At least, she thought that until she made her suck off Haru to see how strong her love. At first, she thought that Sava forgot all about him, but after she had done that, she had curled up to him, proving she also lived to be with Haru. Since then, Sava NEVER leaves Haru unless she has to.

    Haru, glad that his girlfriend was near him, now currently happily snoozed off, despite being blindfolded, and his arms tied behind him, with him sitting against the cement wall. But he didn't care, as long as Sava was near him, he was more than happy. But soon he would wake up...........

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    Still mot sure how to use this... Either way, I posted this ida on the request page and I'm too impatient. I'll write it myself, thought it probably won't be any good....

    Amaimon had been bugging his older brother for the past half hour now. It was incredibly boring here, all he wanted to do was play a game with his older brother.

    "Aniue! Let's play." Amaiamon continued to poke his brother who was trying to do paper work.

    Mephisto finally snapped. "Fine. You want to play a game?"

    The younger nodded eagerly.

    "Here are the rules. 10 ounces of water each hour. You can only stop when I say."

    "That's it? What about winner and loser?"

    The purple haired demon had to think for a moment. "If I win, you can't ask me to play any of your stupid games for the rest of the month."

    That seemed fair to Amaimon. "And if I win, you can't yell at me for wearing your yukata's."

    A few hours passed quietly, Amaimon having a soda every hour. By four, he was avng a hard time keeping it in, not that he would let his brother know. He was going to win this game.

    Suddenly Mephisto's phone rang. "Hello?.......Yes.....okay..." He looked over to his brother who was sitting on the couch playing video games. "I've got got go. call me if you loose." He smirked as he disappeared into a puff of pink smoke.

    When the hour struck, Amaimon got up to get another soda but quickly sat back down. The pressure in his bladder was too much to bear. He whistled for Behemoth and the hobgoblin quickly came.

    "Get me a soda," he commanded. Obediently, the demon got his aster a soda. Amaiamon almost cried t the sight of liquid. He gulped down the sickly sweet drink wanting it to be over as soon as possible.

    He had only drank it half way when he felt a spurt come from his nether regions. He gasped and quickly put his hands in his crotch. He whimpered at the embarrassment.

    He wanted this to be over so badly, no matter the cost. He pulled out the cell phone his brother gave him and called the pink loving demon.

    "Hello?" Came the chipper response from the other side of the phone.

    "Can the game be over?" The Earth King was squirming with only one hand at his crotch holding the dams of golden liquid back.

    "Did you loose yet?"

    "No, but it huuuurts." He exaggerating wanting to get his brother to stop as soon as possible.

    As soon as he had hung up the phone, his brother appeared before him. Mephisto couldn't help but inwardly squeal. His little brother looked so cute, face all distressed like that and his hands desperately trying to cover up the little wet spot on the front of his pants.

    He looked over at the half empty soda and picked it up. He tauntingly dangled it in front of his younger brother's face. "Looks like some one broke a rule. the game can't be over until you finish this."

    Almost painfully, Amaimon took the soda and drank it. He wasn't even doe when he reached his limit. Hot sreams of urine burst forth. After almost a solid minute of hissing, the younger of the brothers sat in a yellow puddle looking... pleased?

    Yes, that was his expression, pleased and relieved. The immense pressure that had built up in his abdomen was gone. It felt almost arousing to let it go.

    Mephisto smirked. "I win."

    Muahahaha! My advice, continue writing straight through. I took a break so I think my muse and/or style changed slightly half way....

    My last fic got pleasing reviews, except the colour... I made it red because I want it to work on all colours!!!! Except purple, red, and orange, but who cares about those colours?

  1. Ruchi got up in the morning and saw the clock beside her bed. It was 7:30. She had again forgot to set her alarm! She hurriedly changed her clothes and took a quick breakfast. Even though it was Saturday, Mr. Pradeep had called the visor team to complete the visor. He had called them at 8 and Ms. Ruchi was late. Mr. Pradeep didn't like late comers. Moreover, Ms. Ruchi had lectured the students

    not to be late and didn't want to be late herself. She was going to the toilet or a quick pee when she realized its 7:55 already. She decided to go at the school and started for her 10 minute walk to the school. On the way, she thought about Ryan who had peed his pants the other day. She was hiding near when Prachi was trying to make his video and she saw him wet his pants. Thinking about it really turned her on but thinking about peeing made her more desperate.

    Finally, after 10 minutes of walk and desperate crotch-holding, she reached the school where she found the three students and Mr. Pradeep waiting for her. She went to them and apolosiged for being late. Then, they began working on the visor. They had been working for quite a few days now and they aimed to complete it today.

    Ryan had started to hate Prachi. After that incident, they had barely talked. They even refused to work on the same parts of the visor. While Ryan was working on the circuit, Prachi was working on display unit.

    "I can't believe you can be so ridiculous! Forcing someone to pee himself!"Ryan suddenly whispered to Prachi

    "Excuse me? Its not my problem if you have a tiny-puny bladder."Prachi whispered back

    "I don't have a 'tiny-something' bladder. Anyone will have to pee bad after 6 hours!"

    "Oh really? Tell you what, I peed last at 6 in the morning. I still don't have even the tiniest of plunge in my bladder and I am gonna last the whole day."

    "That we will see. I promise I am gonna make you pee today."

    "Ryan! Will you please come here!" He suddenly heard Ms. Ruchi's voice and went to her giving Prachi a long stare.

    "What is it, Ms. Ruchi?" Ryan asked her

    "Will you please install this part for me? I have to urgently go to the washroom" Ms. Ruchi said jumping from one leg to another. Ryan saw this and got a boner instantly. "Sure, why not?" He said even though he wanted to see Ms. Ruchi hold her pee. Ms. Ruchi quickly handed over the part and rushed out of the lab. Ryan tried to fix the piece while trying to hide his boner. Prachi was already making fun of him and he didn't want to give her another reason for the same. After 5 minutes, Ms. Ruchi came back but didn't look relieved.

    "Thats weird! All the washrooms are closed. I think its probably because today is a Saturday and all peons are on a holiday." She said frantically holding her crotch with one hand while fixing the part with the other. This made Ryan even more aroused. But he suddenly realized something. Even his bladder was getting quite full and they will be taking another 5 hours to finish the visor. With no washroom at his disposal, it made him even more desperate. But then he remembered the trees behind the school and decided that he could go there if the situation worsened. As it is the school was almost empty. Also, this will make him take his revenge on Prachi easier as she will not be able to use the washroom. Thinking about her and Ms. Ruchi peeing themselves made him cum a little.

    All the time Ryan continued to bring water for Prachi to make her more desperate and she also continued to drink it to be a sport. Ryan tried all the methods to make Prachi desperate like talk about him peeing himself, dropping water from one glass to another and even showing Ms. Ruchi do the pee dance but it had no effect on her. Indeed, it just made Ryan more desperate. On the other side, Ruchi was having more and more difficulty holding her pee. She kept on crossing her legs and also let out a few drops but stopped when she saw a drop running down her leg and falling on the floor. She didn't want anyone to notice this, not knowing Ryan had already did so.

    After 5 hours the visor finally completed. Ms. Ruchi offered to take it home to which all agreed. At this point, Ryan was sitting tightly crossed leg, Ms. Ruchi could barely move and had a tiny patch in her panties and Prachi was barely fidgeting. Indeed, she was making "shh" noises to tease Ryan. Genelia had secretly taken a whiz in the trees when she was told to bring some items from the bio lab while Mr. Pradeep was a guy with iron bladder. They all decided to go back to their homes with Ryan dissapointed with his failed attempt to make Prachi pee herself. He decided to take a whiz in the trees before going home and ran to the trees behind the school. He was just about to open the chain in his denims when he heard someone call out to him from behind. He just wished it wasn't Prachi again. He turned to see Ms. Ruchi.

    "I am sorry Ms. Ruchi but I really have to pee!"He said apologetically.

    "Its okay but even I have to pee. Too bad I can't pee like you here. Unlike you, I won't be able to cover myself quickly enough if someone sees me. Just thinking about peeing make me pee myself." Ryan looked down to see a drop of go down Ms. Ruchi's leg."Please let me use your bladder to relieve myself!"

    "Huh?"Ryan said.

    "Actually, this nosy visor can not only transfer mucus from one person to another but also pee from one bladder to another. Look, I will show you."She switched it on and pointed it towards her. The display unit showed 95%. She then pointed towards Ryan. It showed 65%. "It shows the amount of fullness of your bladder. I added this secret feature for fun but I think I have to use it now. Moreover, You are only at 65%. You can easily hold my pee. I just have to point one end towards you and other towards me and start peeing." She pointed the red end towards Ryan and blue toward herself and relaxed her body muscles. Ryan heard a loud hissing sound from her pussy but couldn't see Ms. Ruchi getting wet. The display started going from 65 to 66, 67, 68, 69, 70..... and so on. Ryan suddenly felt something. The urge for him to pee was increasing. He was getting more and more desperate. He was about to undo his jeans to pee himself when Ms. Ruchi blurted out "Don't! If you pee, it will lose connection and I will wet myself!". The %age of desperation continued to increase until it reached 99 and it became difficult for Ryan to hold. He started to pee himself and quickly ran to a tree and undid his jeans and peed himself. Meanwhile, the visor had lost connection and Ms. Ruchi began to wet herself. A small wet patch began forming on her skirt and pee started going down her legs. She quickly stopped herself and thanked that too much damage wasn't done.

    "I will be able to hold myself till I get home now! Thanks Ryan!" she shouted to Ryan who was busy moaning with relief. She then went back home with the visor. Ryan kept on peeing for another 3 minutes. He had never thought that so much happiness could be obtained from peeing! There was also one more reason for his happiness - he had got a perfect plan to make Prachi pee herself!

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    My names Anzu Kohaku. I'm in my second year of high school, and I'm in diapers, along with everyone else in the world. Today was a long day. First I have an accident, twice, and then I have to be put in diapers by Japanese Government order. At least they had the decency to help us hide them better for school. Anyway, if that wasn't enough, my day added injury to insult. Honestly, falling off my bike and dislocating my knee, and wetting my diaper in front of everyone with my skirt down! Could that day have possibly gotten any worse!? Sure it did! I could poop my diaper at my best friends house in front of his honorable, fun-loving family and get teased some more for it! God I hate being so small!

    I changed my diaper as soon as I got home. It was full of pee and poop. It was just plain full. I carefully untapped it and let it drop into the garbage bag Mom left in the bathroom. Unfortunately, Mom's diapers were in there too. Jeez I hate this so much! It's so embarrassing, and I get to add my dirty diaper to the collection! Good grief! I couldn't bare to star down at the mud I left in my diaper, let alone my moms! I wiped myself down as quickly as I could so I could put on a new diaper and get out of there. I didn't like it in there. It smelled horrible. I cleaned up, took a shower, and put on a new diaper. I slipped on my purple pajamas and kissed my mom good knight.

    I lie awake in bed, unable to sleep. It was such a crazy day. My best male friend got to carry me and my wet diaper all the way to his house, and my bike, and two heavy back packs. I did enjoy watching him fix my bike though. He was in the garage with the tools out. He wore a sleeveless shirt then, and his muscles were so bulky. He was definitely lean, and I love seeing a guy work! But what am I saying? I love Hiroyoshi. Hiroshi's pretty hot too, but every time I ask myself why, I always remember the first time we met.

    We were in middle school. I was getting my lunch as I did every day, just the normal routine. As I walked through the cafeteria, I heard someone playing the piano in the hallways along the walls that lead to the fine arts division of the building. I brought my lunch down the hallways to investigate. I never heard anyone play like that before in my life. It was so unique, and so incredible. I made my way through the hallways until I came across a door from which I heard the sound spew into the room. I quietly opened the door hoping there wasn't a class going on. Of course there wasn't. It was lunch time. I opened the door and saw a grand piano in the middle of the school, and a in the piano bench, the most handsome boy I've ever seen in my life.

    His blond hair glistened in the light, his blue eyes shimmered, but there was more to his eyes at the time then the shimmer or the deep blue. There was something deeper in his eye. When I stepped closer, careful not to disturb him, i noticed something was a bit off. His fingers glided over the keys with no effort what-so-ever, and the piano emitted such a radiant, intricate melody I couldn't possibly whistle it. My tongue wouldn't keep up if I had three of them. The song felt so deep and complex, and it told stories of hardship, depression, then hope and salvation. It spoke of war and peace, it spoke of failure and success. It made me thing about family and togetherness. I fell into his zone that he'd conjured from his heart. A kind of wind flew from his heart through his fingers. He didn't even look at the keys head on. His eyes constantly averted from them, subject only to the movement of his body to reach different parts of the piano. He was sucked into his world he created for himself. I'll never forget that look in his eye, that blank look. His entire soul had been drawn into the piano, and the piano was a part of him.

    When the song was over, his fingers became as blank as his hands, and his heart just as empty while his spirit came back to his body from the piano, and that's when his eyes popped open and he noticed me. "Hwa!"

    "Hwa!!" I startled him, which startled me, and I dropped my lunch on the carpet floor. Probably the worst, most pathetic first impression I could possibly make on a guy! I spilled my pudding, dropped my greasy pizza, and spilled my milk. It got all over my socks and his. "I'm so sorry!" I panicked. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

    "It's okay, relax!" He assured me. "I'll help you clean this up!" He offored.

    "I'm so so sorry, I'm such a cluts!"

    "It's all right. What's you name?" He smiled.

    "A-Anzu, Kohaku!" I bowed. "What's you're name?"

    "Just call me Hiroyoshi!" Hiroyoshi! It may just be me, but his name was as handsome as his hair.

    "That was beautiful!" I praised. "I've never heard someone play like that before!"

    "Oh, yeah. Thanks!" He replied.

    "No I'm serious! You are really good! Where did you learn to play like that!?" He was inspiring, but my eyes popped out of my head when he told me that he'd never been in the talent show before. I couldn't believe it. His talent was being wasted! I told him to audition for the talent show, no, I begged him. When he told me he wasn't good enough, I wanted to slap him right there. "Baka!" I told him. "Iv'e never heard anything like that. Hatsune Miku doesn't even compare to you! Your music is so unworldly!! How can you possibly think you're not good enough! Have you even heard those wannabe's?!"

    Eventually, I managed to convince him, with the help of his mother, and he joined the first talent show. I was there of course, watching some of the amazing dancers, and some of the not so amazing dancers. I heard some of the beautiful singers, and some of the not so beautiful but extremely talented singers. I even saw magic tricks and stand up comedy, but I nearly wet myself with excitement when I finally heard the name I'd been waiting for all night long.

    "And now for some good old fashioned piano. Let your heart sink into the whimsical world of, Hiroyoshi Rokou!" No one cheered for Hiroyoshi like they did for everyone else. It made me so mad, until I realized they've never heard of him before until tonight, but boy, they were going to find out pretty fast just who they're dealing with. The curtains opened and the spot light centered on him. I swear I almost peed my pants with excitement. The suspense drove me nuts. There was a long, awkward silence. It was his first time on stage and his face looked tense. Finally the wall of silence was shattered by the sudden flood of music that pierced the hearts of even the most cold and calculating parts of the audience. It lifted the spirits of even the most depressed and suicidal. I saw the entire audience get sucked into the realm of Hiroyoshi. The wind of his heart channeled through his fingers and blew the competition away. Their hearts were flooded more then a diaper with emotion. He played their hearts like he played that piano. When his song ended, the audience went wild. Hats flew in the air. It was unheard of.

    I wanted to congratulate him after the talent show, but before I could reach him, he was over crowded by girls, asking him out and congratulating him. Suddenly I felt like he was way out of my league. Of coarse he deserved better than me. Ever since then I only talked to him to say hi or have a great weekend.

    I let memories of his music put me to sleep. It was the most sound sleep I've ever had in a long time. When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight beamed in and I found it difficult to open my eyes completely. As soon as I got out of bed, something felt different. I had forgotten about the diapers I'd had to wear yesterday, and to my greater horror, my diaper felt soggy, heavy and wet. "I wet the bed?!"

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    I'm in the dungeon that the two diaper-loving women have abducted me to. They've dressed me in a really thick cloth diaper and transparent plastic pants. After squirming for a while, I've lost control. I can't believe this is happening. I can feel the fluid moving inside me to the point where it's starts shooting out of my dick. Then warm fluid is flowing on my skin, then flowing down to the bottom of the diaper. Then my dick stands up straight, and it's shooting up to my belly button---a really really strong stream now. I think: I haven't wet a diaper since I was two years old, and here I am, a respected scientist being forced to wet a diaper for the entertainment of these weird women. My two abductors are staring with broad smiles on their faces and are really excited, immensely enjoying my humiliation. Then I see that the police officer who refused to rescue me has the same expression on her face.

    The cop says "I love seeing the looks on their faces when they realize they're not going to escape!"

    The front of the diaper is now soaked; the bottom of the diaper is now soaked, it's still shooting out of me and all over the front of the diaper, and the pool forming at the bottom is creeping upward. One of my abductors says "Jessica, is this all getting recorded?"

    "Sure is!" comes the reply. "Professor Kilwan said this guy's a well-known scientist and the news media will want to report his abduction." What?? Prof. Rachael Kilwan, the renowned scientist from M.I.T., is in on this??? I'm still peeing at full force. I can't stop or even slow down. And they're making a video of it? That will be on the news? The general public will see this happening?

    The cop says "I just got a text message from the Mayor congratulating us on this capture. It's not every day we get someone who's in Who's Who."

    I hear footsteps: someone is approaching the room. Professor Kilwan walks in. I'm still peeing and can't slow it down. The back of the diaper is quite wet by now too. It's really filling up. "Ooooooooo!!!!! So, Professor Doctor Smith of the University of Chicago, you're one of us now! Tomorrow I'm delivering a lecture on the scientific study of diaper lovers. You'll be brought before the audience as a specimen. All very scientific. I __love__ science." I'm still peeing in my nearly full diaper. "Oh, and Billie Smith, they won't believe you if you tell them _I'm_ a diaper lover. I have to remain closeted to do these scientific experiments."

  4. It was early morning in Gotham around 3 to be exact and Batman and Robin had just gotten off

    patrol. Dick had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of the bat mobile and the

    two vigilantes were only halfway to the manor. The behavior was odd considering

    Robin had been complaining about needing the bathroom during patrol. Batman

    himself was never able to relax enough to sleep on a full bladder but just

    brushed off the odd behavior as exhaustion. The kid was after all only ten.

    No one wason the road tonight and Batman was very glad about that. He wanted to get home

    as soon as possible because it made him cringe to see his Dickey bird sleeping

    with his neck at that angle. Bruce was tempted to wake him but thought better

    of it. Dick really did need all the sleep he could get even if it wasn’t that

    good of sleep. It would have to d

    A few minutes later the dynamic duo pulled into the Batcave to be greeted by

    Alfred who held in his hand a tray with various refreshments. Bruce stepped out of the Batmobile and quickly

    put his finger to his mouth effectively keeping Alfred from speaking to loudly.

    Alfred nodded in confirmation and laid the tray down on a nearby table. Bruce

    jumped out of the Batmobile and made his way around to the other side. He

    lifted up Dick’s door and gingerly lifted the sleeping child out of the

    car.

    Dick was still rather small sorather than carry him bridal style Bruce opted to hold him more like an infant

    or toddler head resting on his shoulder. In his dazed state Dick lapsed back

    into Romanian moaning out barley audibly

    ”Tati am nevoie pentru a merge oliță” (Daddy I need to go potty.) He fidgeted slightly

    indicating to Bruce that something was the matter. Bruce didn’t know very much

    Romanian though so he couldn’t tell for sure what he said but assumed he was

    just really tired.

    “I know Dickey bird I’m taking you to bed right now.” Bruce murmured to the now

    once again sleeping child. He pulled off his cowl and handed it to Alfred mouthing

    “I’ll be right back” to the old butler before stepping into the elevator.

    The elevator’s florescent lights annoyed Bruce to no end. It used to not be a

    problem but with Dick coming home every night sleeping like he was… It was

    worrisome to say the least.

    Bruce already knew that ever since Dick found out about his Batman life he couldn’t

    sleep while he was on patrol anyway. He couldn’t stand thinking about Bruce

    dying out there. It made him uneasy knowing he caused Dick that strife but his

    duties as Batman came before getting Dick the kind of rest and peace of mind a

    boy ought to. Dick knew this and wanted to be Robin anyway so… Yeah it was

    fine.

    The elevator came to a stop and Bruce exited into the library with the portrait of

    Dick’s parents. He smiled sadly at their portrait silently blessing them for

    making such a perfect angel before walking up towards Dick’s room. Bruce turned

    the Brass handle gently so that it emitted nothing but a small creek as he

    opened the door. He walked slowly to the large bed in the center and lay his…

    son… down on the bed. He removed Dick’s mask, cape and utility belt so he’d be

    more comfortable before planting a small kiss on his forehead.

    “I love you son…”

    Bruce then walked out of the bedroom closing the door quietly behind him completely

    oblivious to his son’s discomfort.

    Bruce stood behind the door for a moment before making his way back down to the

    Batcave to finish up some last minute paperwork with Alfred.

    EARLIER

    “Batman can we finish patrol early today?” Dick squirmed in discomfort and agitation.

    He was still getting used to attending school and having to sit in a desk all

    day as well as having his bathroom breaks at specific times like lunch and

    recess. He hadn’t gone to the bathroom since when he woke up and it was almost 2 in the morning now. He wished now he

    would have just gone at recess but he really needed that time to stretch his

    legs.

    “Is there a reason why you want to cut it short?” Bruce took his eyes away from his

    binoculars and glanced over his shoulder at his ward.

    “Well um… I’m really tired with this whole new school schedule and I kind of need to

    pee too…” Dick blushed a little when he mentioned his filling bladder.

    “I suppose we can I don’t see any reason why…” All of a sudden the bat symbol lit

    up the sky interrupting him mid-sentence.

    “Let’s go.” Bruce said gruffly already jumping off the roof down into the Batmobile.

    Robin sighed and jumped as well.

    Batman started the Batmobile and sped off in the direction of the Police Department.

    Robin moaned a little and crossed his when Bruce made a sharp turn.

    “Kind of my butt” Bruce said and robin just flushed making Batman chuckle.

    A few minutes later they arrived at the commissioner’s landing quickly and silently on the roof.

    “I’m glad to see you showed up. It’s nothing big really it’s just a missing child. The

    kid has been gone for over 24 hours though and our forces have come up with

    nothing. Here is the profile. I hope you don’t mind.” Gordon looked up at

    Batman trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed worried or conflicted. “Is

    something the matter?”

    Batman sighed. “Not really it just I kind of want to get Robin home a little early

    tonight and a search like this could take a while with this little information.”

    “Yeah, I can understand that I have a little one at home too. Don’t worry I won’t tell.”

    Gordon smiled at batman while he thought about his next plan of action.

    Batman glanced over at Robin who was luckily distracted

    by something else. “I’ll tell you what I’ll go drop Robin off and come back to

    discuss the case further with you if you’d like.

    “Certainly that would work fine.” Gordon smiled to

    himself as the Batman disappeared with his young sidekick.

  5. Chapter 4 – Invited to dinner

    It was a few days into the new year when Tanya arrived home to find a letter on her doormat from number ten. It was an invitation to dinner with the Prime Minister, his wife and a few other guests for her and a companion. Tanya had not seen Mike again and after her and Natalie having so much fun with the prime minister it seemed only natural that she should take Natalie. It surely would not be a problem even if the PM thought that they were lesbians.

    When the evening came Simmonds was more than happy to put in a bit of overtime and run the two women from Natalie’s to Downing Street although he was a bit miffed that Natalie was getting favourable treatment. Why had Tanya not taken him if she needed a companion?

    Tanya and Natalie had not wasted the day that they had spent together. Natalie had made appointments and taken Tanya round all of the designer studios in Knightsbridge to get her a stunning outfit.

    For their shopping trip Natalie had on nothing more than a tiny white dress and a pair of high heels while Tanya wore a long black skirt, black top and open black jacket accessorised with a big necklace, dark glasses and a head scarf. Natalie laughed when she saw Tanya’s outfit thinking how different she would look later on when they had finished shopping.

    As they walked around Knightsbridge Tanya discretely peed down her legs when she felt the need, hidden under her long skirt and her nondescript disguise, but Natalie peed small spurts down her legs in full view of anyone who might see fully aware that no one would be looking hard enough for long enough to notice the shiny streaks on her inner thighs.

    By the middle of the afternoon Tanya had found something she liked that also met with Natalie’s approval, a long – to just above the floor - grey gown overlaid with net, but with a stunning red sequined bodice and an open back right down far enough to show her bum cleavage.

    Tanya undressed to just her shoes but it was not until she removed her dark glasses that the assistant suddenly recognised Tanya. She was only young and quite shocked to see it was Tanya standing naked in her shop.

    Natalie and the assistant helped Tanya put the dress on and liked what she saw in the mirror.

    As Tanya moved around the shop, making the most of wearing the dress before she had to take it off, Natalie asked. “Have you made yourself comfortable yet?”

    Natalie, out of the view of the assistant reinforced her hint by glancing down and letting a very noticeable strong trickle of pee out which ran down both her legs and darkened the carpet.

    Tanya realised straight away as soon as she saw the inside of Natalie’s thighs glisten. Tanya smiled and let her own trickle of pee run down her legs. She stood peeing for fifteen seconds enjoying the warmth as her pee trickled over her feet and soaked unnoticed into the carpet under her dress.

    When she had finished peeing Tanya gave a couple of twirls and said. “We’ll take it.”

    The assistant disappeared to complete the sale while Natalie helped Tanya change back into her incognito shopping outfit.

    After a few visits to jewellery shops where nothing was inspiring and only a few things were tried on, Tanya and Natalie headed to the restaurant Natalie had booked.

    They started off with cocktails standing at the bar, but after a few minutes Natalie slid on to a bar stool.

    Natalie spoke. “I don’t know why I came here, all those men over there staring at us.”

    Natalie gestured to a long table full of businessmen.

    Tanya replied. “I think they saw up your skirt when you bent down to put the shopping bags down, what did you expect, anyway since when did you not like attention from men?”

    “Since I wanted to pee. I wouldn’t have worried but they are all a bit creepy. It is so much nicer when it runs down my legs.” Said Natalie carefully positioning herself on the stool, making sure her skirt was hanging over the back.

    “I know.” Said Tanya smiling as she let a wave of pee run down her own legs under her skirt to soak into the carpet.

    “That’s better.” Said Natalie.

    Natalie was now perched on the barstool with her legs neatly crossed and peeing. Tanya could just see the trickles of pee running down the legs of Natalie’s barstool where Natalie was peeing gently.

    Half a minute later Natalie Finished peeing. “That’s better. Just needed room for another cocktail.” Natalie said.

    Natalie smiled and turned towards the barman who quickly made up another couple of cocktails for the two women.

    It was not long before the waiter collected them from the bar and they were seated.

    As Natalie scrutinised the menu she nestled in to the nicely upholstered chair, bending forward so that the skirt of her white dress rode up a little at the back and tucking her feet underneath the chair.

    “Much more comfortable, now we can go properly.” Said Natalie.

    Tanya looked up from her menu. “What do you mean by ‘we’. You’re not wearing a long skirt.”

    Natalie replied without shifting her gaze from the menu. “You are wearing a black skirt Tanya, just do it you’ll be fine.

    Natalie began to pee. Slowly at first she felt her pee pool in the chair, warming her bottom. She peed harder and relaxed completely as she felt her pee begin to run off the front of her chair on to the back of her legs. Still gazing at the menu she peed, enjoying he warmth tickling her clitoris, caressing her bottom, warming her legs and trickling over her feet until her flow waned and she was empty.

    As the last drops of pee dripped on to the back of her legs Natalie sighed. “Ah. So nice and comfortable and warm and relaxing. Just what we need after all that shopping.”

    Tanya felt relaxed too now she had weighed up the situation. Without any preparation she just relaxed her bladder and began to pee. Tanya felt the warmth pool in her skirt, instantly surrounding her bottom before it began to soak in and caress the back of her thighs. In no time Tanya was peeing fully and thoroughly enjoying the warmth as it began to overflow the chair and run down the back of her skirt and legs, warming her feet.

    Tanya’s flow was interrupted though.

    “Ready to order madam?” Asked the waiter.

    Tanya was awakened from her trance and quickly stopped peeing. The warmth caressing her bottom and still running down the back of her legs was a little off-putting, but fortunately Tanya was ready to order.

    “I’ll start with the soup please, then the sea-bass with boiled potatoes thank you.”

    “And for you madam?” The waiter asked Natalie.

    “The same, but with chips please.” Said Natalie.

    “And wine?” asked the waiter.

    “Could you recommend something?” Asked Natalie.

    “We have a really nice Bulgarian, Telish, that will go beautifully with the sea-bass.”

    “Telish it is then, just the one bottle I think. Thank you.”

    Tanya did not resume peeing when the waiter left, instead just enjoying the luxury of her warm skirt, moving occasionally in her seat to feel the warm pee that had soaked in to the upholstery caressing her bottom again and moving her legs to feel her warm wet skirt brushing the back of them.

    “Did the waiter startle you?” asked Natalie.

    “Yes.” Said Tanya, Adding in a whisper. “I was going.”

    Natalie smiled and managed to squeeze out a spurt of pee into her chair making it pleasantly warm again.

    It was just after the main course that Tanya felt a tingle in her bladder. With the wine now nearly all consumed she just relaxed again. Tanya had not realised how much her pee had cooled in the chair until the new wave of warm pee began to caress her again and felt positively hot. The chair was still saturated so straight away her pee began to run down the back of her legs.

    Tanya just sat calmly smiling as the waiter cleared the plates, not hesitating for a moment as she let her pee flow into her skirt, on to the chair and down her legs, soaking silently into the carpet under her feet.

    The women just enjoyed their residual wetness while they ate their sweet and enjoyed their cappaccino. Natalie insisted on two cups for both of them.

    When they were finished Natalie stood and checked her own skirt to see that it was still dry before taking a look at Tanya’s. Natalie could see no sign of a wetting but touched Tanya’s skirt to see that it was still soaking wet. They pushed their chairs under the table in the hope that no one would notice the darker appearance of the light striped upholstery. Tanya paid with cash on the way out.

    Outside it was now a cold, dark January evening on the busy street for which Natalie was not well dressed. Natalie soon felt the effects of the cold and her bladder began to tingle. She began to let out a very gentle trickle of pee as she walked feeling trickles on her inner thighs and feeling her pee splashing her feet. Tanya noticed nothing.

    They were soon on the underground. Natalie sat down opposite Tanya. Without any regard to moving her white dress out of the way Natalie began to pee. Natalie soon felt her pee filling the seat with warmth and paused briefly as he felt the warmth stretch all the way to the front of her seat. As Natalie felt her pee soaking away in to the seat she peed again.

    Tanya had a clear view up Natalie’s dress, and she could see Natalie’s pee spraying from her abundant bush and pooling between her slightly parted thighs. Tanya was now feeling the effect of the coffee and joined Natalie, just relaxing and peeing through her skirt.

    It was not long before Tanya’s pee subsided, but she could still feel her pee soaking into the back of her skirt and wicking down behind her legs.

    Natalie continued to pee and a tiny trickle began to run off the edge of her seat behind her leg. Natalie felt her pee splashing on her foot but just carried on peeing until she was empty anyway. The wine was having an effect and she did not care.

    The women were soon at their stop. Natalie had a small puddle of pee behind her foot but, along with the other passengers, she did not notice. Tanya noticed a dark strip along the hem of Natalie’s dress but said nothing, enjoying the soaking wetness of her own skirt on the back of her legs as they walked to the escalator. Tanya stood a few steps behind Natalie and noticed the wet droplets glistening on the ends of her pubic hairs as she ascended.

    They were soon back at Natalie’s. Natalie made coffee and the two women sat on the sofa, discussing how luxurious it had been to enjoy the warmth of their pee in the restaurant while they peed on the sofa, making it deliciously warm.

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    My wife surprised me on our birthday (we both share the same birthday) with tickets to an outdoor concert & festival that featured one of our favorite musicians. We live in Orlando and the festival was taking place at the South Florida Fairgrounds. We decided to leave early and make it an all day affair. So we woke early and got ready for the 3 hour drive. I was admiring my wife that morning as we were getting dressed. She is still just as sexy as the day I met her years ago. Watching her dress she put on a pair of Hanes cotton bikini panties with a cute floral print and slipped on a pair of my favorite Old Navy jeans. They were lightly faded from wear and fit her quite tight yet comfortably. For her top she picked out a simple green colored Roxy tank top. I dressed similar in just jeans and t-shirt. We opted for flip-flops since it was July in Florida and would most likely get pretty hot as the day went on. We packed a cooler full of water and snacks and made coffee for the drive.

    Upon arriving at the festival grounds a few hours later, my wife said she needed to find a bathroom pretty quick, all the water and coffee had caught up with her. After shoving a bunch of waters into my backpack we headed out. The fairgrounds were huge, we walked around for a bit and finally found a restroom. Luckily the lines were still pretty short. We both went in and emptied our bladders then continued meandering the grounds to see the sights.

    I stopped at a drink tent to get myself a cold beer and my wife a wine. It was only mid morning and the temperature was already getting hotter than expected, it was already in the low 90s. We ended up finding one of those misting stations and wandered into it to cool off. For several moments we just stood in the spray holding each other, cooling off and enjoying the moment. After getting slightly damp, we continued on, walking hand-in-hand. We had finished our drinks and she asked me to get refills while she visited the restroom again. I was surprised that the first glass went through her so quickly. I went to the tent and she got in line for the bathroom, which by this time had grown quite long.

    After getting the drinks I went to join her. The line hadn’t moved all that much and she started looking a little desperate. I asked her if she wanted to find somewhere else to pee. She said she didn’t need to pee, the coffee we drank on the way had started moving her bowels. The line was taking forever and she was starting to fidget more and more. We weren’t moving very fast and had already gone though our second drinks pretty quickly. She gave me her empty glass and asked me to get rid of it.

    I found a garbage and got back to my wife still waiting in line, but looking very worried. I could tell her body was starting to cramp up. By now she had been waiting in line for almost 45 minutes. She stood there for another couple minutes when suddenly a large cramp hit her. When it passed she grabbed my arm and quickly walked us out of the line.

    “I can’t wait in this line. I need to find an open restroom now,” she said to me. We quickly searched the grounds, finding each restroom with a line just as long as the first. As a last resort, she started for the line of port-a-potties at the edge of the grounds. The whole way there she was holding her stomach and pausing every once in while to subdue the cramping. We reached the port-a-potties, all three of them, and there was no line at all. My wife quickly ran the rest of the way and went into the first one, only come back out immediately. She check the second, and the third.

    “I guess we know there were no lines,” she said. Each one was disgusting inside. Someone decided it would be a nasty prank to smear poop on the toilet seats. Another big cramp hit my wife and she doubled over trying to hold on. When it subsided she grabbed my arm and started dragging me behind the port-a-potties. Suddenly she just stopped in her tracks, I could see the worry in her eyes. Looking up at me she just said, “If I take one more step it’s going to come out.” I just stepped over and gently put my arms around her. I felt her relax, putting her face down in my chest and began crying a bit. I faintly started smelling an odor of poop, but couldn’t tell if it was from her or the port-a-potties.

    “Did you just...?” I paused not really sure how to ask. Softly, with a slight tremble, she said “Yes.” I knew then the smell was coming from her pants. She stopped for a moment then I felt her arms hold me a bit tighter and her body tensed up a bit. She was actually bearing down to finish what she started.

    When she was done we just stood there in silence for a moment, still in each other’s arms. I gently reached down to feel how bad it was. Her jeans must have been tight enough that it mostly just spread out in her panties. There was a bit of a flattened bulge, but not too noticeable.

    She finally broke the silence, looked up at me with tears in her eyes, sniffled and asked, “Is it bad?” I said, “Not that I can tell, your ass feels just as sexy as it always does.” She smiled slightly and said, “Thanks.” I asked her what she wanted to do. She just stood there for a moment, staring off into the festival. Her hands gently reaching back to feel her load.

    “I think we should just stay and enjoy the concert like we planned.” I was a little shocked, “What!?” I asked. “Do you want some help cleaning up?” “No, I’d rather wait until I can shower properly. Besides, these are the only pants and underwear I brought. I don’t have anything else to change into. We might as well just stay.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied looking at me. Her eyes had stopped tearing and her spirits were a bit lighter. I was still a bit shocked but responded, “Alright, but anytime you feel you want to leave just say the word.” “Ok,” she said. “Now go fetch me another glass of wine.” I went over to get her another glass of wine and another beer for myself.

    Next to the beer tent was a vendor selling t-shirts. I found a dark, long-sleeve shirt, I took it along with the drinks back to my wife. I gave her the shirt and told her to tie it around her waist, as it would hide any evidence of her accident. She tied it on, took her glass of wine, grabbed my arm and said, “Where to now?” I was still in a bit of shock, but I just started leading her back into the crowd.

    We walked holding hands for a while enjoying the music and browsing the merchandise. I kept the wine flowing thinking it would help her relax after her accident. What I didn’t think of was eventually my wife would probably need to pee after drinking so much. That moment happened about an hour later. She squeezed my hand tight and I asked her what was wrong. She said that she needed to pee and really didn’t want to pull down her soiled pants then pull them back up again. I thought for a moment and told her she could try a few options. She could go into a restroom, sit on the toilet pulling just her jeans down and pee through her panties, or pull the crotch of her panties to the side so they don’t get wet. She opted to try the last option. We went back to the restrooms and waited. The line went quite a bit faster this time and she was done in no time. When she came out I noticed her hands were hiding the front of her crotch. As she got closer I saw that her crotch was soaked. I asked, “What happened?” motioning to her wet crotch.

    She replied, “I try pulling down my jeans but they are so tight that they started pulling my panties down too. So I pulled them back up and didn’t know what to do. I quickly sat on the toilet with my jeans still on and just peed through my jeans. The wetness stayed in the crotch and soaked down under my butt. It seemed to work pretty good. I dabbed my jeans with some napkins so they wouldn’t drip.” I reassured her that I would take us home if she wanted to leave. She said, “Nope, but give me a water bottle. I want to make this less obvious that I just peed my pants.” I grabbed one out of my pack and watched to see what she was going to do. Opening the bottle, she began to slowly start pouring it over her chest. “Boy is it hot out!” she exclaimed. I just smiled at her and admired her cleverness. When she was done the front of her tank top was soaked along with her bra. The water had also soaked down to wet the top part of her jeans and had met up with her wet crotch. Now if anyone looked at her they would think she just cooled herself off by pouring water down the front of her.

    It was now about noon and we started getting hungry, so we found a stand that was selling some burgers and hotdogs along with more beer and wine. We got our order and continued walking around while eating our lunch.

    After finishing our lunch I again asked if she wanted to go home since we had seen pretty much everything. She replied, “I made it this far, what’s a few more hours? Besides, since we are staying, we might as well stay for Jack. Let’s drink some water, I’m really starting to feel the effects of all the wine.” I agreed, since I was also driving home later that day. We got more water from the pack and continued walking around for a few more hours. I kept discreetly checking her backside, but her accident was still hidden under the t-shirt. Her jeans and tank top were now dry from the heat as well.

    It was now late afternoon and storm clouds had been forming all over making it look like it was about to rain. Typical Florida afternoon storm, it didn’t just start raining, it started pouring. We were stuck out in the open, but it was a nice break from the heat. In no time we were completely drenched. I looked at my wife, she looked so sexy with her tank top plastered to her chest, her tight jeans going shiny as they became completely soaked. The shower lasted about 20 minutes and the hot sun came out again.

    I looked at my wife, admiring her wet clothes when I noticed the insides of her legs looked pretty soaked with water still running down them. She just grinned and said, “Since our clothes were completely soaked I took advantage of the opportunity to empty my bladder again.” So for the second time today my peed her pants.

    By early evening our clothes had pretty much dried from the hot sun and we had seen pretty much everything except for the main attraction. which was Jack Johnson, our favorite musician. We walked over to the stage where he was performing, hung out and waited for him to start. He was scheduled to begin around 7. We had gotten there early and ended up getting a great spot near the stage. Jack started playing his first song and immediately my wife pulled me over to start dancing. We made it through most of his performance when my wife she she needed to pee really bad. She had been holding it to try and make it through the entire show.

    Just as we started working our way through the crowd he started playing “Better Together”, our wedding song. We looked at each other and knew we just couldn’t leave now. This is why my wife bought the tickets. I put my arms around her and we started dancing. Halfway through the song she tensed and looked up at me, we both knew what was about to happen. She just pulled me closer and started kissing me. I felt her body relax just like her accident earlier and heard the faint splattering of liquid on the ground. My wife started completely wetting her soiled jeans while she was making out with me! I held her tighter, kissed her more passionately, and proceeded to relax myself, completely soaking my jeans as well. We finished dancing and let our pee finish dripping from our pants. When the song ended my wife whispers in my ear, “I think now is the time to go home.” All I could do was look at her and think that she stayed in soiled pants all day just to have our wedding dance live. I pulled her closer and kissed her again for several minutes. She finally pulled away smiling and said, “Let’s get out of here before people start to notice our wet pants!”.

    I took her hand and we ran to our car. We made it to the parking lot with only a few people noticing our wet jeans. Finally at the car I cornered my wife against the passenger door, pushed her against it putting my arms around her and passionately kissing her. I said the was the best birthday gift I have ever had. She started to kiss me back. But when I reached down and began grabbing and squeezing her behind she seemed to remember the mess that was in her pants. She stopped and said, “Lets get home quick so I can clean up.” She untied the shirt she had been wearing all day and through it in the back. I just glanced at her ass as she was climbing in the car and noticed her jeans were soaked to her feet and stained brown all in the seat and a few inches down her thighs. So I found a towel in back to cover her seat. I got in and we started making our way out of the parking lot. We had a three hour drive ahead of us.

    It was about two hours when we both had to pee again. I asked if she wanted to stop somewhere. She thought for a moment then said, “No. I don’t really want to get out in my soiled jeans.” With that she just relaxed and peed into her pants again. She was still sitting on the towel so I wasn’t too worried about the seat. I had to go too, but we only had the one towel and I gave it to my wife since she had more that just pee to deal with. So I just tried to hold it.

    Another half hour into our drive, my wife had fallen asleep and my need to pee had gotten worse. in a half hour and we’d be home, but I just couldn’t hold it. I had been slowly leaking for the past ten minutes hoping to take the pressure off but it was no use. I just relaxed and completely soaked my jeans and the car seat.

    We finally got home, it was dark out, quite late, and my wife was stirring from her nap. I unlocked the house and she went back to our bedroom while I gathered the backpack and anything else to bring in. Once inside, I was a little surprised that I didn’t hear the shower running. I went to our bedroom and found my wife tucked in bed still wearing her soiled jeans.

    “Why aren’t you cleaning up?” I asked. “It’s late and I’m too tired. I’ll do it tomorrow.” I just shrugged my shoulders and got in bed, still wearing my damp jeans as well. I moved myself right up behind her to cuddle. She gently moaned as I spooned right up against her and fell asleep.

    The sun woke us a few hours later as it came streaming through the bedroom windows. As my wife stirred awake she didn’t seam to notice right away that she still had her soiled jeans on from the day before. Both of our jeans had dried over night, but my wife’s were still full of poop. When she finally realized, she rolled over and said, ”I guess I need a shower, and you have some laundry do.” I kissed her and pulled her on top of me. Laying on my back she kissed me and put one knee on either side of my hips. She asked if I liked the birthday gift. I said I loved it and that it was the best day that I had ever had and kissed her again. She kissed me back but more passionately. I suddenly felt this warm wetness around my crotch and realized she was peeing her jeans again, this time on top of me. When she finished, she began to slowly rub her crotch over my hardening penis. Still kissing me, she started moving faster and harder. We were both getting very turned on. I started moving my hips in rhythm with her. My hands made their way to the back of her jeans. Her ass was soaked from having just peed. I began squeezing her ass and squishing her load around in her panties. She didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact she started moaning as I squeezed harder. We were now dry humping through our wet and soiled jeans and moving faster with every thrust. It wasn’t very long before we both climaxed and came in our jeans. I laid there and she just collapsed on me for a moment.

    I lightly patted her ass and asked if she wanted help cleaning up. “No, I think I can handle it. You can get started on the sheets,” she told me. I asked her how it felt. She said that it was gross at first but then got used to the feeling after a while and it didn’t bother her that much anymore. She even said that if caught in a similar situation, she would probably choose to just go in her pants again rather than try to fight it. I kissed her again and let her get in the shower while I stripped the sheets from the bed and tossed them in the washer. I then joined her in the shower to clean myself up as well.

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    The cult of Rakdos: a terrifying band of insane destructive people who burn their candles on all ends, so to speak. They live only to have the craziest, most hedonistic lifestyle possible, which often includes suicidal stunts, wild sex, and occasional bouts of savage murder.

    Cantrip: In the MTG card game, cantrip is a term for a spell that, in addition to some other effect, lets the caster draw a card. In this story, it refers to a simple spell.

    It had been two months since Sav'riil Le'vert had been dishonorably discharged from the Azorius guild. Two months of hell as she was stripped of her possessions and power one by one as she sold them for food and rent money. Living inside New Prahv, she had been fed and sheltered by the Azorius, but now she had no guild, and by two months, all she had was her cloak, her staff, and a backpack of food and other basic supplies. No Money, no anything. Well, she did have something; she still had her strong arsenal of law magic, as well as her quick mind and strong body. However, she no longer had a home; she had been kicked out of her apartment because she had no more money to pay the rent with, and now she was living out in the dingy streets of Ravnica, unfortunately on Rakdos Turf, as their lawlessness made it easy to stay on the streets. Unfortunately, as was often the case, the Rakdos didn't liek law mages such as herself, and so she found herself being approached by a man and a woman looking like they just stepped out of the nightmares of the most extreme BDSM fan.

    "What do you want with me?"

    The man spoke from behind a strip of black leather over his mouth, with a few holes to breathe through cut in the front. "you're on rakdos land missy, and no one lives on rakdos land without paying up."

    If I had any coin, I would be in my apartment, lounging, not out in the streets like some rat.

    The woman spoke, her mouth unrestricted at the moment. "I think she's calling us rats."

    "no, of course not." Sav'riil replied. "Rats at least have a sense of decency; they avoid poison and sharp objects."

    The man snarled. "Watch your tongue, or I might cut it out and use it as a plug."

    "a plug for what?"

    "You don't want to know the things you'd taste."

    "Gross. Now, will you just leave me alone? I'm busy."

    "You don't seem busy."

    "I'm busy trying to think of where I might relieve myself without anyone noticing."

    "I don't think that's a very good use of your time. I think it'd be better spent in a rakdos dungeon, pleasing clients, don't you Kaziim?"

    Kaziim's eyes glimmered with joy. "Yes, i do agree. Come then little elf, you've just been invited to join the Rakdos guild."

    "I decline."

    "Silly girl." He brought out a blackjack. "When did I say you had a choice?"

    "You didn't." The tip of her staff glew a pale blue color. "I gave myself permission."

    Her detainment spell struck the Rakdos man in the chest, binding his arms and legs in place, as well as silencing him.

    "You dumb bitch!" The woman kicked her in the head, knocking her to the ground. "Only other Rakdos can do that to a guild member!"

    Sav'riil sprang to her feet, her staff ready to do battle. "Strange, The Rakdos are full of masochists and the Azorius put people in chains. You'd think the two guilds would get along great."

    The woman charged forward, getting a staffpoint to the forehead for her trouble.

    "Silly girl, where did you learn to fight?"

    *She grabbed her leg and pulled Sa'riil to the ground, jostling the elf's already full bladder. "The streets!" She then grabbed the staff, trying to wrestle the weapon from Sav'riil's hands.

    Sav'rill let go of her staff and rolled away a bit before summoning a bit of her law magic to silence the girl, as Sav'riil was both tired of her voice and didn't want her calling for aid. She then lunged at her, trying to wrestle on top of her.

    The woman tried to scream and curse at her, as Sav'riil was now on top of her, but she could not, so she simply tried to wrestle with the elf as a crowd of vagrants watched with interest.

    Meanwhile, the detainment spell was quickly wearing off of the Rados man. He stood up slowly, the binds wearing off as quickly as they had come, and removed a piece of jagged metal from his "clothing"

    Knowing she could not face both of them, and realizing that the crowd was close to surrounding her and the girl, Sav'riil quickly threw the woma aside, her strength not evident in her lithe form, and quickly cast a cantrip which summoned her staff to her hand. She got off of the streets and forced her way through the crowd, running off as the man tossed his makeshift knife at her, missing horribly as he cursed at her.

    Sav'riil ducked behind a roaming street cleaner and then took off down th street, running as fast as she could away from Rados territory. By the time she stopped running, she realized two things. 1; her bladder was uncomfortably full, and after all that excitement, she realized she had let a few drops loose into her robes, despite only just reaching desperation levels.2; she was in a selesnyan garden.

    Of course! *She thought* The selesnya open their doors to all of Ravnica. I could join them and -

    Her thoughts were interrupted by a painful spike in her desperation.

    I'll think about it later, for now, I've got more important business to take care of. I can't believe I started leaking in my robes, I'd never hear the end of it back at my old position.

    She looked down and saw that the wetness hadn't leaked through the thick fabric, and was grateful. She knew though, that if she stressed herself or waited much longer, she'd completely wet herself.

    "Okay Sav'riil, calm down. Just find a home and ask to use their bathroom. if they refuse, I do still look like an azorius official, maybe they'll buy it."

    Sav'riil walked to a house in the gardens, every step sending a pang of desperation to her bladder, until by the time she was at the door, her legs were crossed, something a dignified woman as herself would never do, and she was bouncing slightly as she stood there, waiting about 30 seconds, which felt like an eternity as her bladder protested at being forced to hold all of her pee for so long, before finally, a kind looking young woman opened the door.

    "Yes, what is it?"

    "Hello, my name is Sav'riil. I was out here and well..." *a hand strayed to her groin, carefully watched by the woman's eyes.* "I am in need of a restroom. May i use your your toilet."

    The woman didn't respond for a moment, before looking back at her eyes and replying.

    "No."

    "Wha-what do you mean no?"

    "Just what I said, no."

    Sav'riil's bladder threatened to spill its contents then and there at hearing her denial. "But, I'm an azorius, you can trust me."

    "Ex-azorius, miss LeVert."

    "How do you know my name?" She said, dancing from foot to foot.

    "I hear things. Now, that's not why i can't let you inside. Only Selesnya guild members can enter here."

    "Why's that?"

    "Well, to put it simply, that is on a need to know basis, not a need-to-go basis."

    "Not funny." She bent down slightly, wondering why her bladder was filling so quickly. "Please miss, I'm not going to be able to hold it much longer. Please just let me go in."

    "You know, the conclave is always looking for new members..."

    "And i was thinking of joining, honest. I know white magic, I'm a strong elf, I'd be a great addition. Please, don't do this to me." She felt another few drops slip past her defenses and onto her robes, prompting her to shove both hands into her groin. "I'm going to pee myself."

    "Well, if you'd like to apply to join the conclave, I can get you in touch with some people who could asses your strengths and... weaknesses."

    "Please miss. I just want to pee." Her lower lips were quivering. She wasn't going to last much longer.

    "I thought you wanted to join the conclave." The woman seemed to be enjoying herself very much seeing Sav'riil squirm "But if that's all you want, then I'll go." She turned to leave.

    "Wait! Please, that's not what I meant. I just have to go so badly."

    "Then go. This home is alive, and it could use the water."

    The revelation that this woman's home was a living plant didn't shock her, what did was that she told her to pee here. "Here?"

    "Yes. don't worry, it will be put to good use." Her words contained a hint of something, but in her current state, Sav'riil couldn't determine what it was, though her eyes were locked onto Sav'riil's groin.

    "N-no, i can't!"

    "You look like you don't have much of a choice. I can see the wetness on your robes."

    "i... I..." She was strong-willed, but her bladder was slowly giving up trying to contain the ocean of pee that had taken residence in it, and small rivulets were already beginning to run down her legs.* "Please, I can't hold it anymore."

    "Let it happen." It was a command, and her bladder obeyed.

    The few drops that had left her were nothing when compared to her bladder's entire contents. Slowly but surely, pee began to drizzle from between her hands and splatter onto the wooden porch below her. She kept her grip on her groin as she began wetting herself, shame filling her body as urine left it. Quickly, the drizzles became a constant stream as her bladder quickened its pace, her pee getting onto the woman's shoes as she went, but the woman not minding at all. The puddle beneath her grew and grew with ever second of her peeing, and tears began to form at the corner's of her eyes. Though, she could not deny how amazing the relief of peeing felt after holding it in for so long. Her golden flood fell from her lower lips for quite some time, the puddle growing and growing from a mixture of her pee and her tears. Eventually, the flood stopped, and both women were standing in the now massive puddle, but not for long. Sav'riil quickly collapsed into the puddle, tiny droplets of her pee falling onto the woman's dress and the puddle being partially absorbed by sav'riil's own robes. She removed her hands from her soaked crotch and buried her face in them as she sat there, crying.

    "There there." The woman spoke softly as she bent down and hugged Sav'riil. "It's alright. Doesn't that feel better?"

    "i'm s-so sorry I *sniffle* p-peed on your *sob* floor. I d-don't even know y-you *sob* and I just..." She cried harder, full of nothing but shame, and wished she were dead at that moment.

    "It's okay, I told you, it doesn't matter. My name is Misra Le'blanche, and I recruit new member's for the Selsnya Conclave. Do you still want to join?"

    I... I peed myself in front of a conclave recruiter? Now I'll never get in, I'll be shunned from all the guilds in Ravnica.*"W-why would *heavy sob* you take me?"

    "that's for me to know, and for you to find out. Now, come inside and we'll clean you up."

    "you... you'd let me in?"

    "Yes, I would. Now, let's go."

    "Thank you so much miss Le'blanche."

    "Please, call me Misra." Misra led Sav'riil inside her home.

    Maybe this isn't so bad after all.

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    For some reason Jessica’s roommate, Naomi, had went out and bought boxes of Earl Grey tea bags and had been making pots of tea, nonstop. Naomi wasn’t a fan of tea, she hated it and never let Jessica keep it in the house so when suddenly Naomi was giving her all she could drink she felt suspicious. The other girl said it was a thank you present, for being a good roommate. Jessica doubted her but accepted the tea nonetheless. Why pass up a good drink?

    While she was sipping on the tea Naomi decided that they should have a movie marathon, yet another thing Jessica loved. Again she was suspicious but didn’t say anything. If she complained then Naomi might never do something like that with her again. Instead she sipped her fourth cup of tea in silence while the movie played.

    Halfway through the second movie Jess started squirm. All the tea she had drunken was starting to affect her. Figuring she could hold it until the movie was over, she decided to stay put.

    Before the third movie could get underway Jess turned her head to request Naomi paused the movie. Then she noticed the other girl had been staring intently at her. Her cheeks turned red. “Wh…what is it?” She asked when Naomi stayed silent. Naomi just shook her head.

    “You stay here. I’ve gotta use the john.” She announced before walking away.

    Since the apartment they shared only had one bathroom, Jessica had to wait. Stupidly, she kept sipping her tea.

    It wasn’t until 20 minutes later that Jessica started to regret her decision. She had stood up to get the remote to the TV so she could rewind the movie a bit. When she stood she felt everything inside her shift. Suddenly she felt heavy pressure in her bladder. It hurt and felt like she was going to pee herself any second. She tried to sit back down and ignore it but it was too late. Her leg wouldn’t stop vibrating. Eventually she stood up and rushed over the the bathroom. When she tried to open the door she found it was locked.

    What the heck?’ She thought rattling the door nob. “Naomi? Are you still in there?”

    “Yes!” Naomi called out.

    “Hurry up! I have to pee.” Jessica moaned, smacking her head against the door. “Seriously. Are you constipated or something?” She asked.

    “Nah.” Was all Naomi said in reply. Jessica waited a little more, hoping her roommate would explain why she was still in the bathroom, but no such luck.

    “What are you doing then?” She asked finally.

    “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Naomi answered. Jessica groaned in frustration. She was bouncing up and down on her toes, trying to keep it in but oh god it felt like she was going to explode. She was so full and she needed to let it out. Then the worst thing happened.

    At first it was quiet, Jessica didn’t even notice it. But then she realized that Naomi had turned on the shower head. Water was hitting down on the tiled floor. It was loud in Jessica’s ears and she felt another lurch of need go through her. “Fuck.” She cursed.

    “What was that Jess?” Naomi called out. “Did you say something?” There was a teasing lilt to her voice that drove Jessica crazy.

    “I said fuck you! Let me in already! Please Naomi. Pleeease.” She almost cried. Her legs were pressed tightly together with her hands pressed against her crotch. She was so close to the bathroom and she could feel her pee trying to escape. “Oh god.” She gasped as a little bit escaped.

    Naomi turned off the shower which Jessica was thankful for until she heard Naomi speak. “Are you okay?”

    “No I’m not okay! I’m about to piss my pants. Why are you doing this?” She asked. Naomi could hear the sobs in her voice. Jessica hoped it would make her take pity but instead she heard Naomi laugh at her.

    “I’m not doing anything.” she purred. “If you have to go so bad, then go.” she said unlocking the door. Jessica felt relief rush through her. But when she relaxed she found that more pee escaped her, wetting her panties. She stared to unbutton her pants as Naomi slipped out the door. She was so ready to relieve herself but then Naomi close the door and leaned against it.

    “What are you doing?” Jessica asked, bewildered. “Move out the way before I pee my pants!”

    “No.” Naomi said before getting over the door and pushing Jessica against a wall. The other girl screamed but Naomi ignored it. “I want to see you wet yourself.” She whispered in Jessica’s ear.

    “Oh my god!” Jessica moaned thrusting up her hips, subconsciously. “Oh god, Naomi please.” Jessica’s moans only made Naomi want to control her more. She pressed down one of her arms on her lower stomach then licked Jessica’s neck. That was what pushed her over the edge.

    The piss burst from her like a waterfall, absolutely soaking her jeans. Naomi pulled away just in time to avoid getting wet. Jessica stood, leaning against the wall, practically crying. Tears were stinging her eyes. She felt so humiliated but also so very good. It was warm as it traveled down her thighs then splattered onto their wood floor. She could hear the sound of her pee hitting the ground which only made her more embarrassed.

    Tears started to roll down her cheek and she put her hands to her eyes, trying to rub them away. She couldn’t stop wetting herself no matter how hard she tried and right in front of Naomi no less. She started to slide down and eventually sat in the growing puddle of piss, with her head down. She didn’t want to see how Naomi was looking at her.

    The other girl squatted down in front of her and started to pet her hair. “Sssh. It’s okay. You did good. You held it sooo good. Don’t cry. You look so sexy right now, don’t ruin your makeup.” Confused, Jessica looked up and was met by Naomi’s lips.

    Her first instinct was to try and pull away but Naomi put her hands behind her head and wouldn’t let go. Eventually Jessica relaxed and let Naomi kiss her. She even opened up her plump, red painted lips when she felt her roommates tongue in her mouth.

    Naomi pulled the smaller girl closer to her and their breasts touched. Jessica let herself get lost in the feeling of kissing her longtime crush and ignored the cold wetness in her pants.

    However, when Naomi started to pull of her shirt, Jessica stopped her. “W-wait. I’m all gross right now. Why are you…?” Naomi laughed.

    “I’m into the sort of thing, Jess. Urophilia. Water sports. Omorashi. Whatever you want to call it. You wetting is what turned me on in the first place.”

    “Oh! Not to be mean but that’s kind of…um….weird.” Again, Naomi laughed.

    “I know.” She whispered before she resumed taking of Jessica’s shirt.

    “Wait, wait! Shouldn’t we clean this up first?” Naomi started to get frustrated. She lifted Jessica up, bridal style, then started walking toward their room.

    “I’ll clean it up later.” she said before dumping Jess on her bed. “Now shut up and let me fuck you.” She hissed, ripping off her own shirt. A visible shudder when through Jessica at Naomi’s harshness.

    Jessica laid back on the bed and watched as the dark skinned girl peeled her wet jeans from off her pale, wet skin, revealing her soaked, pink panties. “Cute.” Naomi snickered before removing those as well. She was met with a bush of dark brown, curly pubes. She spread Jessica’s thigh to get a good look at her pussy. With one hand on Jessica’s thigh she used the other hand to spread her vagina’s lips to get a good look at the pink inside.

    Her tongue slid across Jessica’s clit which made the other girl squeak. “Sooo cute.” Naomi sighed before returning her tongue to the other girls clit making Jessica moan and arch her back. Naomi pulled her face away from Jessica’s vag but kept her hand their, rubbing her clit and fingering her.

    Instead of using her mouth to taste her cunt she decided to place it around of of Jessica’s nipples. She sucked and licked and nipped at it which made Jessica go crazy.

    The sight of Jessica underneath her, writhing in pleasure from her hands and mouth made Naomi’s panties wet. She could feel the wetness distinctly whenever she moved around too much and rubbed her legs together. She considered making Jessica 69 with her, but decided she didn’t want to push her too far. Given what she had already done it would be best to just get her off then hope she’d let her do it again.

    Jessica’s juices slicked up Naomi’s fingers. She took them out of her vagina and decided to focus only on her clit. She rubbed it vigorously, relishing in the moans that came from Jessica’s mouth. It wasn’t long before the other girl started screaming her name.

    “OH GOD Naomi I think I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming.” She started to babble nonsense. All of her words blended together as she shook from the force of her orgasm. She breathed in deeply, gasping as if Naomi had taken away all her air.

    Pulling away her wet fingers, Naomi smirked. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Jessica blushed.

    “Yeah… We should. Do this again sometime.” She suggested.

    “Gladly.”

  7. After they had detoured via the food kiosk the three women made their way to the waiting train, drinking as they went. Again they trotted along, looking through the windows for suitable accommodation.

    “This will do us,” said Denise as she spotted a young man about her own age that she thought she might stand a better chance with.

    Again they sat down in three adjacent seats opposite the young man. This time Sharon, sitting in the window seat, wet herself first, just silently releasing enough into her seat to make herself comfortable.

    As she sat down in her isle seat Tracy realised that Denise had made a mistake. The football shirt gave it all away. The only way he was going to get a hard on was if Gary Linaker boarded the train.

    Tracy thought that she might as well try so she twisted to face him, opened her legs and smiled. While he glanced Tracy’s way several times and must have caught a glimpse of her bush he was unmoved.

    Denise now took the initiative and stood up with her feet apart and released a spurt of pee. Instead of falling neatly between her feet as she had intended it jetted forwards soaking the man’s feet and ankles.

    “You disgusting cow!” He exclaimed as he got up and shook his feet and moved round to the next bay.

    “It’s always best to say hello before you pee on someone.” Said Sharon wisely.

    “Unless he’s already got his dick inside you.” Added Tracy reflecting on what Sharon had done earlier.

    To Tracy it seemed silly to waste time while there was a competition on so she got up walked down the carriage stepped into a bay and sat down. As Tracy sat down in the middle seat she kept her knees apart, ensuring that the two men sitting opposite got a good view.

    Sharon and Denise now moved down to see what Tracy was up to sitting in the opposite bay so as not to crowd her style.

    “Oooh!” Exclaimed Tracy as she noisily released a spurt of pee into her seat.

    Tracy now stood up, “Oh my god I’m wetting myself” she said and with her legs together began to pee, making a gentle hissing noise as her pee trickled down her legs.

    For about a minute Tracy stood letting her pee soak into her shoes and making a puddle on the floor as she twisted round to look at the wet patch on her seat and discretely at the two men’s crotches.

    One of the men was now shifting about uncomfortably in his seat.

    Tracy stopped peeing and sat down between the two men snuggling up close to the uncomfortable one.

    “I’m sorry, I hope I haven’t offended you” said Tracy in a pathetic voice fishing for sympathy to the man she was snuggled up to.

    “No, not at all. Accidents will happen, at least you didn’t get your ‘ankle warmers’ wet.” Said the man now smiling.

    Tracy now put her hand on the man’s crotch and unzipped his fly.

    “Fuck me.” Tracy whispered in his ear as she took his hand and pushed it into her own crotch.

    The man stood up and Tracy slid down into her seat as he knelt before her in her puddle of pee. The man’s engorged penis was now projecting from his trousers as he thrust it inside Tracy making her gasp as it entered. For two minutes he thrust away before they climaxed together, drawing the attention of the whole carriage as Tracy gasped and grunted in orgasm.

    As the man withdrew and sat back down beside Tracy, Sharon and Denise clapped. Tracy lay back and for some post coital relaxation and she peed again, this time her recumbent position ensuring that the back of her dress was soaked as she peed through her skirt into the seat.

    As the train approached Lakeside the three women prepared to leave. Tracy sat up in her seat and thanked the man for fucking her and apologised to the other man.

    “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.” She said.

    Sharon washed away the cum stains she had made on her seat with a spurt of pee and Denise released a token spurt of pee into her seat as she totted up the score in her head.

    “Granny one, Mummy one, Me none. How am I going to get fucked in Lakeside?” she thought to herself.

  8. When Mark awoke he was left with the memory of the night before and a now very wet bed. Jayne of course was nowhere to be seen. She had woken with the dawn chorus and just in time remembered that she was not in her own bed and resisted the temptation to dispose of her 'overnight' pee in the usual manner in the bed.

    Her urge to pee was as strong as ever so she quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom where she drunk down four small glasses of water. Jayne quickly penned a 'J' decorated with some 'X's on to piece of notepaper, placing it on the bedside table before leaving.

    Savouring the stickiness of the cum that would be running down her legs for the next few hours Jayne was thankful that Mark had not used a condom, her skirt, now cold and clammy on her legs, reminding her of what fun a one night stand can be if it all goes to plan.

    As she waited for the lift the pressure in Jayne’s bladder increased, not because it was full but because it was getting used to being emptied regularly. When the lift arrived Jayne resisted the urge to fill the lift because the state of her skirt would be a dead giveaway to anyone getting in. Instead Jayne left the hotel and headed straight for the adjacent park.

    At five o'clock in the morning the park can be quite pleasant and better still she was almost certain to have it to herself. Jayne sat down on a bench, sat back, stretched and peed through her dress. It was nice to be able to enjoy the first morning pee for a change. So often Jayne was still almost asleep and just peed on autopilot but today she could enjoy the feeling as the warmth flowed over her clitoris and pooled around her bottom before flowing out through the still damp silk, running between the slats of the bench and splattering in a puddle on the hard ground below.

    Jayne savoured the musky aroma for a few minutes as her warm pee steamed around her in the cool morning air before again she set off for home.

    As she walked along the almost deserted streets she held her head up high and smiled at the milkman, postman and assorted other early morning trades, completely aware of the state of her now drying dress which gave the impression of having been slept in. With the unmistakable greenish concentric pee stained patches on the back of her skirt it made her proud to be a feminine anarchist.

    When Jayne returned home her neighbour Jean was getting the milk in.

    "Good night then last night?" Enquired Jean who had seen Jayne arrive home in this unkempt condition too many times now to remember.

    "Very satisfying Jean, yes very nice indeed." Replied Jayne stopping to talk as she let out a steady stream which flowed gently down her left leg and into her left shoe accompanied by a hissing sound.

    Jean looked down to Jayne’s feet and saw the puddle appearing on the pavement but made no comment, this was not unusual but seeing Jayne perform such a brazen act of urination still made Jean’s juices flow even though her strict upbringing made her unwilling to act on it.

    As Jean’s eyes again made contact with Jayne, Jayne winked and exclaimed. "Ahhh, that feels good, such relief." As she turned to go inside, knowing that it would play on Jean’s mind that she must be missing out on something.

    Once inside Jayne went upstairs pondering how long it would be before Jean became a convert to feminine anarchy.

    In her room Jayne checked the clock and confirmed that it was still too early to go to work. She filled four large glasses with water and took them over to the settee on a tray.

    Jayne sat down and turned on the television to watch the remainder of the 05:30 breakfast news and slowly drank down the water letting the occasional spurt out as she drunk, inspired by the sticky substances still oozing out of her fanny.

    The news finished and Jayne took her empty tray of glasses over to the sink before sitting on the now dry bed to take off her shoes. Jayne stood up and removed her still damp dress and naked again she put her dress in the linen basket and went over to the wardrobe. Today was a nice warm day so Jayne chose a white flared mini skirt with large pleats, short white bra-top and a pair of white high heeled sandals.

    Jayne stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and fastened the zip, pulled on the bra top and again sat on the bottom of her bed as she put on her shoes pausing briefly between the left and right shoes to empty her bladder.

    Back into her normal routine Jayne had her breakfast and made her way to the bus stop. Today she was first at the bus stop but did not pee straight away, instead waiting for Sharron to arrive and Savouring the still increasing sticky sensation that was tingling her inner thighs right down to her knees.

    In due course Sharron arrived. Sharron was wearing a smart black suit with a knee length skirt and court shoes and was clearly much better prepared for a wetting than normal although the weather was not suited to wearing black.

    Jayne stood facing Sharron, with her legs tight together and her left knee bent slightly forward she gently opened the valve. This was the first time that Sharron had actually seen Jayne pee at the bus stop and she was quite intrigued to see the pee cascading down Jayne’s legs and over her shoes.

    Sharron had only peed either sitting down or standing with her legs apart allowing a stream to fall unimpeded between her feet. Sharron had already pre-empted the inevitable wetting that she would do at the bus stop and had spurted three times into her knickers even before she left home. Sharron was definitely in the mood to thoroughly wet herself but how?

    Sharron had just expected to stand with her legs apart and pee on the ground but Jayne did it differently, why did she let the pee run down her legs like that, it wasn't necessary. Sharron’s only memory of pee running down her legs was wetting herself when she was younger, the dread as the pee ran down her legs as she held her legs tight together with her hand wedged firmly in her crotch trying to stem the flow.

    Jayne was smiling so she must be enjoying the sensation. It could do no harm to try so Sharron stood facing Jayne, Jayne’s flow still continuing.

    With her legs tight together Sharron began to pee, a single spurt at first just moistening her knickers again before the flow started properly, first down her left leg running behind her knee then down both legs quickly filling her shoes.

    "Morning Sharron." Said Jayne, her gentle flow continuing to trickle down her legs.

    "Good morning Jayne, It does feel good to just let the pee run down my legs, the way it caresses my thighs, ooooooh! It didn't feel like that before when I wet myself by accident." Said Sharron.

    "It does feel good, that’s why more and more women are giving up using toilets for peeing, there's just no point in messing about going to the loo just to miss out on such wonderful sensations." Replied Jayne as her flow began to subside.

    "however do you stop people seeing your wet knickers with a skirt that short?" Enquired Sharron.

    Jayne reached down to the hem of her pleated mini skirt and lifted it up to show Sharron that she did not wear anything under her skirt to cover her abundant bush.

    "It's easy." Said Jayne. "If you don't wear knickers no-one will see them wet, if someone gets a glimpse up my skirt they might think that I am wearing black knickers or a G-string unless I want them to see that I am bare."

    Sharron was dumfounded, she always wore much longer skirts and was constantly aware that she was inadvertently flashing her invariably white knickers all the time. It was something else to try, but she would have to forego the constant stimulation that her damp gusset gave her, perhaps it would be compensated for by the increased number of opportunities that would be available to her if she did not have to worry about wet knickers.

    Sharron began to count the number of times that she had wanted to wet herself but had declined because wet knickers would have caused a problem. At least today she was wearing her black suit; in this heat she would be glad of the constant dampness in her skirt to keep her cool.

    The End

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    Edward and Mustang….

    No matter how you put it, the situation never tended to turn out. Perhaps though with Hughes to keep them occupied with pictures of his daughter they would at least be distracted enough to be civil.

    “Hey Edward look! I think I may have found someone shorter then you!” Mustang exclaimed happily while pointing at a picture of Elisa. He received a halfhearted glare from Hughes.

    Then again maybe not… Riza sighed and glanced over at the state alchemist in question. She was fully prepared for him to start his little rant but then…. He didn’t respond. This worried Riza so she did the first thing he woman’s instincts told her to do.

    “Hey Edward are you feeling ok?” Riza inquired. Ed seemed a little tense, scared even. That wasn’t an emotion you saw on Edward’s face period.

    “Fine” Edward said shortly. He was staring out the train compartment window while the scenery passed in a colorful blur. Seemingly trying to get whatever was on his mind off his mind.

    At this point Hughes and Riza were defiantly concerned. Mustang seemed nothing more than a little annoyed at his lack of response but stayed quiet sensing the tension in the room.

    Edward was at a loss. He was unsure of what to do in his predicament. He desperately wanted Al to be here with him but Mustang insisted that it was better he go alone. Al would know what to do.

    Ed was oblivious to the stares that were fixed on him as he continued to think up solutions to his ever more pressing issue. He was only twelve dammit but he refused to ask because if he did he would be acting like a child not a soldier. Soldiers didn’t have accidents. Soldiers held it until they were allowed to go.

    Right at that moment Mustang stood and walked over to the door of the compartment. “I’m going to get some coffee.” Mustang announced “Does anybody else want some?”

    The Cornel glanced around the compartment receiving nods from Riza, Hughes and a reluctant nod from the evermore desperate Fullmetal alchemist.

    The door to the compartment slid shut with a click.

    “Ok Ed, spill it. What’s the matter with you?” Hughes said. His arms were crossed and his voice demanding.

    “Nothing I’m fine!” Edward’s tone was snappish as he talked with his superior. It was at that moment Riza decided to step in.

    “Major Elric! There is no reason for that kind of attitude. We all know you have something on your mind why won’t you just tell us?” Riza asked.

    “I already told you I’m…” The train suddenly hit a bump causing Edward to softly gasp and squeeze his crotch with his human hand. A blush crept onto his face because both Riza and Maes Hughes realized then what the matter was.

    Hughes spoke first.

    “Ed why didn’t you tell us you needed the bathroom before we left the station?”

    Riza glared pointedly at Edward patiently waiting for his response. Edward’s face went slack and he paled. The compartment floor suddenly became very interesting.

    Hughes crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows urging the young prodigy for his answer. Edward raised his eyes to look at the two adults across from him and began.

    “I was too embarrassed… I was afraid it would make me seem childish. And if I seemed childish then the military would take back my certification and then I wouldn’t be able to get Al’s body back and and….” At this point Ed was beginning to panic and his breathing was becoming erratic which did little for his already overly full bladder.

    “Edward! Eddy! Calm down its ok.” Riza immediately jumped into action to soothe the young boy.

    The compartment door clicked marking the entrance of the highly confused Roy Mustang.

    “Fullmetal are you ok?” Roy was now concerned. What the heck had happened while he was getting coffee?

    Roy placed the four cups on the small table by the door and walked over to Edward who out of the blue regained all of his composure.

    “You heard me the first time Mustang. I said I was fine.” Ed snarled at his superior officer. In a desperate attempt to try and regain any of the pride he had left.

    “No you’re not and I know it. You should never lie to a superior officer Elric.” Mustang growled.

    Edward shrunk under the scrutinizing gaze of Mustang. His cheeks flushed and he winced as he felt a strong twinge in his bladder.

    “Tell me Edward, what could have possibly made you feel the need to lie to me.” Mustang crossed his arms and knitted his eyebrows at the young alchemist.

    Edward gasped suddenly as his overextended bladder decided it would be a good idea to answer for him. The audible hiss of the young alchemists pee escaping its binds was shocking to everyone in the compartment even Edward.

    “No….” Edward whined it protest trying to stop the flow of urine drenching his jeans. Mustang’s eyes were glued to the darkening jeans of the protégée. Two minutes later the Fullmetal alchemist finished his wet much to the shock of his older colleges. His boots were full of piss and the red carpet was drenched from the seat to the floor of the compartment. Edward shivered at the overwhelming relief.

    “Never hold it that long again Edward.” Mustang said wide eyed and slightly disturbed at the small boy’s capacity.

    Riza and Hughes were dumbstruck. They had never seen a soldier wet themselves before least of all Edward.

    The train pulled to a stop and Edward groaned. He pulled off his boots to empty them of his piss and dumped them out onto the compartment floor all the while saying. “We are to never speak of this again”

    Together Edward, Riza, Roy and Hughes made the walk of shame through the terminal while everyone gazed at the little alchemist’s accident.

    From that day forward Edward always wore leather pants because he knew if he ever had an accident again at least it wouldn’t show too bad.

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    When Dani first started working for Starlight Media and Imaging Distribution she wasn't sure how this particular job would work out. Fresh out of college with a liberal arts degree, marketing and public relations were as far off her radar as possible. You see, Dani was going to be an editor for a major publishing company.

    The thought of becoming the next great author's editor gave Dani life during those ridiculous all nighters in undergrad. She would have a wonderfully spacious upper floor office, pungent with the smell of well turned pages. There upon her desk would be the life's work of some unfound author desperately praying for the yes she would offer. Yeap, she was going to do amazing things!

    Unfortunately, reality has a way of waylaying the most stalwart of individuals and Dani couldn't find a teaching post let alone an editorial position. So she did what any girl in her position would do. She had her father pull strings to get her a job. The tiny cubical would have to suffice until she found her true life's work.

    Dani sat down at her desk after coming from her lunch break. She had spent her 45 minute break with a couple of her girlfriends at a quaint soup and salad bar close to her job. The three friends hadn't seen each other in such a long time and played catching up the majority of the time. Dani barely had enough time to eat and she surely had forgotten to use the ladies room. Just as she was rising from her desk to ease the slight twinge in her bladder, her boss, Timothy Blanche, called her in to his office.

    Mr. Timothy Blanche, the C.E.O and founder of Starlight Media and Imaging Distribution was a very austere and sometimes clinical man. He saw life in black and white. Grey tones and color palates only existed in the promotional pamphlets he distributed for his clients. In his mind, one either did a good job or a bad one and because a good job was always expected, one incapable of competence, no longer worked for Timothy Blanch. As terrible as he sounds, he wasn't quite that bad and his employees respected Mr. Blanche immensely. In spite of his strict and structured office environment, he was always fair minded and was sure to show his thanks for the hard work in the form of a yearly Christmas bonus.

    As Dani made her way through the intricate labyrinth of cubicals, her fellow employees looked after her in silent confusion for Dani was one of Mr. Blanches bests.

    Dani sat in perplex silence and Mr. Blanche regarded her with steal grey unwavering eyes. "Dani, we have a problem.", Mr. Blanche said gravely.

    Dani shifted uncomfortably in her set. "What's wrong Mr. Blanche?", Dani asked.

    "Alexia Flanary has taken ill and will not be able to attend the Franklin Media and Imaging Corporate Conference in Vega. We've decided to send you. The flight leaves in an hour and a half.", Mr. Blanche deadpaned.

    As Mr. Blanche proceeded to explain that because the flight was leaving so soon, Dani would receive a corporate credit card to purchase all her necessities, Dani's head spun. She had never been to Vegas, neither had she ridden a plane and she was about to take one first class no less!

    Mr. Blanche's eyes softened for a fraction a moment, as he spoke, "Dani, you're a wonderful employee. I wasn't sure when I hired you. You are extremely young, but you've proven me wrong. I expect you to handle yourself appropriately; however, I do want you to enjoy yourself."

    With a bright smile across her face, Dani promised she would do her best. And at that, Dani was hustled from Mr. Blanche's office to a waiting car below.

    Dani had settled down into the luxurious leather seats of the car speeding toward the airport, when her bladder began a small incessant reminder that a bathroom visit would be in order soon. Dani acknowledged the reminder, but was confident that she would have time to use the ladies room before the flight left.

    Oh how wrong she was. As soon, as the car breaked, Dani hurtled out of the car and was herded through the lines of the check stations. Mr. Blanche had had the foresight to call ahead to ask for a delay of the flight - much to the frustration and disgust of the pilot - however, this still did not prevent Dani from having to go through searches. By the time she had gone through the proper TSA protocol, the flight had been delayed 40 minutes.

    While being raced through the terminal in an airport cart by a TSA agent, Dani eyed a restroom.

    "Sir, let me stop by the ladies room. I'll be very quick.", Dani beseeched.

    "Absolutely, not! You've already delayed the flight 40 minutes Ma'am.", the TSA agent replied curtly.

    Upon seeing the devastated look on Dani's face, the agent lightened his tone and said empathetically, "Once the plane had leveled, you can use the washroom on board the plane."

    Dani, nodded curtly and squeezed her thighs together. She wasn't in danger of wetting herself right then, but she had to find a restroom soon or things would not be good.

    Finally, Dani made it to the plane and found her seat. A few of the passengers, not happy at being delayed, made faces and a few grumbles could be heard, but Dani didn't care, she on her way to Vegas!

    The flight attendants positioned them selves for easy viewing of the passengers and began their safety demonstrations. As Dani watched and memorized where the emergency exits were, she began to wonder if she would make it to the restroom. Back tracking her last liquid intakes versus her last visit to the bathroom, she hadn't been to the ladies room since 8:00 am and it was 1:00 pm! Two cups of coffee, one bottle of water, and more water at lunch had compiled and it was threatening to evacuate.

    Dani began to think, there was no way she hadn't been to the bathroom since this morning. But as she went over her day, she recalled she had opted to not have a mid-morning break so she could have more time at lunch. Since that was her usual time to visit the ladies room, she had missed out. She and her girlfriends had spent the entire time talking so none of them had visited the ladies room. She had attempted to go to the ladies room but was waylaid by the impromptu meeting with Mr. Blanche. From there, she had been swept away to the plane. She literally, hadn't been to the restroom in over five hours! Thank goodness the flight was leveling off, Dani thought. Now if only the seat belt sign would go off, she grumbled to herself.

    Moments later, the light dinged off and Dani unbuckled her belt and began to make her way to the washroom. About midway down the aisle, the plane hit a pocket of turbulence causing the plane to bump and shake violently. The unexpected movement caused Dani to loose footing. Managing to barely keep herself upright, a squirt of warm pee escaped into her grey bikini panties. An involuntary gasp escaped Dani and she attempted to forge ahead to the washroom.

    She would not pee herself! She would not pee herself! She repeated to herself. A few feet from the washroom, Dani could almost image the relief, but just as she was about to step toward the door a flight attendant stopped her.

    "Ma'am could you please return to your seat. The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign."

    Dani, almost screamed! Just as Dani was about to open her mouth to express her dire need the captain came over the intercom and said that for the rest of the flight the passengers would have to remain seated. He had received word from the control tower that turbulence was expected for the remaining 30 minutes of the flight.

    In a daze, Dani slowly made her way back to her seat. She couldn't believe this! She should have forced the issue and just explained that she needed to go, but what good was it now? She had already sat down.

    Flipping through the inflight magazine, Dani clutched her thighs together. Slightly concerned she would wet the back of her blue skirt with the wet spot in her now slightly damp panties, she sat on top of one of her feet. Pressing the heel of her foot into her over worked pee hole helped a lot, so she finished the magazine and was overjoyed when the captain came over the loud speaker to note that they were landing.

    Because she was in first class, she knew she would be able to leave first. So once the plane had been attached to the landing dock, Dani popped up from her seat and immediately sat back down. Wave after wave of pee had descended down onto her pee hole and had threatened to escape. She barely had controlled it, squirting into her panties again at the quick movement. Clutching her thighs together and pressing her left leg into her other leg, Dani managed to grab her purse from the upper hutch. Walking briskly with a slight twist to accommodate her now clutched thighs, Dani walked off the plane and found that Mr. Blanche had asked for a car to pick her up straight from the airport landing strip.

    Unable to believe her luck or misfortune, Dani slid into the dark and silent back interior of the car. Almost immediately, Dani grabbed her throbbing pee hole and pushed in with everything she had. She had begun to leak and her panties were soaked through. Trying to salvage her skirt, she hiked the blue flair skirt up around her waist and pressed deeper into her withering vagina. Steadily squirming, she wondered how in the world she had managed to do this to herself.

    The drive to the hotel was only five minutes, but to Dani, it seemed a lifetime. Once the car stopped, Dani slowly edged out of the car and walked with bent knees and hunched back to a waiting bellman. She knew she looked like she was close to wetting herself and was thoroughly ashamed. Tears began to stream down Dani's face as another squirt of pee escaped from her crossed legs. Seeing what was obvious a woman very desperate for the bathroom, the bellman escorted her around a back corridor to the service elevators.

    Understanding that the bellman was trying to save her the humiliation of having to walk through the busy lobby of the hotel, Dani gave up all pretense and raised her skirt so she could grab and hold her steady leaking vagina.

    The bellman trying to be discrete and not watch the obviously struggling woman, couldn't help himself. Her plight was vastly becoming a problem for him to prevent from showing through his form fitting dress slacks.

    Exiting the elevator first and leading her to her room literally just around the corner from the elevator, the bellman walked in front of Dani and began to lead her into her room but not before she noticed the large bulge in the front of his pants. Was he enjoying this? She wondered as several rivers of pee snaked there way down Dani's legs. Dani struggled a little more more for effect but there was nothing for it, she was peeing.

    Pee gushed from her sopping wet vagina and puddled around her yellow baby doll shoes. Closing her eyes and feeling the orgasmic relief, Dani began to move slow deliberate circles around her engorged clitoris. Faster and faster until short breathy gasps were involuntarily coming from her, Dani massaged her clit through her now dark grey panties. Completely forgetting about the bellman, Dani collapsed to her knees into the large puddle of pee as her first orgasms racked her body.

    Coming down from her orgasmic high, Dani belatedly remembered the bellman. Dani slowly opened her eyes to find the bellman with his eyes closed with his hand clutched around his unfurled penis, pumping for all his worth.

    Pulling her panties down her legs, she began to walk toward the bellman.

    What happens in Vegas, right? Dani thought as she knelt in front of the bellman....

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    I originally posted this story at another board that I am a member at. I know this is a story focusing on a male but the board that is to do with males peeing. I shall post the link to the site. Sorry for the censoring but at the board that this story was orginally posted it needed to have it. Hope people enjoy it.

    James was studying hard for is end of term exams which were the next day at 11am. He was so engrossed in his studying that he hadn't realised the time (it was 4am). So he thought he better get some sleep.

    The sun was shining and James woke up and turned over to look at his bedside clock, and saw it said 10:30am. He thought crap didn't I set my alarm? He got up threw some clothes on (Jeans and a T-shirt since it was hot outside), grabbed his rucksack, an apple and some water then ran out of his apartment.

    On his way to the university he was thinking he wished he had peed before he left the house since he was already needing to go (he didnt' have time to have his morning pee). He thought he would have time to pee before going into his exam. Whilst walking/running to his university he had forgotton that there was construction work on 10th Avenue (the route he usually took) so had to go down 11th. He arrived at the university at 10:50am and knew he wouldn't have time to use the bathroom. He went up to the exam hall registered then found heis place and sat down.

    The exam began at 11am and was scheduled to finish at 1pm. James started the exam and forgot about his need to pee until he heard the invigulator say you have 1 hour left. He then felt twinges in his bladder reminding him that he still needed to pee. James though it's fine I can go after the exam has finished. 1pm came and the exam was over. He was glad since the urge to pee was getting more intense. During the exam James had finished his water (500ml) since he didnt wan't to get dehydrated.

    He was exiting the exam hall and saw Emma waiting outside for him. Emma asked 'where would you like to go for lunch?' (He had forgotton he had agreed to meet Emma for lunch). James said to Emma 'I don't mind but first I have to pee.' Emma replied and said I am really hungry go at where we have lunch.' James groaned and reluctently said 'ok.' They both decided to go to Subway for lunch. As they were walking his urge to pee was getting desperate but thought I am ok I will make it. 10 minutes passed by and his urge to pee was getting really desperate. He had been chatting to Emma about how the exam was then went quiet. Emma asked if he was ok, James hissed 'I am f***ing dying to pee and not sure how much longer I can hold it.' Since it was so public there was no where he could pee. He was grabbing his d*ck desperately trying not to wet himself. He carried on walking then suddenly stopped as pee spurted into his jeans so he grabbed his d*ck again to try and stop it. He somehow managed to stop himself from completely peeing. But there was a golf ball sized wet spot on his jeans. James knew that he wouldn't make it much longer. So started walking faster hoping he would be able to make it. Then the dam broke and he just started peeing full force no matter how hard he tried to stop he couldn't. He peed for what seemed like ages but in reality was only like 1 minute. His jeans were completely soaked. Emma saw this then gave him a hug and whispered in his ear ' that was so hot'. They decided that they couldn't go to subway for lunch so went back to James's apartment for lunch. But when they got there they just both had hard s*x since they were both so turned on.

    -The end-

    I am still new at writing stories so I am sure the will be room for improvement but I hope everyone enjoyed it. icon_biggrin.gif

  9. It tasted so good. It was like a sweet nectar to a bee. Not only was he easy on the eyes, with his well-toned and muscular body, he knew how to please a girl.

    Nikki paused from her drinking, “Jason...” she whispered.

    “Ah... oh my...” he stuttered.

    “You are the hottest, most exotic man I have seen in a long time. And I thank you for spending the night with me.”

    Jason’s began to lift his arm. He grabbed the girl’s bare shoulder with all the strength he could muster.

    Nikki grinned, “I’ve had a lot of fun tonight. You’re good in bed!” She took his hand off her shoulder and placed it back down. Gently, and erotically, she moved off the left side of his neck, and began kissing him on the right. Her hands moved across his chest, and over his shoulders. His flesh, so smooth... she began to lick him, letting the sensations tickle her tongue with each stroke.

    Then her pleasured grin turned. Two sharp fangs showed themselves, and Nikki bit into the man’s neck again, piercing that carotid artery. Warm blood flowed into her mouth like from a water fountain. Every last drop she could get, she sucked out of the man. A few staggered breaths came out of him, and then all those finely honed muscles went limp, and Nikki let the lifeless body fall onto the bed.

    She looked up to the ceiling, licking her lips and smiling evilly, and sighed in contentment. “That waitress wasn’t kidding when she said you were ‘delicious,’ Jason.” Nikki’s fangs glimmered in the moonlight, dripping with fresh blood. “Shouldn’t get in bed with kids though. That’s just creepy.”

    She hopped off of his hips and onto the floor. It was a sick game she played with men. Seducing them into falling in love with a twelve year-old girl, luring them into bed and then feeding on them relentlessly. She was a predator, and they were the prey. On top of getting horny from time to time, what else was a vampire girl supposed to do?

    She grabbed her panties off of the bed and took one last look at her “lover.” If only for a second, Nikki felt her heart sink, as she looked into the eyes of the man; the eyes that stared into nothing. Was it pity? After almost two centuries of hunting people, could she suddenly be feeling remorse?

    “Nah.” Nikki shook her head. “I’m going to use your shower, Jason, you got my chest all messy.” The remote pang of regret vanished as quickly as it came. The slender red-head girl turned back around into the bathroom and shut the door.

    ____

    Nikki stared up into the stars as she sat against the building. Her thoughts filled again with the same emotions from Jason’s apartment. Why was she feeling this way? It was the same thing every day! How come this time was so different? Nikki began hitting her head with her palm.

    “Come on! Get ahold of yourself!” she whispered.

    Faces began to race through her mind. Jason was there... and... James, Caden, Brianna, Josh, Mike, Angela... Jessica. Every single one a victim of her hedonistic lifestyle. Every single one dead because she thought her happiness was the only thing that mattered.

    Why go on like this? To cause suffering on such a scale? This wasn’t life, and Nikki knew it. As a silvery team began to roll down her cheek, she smashed the titanium wall behind her with her fist, leaving a small dent. She slowly sank to the ground, and buried her face in her hands.

    “What? Check it out, man! Look at 'dis lil’ chick!”

    Nikki looked up to see two teens in dark clothing standing over her.

    “Not bad looking for a girl your age!” the one on the left said.

    “Yeah, you should come home with us!” the right one added.

    Nikki raised an eyebrow. Her emotions in a maelstrom of chaos, she was in no mood to indulge a few pedophiles. She rose to her feet, her fists and jaw clenched, her eyes filled with fire, “I’m going to give you one chance to leave...” she growled.

    The two boys laughed. “You’re scarin’ us? Girl, look.” The right one pulled out a 15 cm switchblade, and he grinned and patted his chest.

    “That’s it!” Nikki yelled. Before anyone could react, Nikki had already kicked the left one in the shin. A loud, spine-shivering snap echoed through the street as the teen feel to the ground, clutching his inverted leg and screaming in pain. His counterpart regained his senses, and lunged at Nikki with his blade. Like catching a ball, she grabbed his wrist as it came her way, twisted it in a full three-sixty, and delivered an open-palmed uppercut square to his jaw. Another snap! sounded, the teen flew backwards and crashed into the ground, his head angled in way a human head shouldn’t be.

    Nikki glared at the other one, her crimson eyes pulsating with anger. The boy was filled with fear, his pants soaked around the groin. As fast as he could, he crawled away from the angered vampire.

    “I’ve seen enough death for one day...” Nikki mumbled, and she let her adversary escape. She looked over at the body of the one she killed and sighed loudly. “I gotta pee...”

    ____

    “Is this a joke!?” She yelled. Every door on the block was outfitted with one of those new “Super Mag locks.” When she got to last door on the block, Nikki didn’t care who saw. She summoned as much of her strength as she could, and delivered a swift kick to the center of the door.

    Nothing more than a dent.

    Nikki howled in frustration and grabbed her crotch. “Please have an open door, I’ve been holding it all night!” She squeezed herself and looked around frivolously. The sky and clouds were quickly going from dark blue to a subtle pink. Sunrise was imminent. Yet, no one was around still. Quickly, the girl unbuttoned her jeans and proceeded to slide them down her legs. She squatted down and began to let go...

    “Whoa! What are you doing!?” A voice sounded behind her.

    “Oh, sh-!” Nikki rose and pulled her pants up just as she peed. A good sized spurt spilled into her pants and created a long wet spot.

    “What the hell!?” The man behind her asked.

    “Nothing!”

    The man was just about to confront her, but he blinked. And that was all it took. Within the split second that he closed and open his eyes, the red-haired girl was gone.

    Nikki dashed at top speed down the street, feeling herself leak more every few steps. “God, if you’re out there, cut me some damn slack!” She reached the end of the street when the sun finally peaked over the green hill tops. Nikki screamed in agony as her skin began to burn, white puffs of smoke filled the air around her. On instinct, she shot over to her right like a plasma bolt and crashed through the door there, tripping, and rolling across the floor. She quickly got up and looked around. “Flop house.” she stated.

    “Welcome to the Hearthill motel!” a mechanical voice said behind her. Nikki turned to see a one-and-a-half meter tall automaton. “How may I assist you today?”

    Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Uh... your door busted.”

    “Thank you for informing me! I will let my superiors know at once! Is there anything else I-”

    “Bathroom. Now.”

    “On the second floor, third hallway, to your right.”

    Nikki tried a speed burst, but the sun had sapped her strength. It was harder now more than ever to hold it, it was like she was carrying a lead ball in her bladder. She ran up the stairs and made her way to the women’s bathroom. She hit the button but the door did not open. A little panel on it read, “occupied.”

    Nikki’s eyes widened in fury. She banged on the door. “Out now! I’m gonna pee myself!”

    “I’m almost done! Wait!” a woman’s voice came from the other side.

    Nikki put her head on the door as she held her crotch tightly. “I’m not waiting, get out now or I’ll eat you!”

    “What!?”

    Nikki squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Her bladder muscles had failed, and only sheer will was keeping her urine at bay.

    “Rrrreeeaaaarrrggghhh!!!!” Nikki began to sweat. “Out.... nowwwwww....”

    “Wait!!”

    “FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Nikki yelled.

    It began with a small spurt. Then a large spurt, then a rapid flurry of spurts, followed by a full on stream. Nikki tried to get things under control but her body wouldn’t obey. Spraying noises could be heard from inside her pants as the seat of her jeans began to darken, with the dark spots expanding downward against her legs. Fluid began dripping from the edges of her pants’ legs, creating a quickly growing puddle under her.

    Nikki glared up at the ceiling as she peed in her clothing. “Fine. I suppose I deserve it after today.”

    The door to the bathroom finally opened, and the woman gasped as she stepped in the urine puddle. “Oh my! You... you just peed all over the floor!!”

    Nikki grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt and pulled it down to her face. She looked the woman straight in the eye. “Give. Me. Your. Pants. Now.”

  10. Alex shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably, keeping his eyes on the hills surrounding the eastern guard tower. Behind him, he could hear Azores doing the same. Their job was to keep their eyes on the barren, albeit hilly, plains surrounding the city of Xandra.

    But of course! You have not heard of Xandra before, have you? Alas, the tales of Alex, Mona, Azores and Icezom have long been lost in the abyss of forgotten stories. In that case, where should I begin...?

    Many long years ago, a certain man, King Gratien Draiocht, sought to expand his empire to those of the ancient species of Michegal. The elves, dwarves, draegonae, goblins, orcs and trolls, were all in danger due to his greed. He created massive armies whose sole purpose was to wipe out the majority of these species, and take leadership of their respective domains.

    Now, the King never had the best relationships with these species, but there were some people in the kingdom that did. The magii — mages, magic-users — had much better relationships with the other species. This was due in no small part to the fact that the magii weren’t as easily accepted by the general population, thus they had a basis of common interests: to be accepted.

    And thus, the magii were quite opposed to this regime. Draiocht, of course, was irritated by this, and did the only thing he knew how to do. He waged war upon the magii.

    Battles were fought, and the magii prevailed. Luckily for them, ageing wasn’t as acute a problem as it was for Draiocht’s forces. You see, the magic in a mage’s blood slowed the process of ageing. The more a mage uses magic, the longer they live, up to a maximum of about fifteen hundred years, of course.

    The irony of it all is that Draiocht himself is a mage. His near immortality erases all doubt of it.

    Now, Yanli Bepeic is the leader of the resistance. Under his command are Icezom Kamin, Eslam Dionite, and Mona Socreates. Under Mona Socreates stands Alex Jayson. Alex is one of the most powerful magii the world has seen in an age. But we’ll come to that later.

    “What’s our time?” Alex heard Azores mutter.

    Alex glanced at the moon, just having risen over the western horizon.

    “’Tis not even one bell past sunset,” he replied, shifting his weight again.

    “Ugh. What a perfect situation we find ourselves in; am I right?” The werewolf asked him.

    “No kidding,” Alex muttered. Ah yes, I forgot to mention, Azores can see the tenor of a person’s thoughts. It helps in diplomatic envoys, and helps him know when someone is keeping something secret. Not all wolves can, mind, though each have their strong points.

    This situation that Azores mentioned – see, as a watcher in the guard towers, you cannot stray from your post for even the smallest amount of time. Especially not in a city the size of Xandra. This makes for some interesting circumstances, such as this one. The lack of any ‘facilities’ in the guard towers is troubling. At least, to those who forget about their shift and do not think to make use of an available privy before their time.

    So found Alex and Azores in the tower barely two bells into their shift. I should probably mention also, that the term ‘bell’ is derived from every fifteen degrees the sun or moon moves after it parts the horizon. It’s an archaic form of measuring time, but used often in cities for keeping the passage of time for the guards’ shifts.

    This being their first time as tower guards, they had not known of the strict rules of the tower until it was too late. So as they kept watch over their sectors, they also kept hold over their bladders. Now you see why Alex has been fidgeting? Well, not to say that Azores hasn’t been either, but I only mentioned that in passing.

    Two bells passed, and the situation hadn’t gotten any better. It had, however, gotten worse, as things like that tend to do. In his corner, Azores was growling to himself softly, his eyes still on his sector, and the remainder of him shuffling around restlessly.

    Alex, meanwhile, had found a place where he could lean against the wall, and still see his entire sector. So there he stood, legs crossed, relentlessly shifting positions, bright aqua eyes sweeping the western horizon. It wasn’t long before he gave a sharp intake of breath and moaned quietly.

    “A-Azores?”

    “Mhm?”

    “What’s our time now, do you know?”

    “Three bells in, almost, and three left to endure,” he replied, shuffling his feet uncomfortably before bursting out “I hate being in a human body! Hate it! This body is weak! Even the most basic things are pain—aah!” Azores scrunched up his face, doubling over, and clenching his fists at the knees of his winter clothing. “Painful,” he finished quietly.

    Alex stared. Not only was Azores admitting weakness, but over a reason as small as this?

    “We’re in the same situation, Azores. Don’t worry about it,” Alex said, walking over, his legs pressed together tightly.

    And so, more time passed, with both Alex and Azores showing their ever-increasing signs of desperation. Alex bounced in place, clenching his fists, and longing to grab his crotch, but no! Not in front of Azores! Speaking of whom, Azores had shifted from Alex’s line of sight, resting his back upon the glass wall of the massive yellow lamp in the center of the tower. It was a lot hotter then he’d like, but it wasn’t painfully so. So there he stood, one leg crossed over the other, and being out of sight of Alex, and in a relatively quiet, hidden place, he was able to tightly grip the front of his royal-blue guard’s uniform when he felt he had no other choice.

    Finally, just as Mona Socreates had predicted, something happened. In the east, Azores’ side of the tower, lights began to pop up. From whence they came, with a sharper ear, the whinnying of horses and the steady pounding of many hooves could be heard. Riders, cloaked in black, disguised in the night, were converging upon Xandra.

    Draiocht’s forces had come.

    “Alex!” Azores shouted, turning quickly toward him, only to find him bent double, his clenched fists on his thighs. He payed it no heed. “Alert our forces, they come from the east, sheathed in the night!”

    Alex snapped straight, his predicament forgotten in his concern for his brethren. “Aye! Make ready our armour and swords! I shall be back quickly!”

    With that, he jumped for the stairs and started down, two at a time. The jouncing reawakened his need however, and he bit his lip, finally grabbing himself. He could not slow!

    The floor Alex had been on was one hundred feet up, eighty-four stairs, spiralling to the ground below. Alex covered these in less than a minute. When he got to the bottom, he leaned against the wall, counting his breaths, until he regained complete control. After seven breaths, he took his hand off his crotch again, and burst from the tower, sprinting towards the east barracks.

    “They come from the east! Cloaked in the night!” Alex shouted as he shot through the doors of the barracks. “Draiocht’s forces have come!”

    The room was silent for a split second before Mona Socreates, dressed in her white robes, shouted out “Make ready the defences! Man the towers! Prepare for battle!”

    “Alex,” she quickly said, turning towards him. “Get back to the tower, get your equipment, and return here as quickly as you can. Drag Azores along with you, if you will,” she then turned, and started shouting orders to the rest of the forces, but Alex had already ran from the barracks.

    Back at the tower, Azores had laid Alex’s armour on the table, and transformed into his taller, stronger werewolf form. At that, he donned his own armour, and strapped his sword to himself. His bladder was no longer a problem, in this form.

    Alex sprinted back through the door as Azores put on his helmet, and immediately started pulling his armour on. “Mona needs us out there; she will send more up to relieve us here.”

    Ironic word to use. “Aye. When you’re ready, we head to the barracks.”

    “Alex, Azores! Quickly, you’re with me. I need all of my best fighters on the battlefield,” Mona shouted to them, waving them over to her place at the gates, with the majority of the city’s forces. “We meet them head on, and drive them back towards the river.”

    “Aye,” Alex said, feeling the familiar and welcome coldness of his own power take control of his mind and body.

    With that, the gates opened, and the forces rushed through, onto the plains before Xandra. Draiocht’s forces could now be clearly seen marching forward, their numbers high in the thousands. The front lines were riders, the ranks behind mere swordsmen, and in the back were their rangers.

    Mona murmured something incoherent, and the bows of her archers glowed a bright purple colour.

    “Archers! FIRE!” She barked, raising her staff.

    As one, four hundred arrows sprang from their owners bows, and showered down over the front lines of the enemy, just as they began to speed up. Even from here, Mona’s forces could see many of the riders fall from their mounts, their horses rearing back and faltering as they stumbled over the bodies of their masters. The remaining hundred riders only redoubled their speed and pressed on.

    “Archers! Take aim and remove those remaining from my sight!” Mona shouted.

    And they did. The riders, one hundred strong (or thereabouts) fell, and their horses were scared off. The rest of Draiocht’s forces marched relentlessly towards the smaller resistance force, but even outnumbered, the resistance knew that they were making a horrid mistake.

    For at this moment, as the last of the riders fell, Yanli Bepeic and the rest of the Xandra magii had appeared behind the force from Draiocht, and immediately started pushing them towards the rest.

    “Archers, fire at will! Magii, swordsmen, FORWARD! Drive these bastards to the river!” came the call from Mona. As one, the resistance drew their swords and yelled.

    Alex drew the sword from his right side, and held it diagonally towards the ground to his left. Then, with the rest of the forces, he ran forwards, casting a shield charm in front of him as he did, to protect from arrows.

    Draiocht’s forces panicked, and took the only exit they had, just as Mona had predicted. Some of them surrendered on the spot, and were stunned by Bepeic’s magii. The rest retreated towards the river, some running pell-mell towards the water.

    Mona’s forces were faster, and crashed into the ranks of swordsmen with wild abandon, slashing the enemies down and firing enchanted arrows to the ranks further back. But Draiocht’s forces weren’t completely useless, either. With skill that could only have been orders issued by a captain, Mona’s forces were pushed before them to the river. From behind, Bepeic’s force still fought, bright lights flashing and reflecting off of shields and swords being deflected by other swords. Alex’s bladder throbbed painfully in warning, as he registered the sound of the river, growing louder, millions of gallons of water flowing by every second. A thin stream of pee was released into Alex’s pants, against his will, and before he could stop it. For three seconds, it flowed, before Alex was able to stop it, feeling the wetness on the front of his pants, the size of a goblet.

    Alex started and held his dwarf-make faradain metal sword at the ready as one of the larger men of the King came towards him, swinging his two-handed sword wildly. Alex caught it, and pushed the giant sword back, but in a moment of unbalance, the larger man kicked him down.

    With a cry, Alex fell backwards down the hill, onto the beach at the inner meander of the river. Dazed, his head in the sand, and the loud rush of the river in his ears, he felt warmth spreading through his pants. Quickly, with his unarmed hand, he gripped his crotch as hard as he could and managed to stop the flow, just as the large man came to him again.

    “That’s right, let yourself go,” he laughed, leering at the desperate mage. With a roar, he raised his sword again, and began to swing in for the killing blow. With a cry, Alex flipped back on his hands, and onto his feet, as the sword crashed to the sand where he had been only milliseconds before. At that, Alex brought his own sword in, and slashed a deep gash in the man’s chest. He growled, and dragged his own sword up out of the sand.

    Alex’s bladder burned horribly now, and his already damp pants egged him to continue. He couldn’t do anything to help him hold it now, though; with the giant of a man baring his teeth at him, standing in the darkening sand, his own blood trailing its way down his torso and dripping to the ground.

    Again, Alex stepped in, too fast for the man to react to, and slashed a gash perpendicular to the other. Slipping around his back, as the man growled loudly, trying to turn to face him, Alex delivered his own killing blow. His sword sang oddly in the air as he stabbed, the blade sinking like a hot knife in butter into the man’s back.

    With a gurgling noise, he fell to the sand, and Alex pulled his sword back out. That was the end of it for his bladder, though.

    With a quiet, but ever-increasing hiss, his bladder released itself. The crotch of Alex’s royal-blue pants darkened, and trails of pee snaked their way down the legs, into the sand, and down towards the river. His hard-as-stone bladder began to loosen, and relief flooded his mind. There he stood, leaning on his sword, gasping breaths as he wet his pants. For nearly a minute, the warmth flowed from him, before it slacked off, and trickled to a stop.

    Alex squeezed his eyes shut shamefully, before barely audibly whispering “Tepido sico.” His pants quickly dried, and warmed up, and Alex stepped out of the puddle he’d created.

    But he couldn’t stay—he still had a job to do. With a hiss of annoyance, he sprinted back up the slope—only to nearly be bowled over by Draiocht’s forces coming that way. He brought his sword to the ready, just as the forces reached him.

    Azores swung his broad, double sided axe again, and beheaded another of Draiocht’s troops. Push them towards the river, she’d said. And that he’d do.

    With a roar, turning many heads in both armies, he began rushing Draiocht’s main force. Few froze in fear—most of them simply turned and fled. Those who remained were either stunned, or killed outright by the resistance force. A hundred meters in front of him, Azores saw Alex crest the slope before the river and ready his sword. With a quick blink of his eyes, Azores teleported, reappearing just behind Alex, and readying his own weapon.

    Mona saw Draiocht’s force halt at the sight of the werewolf and mage in front of the river. They had no escape now. She smiled widely. They had victory.

    Back in the city, there was minor celebration, and Alex and Azores were praised for their tactics in the heat of battle. After two bells in the large tavern in the center of the city, Alex and Azores excused themselves from the throng to go for a walk.

    After they were out of sight of the tavern, Alex noticed that Azores was still in his werewolf form. “Why haven’t you changed back?”

    “Most comfortable in this form,” he shrugged. “I almost never go human, so I’m not surprised that I forgot.”

    “Well change back, you being a foot taller than me is disconcerting.”

    Azores sighed, and closed his eyes. With a shifting of bones, and a significant amount of shrinking, Azores returned to his human form.

    “There, are you ha—” he started, before suddenly crying out in severe pain, and bending double, both hands flying to his crotch.

    Alex’s eyes widened as he discerned a quiet hiss coming from Azores. He watched in amazement—and interest—as Azores’ pants darkened at the crotch, and his pee trailed down his legs, where it pooled in an ever-expanding puddle on the flagstones below. Azores’ face turned scarlet with embarrassment as the puddle reached Alex’s feet, but Alex didn’t move. After more than a minute and a half, the hiss disappeared, and the only sound was the steady drip, drip of Azores’ pants.

    “Christ,” Alex whispered. “You weren’t kidding when you said that your wolf body was stronger than your human one.”

    “Damn right,” Azores said weakly, before sighing, and sinking to the ground, against a wall, dejected.

    “Don’t feel bad, Azores,” Alex said quietly, “At least yours was in private. And not on the battlefield.”

    “You wet yourself?” Azores asked, looking at Alex, surprised.

    “Damn right,” he echoed, kneeling down. “I never got to go at all. And think this, you lasted a helluva lot longer than me.”

    “Well,” Azores replied speculatively, “I was in a different body...if you want to test that theory, I hear the ale here is good.”

    And so this is where our story must end! But mind, this is not the whole story. There are more battles to be had, and more yet that have already been experienced. Enough lore of these adventures to fill many books! Perhaps, at some point in the future, you will see one of these books, and then remember the story of the Battle of Xandra, or as Alex was apt to call it, The Battle of Bad Timing.

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  11. Nanami departed the bus after nearly a thirty minute ride and followed nearly ten students including her three classmates from junior high school to Higashi High School for the entrance examination. The tension among the group of students kept their lips sealed as they walked down the busy Tokyou streets towards the school.

    They entered the gate that was a good distance from the entrance of the building, some bikes parked just inside the gate. Spread about the front of the school was the ground that they used for training in PE, and behind the school were two specialized buildings and the swimming pool that was normally used in the summer.

    Nanami found her name on a board telling her what classroom to report to for her test, and she had to run up to the fourth floor of five and find room 4-J to sit with several others like her. The teacher took a green identification card from her as she came through the door, and he directed her to the seat she was to occupy for the test.

    The waiting was the most nerve wracking. The waiting was like the silence in a movie just before a great storm or the climax where the monster appears behing the main character. Nanami's mind was frantacally trying to remember math formulas, English vocabulary, Science facts, History names and dates, and Kanji (Japanese advanced symbols for words). She was so busy in her head that she missed the schedule on the blackboard at the front of the room.

    9:00 to 9:50 Math test

    9:55 to 10:45 English test

    10:50 to 11:40 Science test

    11:45 to 12:30 History test

    12:40 to 1:30 lunch

    1:35 to 2:25 Japanese test

    2:30 Dismissal.

    All she could concentrate on, was what she wanted to remember for the tests, and then the class teacher went to the front of the room.

    "Of course, no one will be permitted to leave their seats during the exam unless there is a very good reason, so before we start the math test, I suggest that anyone that hasn't used the toilet yet go and take care of that."

    Nanami had not heard his instruction as she was still concentrating on the formulas, difficult English structures, names and dates, and Kanji symbols that she had just previously studied. Why couldn't they spread these tests over a couple of days so she could concentrate on studying just a few things at a time? It was so hard keeping it all straight, and Higashi was such a high level of school, she was sure that only the top few students would be chosen to go there.

    Then, before she could actually take a chance to go, the students were asked to hurry into the room, and the teacher started to pass back the testing booklets.

    "You will open your test packet when I say go, and you will put down your pencil when I call time. Anyone not following the rules will have the last ten questions they had answered marked incomplete. Do you understand? Even if you are in the middle of an answer, you will put down your pencil as soon as you are asked, or you will risk the last ten answers."

    Nanami nodded that she understood and waited until the precise time that she was allowed to open her packet. There was one odd desk empty in the room, and the testing packet for that missing person had been placed on that desk. Someone had not made it to class, and they would likely not be allowed to take the test. That was what they were warned of. Anyone coming late would not be allowed to take the tests.

    The first three periods went by without much fuss, and Nanami felt good about the answers she had given for those tests. Now, she had to take the history test just before lunch, and this made her breath easier. History wasn't necessarily easier, but if she had done this well so far, she was sure that history wouldn't be much of a problem. That was, however, just as the packets were being handed back.

    In the last three breaks, as well as before starting, Nanami had not felt any need to go. She was still feeling quite relaxed and only bothered by the task at hand.

    Fifteen minutes into the test, however, Nanami was soon feeling a different feeling.

    "Hm... I haven't been to the bathroom all morning. No wonder I have to go," she thought. "Still, I can wait until lunch-- I think."

    Around her, all the students' heads were bent over and hands were writing furiously to get as much into each answer as was possible. Due to the high level of testing, these tests had been all essay type except for math which still had not provided any multiple guesses for the students to guess between. Actually, only English had any multiple choice questions, and that was because it was the only way they could really test listening as far as Nanami knew.

    "This is so typical," she mentally scolded her body. "You would pick now to want to pee. You'll just have to wait."

    She read the next question.

    15. In your own words, explain the turning point of 1615 and it's effect on Japan:

    "Was this really necessary to know as an adult?" Nanami sighed to herself. "Of course it was the change of the Shogun to Ieyasu Tokugawa which was decided through a final battle of that same year. But what did that really mean for Japan?" she wondered.

    "I don't think they even teach this in junior high," she told herself as she gave up on the question skipping it for an easier one. "Who cares if it was Tokugawa or Minamoto?"

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    "And the last question," Nanami looked the paper over. "This test was probably the worst, but only because I don't see how these events are important to me. I wish they made history more relevant when they asked questions."

    The clock was reading 12:25, just five minutes left when she finished her test.

    "Pencils down," the teacher called and everyone as one dropped their pencils. "You may go to the cafeteria and eat your lunches. Don't forget, you must be back in your desk at one thirty so we may continue with the last test at one thirty-five."

    The students nodded and started to get up.

    Nanami looked towards her classmates that she knew, and they all silently nodded in agreement that they were going to have lunch together. First, of course, she had to run to the toilets. She walked out of the room quickly towards the bathroom closest, but there was already a crowd of girls waiting to go in there. She sighed as she waited.

  12. Warning Tags:

    Omorashi themes - Female desperation and wetting, bed wetting.

    Sexual themes - Girl on girl Master/slave punishment, bondage, girl on girl oral sex, finger stimulation, expression of sexual satisfaction, female ejaculation.

    Urolagnia themes - being peed on and drinking pee.

    My eyes opened slowly to a bright light in the middle of the room, causing me to squint before I could fully adjust to their fluorescent beams. My eyesight still blurry from having just woken up, I couldn’t make out the small figure standing next to my bed. I tried to pull my arms up to my face to rub my eyes but my attempts failed as an unknown force was holding them down.

    “…ungh…? Wha…?” I wearily muttered as my eyesight and conscience slowly normalized. I momentarily forgot about the other figure in the room and looked over myself, wondering why I was unable to move. I quickly began panicking as I became aware of the source of my limited mobility; I was tied to the bed with ropes, one on each of my wrists and ankles. I flailed my limbs around as fast as could in a desperate attempt at freeing myself from captivity. Realizing that I was bested by the tightly knotted strength of the ropes I screamed out only for my voice to be muffled by a strip of thick cloth that was tied around my head and covering my mouth.

    “No one can hear you, and you won’t be able to get out of these ropes.” A familiar voice exclaimed as I quickly looked up at the girl standing next to me. It was Kagamin, standing with a stern look on her face and dressed in a red cammy top, a short black skirt and heals. I stared at her with an inquisitive and worried look in my eyes, wondering if she was the one that put me in these ropes. Kagamin grinned and walked closer to where I was laying then leaned over my head, resting her hands upon her knees.

    “Promise me you won’t scream and I’ll take the cloth off and explain why you’re in this situation.” She said in a demanding tone. I nervously nodded my head in agreement as my heart pounded inside my chest at what felt like 100 beats a second. Kagamin smiled and reached her hands behind my head and untied the cloth’s knot. As I started to calm down, I noticed a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen that was telling me that I needed to pee as I always did when I woke up. It was manageable for now; however, I hoped I could get out of these ropes so I could go to the toilet after I found out what was going on. The cloth was removed from my head and I slowly opened my mouth, looking at Kagamin as she set the cloth on my bedside table.

    “What’s going on? Why am I tied up, Kagamin?” I nervously asked her as I continued to try and pull myself free. A determined look formed over her face as she spoke to me.

    “You’re being punished.” She relentlessly said and my heart sank. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment.

    “…Punished? But, why? What did I do?!” I anxiously asked her. I stopped my failing attempts at pulling the ropes off as it wasn’t helping my need to pee which has gotten a bit more urgent.

    “I can’t believe you don’t know what you did…” She said looking at me with a hint of shock. I stayed silent, oblivious to what she was referring to.

    “You’re telling me that you don’t remember causing the entire school to find out about what happened to me at ComiKet?” She sternly asked. I quickly remembered what she was talking about and became filled with remorse.

    “Now everyone knows that I had an accident. Can you imagine how mortified I was at that time? Now I’m constantly going to be reminded of it every day because of your blabber mouth!” She was now more upset than before. I swallowed and felt like my heart sank into my stomach. I never thought that this would have gotten around school like this.

    “I… I don’t know what to say… it slipped out and I didn’t think it would get around…” I apologetically said to her. I shifted my weight some as all this talk of pee was increasing my need. It was doubtful that Kagami would let me get up to use the bathroom after hearing what I did to her.

    “Well it did. And now you’re going to be punished for your carelessness.” She mercilessly said.

    “What do I have to do....?” I curiously asked, trying to get my mind off of my full bladder.

    “A better question would be: what am I going to do to you?” She said with a devilish smirk on her face.

    “I’ll do anything to make this up to you, but can I just go use the bathroom really quick?” I asked her, hoping she would let me go regardless of what happened to her.

    “So that’s why you’re all fidgety. Ha! You seriously think that after what you made me go through, that I’m going to just let you go pee in the toilet? Hell no! You’re going to just have to hold it.” I was disappointed in her answer but I reluctantly agreed and held my bladder muscles together.

    “Alright… what are you going to do, Kagamin?” I asked her again.

    “Nuh uh uh. You are to refer to me as ‘Mistress Kagami’. For the entire day, you shall be my little sex slave.”

    “Sex sla-”

    She quickly looked up to me with an angry stare in her eyes.

    “…Mistress Kagami… I didn’t know that… you were…”

    “What? Attracted to you? I’ve always had a crush on you since I can remember.” She happily said to me as she leaned over my torso, her hands scaled my small breasts over my light blue pajama top. I felt my heart beat faster than before as shivers ran down my spine when she touched me. A quiet moan escaped my vocals through my parted lips.

    “Mis... Mistress Kagami…” I quietly said. I’ve never been more humiliated in my life than I was right then. I wasn’t attracted to Mistress Kagami, much less to any girls at all; I was and have always been heterosexual so it came as a surprise to me that Kagami was attracted to me. My urge to pee remained at a constant need, although I could manage it for now, I was still afraid that I might have an accident in front of Mistress Kagami.

    “Just relax, slave” She said as she slowly started to unbutton my pajama top. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears of embarrassment as soft whimpers of discontent coming from me. I couldn’t do anything but lie there as the cool air hit my bare skin more and more after each button came unfastened and my top was opened, completely exposing my near-flat breasts. By now my need to pee had become more urgent than before and I was struggling to hold it all in without losing control. If only my legs were free I could shut them tight to subside my need, but there was no way of pulling my feet out from the tightly tied ropes.

    “You never did blossom that much did you, slave?” Mistress Kagami said, referring to my barely developed chest.

    “N... no... Mistress Kagami.” I sheepishly replied as I felt my face blush red, my voice cracking from the pressure in my bladder.

    “But I do have to admit…” She positioned herself so that she was now on the bed and straddling over me with her legs on either side of me.

    “They are pretty cute, those little pink nipples. They look so delicious!” She seductively said as she leaned her head down to my bare chest and put her mouth around my left nipple. As she licked it with her slick tongue, a strong shiver climbed down my spine and I almost lost control of my bladder.

    “Ahhhh…!” I cried out in ecstasy as I arched my back upwards. Mistress Kagami then began to suck on my nipple, causing an even stronger surge to go through my body. My bladder couldn’t take this and I accidentally let a short spurt of pee escape from its tightly shut opening and soak into my panties.

    “No! ...st… stop! Mistress Kag… ami! I… I can’t hold it!” I desperately cried out after feeling the warm sensation in my crotch. She didn’t stop, but instead bit down onto my nipple, placed her hand on my right breast and squeezed. An intense wave of pleasure coursed through me and I couldn’t help but allow my bladder’s muscles to retract, allowing a long stream of urine to pour out of my vaginal walls. My panties and the crotch of my pajama bottoms were immediately soaked with pee that saturated the bed under my butt.

    “MISTRESS KAGAMI, I’M GOING TO WET MYSELF!” I yelled out as I panicked and pulled muscles back as hard as I could, only to just barely gain back control of my bursting bladder. The pressure was too great to hold it in completely and I leaked out short spurts every couple of seconds as Mistress Kagami finally stopped sucking and looked up to me. I stared into her eyes with a look of desperation and humiliation stemming from the fact that I was going to have an accident any second if she didn’t let me up to use the bathroom.

    “P… please. Mistress Kagami. I… I can’t hold… it. I’m… going to lose it… any second.” I pleaded with her as tears crawled down my cheeks. She leaned back from my naked chest, looked down at my crotch and quietly gasped at the wet area of my pajamas and the bed then lightly touched the area with her hand before looking back to me with a grin. Another spurt leaked out into my already soddened panties and dampened her fingers.

    “Looks like you’re already wetting yourself, slave. How about we speed up the process a bit?” She flirtatiously said as she leaned back down onto me, her face inching close to mine until we were nose to nose. I felt her breath permeate over my face as she pressed her lips to mine and forcefully kissed me before placing her hand back on my breast. I dared not pull away, but completed the kiss, triggering another stream of pee to join the rest in my panties. I became mortified, knowing that there was no way I was going to hold it all in much longer and that I already had a wet spot on my clothes. Mistress Kagami parted her lips and her tongue pushed my lips open, allowing it to slide into my mouth, and slowly dance with my own tongue. Reluctantly, I proceeded to counter dance with hers and she let out a soft moan before placing her free hand upon my left knee. Her hand gradually ascended up my thigh to the top of my pajama bottoms and pushed its way down inside of them. It rested on the wet area between my legs over my tight opening and she rubbed her fingers over my wet panties, stimulating me through them. At that very moment, I let out a loud moan and parted from our kiss. Mistress Kagami looked into my eyes and smiled as she pulled aside my panties and pressed her fingers inside of me, eliciting a long torrent of pee to bust out and drip over her hand, but this time, there was no way I could hold back the flow anymore. My floodgates bursted open and all of my pee gushed out like a jet stream, completely drenching Mistress Kagami’s hand and soaking my panties, pajamas and the bed underneath me.

    “Oh my, slave. You weren’t kidding when you told me how badly you needed to pee!” She exclaimed as I felt my face go bright red with disgrace, completely mortified about emptying my bladder in front of Mistress Kagami.

    “I… I’m sorry… I just couldn’t hold it anymore!” I busted out into tears as I continued to urinate over her hand and flood the bed, her fingers still inside of me. She leaned down and kissed me softly then gazed into my eyes as she wiped the tears away. I stopped crying and connected my gaze with hers, suddenly feeling at ease with her company. She waited for my flow to come to a complete stop before she pulled her fingers out of my vagina and licked them clean.

    “Don’t worry. I’ll help you get cleaned up.” She looked at me and smiled before pulling herself up and scooting back a little.

    Mistress Kagami positioned herself so she was sitting on her legs between mine and placed both of her hands on the top of my pajamas then pulled them off of me slowly along with my white cotton panties. The clothes clung to my legs while they became inside-out and scrunched up just above my knees. The cool air felt like ice hitting my bare wet opening and the inside of my thighs. Normally, I'd be horrified that my lower half was now entirely exposed to her, but I somehow felt comfortable now almost as if I was developing feelings for Mistress Kagami. I looked up at her. Her purple hair flowed behind her shoulders except for a thin lock that sat over her left shoulder in front of her chest. She was so beautiful that I couldn't avert my eyes away from her slender body and didn't even realize what she was going to do as she leaned down, placed her face in between my legs and kissed my vagina as if they were lips. I gasped and twitched as her warm lips sent waves of pleasure all through my body. Soon after that, her lips were joined by her tongue and they both danced in harmony using my vagina as a dance floor, immediately filling me with a blissful felicity like I've never felt before in my eighteen-year-old life. I couldn't control my vocals as I let a powerful moan of satisfaction launch from my mouth, the sound permeating the room.

    “Oooh... Mistress Kagami. Don't stop...” Was the only words I could bare to part from my mouth as I lay on the bed in a state of euphoric rapture, unable to hold back soft moans from escaping. My eyes shut and I curled my toes when her tongue entered inside of my vagina and licked the inside walls of its chamber as she clamped down on the top of my thighs with her hands, her thumbs pressing on the skin around my opening. I let out a louder sound of sexual satisfaction as her tongue made it's way to my clitoris and wrapped itself around, pulling at it. I made fists with my hands, pulling at the bed posts with a strength that I never knew I had. In just a short time as Mistress Kagami was going down on me, I felt another urge to pee but I was in such heavenly pleasure that I didn't bother trying to hold it in but released it into her mouth in a steady stream. As I relieved my bladder, I reached my sexual climax and the new liquid mixed with the urine, flowing together.

    “Mmm...” was all she said as she kept her mouth over my vagina, letting the two liquids pour into her mouth as if she was drinking from a water fountain.

    “Oh shi-.... I couldn't hold it, Mistress Kagami!” I cried out, gasping for breath as I opened my eyes to see her drinking as much of my pee as she could, the rest dripping off of her face and soaking the bed below. After my flood came to a dripping halt, she pulled back a bit and swallowed the mix before licking her lips. She looked at me again and gave me a smile of satisfaction before she lifted herself up and scooted herself up to me.

    “Now, it's your turn to drink from my fountain, slave.” She seductively said, lifting up her skirt and exposing her entire bare pantieless mid-section to me. Her opening glistened from her womanly juices as I watched her straddle her legs over my face, her vagina hovering inches above my mouth. I leaned my head forward and she put two pillows behind it for support so I was now right up against her slit. My tongue exited it's home and pressed inside of Mistress Kagami, licking the walls of her sweet tasting chamber.

    “Ooh slave, keep going. That feels so good!” She moaned out in pleasure. I did what she said and closed my mouth over the opening and sucked on it softly as she let out another, more expressive moan from her vocals. Soon after, I felt her muscles inside her vagina relax and release a long torrent of pee into my mouth. The golden liquid filled me with a delightful taste as I swallowed it in full. She stemmed her flow just long enough for me to look up at her face as I licked my lips with satisfaction.

    “Your pee tastes so good, Mistress Kagami. I need more!” I begged to her. I knew now that I was very attracted to Kagami, as if I'd always been and never realized it before today.

    “It's all yours, slave.” She reassured me as she relaxed her muscles again and her pee continued to flow into my yearning mouth. I closed my mouth over her vagina after swallowing what I had and continued to suck on her as the pee filled my mouth again.

    “Mmmm, that's right, slave. Drink all of it.” She moaned out. I consumed every last bit of her urine, going down on her as it filled my mouth each time until her bladder was completely drained. I backed away and laid back on the pillows and she leaned down and kissed me softly.

    “I want you to make me cum, slave.” She said, her soft sweet voice played through my head like an beautiful song. Mistress Kagami put her hands on the rope tied to my right wrist and loosened the knot, freeing it from captivity then did the same to my other wrists and ankles.

    “Yes, Mistress Kagami.” I eagerly replied as I embraced her with my arms and turned her over so she was lying on her back before I bent down to her face and pressed my lips against hers, immediately entering her mouth with my tongue and forced her tongue into dance, prompting her to comply with it's orders and complete the kiss. I then slid my right hand up her smooth leg all the way to her still wet vagina and thrusted two of my fingers inside. Vigorously I began pushing my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

    “Ohhh god, don't stop, don't stop, slave!” She cried out in ecstasy as she pulled away from the kiss. I quickened my fingers pace as she continued let moans of pleasure bellow from her vocals. I soon located Mistress Kagami's clitoris and violently rubbed it with my middle finger, my index finger rubbed the inner walls of her chamber.

    “That's it... keep going, slave. I... I'm going to cum...!” She yelled out, obviously about to orgasm. I pulled softly at her clit, stimulating the sensitive organ until she screamed out again followed by a warm thick liquid exiting from her vagina that poured over my fingers and onto my hand. My exhausted Mistress relaxed all of her muscles and laid back against the bed as she climaxed over my hand, gasping for breath. I smiled at her, consumed with joy that I brought her to orgasm

    “Oh, Mistress Kagami. I'm so happy.” I said to her, gazing into her eyes. She looked back into mine and at that moment, I know we both came to the same realization.

    “I... I love you, slave... Konata.” She said in a sincere tone of voice.

    “I love you too... Mistress Kagami.” I replied with the same amount of earnest passion that I felt from her. We kissed again and I laid down on her chest, resting next to her soft supple breasts and placed my right hand, still wet with her juices, upon her right breast. The dampness from my hand soaked into her cammy top as I laid there, thinking about what just happened and how our lives were now changed for the better. I couldn't be more happy that we came together like this. I looked up to Mistress Kagami and she was fast asleep. After pulling my wet clothes back up, I embraced her with my right arm and soon joined her in slumber; we slept though the night together. As one.

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