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  • A Wet Night with a Dragon

    By MasterXploder

    “Hmmm?” For some reason, the waking world had decided to gently pull Lucoa, the divine dragon and former goddess, from her pleasant dreams a little earlier than usual. As she opened her eyes, she realized it was still the middle of the night, for the room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds coming from the ceiling fan above. Though she was awake now, her eyelids still drooped with fatigue, and the desire to return to sleep was quite strong. However, another desire proved stronger, and that was to check on the bed’s other occupant. As quietly and smoothly as she could, she propped herself up and took a look at him, her dragon eyes working just as well as they did in broad daylight. Shouta, her sweet little master of sorts, lied fast asleep as she expected. Clad in his green pajamas, his chest gently rose and fell with each silent breath. His left hand lied next to his head in a half-closed fist while his right arm rested on his stomach. Lucoa sighed wistfully as she gazed at the dozing child. He looked so adorable with his face at total ease, a rare sight for her despite how much time they spent together. On the other hand, she also noticed that his body was uncovered all the way down to his socks. He must have tossed the blanket off him in his sleep, she surmised. That was just no good. It was a rather frigid night, and those thin PJ’s wouldn’t do much against the chilly air. She would never forgive herself if she allowed him to catch a cold overnight. Her first thought was to cuddle up and share her plentiful body heat, but she quickly dismissed it. The last time she tried that, Shouta complained about nearly suffocating underneath her “giant demon orbs” as he called them. That left the other option of pulling the covers over him and maybe nudging a little closer to him just in case. She slowly reached her hand over and grabbed the blanket, intending to do just that. “Num-hmm-hmm…” Lucoa froze up as Shouta mumbled suddenly. Had she stirred him awake by accident? She watched over him, looking for any signs that he would wake soon. Shouta fidgeted a little and kept muttering, his face tensing up in discomfort, but his eyes did not open. Lucoa frowned at the sight. The poor kid must be having a bad dream. She would have to do something about that. With a quick wave of her hand, a magic circle appeared, sending a soft light around Shouta’s head. The magic dispelled the nightmare, and he soon returned to a peaceful snooze. Satisfied with her work, Lucoa went to put the blanket back on him, but she stopped again. A very quiet noise, one that she would not have heard if not for her draconic senses, emanated from Shouta. If she didn’t know any better, it sounded like water hitting fabric, but the only way that would be possible at this time was if… “Oh dear.” A quick look down was all it took to confirm her worry. A wet patch had formed on Shouta’s pants and grew bigger by the second. It soon spread to between his legs and onto the mattress, growing into a pool around his bottom. Before long, urine was visibly breaking the cotton barrier, amplifying the sound of whizzing. As a neutrally-aligned dragon, Lucoa did not meddle in human affairs, but she had picked up on a few of their quirks. For instance, humans had the peculiar behavior of being embarrassed and ashamed about removing waste from their bodies, only doing so in designated places closed off from others. Should they end up voiding in their clothing, they tended to get very upset. At least, that’s what she gleamed from watching TV with Shouta. She could not imagine him being any different. It was such a strange sight to her, seeing him wet the bed yet not showing the slightest care on his face. The poor boy must have no idea what was happening, just the feeling of something discomforting slowly going away and relaxing him back into a deep sleep. Of course, that would no doubt change the instant he woke up and felt the cold, smelly liquid drenching his PJ’s. She was not about to let that happen. As soon as he finished his business, she would cast another spell that would remove all traces of urine, making it appear as if an accident never happened. She had to wait a while before that could happen, though. Shouta must have had something to drink and forgotten to pee before bed, it was the only way to explain how long his wetting was taking. By the time the sound of peeing came to a stop, the front of his pants were thoroughly soaked, and the back was likely not any better. But the more she watched Shouta relieve himself, the more Lucoa became aware of a tingling between her legs as well. Maybe it was the just of watching someone else go, or maybe it was the culprit for waking her up in the first place, but she wouldn’t mind having a potty break herself now. Unfortunately, she did not find getting up to use the toilet a good idea. Her movements might wake Shouta, who would probably cry his eyes out upon realizing he wet the bed. That could be solved simply by cleaning the mattress before she got out, but it was a convenient excuse. In truth, she was feeling rather lazy, the warmth of the bed a little too enticing to leave its embrace. Still, she needed to rid herself of that pesky pressure before she could get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. The simple solution was to magically remove the urine in her at the same time as she did Shouta’s, but then she thought of another idea. A far cheekier one. As a dragon, the concept of wetting oneself was still a foreign one to her. The only time she could recall that happening to her was when she was slipped with that tainted alcohol, and all she could recall was waking up in wet scales. It was a surprising moment, though not entirely unpleasant, at least compared to the other consequences of her drunken night. Taking one last look at Shouta, Lucoa lowered herself back into bed and snuggled into the covers. Her urine pressed against her bladder begging for release, but she no longer resisted it. She was going to satisfy her curiosity and see what the fuss of peeing herself was like. “Oh!” Lucoa gasped as the first bit of pee slipped out and hit the scales masquerading as her panties, the only thing she wore below her shirt. It felt so… warm, and the way it made her pseudo-undies cling to her privates only doubled that sensation. It was a strange sensation to be sure, but not a very uncomfortable one. She did not see the fuss behind having an accident just yet. It was time to open the floodgates. The dragon went from passively allowing pee to leave her to actively forcing it out, and the effect was instant. The room filled with a loud hissing noise as an amount of urine greater than any human could produce gushed from between her legs. In no time at all, her legs were soaked as well as the mattress below and blankets above. Drops of it soon ran down the mattress’ side, spreading the puddle onto the floor. The wet warm feelings running all over her lower body sent a medley of strange signals to the dragon’s brain, leaving her unsure what to think of her wetting. It was uncomfortable, and she definitely would not want to go back to sleep like this for sure. On the other hand, it also felt oddly relaxing, being able to just relax and let go without leaving the comfort of the bed. She wouldn’t mind doing this again, though she would need to do something about the pee getting everywhere. Even though Lucoa did not consider herself bursting to go, her wetting took far longer than Shouta’s. It was only after about five minutes that her stream began to taper off, the hissing dying down to a piddle. The mattress had been completely soaked through on her side, and the puddle on the floor reached out so far, it looked as if someone dumped a ten-gallon container’s worth of urine. Yet through all that, Lucoa kept one eye on Shouta the entire time, and not once did he stir in his sleep. She never figured him to be such a heavy sleeper. Maybe her magic to dispel the nightmare was a little stronger than she meant. She also had to wonder if his parents had heard her accident in the next room over. Then again, they never said anything on the night Shouta woke up screaming because he found out he was groping her by accident. Maybe the whole family was full of heavy sleepers. But as she looked at Shouta, Lucoa fell into a peaceful state despite the massive amount of pee in the room. “Even in your sleep, you still come up with great ideas.”     Shouta groaned as a ray of sunlight reached his eyes, bringing him out of his slumber. He did not open them just yet, instead choosing to turn his head away and hope that Lucoa’s world-class qualities were not right in front of him. While he lied there, memories of his last dream gradually returned to him. He had been in front of his cauldron performing a summoning spell when Lucoa jumped out without a shred of clothing on, just like their first meeting. That was bad enough on its own, but then the cauldron started spewing water everywhere, quickly flooding the room and knocking him over in surprise. The feeling of wetness as the water reached his legs was so strong, it was almost like… Oh no! Shouta felt a cold sweat coming on. He really couldn’t have, could he? It had been so long since the last time it happened, well before summoning Lucoa. On the other hand, he couldn’t recall using the bathroom before he went to bed, and that almost always spelled trouble for him. He really did not want to, but Shouta lowered a hand to check his pants for a wet patch. He had no idea what he was going to do if Lucoa found about this. Taking a gulp, he gave his crotch a couple pats, fully expecting the worst. “Huh?” Dry as a bone. Any other time, this would bring relief to Shouta, but now it only brought confusion. That dream felt so real, he was certain something had to have come out. He needed to take a close look to be sure. Carefully opening his eyes, Shouta found that he was the only one in bed. He wondered where Lucoa could have gone for a moment, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. He pulled the covers off of him and sat up, the sun coming through the window giving him enough to see. Nothing. Not a single drop of pee anywhere. The panic and dread began to die down in Shouta, though the confusion remained. If he hadn’t wet the bed, then where did that sensation come from? “Oh.” That’s when he felt it, that familiar pressure that often got him out of bed in the mornings. All that urine he worried about leaking out was still inside him, and boy, did it want out now. Shouta wondered if that dream he had was his body’s way of waking him up before he could wet the bed, but he would dwell on that as soon as his bladder was empty. With no Lucoa to worry about, Shouta climbed out of bed, feeling the full weight of his bladder as he walked out of his bedroom and into the upstairs bathroom, thankfully unoccupied. Closing the door, he lifted up the toilet seat and pulled down the front of his jammie pants. He then took aim and relaxed his holding muscles. A trickle of tinkle soon came out of him and arced into the toilet, making a satisfying splashing noise that could be heard outside the bathroom. Seeing that his aim was spot-on, Shouta looked straight ahead and breathed out in contentment. It seemed like he had outgrown his bed-wetting just like his mom said he would. He didn’t have to worry about anyone else finding out, especially not Lucoa. With that in mind, Shouta’s mind remained at ease as his morning pee slowly came to an end, bringing his hips forward to compensate for his weakening stream. A slight shiver ran through him while he forced out the last few spurts and shook out any remaining drops. In all, his pee took maybe twenty seconds, which he found a little odd. He normally went for a good deal longer in the mornings. Perhaps he hadn’t had as much to drink yesterday as he thought. Shouta shrugged and flushed the toilet, sending the yellowed water off to who knows where. He had bigger things to focus on today. “Good morning, Shouta!” Two of those bigger things were right in front of him. “L-L-Lucoa!?” Shouta jumped back at the dragon lady next to him. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked with a smile. “H-h-how long have you been standing there!?” Lucoa put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, about shortly after you came in. Why do you ask?” “You did? B-but that means…” Shouta’s eyes grew big as saucers as it dawned on him. “Shouta, are you okay?” Lucoa turned her head. “Aaaaaaaah!” Faster than even a divine dragon could imagine, Shouta ran between Lucoa’s legs and out the bathroom door. The whole house was then filled with the sound of him screaming “The succubus is watching me pee!” All the while, Lucoa stood there with a puzzled look. She had followed the human custom of waiting until somebody was finished relieving themselves before speaking to them. Why he still got upset was simply beyond her. But as she stood there, another thought crossed her mind, and an important one at that. She turned around and leaned out the bathroom door, shouting as loud as Shouta did. “Shouta, don’t forget to wash your hands!”
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  • Holding More than Cards (Kakegurui F/F)

    By SlothWhispers

    ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! 😈 It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life.

    Living had already seemed meaningless for the majority of her time on this earth, but ever since that fateful day, things had seemed even emptier than before. Giving makeovers, enforcing the rules of the council, scaring the hell out of certain students...she was just going through the motions, day in and day out, with nothing to change it.

    The only thing that got her heart pounding, besides the click of a cold metal barrel to her head, wasn't even a thing. It was a person.

    One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person.

    Yumeko.

    She'd been expressly forbidden from seeking her out during the weeks after their own encounter, told she wasn't to interact with their enemy until the President's secretive plans were complete. Humph. The President...

    She might have said fuck it and gone after Yumeko anyways, orders be damned, but...she'd needed time to prepare her own plans. That speech the girl had given her towards the end of their game, those cutting remarks about how they weren't actually the same at all, how pointless it was, how she wasn't actually providing a satisfying challenge...how it wasn't even a gamble, because she would have won either way...

    If she wanted to impress Yumeko, to prove that she was worth gambling with, that she was capable of giving her the kind of extraordinary rush that she felt whenever her life was on the line...She had to step it up. She had to come up with a real challenge, something crazy, something truly worthy of catching the devil's attention. Something that would give them both the pleasure and danger they craved...

    And so she'd plotted, ignoring the other council members during meetings, scrolling through her cell phone's photos and gushing over the object of her desires, trying to figure out what would make that creature tick, trying to decide what she could add to the game to really bring it over the edge...

    A few weeks later, she'd heard through the grapevine about the big showdown, the highest stakes gamble...that had ended in a tie. A tie...A game like that, painstakingly set up to prove once and for all who was going to win, Yumeko or the President...and it had all been pointless in the end. 

    Hah! It was all without any meaning, just as she'd been saying all along! She'd laughed so hard that day that she'd fallen right out of her council seat.

    And now...with everything back to square one...with no new plots in play as the council pondered their next moves, as Yumeko continued to enjoy every day, gambling away with her schoolmates...she was free to step in. She could finally have her shot at the prize.

    And so she'd left her dorm room an hour before any classes started, nearly skipping through the hallways, her handbag loaded up with her prized gun, extra ammunition, and every type of card, chip, and set of dice she could think of. She knew by now exactly where Yumeko would be, in the common area and eating some sort of pastry, and the moment she spotted the table (thankfully empty, Ryota must not have met up with her yet) she grinned, her heart beating faster.

    "Yumeko!~ It's been a long time since we've seen each other...How's it been going since you dealt with the President?"

    She'd looked up from her plate with that innocent smile, seeming to brighten up at once. "Oh, Midari! It's nice seeing you here! We had a thrilling game! I'm really looking forward to seeing what she cooks up next time..."

    "Yeah, I heard it was intense, the whole council was talking about it. But enough about the past. Got any plans lined up for the day?"

    "Not yet, but I'm sure I'll find something! There are always games going on here!"

    "Well, if you don't have anything yet...I WANT A REMATCH!" She'd hoped to play it cool, but her eagerness was getting the best of her. Still, she'd ask fair and square this time. No kidnapping or arrests. "Just hear me out, I've got something that'll knock those stockings right off! Look, I've got all of the stuff ready, so just let me explain the rul-"

    "Alright, Midari...how would you feel about a different kind of game this time? It isn't played with cards or chips, but it's still a gamble.~"

    What? Not played with cards or chips? But she'd spent weeks planning this, setting up everything they needed, ironing out all of the rules, making sure it was going to be as dangerous as possible! Was all of her hard work just going to go to waste? And what would even be entertaining about a game without any of those things? "Why would I want to play a different game? We had so much fun last time!" she pleaded, leaning closer to the table and digging through her bag until her hands clasped cold metal. She whipped it out, holding her hand towards her. "Yumeko, please just take my gun and let's go set things up! One shot, I'll let you have a free shot at me! Please, just press the barrel against my head and-"

    "No guns, or I don't play with you at all." Yumeko stated quietly, smile disappearing as she let disdain fill her voice. Her hand reached out to gently take the gun, setting it down on the table before she turned back around. "I already told you that there isn't any true risk when those are involved, not when you're so eager to die. If you aren't willing to play by my rules, I can have plenty of fun with Ryota, and you can just go by yourself and-"

    No, she couldn't choose that spineless bastard over her! He didn't deserve her, he didn't appreciate her the way she did! He was just her pet, her pawn, not someone who understood the true appeal of gambling, the thrill of surprises! "Okay! Okay, I'll do it! Whatever it is I'll do it, just name the rules! I need you, Yumeko, please! You're all I've thought about since that day! All I can think about is the rush I got when we were together, that look in your eyes...Relieve me, relieve me of all of this pent up pressure!~" She was pleading now, getting down onto her knees, staring up at the woman who held all of the power, who was her only chance at getting some relief before she went mad with lust and boredom.

    Yumeko finally smiled again, and though her face held the same cheerful innocence she often wore, she could have sworn she saw those eyes flash for a moment, that briefest glimpse of the creature she so idolized stirring beneath the surface. 

    "Actually, you're going to be feeling even more pressure before our game is over, Midari. You're going to be groveling at my feet, begging for relief.~"

    ~~~

    And so Yumeko had told her the rules of her game. She was to go about her day today as normal, with a few exceptions: 

    1. She wasn't to use the restroom or otherwise relieve herself (be it intentionally or unintentionally) until after she was given explicit permission from Yumeko. If she broke this rule before classes let out for the day, Yumeko would cancel their fun entirely. 

    2. For an extra element of chance, after every class, they would meet up in the hallway and Yumeko would flip two coins. If they both landed on tails, nothing would happen. One head, and she would be forced to down half a bottle of water right there in the few minutes before her next class, or if two heads, it would be an entire bottle. Anything else she chose to drink throughout the day and how much was entirely her choice.

    And finally, what was probably going to be the most difficult part of the challenge:

    3. She was forbidden from being anything but pleasant to Ryota if they happened to cross paths.

    She still wasn't sure how the hell having to piss was going to be anywhere close to the thrill she could seek from a gun, but this was the task Yumeko had given her, so she was determined to follow orders and see where it led. Yumeko had promised that after classes were over, they'd 'move somewhere more private for the real fun to begin', and, well...she hoped at least some of what her idol had in mind was close to what was now running rampant through her own imagination...

    ~~~

    If there was one benefit to this game of Yumeko's that she hadn't expected, it was how much more sensitive her full bladder seemed to make everything else.

    The first three classes hadn't been bad at all (she'd downed the bottle and a half from the coin flips with ease), and while lunch had been uncomfortable, it had still been manageable (so much so, in fact, that she'd downed an entire can of tea with her food, just to liven the rest of the challenge up). But things had started hitting harder for her next class, and another half bottle had actually sent nerves running through her. Although, that only served to heighten her excitement. If she was actually starting to sweat, maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all...

    After a while of shifting and squirming in her seat during the daily council meeting, she'd ditched the room for one of her usual 'bathroom breaks'. On her way out she'd heard a few of the members muttering to each other about her awkward body language. It was ironic, actually. The one time she actually did need to piss and had a valid excuse to bust out of there, and she wasn't even going to go.

    Stepping into the stall and seeing the toilet had her shoving a hand down her skirt for an entirely different reason than usual as she was forced to cross her legs, groaning quietly. She really hadn't expected all of that water to catch up with her so early on in the challenge, but she was quickly approaching the closest she'd ever come to actual desperation. She wasn't going to let out a drop though. She had to save everything for Yumeko!

    "Yumeko..."

    Just whispering her name sent chills through her, her body shuddering before she'd sat down on the toilet. She'd had to clench her lower muscles tightly as they threatened to contract again. Fuck, she had to piss.

    "Fuck..."

    Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, she'd tried to ignore the present urge in favor of taking care of other urges. It was slow going at first. Despite her desire, it was hard to relax and get into the mood when most of her energy was focused on the constant throbbing in her abdomen. Every light touch had her stiffening up or squirming on the cold porcelain as the urgency spiked, and she had to cross her legs more than once in order to maintain control.

    But once she'd finally started to get into the rhythm of things? Once the lighter touches started adding up, and when she'd started to regain the ability to focus on the feeling of sensations besides her bladder's urges? Those other delicious tingles, the teasing drips that ran along such a sensitive area, reminding her what else could be dripping if she would just let go...

    Holy shit.

    She hadn't done anything else different from her usual stroking routine, but every single nerve seemed to be on edge, every bit of stimuli amplified tenfold. It was rolling through her body in dizzying waves, at one point so intense that she'd nearly blacked out, the bathroom stall speckling at the edges of her vison as she gasped for air, barely able to make out her ragged voice over the ringing in her ears. Mother of fuck. The only thing that kept her conscious was the absolutely burning throbbing between her legs, her hand pressed hard against the slick, pulsing part of her that was now trying to force a jet of piss out of her with all its strength. She could feel her bladder contracting along with the aftershocks, could feel everything running up her urethra, teetering right on the edge of coming out as she gently rocked in place, shuddering, with her palm serving as the only thing stopping her from losing complete control. 

    "You can do this...Y-You can do this..." she muttered repeatedly, biting down on her lip and moaning as she waited for her body to ride out the afterglow of pleasure. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, the sensation below beginning to dull as she lost her hypersensitivity, and after a few minutes she managed to pull her hand back to wipe it off with a wad of toilet paper, relying on her clenching muscles alone to hold back the flood. 

    Sweat was dripping along her forehead as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. That was...well, it wasn't exactly at the top of her list when it came to euphoric experiences (gunplay was always going to rest at the top, forever coveted until she could find someone to engage in it with her), but...

    "What a fuckin' rush..."

    Light tapping on tile caught her attention as the restroom door creaked open, and she could see black dress shoes with white socks below the stall's opening, slowly creeping into the room in front of her. They hadn't dared come close to her stall, lurking back towards the sinks, but she could see them shuffling from side to side, eventually crossing over each other and hopping around as a hesitant knocking sounded against the granite counter. 

    "U-Um...Miss Midari? A-Are you...almost done? I-I know you don't like being, er, interrupted, b-but the other restrooms are closed for cleaning, a-and it's kind of an emergency..." The legs stepped back out of range from her limited vision as soon as the girl had finished squeaking out her question, and she just barely caught a frantically murmured "Pleasepleasedon'tshootmeohgoshpleasedon'tshoot!" She was sure that last bit had been more of a desperate prayer (how pointless), certainly not actually aimed at her.

    Any other time, she probably would have been pissed off enough to storm out and scare the living daylights out of whatever poor girl had bothered her during these special times, maybe even toy with the little thing for a bit if she wanted to get any pleasure to make up for the ruined session. But today...well, she was still in one of the most blissful afterglows of her life, so she supposed she could afford to be forgiving.

    And actually...perhaps this girl could do a little something for her after all...

    "It's fine, I don't give a shit. Just hop in and go before you piss yourself, I can see you wriggling like a toddler out there."

    The girl was hesitating, shuffing around in silence for a moment before she spoke up again, sneaking back into view as she paused in front of her stall. "Um...a-are you sure? I-It's really okay?"

    She guessed she couldn't fault her for being so cautious. It wasn't exactly above her morals to pull a trick once in a while, only to twist it around to get what she really wanted. "I'm serious, I really don't care. Just hurry up before I change my mind!"

    "Oh...o-okay...Thank you, M-Miss Midari! I really appreciate it!" Darting footsteps tapped to her left as the girl ran into a stall a couple of doors down from her own, slamming it shut and fumbling with the lock before she got situated, moaning and whimpering under her breath the whole time. 

    That's it, just let go. You must be so damn desperate...

    The moment she heard the torrent hitting the bowl she doubled over, biting down on her knuckles to muffle a cry of her own as she heard the girl huffing in relief. Her urge had just barely settled back to an ache earlier, but now it was back in full force, throbbing harshly as she squirmed around, crossing her legs so tightly that her thighs soon burned with the strain. It was splattering so loudly, hissing and pouring, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bathroom...her bladder spasmed again, and she just barely clenched her muscles back to prevent a leak, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to breathe quietly through her nose.

    It's torture...Fucking hell, it's absolute torture!

    Thank you, Yumeko, you devil. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

    It was all she could do to focus on her pulsing bladder instead of the slowly-returning arousal below, keeping still and trying to breathe calmly instead of giving in to the sensation as the girl stepped out to wash her hands, the running water almost as agonizing. She really couldn't risk a second wave right now. No, as delicious as this suffering was, she needed to wait for a few hours, let her aching bladder settle while she distracted herself with mundane things. 

    She needed to wait for Yumeko.

    Yes...that would be far more pleasurable than anything she could conceive of doing to herself right now...

    ~~~

    Two wonderfully brutal hours later (and a final half bottle of water she'd barely been able to drink, one that the coin had only given her because her hands were shaking too badly to actually flip it), after final classes had let out for the day, she'd wasted no time tracking the little devil down, speed-walking through the hallways and trying not to stop too often. Once she finally found her she couldn't help rocking back and forth and bouncing in place where she stood, only partially out of eagerness. "Yumeko, I've followed-ah, all of your orders! Let's-ngh, start the game!"

    Yumeko hummed to herself, looking her over carefully before she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Wow, you really can't keep still, can you? Alright, let's go down to that room of yours! This is going to be so much fun!~" She was giggling, grasping her hand and pulling her along as she skipped down the hallways.

    It was such a strange, cheerful tone Yumeko was using, but she didn't mind it. It was the complete opposite of Yumeko's true aesthetic, that cold, calculating, crazy bitch that lurked under the surface, and it only served to make her even more excited about what was to come, sending her blood rushing with the dose of unease that came with wondering when that façade would be cast aside, wondering when Yumeko would rip into her once again...

    Would she treat her just as cruelly as she had the last time they'd played together, berate her and act like she wasn't worthy of being anywhere near her level? 

    Just the thought sent a shiver through her, and she tensed up, pausing in her steps and squeezing her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs spiked. How many of those bottles have I downed now? Fuck, there was that tea too...

    "You're almost bursting, aren't you? Don't slow down now though!" Yumeko chided, pouting for a moment. "We're just about to have some fun, aren't we?"

    Of course, she couldn't stop now! The sooner they got there, the sooner she could see what Yumeko was really planning to do to her, the sooner they could be alone, together, just the two of them in a soundproof room...

    Bladder be damned, she tightened her grip on Yumeko's hand, taking the lead as she nearly bolted the rest of the way to their destination. They reached the door in a couple of minutes, and she hopped around, crossing her legs against increasingly-insistent aches as she yanked the key from her vest pocket.

    "Now, once we step inside, you need to stand still with your arms apart so I can frisk you, okay?~" Yumeko giggled.

    Damn it. 

    She should have known Yumeko wouldn't have changed her mind about the no gun rule.

    Scowling, she unlocked the door and waited inside, standing as still as could be while Yumeko closed the door behind them. The girl was smiling as she made her way over, walking slowly to encircle her before she placed her hands on her shoulders, slowly feeling along the fabric of her sleeves. Those hands soon slid to move along her back, then crept forwards, reaching under and moving over her chest in firm, thorough strokes. The slight bit of attention already had her pulse spiking, and she bit back a moan, closing her eyes and trying to lean further into those fingers.

    "Uh-uh! This is a serious pat down!" Yumeko huffed, pulling her hands away for a minute before she stepped around, bringing them back to feel along her waist and down her legs in a way that made her want to melt. "You're desperate though, aren't you, Midari? Just these light strokes are enough to have you on the verge of begging, aren't they?" she whispered in her ear, a finger brushing her lip for a split second. 

    Her single gun was swiftly yanked out of her hiding place and unloaded, tossed across the room with an empty clatter.

    "You disgust me."

    Without any warning, fingers ran down her stomach and towards her bladder in a single swift motion, pressing into her swollen skin one at a time. Two. Four. Six. Eight. All ten, massaging in small circles and feeling around every aching inch, forcing her breath to hitch and gasp as she struggled to stay perfectly still, and not send her hands lunging downwards. Stronger pulses kept striking in new spots as Yumeko continued to feel around like she was molding clay, and she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could against the sudden rush of burning pressure, tears beginning to prick at her eyes.

    "How about now, Midari? How close are you to losing control and begging me to help you with what you can't accomplish yourself? It's just like our last game, isn't it? Except, this time..." Oh fuck, it was Yumeko's real voice this time, that heartless tone that sent tingles through every inch of her, disdain practically dripping in every word. "This time I'm in charge of the rules. I'm the one getting the pleasure out of this. I'm not here to serve your suicidal whims, you're here to serve me." 

    Her breathing was quickening the longer Yumeko went on, that familiar ache filling every fibre of her body as she squeezed her thighs together for another purpose, a moan escaping her lips. But even before that ripple of pleasure could run through her, a wave of pressure nearly overtook her, her abdomen quivering with an especially frantic spasm that had her legs trembling.

    "Yumeko, fuck, I-I think I'm gonna-"

    "What did I say about who was in charge, Midari? You aren't allowed to let a drop go until I say so. Follow the rules of the game. Hold it."

    She was outright panting now, straining every inch of her body into tightening up where she stood, still unsure if she was allowed to grab herself or cross her legs. The throbs were absolutely relentless now, each pulse reminding her of how damn full she was, how long she'd been holding it all in, how close she was to exploding.

    "You are going to wait for however long I want you to, no matter what I do to you. And then I'm going to savor watching you lose control...Is that clear?"

    She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, her breathing unsteady, but she found herself grinning anyways, a sharp cackle bursting from her no matter how badly it shook her bladder. "You know, this is pretty damn close to what you fussed at me for. No matter what, my body's gonna give out eventually, so you'll still get what you want. Not much of a gamble, is it?"

    "But isn't this what you wanted? An excuse for me to berate you like the pathetic person you are? Time with just the two of us and no one to interfere? A game where all of my focus is on you?"

    If she wasn't so busy trying not to piss herself, she probably would have creamed her skirt right there. Was Yumeko actually just doing this for her?

    "Y-Yeah, but..."

    Yumeko had stepped forward again, pressing her larger chest right up against hers, those entrancing red eyes staring into her as a hand crept around her neck, squeezing tighter and pulling until their lips were locked. Yumeko pulled away before she could make any attempts to prolong the kiss, smirking.

    "It'll still be a guessing game of when you'll lose it, right? Every move you make will be a gamble to hold it in!"

    ~~~

    Damn, she had to piss so badly she could barely think about anything else, could hardly focus on taking in the image of Yumeko lying, still clothed, underneath her, face flushed and eyes practically glowing with that delicious, terrifying gaze. She couldn't stop the strange lap dance she was giving, her crotch grinding into that soft stomach with no sense of rhythm, rocking this way and that and suddenly jerking to change direction mid-movement. She just had to find the right angle, the right sense of pressure to keep the flood at bay for just a few more seconds, please, just a moment where the burning pressure at the edge wasn't shrieking at her.

    "Fuck, Yumeko, please..."

    Her thighs kept clenching around the body beneath her for all that they were worth, tingling and shaking as she strained the muscles to squeeze harder still, but it did nothing but add extra pressure between her legs, sent beads of teasing sweat rolling along them. She was trying so hard not to breathe, not daring to inflate her core with air that could take up precious space, and the dizziness was amazing, sending her vision dancing and adding yet another rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. It was wet down there, wet and clenching, over and over against nothing, fuck she needed to-

    She had to gasp for air just before she blacked out, her breaths coming out ragged and desperate, quick and short alternating with longer heaves as she lowered her head to rest against Yumeko's, each inhale sending waves of agony through her bladder, sending more waves of pleasure through overstimulated organs that were still trying to recover from the euphoria she'd just ridden out. The pressure was still there, it was still there and it was such sublime torture, and she had to keep squirming even though her crotch was begging her to stay still to recover, each wave of friction hurting and causing her to flinch.

    A fresh burst of warmth joined the slimy moisture between her legs, and she cried out, burying her face into Yumeko's neck as she shoved her hands against her crotch. It hurt, oh, it hurt, and no matter how hard she strained and clenched it kept coming, pouring out between her fingers and pooling into the fabric of the dress shirt below her.

    "No! N-No, nonono!!! We can't stop the fun now, we can't!!!"

    She liked to think her willpower had been what had finally sealed off the leak, but in reality it was Yumeko's hand, slipping past her own to squeeze and press against her most intimate areas.

    "I'm only helping you for a moment while you collect yourself. This is still a gamble, right? The rest of the game will be on you."

    She tried to nod, but all she ended up doing was sinking her teeth into Yumeko's neck to muffle an agonized, overjoyed scream. Yumeko was touching her, she was touching her and fuck, that was what she dreamed about so often, a satisfying thought-turned-reality that almost made her body overload yet again. She couldn't help a quick buck against those fingers, but that only earned a swat on her ass that forced her to yelp, another quick spurt of urine escaping.

    "Now now, that isn't fair! This game isn't about getting whatever you want! No breaking the rules!"

    And then Yumeko withdrew her hand, leaving her to fend off the inevitable alone. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!"

    She had to piss, she had to piss so badly she couldn't stand it, every breath, every tiny motion making the urge worse and worse, reminding her that no matter how much she begged and pleaded and moaned, it was going to come out soon, it was going to come out and the game would end and she couldn't stave it off forever. She was writhing around like her life depended on it, shoving her hands into her crotch and grinding against Yumeko, crying and gasping and unable to help the saliva dripping from her mouth, unable to help the slick that was still dripping and being produced in the same area where another liquid was barely being contained. "I don't want to go yet, I can't, please pleasepleaseplease don't let me, d-don't let me-"

    Another teasing spurt ran along her fingers and she sobbed, rocking her hips with a whimper. She'd been holding for so long now, it was almost hard to imagine actually letting go completely, and these leaks were only serving to sharpen the burning pain below, not relieve it. But damn, it felt amazing, the constant pressure and pain teasing her in ways normal ministrations could never hope to.

    I can't let our game end yet! 

    "Y-Yumeko!" she gasped out, shifting to try and grasp her crotch more firmly. "The gun, g-get the gun!" She could see Yumeko raising up her head to glare at her, so she hurried to finish speaking before she could be interrupted. "I know it's empty, I'm-ah, n-not gonna fuckin' shoot it! J-Just hand it to me, please!"

    Yumeko looked skeptical, but she had the mercy (or maybe just curiosity) to fulfill her request, shifting her arms behind her and pushing to slide herself further back along the floor until she could reach the weapon. Once she grasped it, she held it out to her.

    She snatched it immediately with one hand, fumbling to shift it in her fingers until she had it with the handle up, the barrel facing towards herself. Perfect. Bracing herself, she raised herself up from Yumeko's wet stomach, wasting no time shoving the metal between her legs and pressing it as closely against her crotch as she could, squeezing her thighs shut around it. The shocking cold of the object forced her to leak a small spurt, but after her body heat began to warm it she regained control. 

    "Mmm, that's creative...I suppose I won't count the gun against you for this..." Yumeko murmured, pulling on the collar of her vest until she adjusted, sitting on her knees, still on top of her stomach. "Let's see how much longer you can go..." With a devilish grin, she'd yanked her to lean down further, capturing her lower lip in a bite that drew blood.

    She couldn't help moaning, her remaining eye closing as she tried to focus her other senses on capturing this moment. The smell of Yumeko's perfume, so much sweeter and more gentle than the girl who wore it. Her pants and murmurs in her ears, the warm hands roaming through her hair and down her neck to stroke her collarbones, and soon slipping under her shirts to run along her stomach.

    "You're so pretty, Midari...It's a shame you're such a wreck."

    Oh fuck, her hands were just barely brushing along her abdomen, but it was still enough to send fresh waves of desperation shuddering through her, her hands tightening their grip on Yumeko's top as she squirmed. "No, nononono-"

    Her bladder spasmed again, sharp and agonizing, and no matter how hard she clenched, a hot stream drenched the gun, running down the barrel and wetting her legs. Breath hitching, she bucked, half-grinding against the metal object in a last-ditch attempt to increase the pressure, but it was no use. She was completely losing control now, her abdomen becoming strangely warm as her bladder began to empty of its own will. 

    "Fuck...I-I can't..."

    She was clenching every muscle, but piss was still flooding out of her, loud hissing and her own ragged gasps filling the room as she collapsed against Yumeko, her face resting between her breasts. The girl's fingers laced themselves through her hair, gripping it tightly enough to hurt as she pulled her head up to make eye contact, while the other pulled the gun out from between her legs, dangling the dripping thing in front of her.

    "You've ruined your favourite toy, haven't you? You're so tired you can barely move, you're drenched with more than just piss, and I think even less of you now than I already did...how does that make you feel, Midari? Who's the winner of this little game?"

    She knew the answer was supposed to be 'Yumeko'. This whole thing was supposed to be payback for her own game, proving a point by doing something that primarily gave Yumeko pleasure while she suffered, just like how Yumeko had suffered through a boring gamble for her own twisted benefit. And it had definitely given Yumeko pleasure. The girl's eyes were nearly glowing, her chest heaving with her own breathless pants and her face blazing red, her legs quivering underneath where she was sitting. Damn, she hadn't even needed to rub one out, coming just from the show alone. 

    But...lying here with sopping wet fabric underneath her, soaking her own clothes as relief began to make her head spin, having been pushed to her absolute limit, put through pure hell and agony with something that could be done over long stretches of time, instead of the split-second highs the click of her gun could offer...being brought to a pitiful condition like this...and with Yumeko getting so physical with her, paying attention to only her for a good hour or two...

    "Actually..." she huffed, a giddy smile working its way onto her face despite her exhaustion. "I think...this is more of a draw. We might have to go for another round to decide..."

    "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
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    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.

    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.

    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.

    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.

    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.

    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.

    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.

    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.

    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.

    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.

    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.

    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.

    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.

    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.

    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.

    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.

    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.

    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.

    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.

    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.

    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.

    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.

    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.

    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.

    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.

    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.

    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.

    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.

    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.

    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.

    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.

    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.

    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"

    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.

    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.

    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.

    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.

    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.

    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.

    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.

    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!

    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.

    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.

    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.

    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.

    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.

    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.

    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.

    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".

    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.

    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.

    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"

    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.

    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.

    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.

    Then did she bother to read the sign.

    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"

    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.

    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.

    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.

    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.

    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.

    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.

    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.

    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.

    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.

    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.

    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.

    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.

    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.

    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.

    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.

    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.

    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.

    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.

    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.

    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.

    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.

    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.

    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.

    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.

    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.

    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.

    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.

    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.

    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.

    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.

    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.

    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.

    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.

    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.

    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.

    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.

    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.

    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.

    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.

    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.

    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.

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    It was in the afternoon. Midnight had went out with Cobra for a time to relax however the sleepy mage was bothered by something else though He knew Cobra could hear him if his thought about it. so he tried to not think about it.

     

    Cobra looked towards the sleepy mage wondering what was wrong. "Oi Midnight...You do not look too well are you sure about this?" he asked the smaller male.

     

    "I-Im fine Erikku!" the sleepy mage exclaimed at the taller male he crossed his arms oh god as he hated Cobras Sound magic at the time he heard everything. he sighed feeling his bladder feeling rapidly due to the coffee he had to drink to be able to do this thing with Cobra he sighed.

     

    Cobra looked at him "Stop lying will you I hear you" he said with his left brow rised. He laid an arm around Midnights shoulders causing him to blush.

     

    "I am fine...as long I am beside you Erikku" he said purring as he laid his head to Cobra as he whimpered quietly his bladder was making him Shaking.

     

    Cobra noticed looking at him "Macbeth...Whats wrong do not lie..." the taller mage said rubbing his shoulder

     

    "I-I kinda really Need to go to the restroom...but I do not wanna ruin the moment..." He muttered looking down. he was shivering

     

    Cobras Eyes widen "Why didn't you say so..." he said as he picked him up in bridestyle causing Midnight to whimper as he clenched himself "E-Erikku....It hurts..." he said sobbing his mascara caused his tears being kinda black.

     

    Cobra kept walking with Midnight in his arms as Midnight kept squirming he really needed to go now he wouldn't last for very long.

     

    "Midnight youre squirming like a toddler..." he said to the mage in his arms.

     

    "Erikku! I really need to Pee I can't hold it much more!" he sobbed clenching himself as he squirmed more almost crying not having the strongest bladder caused it worse for him "Let me down I do not wanna pee all over you!" Midnight panicked oh yes it hurted his swollen bladder was hurting.

     

    Cobra put him down as he placed his palm at midnights bladder feeling his swollen bladder "Oyoure really that pained...Let it go..." he said to him

     

    Midinght whimpered the pressure from cobras palm caused him leak a wet patch appeared on his pants "P-Please No its embarassing Erikku!" he whimpered more

     

    Cobra kept pressing onto midnights bladder even he was begging him to stop as he kept pressing onto him

     

    Midnight soon gave in his face red as he felt the hot wetness run down his inner thighs. A puddle appeared under him it was huge. His pants completely soaked falling onto his knees crying of embarassment. "I-Im sorry...Erikku...I ruined the walk!" he said crying

     

    However cobra only hugged him close kissing his lips as he wiped his tears. "Its okay Midnight...No need to apologies you couldnt help but trying to make it perfect even your physical need was tiggering you its okay Lovely." Cobra said comfortingly to The crying mage

     

    Midnight hid his face to cobras chest "C-Can we go home I do not wanna be public pee soaked..." he sobbed.

     

    "Sure midnight Come love" he said picking up Midnight taking him home.
    As they come home midnight took a shower before wanting to sleep while cobra joined him afterwards.

     

    //I ship this as yaoi Haters gonna hate! no bad comments on my ship but please give me feed back!"

  1. It was a saturday. Karkat was going to meet up with his Dancestor Kankri, however he was late so he had to hurry up, he had no time for using the load gaper right now while Kankri was waiting. he ran off from his hive being in a hurry. "Oh god Kankri Is gonna kill me!" he muttered to himself.

     

    Kankri was waiting tapping his foot impatiently as he crossed his arms "So slow this is getting boring waiting for him" he muttered to himself sighing as he looked around in hope to see the other troll with red blood.

     

    Karkat ran and tripped falling infront of kankri blushing of embrassment "I-Im Sorry! Kankri" he said from the ground while looking up at kankri

     

    Kankri laughed at him "its fine watch the time next time we meet up" he said to the smaller troll and helped him up "You really are clumsy aren't you KK?"

     

    Karkat snorted looking at him "Maybe,..." he said before starting to walk then he felt a little need for the load gaper but ignored it to go later

     

    Kankri chuckled following the younger troll as he wondered what to do today.
    Karkat grabbed kankri and dragged him somewhere near his own Hive "Lets play video games I wanna beat Sollux but I need help to do it".
    Kankris eyes widen "Really not even I can beat that bastard maybe mituna can?". kankri said looking at the ceiling

     

    Karkat sighed then felt his need again ignoring it again sitting down to play against Sollux beside Kankri

     

    Kankri tried help but Solllux cheated again causing karkat to rage,

     

    A few hours later Karkat was squirming in his seat causing kankri to laugh "go use the load gaper before it goes wrong"

     

    Karkat refused as he lost against sollux again then rose he now had to go really desperate so he clenched himself walking towards his load gaper but too late half of distance his bladder gives in causing him to cry of shame.

     

    Kankri went over to him "hey it was just an accident its fine..."

  2. CHAPTER 36
    EPILOGUE

     

    The long weekend had finally drawn to a close, and it was now time for Megan and Sarah to take their leave of Dartmoor Manor. As Lady Daghly accompanied the two girls out, they saw that Cervin had already brought their Mercedes sports sedan around. The doors were open and he was placing their bags in the boot, but there were now two extra suitcases alongside.

     

    "I've had a few things prepared which you'll be needing in your new position with the company, Ms. Morgan. And as for you, Ms. Parker, I couldn't help but notice just how much you seemed to enjoy your vintage clothing, so I've taken the liberty of asking Cervin to pack a few extra items for you in addition to what you're both still wearing."

     

    Lady Daghly said this with just the faintest trace of a smile, and a corresponding sly smile crossed the butler's lips as he bowed his head, once more the not-quite obsequious servant.

     

    As the girls seated themselves in their car, Cervin closed each door in turn.

     

    Lady Daghly gave them a smile and said, "We shall all meet again quite soon, I imagine. But now, I must ask you to excuse me, for I have a great many details to attend to."

     

    At this last, she waved a slim hand in farewell and then both she and Cervin abruptly disappeared from view, leaving Megan and Sarah alone now.

     

    As Sarah put the large silver Mercedes sedan into gear and pressed the accelerator, her mind was still reeling with the events and revelations of the weekend which had just passed. The car rolled rapidly down the winding path towards the gate with the two girls silent within, the only sound being the throaty roar of the engine. This remained the case for quite some time, unusually enough.

     

    Finally, as they were out on the main road heading back towards London, Sarah glanced over at the beautiful girl sitting in the passenger seat beside her.

     

    As the realization finally dawned upon Sarah, she began to see her lover in a new light.

     

    "Megan, you were already on the team, weren't you? So you knew about this all along..."

     

    She looked at Megan again more intently now. "And you didn't tell me..."

     

    "I could have told you," Megan replied with a little smile. "But then I'd have had to kill you."

     

    <THE END>

  3. As one of 600 pupils at Middleville Elementary School, I was proud that some from our school had been chosen to appear on Quiz Show, and prouder that I was one of them. I was the only boy; the other three were girls. Our pictures had appeared in the local Middleville newspaper. The caption identified us: Amanda, Jimmy, Pam, and Sarah. The episode of Quiz Show in which we were to appear was to be broadcast from the campus of Prestigious University in Comebridge, Massachusetts. We had flown 1500 miles for the occasion, and on Friday we arrived at the small dormitory where we would stay. The show was not to be recorded until Tuesday, and we would have some time for sightseeing until then, but we also had to drill on questions we could be quizzed on.

     

    Miss Perkins was the school nurse who sometimes also taught social studies. She had traveled with us to Comebridge and we were under her supervision until we arrived on Tuesday at the auditorium where the show would be recorded. Miss Perkins was about 35 years old and quite athletic. Although she allowed us to have fun, she was very strict about some things. As the school nurse, she had to deal with several incidents each year in which a kid wet his or her pants, and she had the most absolute zero-tolerance policy imaginable: she always made the kid attend class for six weeks wearing a really thick cloth diaper under transparent waterproof rubber pants and nothing else, and her victim was always forbidden to use the plumbing facilities until the six week sentence was up. Even worse, all three classrooms in the same grade as the pants wetter assembled in the gym, and the victim was made to appear before them in a wet diaper while Miss Perkins lectured about how they should know better than to do this. Some kids thought it was unreasonable to think that they might be in danger of such an accident, but others were scared.

     

    I had never wet my pants in school since one time in second grade, before Miss Perkins had arrived. For some reason I hadn't used the plumbing facilities that day. All afternoon I was desperate to pee and terrified of everyone's reaction if I should wet my pants, and then while doing an arithmetic problem at the blackboard, I lost control in front of everyone. For the longest time I stood there peeing. I was not punished, as I would have been if Miss Perkins had been our school nurse then. I wore dry sweat pants during that last hour of the school day. In fourth grade I was shocked when we were assembled in the gym and told that Shirley Smith, from one of the other fourth-grade classrooms, had wet her pants, and then she was brought before us in a diaper. For the next six weeks we saw her walking through the hallways dressed that way, and we knew that those in the class that met across the hall from us saw her sitting at her desk dressed like that. That was only the first of three such incidents that year -- two third graders, a boy and a girl, were the victims. Fifth-graders don't do such things, so I had been shocked the first week in fifth grade when I had seen a girl in our own class wet her pants. Then we were the ones who saw our classmate sitting there every day in nothing but her diaper every day.

     

    I was in no such danger. However, at home, I wet the bed about once a month. I had a secret no one but me knew, not even my parents, and that was that I did it on purpose. For fun. I knew if I did it more often they would make me wear diapers, so I kept it down to once a month.

     

    Our dorm, which had six bedrooms, was actually a house that, a hundred years earlier, had been the servants' quarters on the grounds of the home of the fabulously wealthy Andrew Vanderfeller. Miss Perkins had what seemed to me like the very opulent master bedroom, and our own rooms were more luxurious than what upper middle-class kids usually saw. After a cruise on the river that afternooon, we enjoyed our dinner, and then spent two hours drilling on material we might be asked about on Quiz Show. We were to be in bed by 9:30 PM.

     

    At 9:15 when we were all in pajamas, Miss Perkins, who had been quite cheerful all day, enjoying sight-seeing, gathered us together. She said "Any bedwetters among you must wear diapers to bed." What??? Fifth-graders?? "Amanda, are you a bedwetter?"

     

    "Of course not!!" said Amanda incredulously.

     

    "Jimmy, are you a bedwetter?"

     

    "No," I replied. I obviously didn't plan any recreational bedwetting here. Sometimes I wondered if there were other people in the world besides me who enjoyed wetting the bed. As far as I knew, I was the only one, and I had never told anyone.

     

    "Pam, are you a bedwetter?"

     

    Suddenly Pam's face turned the most amazingly dark red color. I'd never have guessed anyone could blush so intensely! She looked down at the floor and didn't answer.

     

    "I asked you a question!!" said Miss Perkins angrily.

     

    "...... yes..." Pam finally whispered.

     

    "Take your pajamas off and lie down here on the carpet!" ordered Miss Perkins, and I saw that she was holding a large thick cloth diaper. She couldn't have pulled that out any pockets on the skin-tight trousers on her fat-free body. Where had it come from?

     

    Amanda backed away a couple of steps. Suddenly the athletic Miss Perkins grabbed Pam and pinned her down. She ordered us to assist in restraining Pam while she diapered her. Pam screamed "No!!", but she couldn't overpower Miss Perkins, and we were afraid to disobey the strict school nurse when she was in this kind of mood. Within minutes, Pam was standing there wearing a surprisingly thick cloth diaper held against her by stretchable transparent waterproof pants.

     

    "Sarah, are you a bedwetter?"

     

    "No, ma'am!", said Sarah.

     

    We retired to our separate bedrooms. I was a bit shaken by the incident. Even from Miss Perkins I hadn't expected such a thing. But I was tired after a long day, and went to sleep.

     

    When I slept at home, if I woke up in the dark and needed to pee, I thought about the calendar, and asked myself if enough weeks had passed since last time. Let's see, its April 24th..... last time was March 15th! Hooray! Wearing pajamas, flat on my back, I let it go. Why did I have the exquisite feelings that never happened when I was just peeing in a urinal? When I first let go, before the pee started flowing, I felt scared and brave, pushing myself beyond my fears. Then I could feel it approaching the end of my dick. Then warm fluid was flowing onto my belly. I grew into a pool on top of my, soaking my pajamas. Then I felt it flowing down the sides of my upper legs, then down my crotch, and I kept on peeing. Then it's pooling under my butt, and I kept on peeing. I'm soaked and the bed is soaked and I keep on peeing. Glorious! I wish I could just do this every night and have it be my secret! When I'm done, I usually go back to sleep fast. While drifting off to sleep, I remember that our appearance on Quiz Show is in the near future. All the drilling with flashcards we've doing.....

     

    Wait!!!! I'm not at home!! I just wet the bed in the luxurious Vanderfeller Estate! Probably no one's ever wet the bed in this Historic Building before! It will be a national scandal. My name will be on the network news: the boy who defiled the National Monument that is the Historic Vanderfeller Estate! What will I do?? I have to run away before morning! I'll have to go to an orphanage and tell them my parents died and give them a fake name!

     

    I was in panic for an hour, thinking through possibilities. Finally I realized that Room Service would attend to it and Miss Perkins might not find out if I cover it up.

     

    At some point I went back to sleep.

     

    In the morning someone was shaking my shoulder, then I noticed bright sunlight coming in the window, then saw that Miss Perkins was waking me up. She told me I'd slept later than she thought I would. "Time for breakfast!" she said cheerfully.

     

    Then she pulled the covers off me. Then she stared. And gasped. And shouted "Girls, come here at once!!" Amanda, Pam, and Sarah came in. Pam was wearing a wet diaper under transparent stretchable waterproof pants. They all saw that I had wet the bed. Miss Perkins made me take off my pajamas then and there. She had me walk to the next room naked while my classmates followed. I suddenly found out how strong the athletic Miss Perkins was as, before I knew what was happening, she had me over her knee and was delivering stinging blows to my bottom.

     

    Minutes later I stood there naked and she told Pam to go to the bathroom and change into her normal clothes.

     

    "Jimmy will wear a diaper in public all day today!" Miss Perkins announced. I hadn't warm a diaper since I was two years old. I knew it was impossible to escape Miss Perkins. I meekly obeyed as she diapered me. Then I was dressed the way Pam had been. At that point the girls had gone downstairs for breakfast, and Miss Perkins told me to join them. She turned away from me and bent down to close the luggage in which she store diapers and plastic pants. As she bent down, the back of her underwear became clearly visible, and I was astonished to see that she was wearing a wet cloth diaper and clear plastic pants.

  4. Latest Entry

    One more night, that's all Foxy had left to survive. One last night, and Jeremy will have passed his initiation, everyone could go back to their normal schedules. Foxy, well aware of the curse that had befallen her, had once again done any and all preparations to make it through the night. She couldn't let her body get the better of her this time. She would hold it through the night, she had to.

     

    For now, she was doing okay. Yeah, there was a tingle in her bladder now, but it was already a couple hours into the shift, and she had things to keep her mind occupied. Right now, she was right outside the night guard door, because she was going to shine. Good thing she had powerful ears, so she didn't need to see Jeremy to know what he was doing. Just one second of an opening, and everything would be golden.

     

    She may not have to wait long. She could tell when he was looking at the camera monitor by the electronic hum of the screen, but that wasn't enough of an opening when he had peripheral vision. Now, she could hear he was distracted by something, and she could only imagine what it was when he said, “what the fuck are they doing now?” Someone was doing something, Foxy would probably never know what, but it was a clearing, and she would take it happily.

     

    No time to waste, Foxy jumped out from beyond the doorframe, emitting some kind of screeching sound to intimidate him, throwing herself into the room. She had momentum, she was in the air, Jeremy was in her sights and was going to get tackled. Time slowed down in her eyes, she saw him notice her motion, but there was no way he could react in time. His finger twitched on the screen, probably a nervous response, Foxy rationalized.

     

    That's what she thought, until a mechanical whirring began above her. Something came crashing down over her head, and she only realized what it was when the light from inside the office was cut off. Her long muzzle crashed into the hard door while it was still moving down, forcing her down with it. Foxy bounced when she hit the tile floor, her face still sliding on the metal door. She was stunned and numb, but then the pain set in. Her paws pushed her away from the door with all her strength, more than she knew she had because it sent her tumbling back one flip, landing her hard on her butt. That wasn't the hurt that got to her, as her paws gripped her muzzle, not in a way that would block her mouth from opening because she needed to cry in agony. “OWWW! OwwowwowwowwOWWW!” She rubbed her nose, which felt really unpleasant, and checked it. No blood, at least, but she was finding it hard to believe there was no lasting injury. “If that broke my nose, Jeremy, I'm biting your brain out!”

     

    Though muffled through the thick metal, he did reply. “You're fine, stop whining. You just hurt, you'll get over it.”

     

    Foxy did not take kindly to her torment being made light of. “Fuck you too, Jeremy!” She got on her feet and ran off, back to Pirate's Cove. She was still holding her nose, which did a good job at hiding her crying.

     

    She was so distracted by her grief that she wasn't paying enough attention to her running path, because she ran into something. Being that her muzzle stuck out farther from her body, and her head was further forward anyway, so her nose was at the forefront of the impact. A new surge of pain whacked her like a steel door (she knew what that was like personally), and she went back onto the floor while covering her nose. “Owowoww! Watch where you're going, asshole!”

     

    “I'm so sorry, Foxy! You came running while I was coming through and I didn't have time to move and...are you crying?” It was Mangle, and he was now kneeling next to Foxy on the floor, checking up on her.

     

    She was crying, there was no hiding that, but she wasn't about to admit that it was more because of emotional distress. “Y-yeah, Jeremy closed the office door on my face and I ran into it.”

     

    “Believe me, the entire building heard that crash. You're not bleeding, at least. Is it alright if I take a closer look?” Foxy nodded, and Mangle leant closer to her face. There was a brief moment where he locked eye contact with her, before his focus darted downwards to her nose. He gently touched the muzzle area, at which point Foxy immediately winced, bared her fangs, and recoiled. Mangle didn't try to pull her back, he had a diagnosis already. “Yeah, it's hurt all right, but there doesn't appear to be any lasting damage. Just don't crash face first into anything for a while.”

     

    Foxy wasn't planning on it, and would have said it, but something she had kind of noticed on Mangle in their brief eye contact put itself together in her mind. More easily visible due to his white fur, Foxy could see a black mark around Mangle's left eye. “Looks like I'm not the only one to suffer facial damage today. What happened to your eye?”

     

    “Oh, that? One of the kids punched me. Like you said, it's a hateable face. It doesn't hurt, it's just a mark, you don't need to worry about it.”

     

    “But won't a black eye like that scare the little kids, or their parents? Hang on, let me fix this.” Foxy reached behind her head and grabbed the band to her eyepatch, pulling it above her head and removing the headwear. She flipped it to fit on the head of one facing her, and snapped it over Mangle's head. She adjusted it to fit snugly over his left eye, and it was enough to cover the mark. Foxy giggled at the sight of him with just one piece of a pirate uniform. “There, perfect.”

     

    “Sure, no one would be worried by the kid's caretaker wearing an eyepatch. Thanks, I appreciate it.” Foxy could have sworn Mangle looked away bashfully for just a second, and while it could be attributed to low lighting, there could have been a blush too. “I look like a moron, don't I?”

     

    “Total dummy.” Foxy laughed at his new look, and Mangle joined in at his own misfortune. “We should probably hide now, Pirate's Cove is close by.” She led the way back to her domain as her one-fox convoy followed.

     

    As Mangle trailed behind, out of Foxy's sight, he raised his paw to say something, his mouth opened to begin talking, but he didn't want to make what was on his mind known. He wanted to breach a topic, it was gnawing at him, but he didn't know how to do it. It needed to be said, he just couldn't do it now, so he just followed quietly.

     

    Foxy reached Pirate's Cove's curtains and held them open for her friend, who silently followed her lead and entered the room so she could close the curtains. Darkness engulfed both of them for a few seconds, before Foxy turned the miniature light she kept stored in the room on, providing some means of illumination. Foxy was feeling her abdomen worsening, but it was passive for now.

     

    There was a bit more silence following, until Mangle broke it, and he was being blunt. “So...what are you playing at here, Foxy?”

     

    “Playing? The hell are you talking about?”

     

    “You didn't have to invite me in here. You let me stay here for a long while last night. I saw the way you were nervous around me yesterday, I've seen the way you look at me any time we're close. I'd say you've got something specific you're keeping from me.” Mangle leaned in with his paws on his hips, smiling with his eyes half-shut in that smug “I know I'm right” way.

     

    He was right, Foxy knew that, but she needed to play it off cool. It wouldn't work if she just straight admitted she liked him, that's way too forward. Also, he was wrong about her being nervous yesterday instead of a different problem, she could redirect him by claiming misinterpretation “Why do I need a reason to be nice to you? You're my friend, you know that.” She thought that, but a horrifying realization occurred to her. “You do know I'm your friend, right? You never doubted that? I know I've said a few things to you that are pretty mean, but I always liked you, I was only playing around.” Foxy was pretty worried she had driven off someone without realizing.

     

    “What? No, I knew you were playing. You really don't realize the signs you give off to me at basically any time? It seems pretty obvious to me, you've got a really big crush.”

     

    Now her secret was out in the open, and Foxy didn't know how she could keep going feeling exposed like that. She could still deny it. “What are you talking about,” she answered to throw suspicion off, but a nervous laugh interjected in the middle of the sentence betrayed her. Mangle wasn't stupid, that would not get past him unnoticed. “Did Chica tell you?”

     

    “She did, said she was 'being sick of waiting for you to get off your ass and just say it”. Give me some credit, I was seeing the signals before I was told anything. She just...put the last pieces together.”

     

    “That's a rude thing for her to say. I was waiting until I thought the moment was right, that didn't mean it would be this week. That's a hard thing to confess.” But it was in the open now, she might as well do something about it. “So...now that you know about it, what do you think? You know, about us...together?”

     

    “Honestly, it's less of a 'I feel the exact same way' and more 'I got nothing else, let's try it'. You're my friend, so I know you're a good girl, and you're, um...” He had a reason to make the point now, but he didn't know how she would react to the thought considering how he had mentioned it. “You're also really hot.”

     

    She didn't get angry or defensive like he was expecting, but she still responded, agitated. “That needs to be the first rule of our relationship. I don't care what you've seen already, you're not getting a fast track to my boobs again. If anything, you got it when you weren't supposed to, you're not seeing it for longer as punishment.” Foxy covered her chest and turned away a little to get her breasts out of focus, and lifted one leg to cross against the other as a symbol of modesty.

     

    However, as one leg came across the other, her bladder suddenly awakened, like it couldn't comprehend why she could cross her legs unless she had to pee, and her body's needs needed to be consistent. Or did she just really need to legitimately piss all of a sudden? Foxy would never know, all she needed to be concerned with was, damn, she needed to take a leak something fierce. But how, how could she need to relieve herself at such a bad time three nights in a row, when she had taken steps to avoid it happening. There shouldn't have been enough liquid in her body by this time to fill her bladder at all.

     

    She didn't need to understand it, she just had to focus on the present. And in that present, Foxy needed a piddle, painfully bad, and Mangle was with her. She needed her privacy, but she couldn't push Mangle out, not after she had just wooed him...kind of. She was being bashful about her body, but she really did want Mangle to take it and ravish it. Just not yet, and especially not when it threatened to let loose a mighty flood from her genitals.

     

    Right now, Foxy desperately needed something to take her mind off her urine, and Mangle would be great for that. “Mangle, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a long time. Why do you go by that name at all? When did you get the nickname and why did you let it stick?”

     

    “I don't remember much before I came here. I just remember being beaten up and broken before this, and that's where Mangle came from. I kept it, because...I don't have anything else, that's the only name I've ever been called. Doesn't matter where or who, I'm always being abused. Again, like you said, hateable face.” The way he said it sounded like he wanted to be lighthearted, but it was plainly obvious he was hurting from the memories.

     

    That was the worst thing Foxy could imagine; a friend, one known for being humorous even when the situation was not appropriate, feeling down on himself because of something she said. “I know I said that, but...I certainly don't believe it myself.” She leaned in close to Mangle, brought her paw up to his face, and stroked his cheek with her claw, soft enough to not leave a mark. “I think you're really cute, actually.” Her eyes closed as she leaned in, her mouth opening for a kiss. Mangle saw what she was doing and responded in kind, their mouths slowly connecting.

     

    It was right as they touched, Foxy realized why that was a terrible idea. She recoiled in a fraction of a second, covering her face for the tenth time that night because she was very forgetful about her physical condition. “Ow ow, nose, nose!” Distracted by pain, she walked backwards without any consideration for what was behind her. As such, the backs of her legs hit a crate that had been placed there in storage where it wouldn't be seen, sending her tumbling backwards, her spine crashing hard onto the wooden box before she bounced behind it, her legs propped up on the carton as the rest laid on the cold tile floor. She didn't cry out in pain again, her mouth just hung open in shock as the breath was knocked out of her.

     

    Mangle was going to laugh at her, but he was nice enough to ask about her situation first. “You okay there? You're just a real klutz tonight, you're gonna end up seriously injured if you keep this up.”

     

    True, Foxy didn't suffer any fractures or internal bleeding as a result of the fall, but something bad was still on its way. A crash like that, happening to someone with a filling bladder, not a good combination. Before Foxy had even regained her bearings, both of them heard a hissing sound, paired with the soft pattering of it hitting fabric. She couldn't move from horror, he could see everything that was happening, it was unmistakable to anyone who would see it; Foxy wet her pants.

     

    Foxy was mortified. She didn't have to go all that bad, she could have held it if she didn't take a dive. And now, a cute guy was watching her pee herself because she tried to kiss him without considering the consequences. She wasn't going to cry, she wasn't going to lower herself even further by crying, but she hated herself right then. She had done something so childish and she would never forget it, nor would anyone let her. She just wanted to stay in her spot, where her butt continued to soak in her own waters, and drown in her shame.

     

    As she wallowed in self-pity, Mangle stood by to observe. He was watching his friend, his new girlfriend, have an accident on the floor. Why was he still watching it? He wasn't taking enjoyment from her humiliation, he wouldn't do that to a friend even if that was exactly the kind of guy he was. He wasn't watching to see her leak, he didn't care one way or another about that. He was just...watching, the same way he'd watch any normal event. But it wasn't normal, so why was he acting like it was just another thing? Maybe he was used to his own bathroom visits and didn't find this fascinating, even if Foxy was most certainly not using a toilet at the moment.

     

    Whatever the reason, he watched until Foxy finally emptied, when the sound of falling liquid hitting the forming puddle stopped. That was the point when Mangle suddenly realized, Foxy hadn't noticed him. She had been busy being upset to pay attention to what was happening outside her body, or outside what her body had created. But she noticed him now when she looked up at where he was standing, intense sorrow in her eyes. Mangle expected her to cry, that's a pretty natural reaction to what she had just accidentally done, but he also expected her to get angry at him, not just from projected aggression against herself, but because he had stared like a pervert, the second time in as many days. Instead, she just looked at him sadly with puppy dog eyes, asking “what do you think of me now, a baby fox that wets her pants,” with choked back tears.

     

    Mangle wasn't going to blame her, he never thought of that, even as he pieced together what had happened on Foxy's side, over the last three days. Accidents happen, that was something any staff member at a children's business needed to accept, especially those dealing with very young kids like him. He was smarter than most gave him credit for, something he had no problem repeating, but something about the way Foxy looked, how depressed she was, it wasn't the right time to show how perceptive he was by figuring it all out. Maybe, just now, he needed to play dumb. “Damn, that must have been a really bad fall to make you piss yourself like that. You okay, no serious damage?”

     

    Foxy was stunned, she had just had a really major accident in front of the boyfriend she just got a few minutes before, and he was acting like it was no big deal. Almost as if he was more concerned about her well-being over some pee, what a novel concept. “Uh, y-yeah, I-I'm okay. I mean, outside of soaked shorts, that is. Thanks for asking.” Her sentences were stilted, she couldn't believe this is what she was saying.

     

    Mangle leaned over the box that caused everything and reached a paw out to Foxy. She grabbed it, and he pulled her upright, a few drops falling off her pants into the large puddle she was now standing in. “That's good to hear,” he said as he looked deep into her golden eyes. “Still, you've had one hell of a night, and we're only a couple hours in. Might be a good idea to turn in early.”

     

    He said it like it was nothing, but Foxy could sense the subtext, that hidden meaning behind his words clear to her. And while she would have liked to just sleep everything off, she couldn't turn down that secret offer. “You're probably right. I really need to get out of these shorts, they're starting to get cold. I need to warm up.” She wanted to be as sly as Mangle, but she couldn't help cracking a smile with a giggle.

     

    Now that Foxy had understood what he was getting at, he didn't need to be so subtle. “I'll escort you upstairs. I can also stay with you, make you feel more comfortable, make you feel whatever you want to feel...” Just then, he was interrupted by a sound emitted by the radio in his pocket, though he couldn't discern what it was exactly.

     

    Annoyed that the moment was abruptly ruined, Mangle pulled out the walkie talkie and pressed the talk button. “Whoever just talked, what did you say? Didn't catch it. Not rogered.”

     

    “I said, what are you and Foxy doing,” Freddy demanded. “Neither one of you has checked in at all!”

     

    Mangle was not putting up with this, and he turned the device's back to face him, used his claw to pop the rear cover, and pulled the battery out. Putting both pieces back into his pants, he looked at Foxy, who was amazed at what he had just done. He just shrugged and replied, “battery's dead.”

     

    “I just realized I left my radio upstairs. Freddy's gonna be pissed about that. Like he probably will be about that mess. We should probably clean that up.”

     

    “Fuck it,” Mangle responded. “I'm tired, I got better things to do, I'm not dealing with this now.” Foxy was impressed by his sudden boldness, because she kissed him right there. He grabbed her as they made out heavily, expecting her to push back. She didn't, and when they broke, the first thing he asked was “how's your nose now?”

     

    “Mangle, my shorts are drenched in my own pee. Nose pain really doesn't matter right now. If we're going to do something, we should go now, I'm not going to be in the mood if we stay in Pirate's Cove.”

     

    He was happy and ready to oblige, and led the way as the two walked through the pizzeria halls to the stairs, Mangle standing directly in front of Foxy to shield her from the security cameras. On their journey, Mangle had to ask something, quietly so they wouldn't be heard. “So, what happened to your modesty ground rule of our relationship?”

     

    “I'm not a robot, I'm a girl. A girl with needs, ones that need to be fulfilled right now. Shut up so we can do it.” Mangle was satisfied with that answer, and he turned back to face their movement direction, giving Foxy silence to think. Sure, she had completely humiliated herself, but all in all, this night was going to be amazing.

  5. Allison’s Work Dilemma

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    Jane boarded the train at 9:00 am on her way to New York City, she was going in to see her mother who lived in the East Village. The train ride would be about an hour and a half so she packed quite a few bottles of water and other snacks to bring with her on the way. Jane grabbed a seat on the lower deck of the train and made sure to sit near a bathroom if she so needed to use it.
    Jane sat down in her seat, the worn blue cloth adapting to her body as she sat. Jane leaned back, taking out and opening her first bottle of water, a cold bottle of Poland Springs. She chose to sit near the bathroom because of her tiny bladder. She had bedwetting issues when she was a child, wetting until she was 10 when she suddenly stopped. She would soak the bed and wake up drenched in her pee the better part of the week. She also had a few accidents in her adult hood, she was 21 when she had her last accident. She went out drinking at a local bar with her friends to celebrate her 21st birthday. Her friend Carol was their designated driver, and after having three bottles of beer, on the way home, she completely drenched her pants, soaking Carol’s leather seats in her hot urine.
    Jane started to gulp generously from the water bottle, and eventually moving on to the next, and then the second to last bottle she had. Jane checked her twitter until she felt her bladder acting up. Without hesitation, Jane got up and walked to the bathroom. Jane stopped when she noticed the door was locked.
    Excuse me, are you going to be long in there, I need to use the bathroom? Jane asked through the door.
    It’s going to be a while mam, I am changing my son the voice on the other side of the door replied.
    Great. A woman was changing her baby, Jane would just have to wait.
    Jane went back to her seat and sat back down. With all the water she had rushing to her bladder, Jane started to fidget a bit, barely showing any physical signs of desperation. The train was packed with people, and she did not want to attract any attention. With the next few minutes that passed. On top of the water Jane already had, a small coffee was sitting at the bottom of Jane’s bladder, the caffeine bringing upon a hard to ignore need to poop. Jane had a fast metabolism and when she needed to poop, she NEEDED to go. The feeling of poop filling up in her practically dwarfed the uncomfortableness of the need to pee, which was getting stronger and stronger with every passing minute. Jane farted and almost lost her bowels, with a spurt of pee shooting out of her urethra. Jane immediately crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch. Jane got up and made a walk/run to the bathroom, knocking on it again.
    Occupied, came a male voice from inside the lavatory.
    Crap, Jane thought, while she was sitting down, someone else must have used the opportunity to take up real estate in the bathroom.
    Just as Jane started to ask the man to come out, the intercom came to life.
    Attention all passengers, we are now arriving at Penn Station, please grab your personal belongings and have a nice day.
    Great. The train was coming to a stop, she could get off and make a mad dash for the Penn Station bathrooms. Jane went back to her seat and grabbed her backpack and pocket book. Another spurt of pee came out, creating a small wet patch on the crotch of Jane’s red denim jeans. Jane forced her hands in to her crotch, waddling out of the train to the Penn Station bathrooms. More pee leaked out as she noticed the women’s bathroom line was out the door.
    She had one more place she could go. Jane made a run out of Penn Station, calling an Uber to come get her. The cold September air made gave her chills, waiting out by the street, her hand in her crotch. Several minutes later, the Uber arrived and Jane got in an sat down.
    Umm, East 6th Street please, drop me off the café, thank you.
    So mam, what are you doing in the east village?
    Just going to see my mother, she lives in one of the apartment buildings there.
    Awesome, my mother lives on the upper west side.
    More pee squirted out, creating a large wet patch on the front of her pants. Jane started moving back and forth and opening and closing her legs.
    When they arrived at the café, Jane made a b-line inside to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Jane grabbed her zipper and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge.
    Oh no, please god, no!
    Jane farted and poop shot out in to her panties, pee gushing out as well, A huge wet patch starting to form, spreading to her legs, pee funneling in to her boots. Jane felt the back of her pants, feeling a large hunk of poop.
    Jane gasped, a tear falling from her eyes. Jane pulled down her pants.
    Poop and pee were dripping down her legs.
    Jane cleaned up and changed in to her extra pair of pants, not saying a word to anyone about what happened to her.

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    “Did you want to see me, Stacey?” Brandon asked as he peeped in through the slightly open office door.
    “Yes Brandon, come in .. I’ve been waiting for you…” Stacey replied with a smile. He walked in and she pointed him to take a seat .
    She poured him a glass of water from the jug kept on her table.
    Although Brandon wasn’t thirsty , he readily accepted her offering. He couldn’t refuse his boss anyway, could he?
    Placing the now empty glass back on the table , Brandon waited for Stacey to tell why she had called him in .

     

    In her early thirties , Stacey McGregor was the General Manager of the Mathew & Smith Accounting firm. It was obvious that everyone tried to be in her good books, unless they wanted to get fired. She was ambitious and passionate for her work but off late, her attention had been wavering off towards Brandon.

     

    It was not as if Stacey liked him or anything, but she found him cute and that was enough for her motives to go wrong.

     

    “As I’ve come to know Brandon, your performance at work has been steadily declining, is there any specific reason behind it?” she asked with a low but stern voice ,enough to let Brandon know that he was in trouble.

     

    “Is it ? B-But I’ve met all the targets on time… “ Brandon exclaimed , sitting in a more upright and attentive posture now. He was shocked at what he was listening to. How was that even possible? He had been working his ass off to get a promotion that was actually due for more than an year now. It was technically impossible for his performance to have gone down! If anything , then it should have gone up!

     

    “Well that is what I’ve observed and even heard from others…you know Brandon, we can’t afford to have lazy asses working for us…” she said. Brandon could make out where this was going.

     

    “I am telling you Stacey, there must have been some mistake… “ Brandon said, he was at a complete loss of words for something so unexpected. He just didn’t know how to react!

     

    “Well I am sorry Brandon, but we may have to let you go if that’s the case…” Stacey said, looking straight at him. She knew he was terrified and that was all she wanted.

     

    “No please you can’t do this to me...Stacey…I’ve been working here for 5 years now…you can’t just ask me to leave like that…” Brandon blabbered out, his heart beat reaching a crescendo. He was sure he was gonna die any moment.

     

    “There isn’t much I can do to help you… we only want people who are willing to give it their all, you know….” Stacey said, pressing her lips together , a sign that she felt sorry for him.

     

    “I am willing to give it my all Stacey! Just tell me what you want me to do!” Brandon wailed. Stacey had him where she wanted, this was her chance.

     

    “Well not much… I just want you to put off going to the toilet, until I give you the permission to do so..” she said, with a slight smile as she played with a pen.

     

    “What?” Brandon asked, taken aback by such an absurd demand.

     

    “…only if you wish to keep your job.” Stacey completed her sentence, raising her eyebrows in a way that told that she had the power to make or break his career.
    Brandon felt a chill running down his body. He wanted Stacey to know that he thought what a huge creep she was, but he couldn’t. He wanted his job and he wanted it bad.

     

    “Well isn’t there something else I can do for you?” he asked, trying to bring the deal to a more negotiable situation. In fact he was ready to sleep with her if she wanted to, after all Stacey was one of the hottest female employees that their company could boast of.
    But Stacey was adamant , it didn’t look like she was gonna budge.

     

    “I don’t think you want to work here , but my offer is still open, take it or leave it…” she smirked.
    Brandon understood he had no way out.His only way was to give into her demand.

     

    “Well fine…I’ll do as you say..” he sighed as he looked down to his lap. He couldn’t believe what he was getting into.

     

    “That’s like a good boy…” Stacey said, her smile much wider than before as she poured another glass of water for him.
    Brandon reluctantly looked at the glass full of water for a moment as Stacey held it towards him. He didn’t want to drink it but he had no choice.
    He took it from her and downed the entire contents at one go and placed the glass back on the table.

     

    “Now...can I go back to work?” he asked, trying to keep his tone as humble as possible.

     

    “Not so fast honey...I want you to have troubles…” Stacey grinned, pouring more water into the glass.

     

    “Oh my God!” Brandon gasped under his breathe , how much was she gonna make him drink?
    This went on until the entire jug ran empty . Brandon’s stomach started feeling bloated with all the water he had just consumed. He felt uncomfortable but didn’t complain.

     

    “Now...you can go back to your desk ..”, Stacey ordered, “…but remember, I am watching you, no toilets…” she smirked, waving her index finger.
    He was so angry at her but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.

     

    Brandon’s desk was clearly visible to Stacey through the glass wall of her office cabin and there was no way for him to sneak off to the toilets without being noticed.

     

    At his desk, Brandon checked his watch, it was 1:30 in the noon. This meant he still had 5 hours to go before he could leave for his home.

     

    Puzzled at what to do, he looked at Stacey’s cabin to find her keeping an eye on him. She wouldn’t let him go while he was in the office and there was no possible way he could hold his pee for the next five hours considering the amount he had drank.
    Nevertheless Brandon got back to his work.

     

    20 minutes into it, he started to feel slight twinges within his bladder. He didn’t want to know if Stacey was still looking at him. He felt, so vulnerable.
    Soon the lunch time ensued and Brandon’s need to pee had reached a new height by then.

     

    A peon walked up to him to inform that Stacey had called him to her cabin.

     

    “Again?!” he barked to himself. He was growing increasingly frustrated by her actions.

     

    “Yes?” he asked as he walked into her office.

     

    “Have a seat Brandon, I thought we could have lunch together…what should I order for you? Do you like Chinese?” Stacey asked ,as she picked up her phone to place an order.

     

    “No thanks, I’m not hungry..” he replied in a tone that conveyed annoyance.

     

    “Well good for you… I just wanted to check on you, if you are doing fine or not?” she asked, “I guess you have to use the toilets..?” , she smiled, coming straight to the point.

     

    “Yes I do…”

     

    “Good… I like where this is going…” Stacey said, giving a look to Brandon.
    He wanted to tell her what a bitch she was for making him hold but he couldn’t.
    Stacey asked Brandon to stay in her cabin till the lunch got over so she could closely observe his growing discomfort and desperation.

     

    She ordered food for the both of them so that they could engage themselves with something while Brandon was in there . By the time the hour long lunch break came to an end, Brandon could feel a considerable amount of urine sitting in his bladder.

     

    He stood up to leave but stopped on his way out when he heard Stacey’s voice.

     

    “Well, a while has passed since you drank all that water…and soon ,you’re about to have to pee really, really badly!” she laughed.

     

    He knew she was right, at this rate his bladder was gonna be full very soon.

     

    As he shuffled through some papers on his desk, Brandon could feel his need to pee intensifying rapidly. The waistband of his pants was starting to cut into his protruding abdomen.

     

    He was trying hard not to think about his ever mounting need but it wasn’t that easy. He tried to focus all his attention on his work as his bladder continued to fill and swell.

     

    Brandon was now finding it difficult to sit still, he couldn’t help but squirm in his seat from time to time.

     

    He pressed his legs together and continued to work, hoping all this would end somehow.

     

    For a moment he thought of quitting his job, just so he could use the toilets, but then erased the idea from his mind. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to find another high paying job like this in such a poor economy.

     

    Just then his phone bleeped, it was a message, from Stacey. It read –
    “I know, you’ re feeling it.. J”

     

    It was like his head was hit by a rod.She was right. Brandon had gone from bad to worse since he had last spoken to her.
    He looked towards her cabin and as expected, found her staring at him. Didn’t she have something better to do?
    Brandon ignored Stacey and continued with his work.

     

    He had a report to submit today and he seriously didn’t have time for her stupid games.

     

    He tried to suppress the pressure that was building up in his bladder but he knew it was no use. However hard he fought , Brandon just couldn’t take his mind off his need to pee.

     

    Another bleeping sound from his phone informed Brandon that he had a message , it was Stacey, again.
    “On a scale from 1 to 10 ,how bad do you need to go?”

     

    It didn’t look like this woman was gonna leave him alone anytime soon. With irritation wrecking his brain, Brandon texted back –
    “Around 5…”

     

    He carelessly flung his phone on the table and turned to look at Stacey’s cabin. She was smiling at him.

     

    Brandon had never imagined that someone could ever manipulate him like this. What would Stacey get by doing this to him?

     

    It was around 4 o’clock, when Brandon’s body seriously started to make its need felt. He had to end this torture or else there was no possible way for him to keep working without being distracted by his need to pee.

     

    He entered her cabin , not bothering to knock the door first.

     

    “May I go to the bathroom now?” he asked right away in a demanding voice.

     

    “No …not yet… I want to watch you squirm and dance, trying not to wet your pants” ,Stacey replied after a pause as she looked up from the stash of papers she was working upon.

     

    “Huh…” Brandon shrugged in repulsion, slightly rubbing his thighs together.
    He was starting to sweat. He knew Stacey liked to assert her power over her employees, but surely this was taking it a bit far. She not only wanted to restrict his access to the bathroom, but she wanted to...watch?

     

    Deeply uncomfortable, Brandon glanced back toward his desk. "Um, I have some work I should finish before the end of the day..."

     

    Stacey paused slightly, but didn't lift her eyes from the papers in front of her. "Oh, no," she purred. "I think you've done enough...work for today." The edges up her lips curled upward. "Why don't you just relax in my office for awhile?"

     

    Brandon inhaled sharply. He'd agreed to Stacey's original restrictions, and he'd drunk the water, but he'd been sure she just wanted to toy with him. Now, her motives seemed far more predatory, and he was incredibly nervous.

     

    "Have a seat, Brandon," Stacey ordered breezily, waving her hand toward one of the dark purple, avant-garde chairs in front of her desk.

     

    Delicately, Brandon obeyed. A spasm crossed his bladder, and he squeezed his thighs together, bending forward slightly.

     

    Stacey raised her head, her eyes gleaming with delight. "And where would you say you are now, on that one to ten scale?"

     

    Panting quietly, Brandon stared at his boss. "An eight," he muttered. "Maybe a nine."

     

    "Goooooooood," Stacey drawled. "You're well on your way to working yourself back into my...good graces."

     

    Brandon's breaths were shallow. He was clenching his muscles tightly, wondering wildly how far Stacey was going to take this. He needed this job, and, other than Stacey, he really liked working in accounting. In the current job market in his town, he couldn't afford to be fired.

     

    Another hour passed, and Brandon couldn't stop squirming. His bladder pressed fiercely against his belt, and drops of sweat rolled steadily down his back. He couldn't remember the last time he'd held it this long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd make it.

     

    His bladder pulsed harder than ever, and he reflexively grabbed his crotch, gripping tightly, but not before a small leak escaped.

     

    Stacey's head snapped up, and she sucked in an eager breath, breaking the unnerving silence she'd maintained for the past hour. "Something wrong, Brandon?"

     

    "P-please, Stacey," Brandon breathed. "I'm at my limit. Can I please use the restroom?"

     

    Rising gracefully from her seat, Stacey walked around her desk and laid her hand lightly on Brandon's shoulder. Without saying a word, she walked out onto the office floor.

     

    "Listen up, everyone!" she called to her workers. The office immediately went silent, every eye on the feared boss. "You've all worked exceptionally hard this week. I think you deserve to start your weekends a bit early. Everyone is excused, immediately."

     

    After one stunned moment, Brandon's coworkers started to leave in a flurry of activity. They were used to working until 6 or 7, at least, on Fridays, and they all wanted to take advantage of the boss's unprecedented generosity before she changed her mind.

     

    With her chin raised in satisfaction, Stacey turned on her heel and strolled back through her office cabin door.

     

    Still sweating and holding himself, Brandon looked up at her expectantly. "Does th-this mean I can leave?"

     

    Stacey stared at him, tilting her head slightly. Then, without saying a word, she reached behind her and shut her cabin door with a resounding click.

     

    Brandon's eyes widened in panic. "S-stacey, please!" he panted. "I'm going to have an accident!"

     

    Stacey's chest swelled as she drew in an unnaturally large breath. "Why, Brandon," she giggled, "What exactly did you think was the purpose of this whole exercise?"

     

    She turned and sat on the front edge of desk, now gazing at Brandon with naked anticipation.

     

    Heart beating frantically, Brandon stared incredulously at his boss. There's no way she was actually going to make him wet himself, was there? His thoughts raced. This had to be illegal. How could she do this? Why him? Had she done this to other employees?

     

    His thoughts were interrupted by another strong pulse from his bladder, sending a slightly larger leak into his pants. Brandon gasped and tightened his grip, looking down at his crotch. He thought he could see a tiny wet patch under his hand.

     

    "Yeeeees," Stacey hissed, staring intently. She unhooked the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing her black, lacy bra. She licked her lips, looking for all the world like some sort of alien-lizard woman. Brandon half expected to see a scaly tail flick out from under her skirt.

     

    He looked around wildly. This had gone too far, and the predatory look in Stacey's eyes was starting to scare him. Giving his dick a preparatory squeeze, he stood up from the uncomfortable chair.

     

    "That's enough, Stacey," he declared, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "I'm leaving."

     

    Stacey rose quickly from her perch on the desk, nearly eye-to-eye with Brandon in her 5-inch spike heels. Her EYES FLASHEDarrow-10x10.png dangerously, and her voice was icy when she spoke. "You take one step toward that door and you're fired."

     

    Brandon's shoulders slumped, and he felt another spurt escape. "Y-you can't..." he stammered.

     

    Smirking, Stacey straightened her shoulders. "Can't what?" she snapped. "I'm the boss. You report to me. Besides," she continued, looking far too pleased with herself for Brandon's liking. "Who would believe you anyway?"

     

    Another leak squirted into Brandon's pants; the damp patch was now visible beyond his clutching fist. He whined softly, hunching over.

     

    "That's it," Stacey purred, her breasts heaving as she leaned back onto her desk.

     

    Brandon knew he had only seconds left. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his boss was actually going to force him to choose between keeping his job and wetting himself in front of her. His eyes began to well up with fear and anger. He opened his mouth to beg Stacey to let him leave.

     

    Before he could get a single word out, a sharp pain knifed through his lower abdomen. Gasping in pain, Brandon released his grasp on his dick and dropped to one knee, clutching the back of the purple chair to keep from falling over completely.

     

    Before his knee even hit the ground, urine burst out of him, flowing down his legs and expanding the stain on his pants at an alarming rate, cascading over the wrinkles left by his tight grip. The stain spread in all directions as the fabric of his pants couldn't keep up with the forceful gush of liquid.

     

    "Yes!" Stacey moaned, watching fixedly. She reached under her skirt, fingers working furiously as she stared at the man kneeling in front of her, having an accident.

     

    Brandon breathed heavily, his mind swimming, Red spots floated in front of his eyes as he wet uncontrollably through his gray slacks. Urine started to pool around his knee, soaking slowly into the thin, industrial carpet.

     

    Stacey's moans escalated into shrieks as she brought herself to climax as Brandon finally finished peeing. She slumped back on the desk, eyes closed and panting hard.

     

    Blinking tears out of his eyes, Brandon kept his head down, angry and humiliated. He couldn't bear to stay in that office another second, but fear of losing his job made him hesitant to move.

     

    After nearly a minute, Stacey's breaths finally evened out, and she lazily opened her eyes, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Well done, Mr. Charles," she whispered. "I think I'll let you keep your job." With a close-lipped grin, she reached out and placed one finger under Brandon's chin, raising his face to meet hers. "You may go."

     

    Wrenching his head to the side, Brandon rose to his feet and bolted from the office. He could barely spare a thought to be grateful for the absence of his coworkers as he stumbled toward the parking garage, not even breaking stride as he passed his desk and snatched up his keys and briefcase.

     

    In his car, Brandon finally paused, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, gulping in great breaths of air. He felt sick, violated. His soaked trousers pressed heavily against his groin and thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. He choked back a sob and started the car.

     

    Brandon stumbled through the door to his apartment, dropped his briefcase on the floor, and flung his coat at the coat rack. Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he turned the corner to head through the kitchen and back to the bedroom to change.

     

    "Surprise!"

     

    Brandon stopped cold and stared stupidly at Vanessa, his girlfriend of 4 years, standing in front of the stove with her arms outstretched in glee.

     

    The soft hum of the oven fan was the only sound as Brandon and Vanessa stared at each other, frozen. Vanessa's eager smile faded quickly as she watched Brandon's stunned reaction to her surprise; her face fell even further as her eyes traveled downward to the huge, wet stain on the front of his pants.

     

    After several shocked seconds, they both began talking at once.

     

    "What are you doing here?"

     

    "Bran, what happened?"

     

    "You're supposed to be in New York..."

     

    "Honey, are you sick?"

     

    "You flight isn't scheduled until tomorrow..."

     

    "Babe, what happened?"

     

    "Vanessa!"

     

    Hearing the fear and urgency in her boyfriend's voice, Vanessa bit back her questions momentarily. Drawing in a steadying breath, she responded cautiously, "I finished early and moved up my flight. I wanted to surprise you," she added, suddenly abashed at her spur-of-the-moment plan.

     

    Brandon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Of course there was no way to hide his accident from Vanessa. He'd have to explain it to her, even though he'd honestly been planning on trying never to think about it again.

     

    Hesitantly, Vanessa took a step toward Brandon. "Bran," she started softly. "Are you OK?"

     

    Sighing, Brandon clenched and unclenched his fists. He turned his head to the side, staring at the baseboards under the cupboards. Vanessa waited patiently, knowing better than to push him.

     

    Finally, haltingly, Brandon started talking, telling Vanessa the whole story: being called into Stacey's cabin, being accused of falling behind at work, the many glasses of water, the texts, the final threat.

     

    At that point, Brandon's voice cracked. "Ness, what could I do? We need that job!" He swallowed thickly. "I couldn't hold it. I tried, but I just couldn't help it. It started coming out, and I fell, and I had an ac-accident and she just s-sat there, watching and loving every second!"

     

    Vanessa closed the gap between then, grabbing Brandon's hands.

     

    "It was awful," Brandon choked. "How can I go back there? She knows she owns me now! She could make me do it again!" WIth a whimper, he leaned his forehead against Vanessa's. "But I can't quit..."

     

    "Bran..." Vanessa whispered, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. "Yes, you can."

     

    Grimacing, Brandon shook his head. "There are no other accounting firms in town, and you haven't been able to find work..."

     

    "Babe," Vanessa looked up at the man she loved with a small smile on her face. "I did. I got the job."

     

    Brandon blinked. "What?"

     

    "They offered it to me at the end of the interview. That's why I flew back early - to tell you," Vanessa held Brandon's face in her hands. "We're moving to New York, Bran. You don't have to go back to that woman."

     

    Brandon let out a strangled cry and dropped to his knees for the second time in an hour. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him as he finally started to sob, releasing all the fear, humiliation, and rage of the afternoon. Vanessa held his against her chest, stroking his hair and whispering soothing words.

     

    "I start in two weeks, and they're covering moving costs. There are hundreds of accounting firms in New York, and HR said they'd help you network," Vanessa explained, softly but excitedly, as Brandon cried.

     

    Finally, Brandon's sobs dissolved into sniffles. Vanessa knelt in front of him and gazed into his eyes. "It's going to be OK, Bran."

     

    Brandon wiped his eyes and nodded, acutely aware of the drenched pants still clinging to his legs.

     

    Rising, Vanessa pulled Brandon to his feet. "I still have to finish dinner," she said, squeezing his hands gently. "I wasn't expecting you home for another hour. You go get cleaned up, and then we'll eat."

     

    Smiling slightly for the first time all day, Brandon leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Ness." Then he walked past her and headed into the bedroom, ready to physically and emotionally wash off the horror of the day, knowing that he'd never have to go through it again.

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    Delia Ketchum groaned as the cries of the “beast” filled the three bedroom house once again. So much for my relaxing evening. The woman sat on the couch in the living room and turned the volume up on the tv remote trying to drown out the cries of distress coming from the back of the house that grew louder and louder by the minute. What is that woman doing? Why isn’t Rachel calming “IT” down by now?

     

    After another five minutes Delia couldn’t take it any more as she slammed the remote down on the couch and got up. I work all day and night. Can’t I just have ONE relaxing night without that THING ruining it for me?

     

    After popping her head into her former daughters bedroom to find Rachel nowhere, she stormed down the hall in a huff.

     

    “RACHEL!” Delia yelled pounding on her bedroom door. “It wants you! Rachel!” After getting no reply Delia slowly opened the door to find the woman sprawled out on her bed, still fully dressed and sound asleep. Delia marched into the room in order to wake her, but froze after seeing the open bottle of aspirin sitting on the nightstand. Delia sighed and quietly tip toed out closing the door behind her. I guess even she is at her limit.

     

    “Alright, what is it you want?” Delia asked the screaming child with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. The girl simply continued her pitiful wails as Delia sat down next to her after dropping the bar on her bed to keep her from falling out. “Ugh, that’s what it is.” Delia groaned to herself after sniffing the air. After letting out another sigh of disgust, Delia stood and made her way over to the diaper supplies and prepared for the horrors that awaited her.

     

    “Yuck.” She moaned after removing the girls shorts and un taping the girls diaper. Delia then began the task of less than gently cleaning up the mess that she believed was Rachel’s job. “Oh quit your whining.” She mumbled after roughly wiping the girls privates to reveal the red irritated areas underneath. “Oh.” She said a little more softly taking in the state of Emily’s heavily irritated skin. “No wonder you’re crying.” I guess I shouldn’t have been so rough.

     

    “Ok, just hold on.” She said running back to the closet to search through the bag of the real Emily’s supplies from when she was ill to find the diaper rash cream tucked away from when she last used on her real daughter. Doesn’t Rachel know she’s supposed to use this stuff? It doesn’t even look like she was even using talcum powder. No wonder IT had a rash.

     

    Once the remains of mess was much more gently cleaned away Delia then began the careful process of rubbing in the cream on the red, irritated and swollen areas (that seemed to be everywhere) as Emily whimpered and cried in pain. After sprinkling baby powder and taping up a new diaper, Delia wiped her hands clean with a wet wipe and tossed dirty supplies away in the pail beside the bed.

     

    “That’s got to feel a little better.” Delia said looking down at the child who still whimpered a bit. Come to think of it I haven't seen Rachel all night since I’ve been back. I wonder how long she’s been asleep. Did she feed it? I think I remembered seeing some bottles in the fridge. Maybe I should give it one just in case.

     

    “Here.” Delia said holding out a bottle towards the girl as if she would grab it on her own and begin drinking. What am I thinking? It’s not going to know. Delia silently chastised herself and sat on the edge of Emily’s bed and stuck the rubber nipple of the bottle into the girls mouth. She breathed a sigh of relief as Emily began instantly nursing without a fight. “Guess you were hungry.” Delia said softly as she watched the girl hungrily devour the bottle. Izzy (now turned Emily) continued to suckle as she stared up at Delia with her bright green eyes.

     

    “You look so much like her.” Delia said barely above a whisper staring down at the girl as she continued to hold the bottle for her. A silent tear fell down her face as she gently placed a hand on the girls cheek. Emily smiled from behind her bottle at the woman’s touch causing a little bit of a milk to spill from the side of her mouth. Delia smiled letting out a soft chuckle as she wiped the edge of the girls mouth with the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt. Emily let out a soft giggle seeing the woman's smile and held out her arms towards her once Delia had removed the now empty bottle from her mouth.

     

    The woman looked at her confused for a moment before realization finally dawned on her. “You want me to hold you?” She quietly asked at the child who laid on the bed with her arms outstretched with a pleading look on her face. “Alright.” Delia said with a small hint of a smile on her face as she gently lifted the child in her lap facing her as she studied her. More tears slowly raced down her face at the happy innocent expression in the girl’s eyes as they shone with infantile happiness at being held. To make matters worse Emily wrapped her arms around Delia and rested her head on her chest enjoying the much larger, albeit empty, containers of this new woman.

     

    Slowly Delia returned the hug as she held the girl in her arms and sobbed. “I’m sorry.” Delia whispered in the child’s ear as she rocked her back and forth rubbing the girls back. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be better, Emily. I promise I’ll love you.”

     

    “So that’s it then.” Delia heard come from the other side of the room causing her blood to run cold. She slowly lifted her head to find Emily - the real Emily- standing there with a look of deep hurt and anger on her sunken in face. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkened room as her severely underweight body looked as if it was ready to collapse under her at any minute.

     

    “Am I that easily replaceable?” She asked in an empty and monotone voice. “ I had my doubts about my worth, but I never thought you’d just throw me away like that.”

     

    “No, Emily.” Delia whimpered. “It wasn’t like that-”

     

    “You just threw me away and replaced me with a new model- a better model. You didn’t even say good-bye. You left me to be buried alone as someone else. No one mourned me; they cried for her.” She said pointing the girl Delia clung onto in fear.

     

    “Emily, please!” Delia cried. “I miss you so much!”

     

    “Oh really?” The girl said with lifeless hollow eyes in a disbelieving tone. “Looks like you’re perfectly happy without me now that you’ve got a healthy daughter.”

     

    “No! I love you!”

     

    “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have abandoned me for her. “

     

    ‘’Can’t I love you both?” Delia asked in tears. “I want to love you both!” Emily slowly shook her head as Delia’s heart sank at the look of deep hurt on her face. She wanted to reach out to her daughter, but for some reason she couldn’t let go of the girl in her arms no matter how much she wanted to. Every second she clung to the girl the look of pain increased tenfold on Emily’s face. She was hurting her daughter and she couldn’t stop! “Emily! EMILY!” Delia screamed.

     

    The girl finally turned her back on her and disappeared, but not before muttering, “I knew I wasn’t wanted.”

     

    Delia awoke in the middle of the night drenched in sweat as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Her face was soaked in tears as she loudly sobbed and cried out for her lost daughter. She didn’t even stop or try to collect herself ten minutes later when she heard soft knocking on her door as Rachel let herself in. Instead Delia simply curled into the fetal position with her face buried into her pillow as she continued her gut wrenching sobs as Rachel gently rubbed her friends back.

     

    Delia cried until nothing but gasps for air came out. Her sides and stomach hurt, she felt like she was going to drown in her own snot and her swollen red eyes burned with each tear she could no longer force out. At some point Rachel had had to manually move her when she worried she couldn’t get any air when all that she could manage was worrisome choking sounds.

     

    “I threw my own daughter away! I got rid of her like she was trash!” Delia managed to choke out through her heavy dry sobs. “I tried to replace her like some store bought item and now she hates me! She was so hurt!”

     

    “What makes you think she hates you?” Rachel gently asked.

     

    “She- she was in my dream and she knew I had tried to replace her!” Delia whimpered.

     

    “It was just a dream.” Rachel said softly trying to console her although she understood where she was coming from. It was exactly what they had done after all. Rachel could no longer lie to herself and say it was for Izzy. “Emily knows you loved her.” Rachel said after a moment of thought. “Everyone who has eyes knows you loved her.”

     

    “What do I do?” Delia asked. “My heart hurts every time I see her.” Rachel nodded in understanding knowing she was speaking of Izzy and silently picking up on the use of correct pronouns.

     

    “You love her. You don’t have to replace Emily, in fact don’t even try. No one can take Emily’s place, but you love this girl for who she is: her sister. We may fool the world, but we will always know it’s not Emily. Hell even Namine knows it’s not Emily! We will raise her and love her; not as the original Emily, but for who she grows up to be.” Rachel said. Delia nodded her head and took a few deep breathes before sitting up as Rachel offered her her outstretched hand.

     

    “I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.” Rachel said slowly leading Delia by the hand as they entered the child’s room who appeared to be awake. “I’d like you to meet your second daughter.” Rachel said patting the edge of the bed for Delia to join her as she sat Emily up and placed her in Delia’s lap.

     

    “Hello...Emily.” Delia said with a pause as she looked into the girls innocent, wide green eyes for the first time.

     

    It was at that moment something happened that the two women would never forget. It would be the moment Delia would let go off all the guilt and sadness that prevented her from caring for this girl. Completely out of the blue as the two stared into each others eyes, a sudden flash of intelligence shone in the girl’s face as she she uttered the words clear as day, “I forgive you.”

     

    Just as sudden as the look of awareness appeared, it was replaced by the empty infantile innocence she had sported seconds before as she acted like nothing had happened. The two women sat in stunned silence for what felt like hours. Those three words changed everything for Delia. Both women strongly believed it was the real Emily who had spoken through her twin sister. Although Delia would always miss the original Emily, she took comfort in knowing she was there looking over her from heaven.

     

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    Epilogue

     

    Emily grew fast. For every month or so that went by, Emily seemed to have aged a year mentally. Her mind was like a sponge as it absorbed everything around her. At one month she began walking and talking. At two months, she was finally out of diapers. Five months she was reading and writing and at one and a half years she was a normal thirteen year old girl. She developed her own personality different from the original girl, but not unwelcome to those around her which was especially true for Professor Oak. Emily’s new inquisitive mind was loaded with questions about the world around her which he was only happy to provide her with answers.

     

    While the original Emily had been more adventurous and had a knack for causing trouble, new Emily was perfectly content curled up with a book from Professor Oaks lab. Her favorite by far had been a book about plant life and berries. After all, as far as she knew, they had saved her life. She had greatly enjoyed putting together different mixtures to see what would happen, unknowing that her “messing around” would one day change pokemon products forever.

     

    Years went by as Emily’s knowledge of the outside world grew as did her curiosity of what lay outside of little Pallet Town. Although content studying under her great grandfather for quite some time, a whisper from him along the lines of “it’s not too late,” lit the spark in her 16 year old self to leave her small town and go explore.

     

    Sure, she wouldn’t get very far as she quickly learned not everything is quite like it is in the books she had read, but as she stumbled around lost in the forest not far from home, she caught the attention of a certain brunette.

     

    A brunette, who suddenly stopped angrily yelling into her cell phone, hung up and followed the girl with only one completely unrealistic thought crossing her mind and driving her forward. A curiosity that needed to be answered. Why did that girl look like Izzy?

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    May was in Petalburg Woods, lost trying to find her way out. She was wiggling around with one of her hands at her crotch. She had needed to urinate. This had been the longest she had ever held such a great amount of urine. May didn't happen to see anyone near by. She sighed, trying to thing of what to do. I can't just! I could. NO!!! May fell to her knees, she couldn't go one more step without her bladder bursting.

     

    May held both hand on her crotch sitting on the ground, knees close. A small amount of urine popped out into her panties. May blushed make her face a light pink color. She looked around and sighed. Thank goodness! Some tall grass! May was so desperate that she was urinate in tall grass. Just anything to get it out. She slowly wobbled over to the tall grass and sat in it.
    She pulled her shorts all the way off. Followed was her panties, witch May had got at the beginning of her journey.

     

    May began to relieve herself. It felt so good to let it all out. Soon enough, May was sitting in a puddle of urine. She quickly got up and put her panties and shorts on. She felt so much better without a full bladder. She could know get back to trying to find her way out of Petalburg Woods.

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    I was alone in pirates cove... Mangle was out somewhere and I was ready to have some alone time. I went into my hidden box of pleasure that I kept under a loose floor board.
    Inside the box were a few dildos... Nothing to shocking except for my bag of suppository laxatives. I had recently found out that my fetish was trying not to poop myself. I couldn't wait any longer and neither could my soaked crotch.

     

    I retrieved a jar of lube from mangles area (Why she had some I don't want to know) and rubbed a bit on my tiny butthole. After that, I took out 3 suppositories and inserted them while reading the box. "1 for BM"...*insert*..."2 for diarrhea"...*insert*... The box had no instruction of what would happen with 3 but I was feeling adventurous.

     

    Once the 3rd one was in a inserted a small butt plug into my butt to stop the contents from spilling until I was ready, then I took a stroll around the pizzeria. I walked around meeting up with the group. Freddy, Chica, Bonnie etc. about 45 minutes had past and my bowels started to quiver a bit, then I walked into the Puppet... He... Uh she... Uh... It. IT was always very open about sexually teasing people.
    "U-Um... Hello." I said, afraid of what it was going to do to me.
    "I see that you have a bowel containing device..." It spoke in an eerie tone. "It would be a shame if someone were to remove it..." It gave my a creepy grin.
    "O-oh... Wait what!? No no no please n-" I was cut off when it ripped the plug out of my ass causing me to gasp. I had to move and I had to move fast. I ran down the hall as quickly as possible without exploding from my bottom. As I reached the female bathroom I saw that the one toilet not covered in child feces was occupied by Chica.
    "Chica open up! It's an emergency!" I banged on the stall door.
    "Ungh... Sorry foxy I *gasp* uhh....*moan*" Chica shuddered through her words.
    "Are you... Masturbating?"
    "Yeah... Come back later."
    "Chica it's an emergency!"
    "I SAID some back later."
    "I can't hold i-oh God my butthole is on fire!" My bowels released violently, gushing logs and liquid shit. I had no control and it didn't show any sign of stopping. It poured out of my ragged shorts onto the floor. After it finally stopped I heard a scream come from inside the stall and Chica emerged.
    "Holy shit girl what did you eat?" Chica tip-toed around my mess.
    "There's more to co-oh God it's coming out!" I managed as I leaped around Chica into the stall and continued to void my bowels violently.
    "Well... Seeya!" Chica left the room.
    "Wait Chica, Chica!? There's no toilet paper!"

     

    The End

  7. James Oswald.

     

    Thirteen years old, with brown scraggly hair and a short height, he was dressed in tight white shorts, a black t-shirt and had two sweatbands on his wrists. He was stood next to eleven other children of the school running team, ready to begin the first race of sports day at his school. Close to two hundred relatives watched from plastic chairs along the track, including James's entire family.

     

    He was almost entirely focussed. His mind was set on winning and he had trained hard to ensure he had a good chance of doing so.

     

    There was only problem...

     

    He needed the toilet.

     

    His need was not yet serious and the occasional clench of his legs or even a discrete crotch grab helped to keep his need at bay. However, having consumed two full bottles of water and previously taken diuretic pills to purge himself of additional weight; much to the amusement of his family, led him with a slow but ever increasing need.

     

    "THREE, TWO, ONE... GO!!!".

     

    The race was on and James was fighting for first place. By halfway on the 800M track he was in a two-horse race for first place and by the last fifty metres, had got himself the top position. However, as he sprinted across the finish line, his bladder twinged painfully. James gasped as he felt himself lose control for a moment. It wasn't enough to let anything out but his need was now far more serious and he was having to clench his legs tightly together to maintain control.

     

    James could hear the crowd of parents cheering as his face turned red, thinking someone would notice his predicament. Fortunately, they assumed it was just a lack of energy; as his bent over posture and screwed up face would indicate. Fighting desperately to regain composure, he was able to stand up straight and unclench his legs, before moving slowly towards the podium. Moving up the stage did nothing to help his bladder but he was still in reasonable control as the boys lined up to receive their awards. Furthermore, he was able to slightly alleviate the pressure by placing his hands in front of his crotch and subtly pressing down.

     

    Even so, sweat continued to pour down James's face and it required his full willpower not to bend over in desperation as he wished the coach would make his way down the line faster. His legs were jiggling slightly and his underwear felt damp; he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Barely managing a smile as the coach reached him, he reached one hand out to accept his trophy; hoping that his ordeal would soon end.

     

    "Ladies and gentleman, in first place, James Oswald!".

     

    The crowd cheered and for a brief moment, his need was almost forgotten; lost in a sense of pride and accomplishment. As quickly as it had gone however, it returned and James knew he only had minutes left now; the need almost unbearable. He couldn't wet himself. He kept telling himself that in his mind. "You musn't wet yourself". "You mustn't wet yourself". "You mustn't wet yourself". His reputation would be RUINED if such a thing happened and the negative impact could even get him thrown out of the school sports team. He had to hold on.

     

    Unfortunately for him, the coach slammed the trophy into his hand, before yanking it up quickly. It was a basic pose, done for the sake of parents taking pictures and the local newspaper photographer. However, the sudden movement caused James to suffer immensely. His need increased ten-fold and he could feel the pain overwhelm him. As the coach let go of his hand, James's whole body began to shiver as his muscles started to relax. James knew what was about to happen and could feel tears form in his eyes. He could hold it no longer. James Oswald began to wet himself.

     

    His body arched back slightly as he gasped, the need for the toilet overwhelming him. Urine began to flow out of him rapidly, his blue underpants were soaked in less than two seconds and soon overflowing onto his shorts. Having lost control, tears began to roll down James's eyes as his white shorts began showing a visible and rapidly expanding wet patch. Within moments, his shorts were soaked and the crowd had fallen silent; stunned as this boy had a major accident.

     

    Streams poured down his legs, running into his socks, shoes and covering the stage around him. The other boys moved away in disbelief as James could only helplessly watch; having now completely lost control. The fabric of his shorts was dripping urine as a puddle began to form around him, increased every second as several hot streams ran rapidly onto the stage.

     

    For his part, James was feeling a range of emotions, humiliation being one as his friends, family and visitors watched him completely wet himself. On the other, the relief was incredible, the burning sensation in his bladder had now subsided and he had entered a state of shock; now unable to move. After two minutes of inaction, one of the teachers finally decided to end his misery, leading him off stage as the last drops of urine ran into his clothes and he began to cry. He was painfully aware of the humiliation of what had just happened, badly wetting himself in front of almost the entire school.

     

    He was at least able to change clothes quickly. His school had a good supply of spare uniforms and James quickly found one that fit his size and after taking a shower, placed it on and nervously re-joined his family; desperately trying to avoid attention. For there part, his family acted well, quickly getting him off the school grounds and into the car. James was withdrawn the rest of that day and quiet for much of the following week. His embarrassment stunned him into silence and it would take the comforting words of his siblings and friends to eventually restore him back to normal.

     

    However, restore him to normal they did and within two weeks, he was back to his happy, energetic self. However, the incident did lead to several things:

     

    1. James's parents forbade him from using diuretics on the day of a major sporting event and all future uses were to be monitored by at least one of his parents. One of the reasons his bladder control had been so weak that day, was because James had used one too many pills, thus increasing his need to relieve himself far beyond normal. James agreed to this without complaint.

     

    2. The school sports team and future sporting events would have a mandatory bathroom break before the start of the event, to prevent future accidents.

     

    3. James was demoted from lead to secondary runner, a fact which may have upset him; though he was glad to have been kept on the team at all.

     

    One of the things James was worried about when returning to school, two days after his initial accident, was bullying. Would his peers be forgiving? Would he be mocked, ridiculed, insulted? Perhaps he might have been if it weren't for an incident involving a substitute science teacher on the day he returned, overshadowing his own humiliation.

     

    But THAT... is a story for another day.

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    This story is from a request by ssjammerz. Thanks for your idea! It was a pleasure writing it!

     


    Erin woke up early Saturday morning feeling very excited for some time off of work. It has been a long tiring week, and Erin needs time to decompress. She believes the best way to relax is to go for a scenic bike ride. The only place for Erin to go cycling is at the local park, which is very secluded due to the small number of residents in the area.
    Today Erin is wearing a white low cut Dri-fit T-shirt and tight black bike shorts, which hug her curvy figure. She grabs a water bottle from the fridge before heading out to her bike. Erin mounts the bike and pedals to off to the park. Her long black hair flows through the breeze as she rides along. It's a beautiful sunny morning with no one around. Soon Erin reaches the park, and chooses a cycling trail to take.
    The longest route should be great Erin thought taking a gulp of her water. As Erin relaxes, she realizes that she forgot to use the toilet before she left. No worries, just focusing of enjoying the ride Erin sighs.
    Soon the trail is surrounded by tall green trees. Erin continues pedaling at a steady pace making her a little tired. She coasts and gulps down almost all of her water felling relieved. Erin's bladder fills as she pedals along the path, stretching the black spandex barely covering her butt.
    A little more discomfort in her bladder causes her to slow the pace down. More liquid is sloshing around bulging her bladder. Erin uses her bike seat to put pressure on her aching pussy to help hold her pee longer.
    She continues riding, flying past a rest area. Too fast for her to notice, or to stop. Erin needs to find a bathroom soon. Sweating, she moans in desperation, and coasts to slow down. Erin now has a very full bladder, and is very desperate to find a toilet.
    Erin hasn't had an accident since she got locked out of her house, and ended up losing control all over her porch. She grimaces at the memory. Her bike is shaking and swerving from her holding her bladder with a hand. Up ahead Erin spots a clearing in the woods. She coasts to a halt and sighs in relief. There is a small wooden shack marked bathroom. Erin whimpers as she steps off the bike. Her bike shorts dig into her swollen bladder as she stumbles toward the door.
    Erin goes to turn the handle, but it's stuck. Some one has jammed the door tight, leaving the toilet unreachable. She crosses her legs in agony. Erin can't hold on much longer. Holding her crotch with both hands, Erin can barely stop any pee from escaping. She decides to just pull her black shorts down and relieve herself here. Just as Erin grabs the waistband, a family of bike riders coast past.
    She whimpers in desperation turning her back to the path so they can't see her awful situation. Erin's bladder spasms, and a squirt of pee dampens her black shorts. Erin gasps doubling over trying anything she can to hold in her pee in. Another spasm jolts her full bladder. A stream streaks down her legs, and into the grass. More hot yellow pee escapes as Erin sobs losing the battle.
    She releases her hands as her bladder contracts spilling all her pee soaking her crotch and her shorts. Erin's pee trickles down her legs as her bladder finally empties. She inspects her shorts. Her crotch is completely wet, and her butt is soaked as well.
    Erin waddles back to her bike feeling relieved, and surprisingly more relaxed than ever. Maybe she will give another thought to wetting herself Erin thought pedaling home.

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    It was 2 in the afternoon in the development of Babylon Gardens. The sun was shining and many assortments of pets were playing outside, except for Grape and Peanut who decided to stay inside. Grape was sitting on the couch reading her book as Peanut was in the living room playing video games. As she finished reading a chapter Grape stopped to tug and scratch at the diaper she was wearing, mumbling "Stupid human law" under her breath before continuing her book.
    It has been 2 weeks since the City counsel had passed a law that forbid all pets from using the lawn to do their business on. The only reason the counsel could give for passing this law was, as they put it, was "An effort to curve public pollution". As stated in the law all pets had to wear disposable diapers to keep from "going" outside. The worst part about it was the law was all pets had to wear diapers, regardless if they were inside or not.
    Grape remembered when her parents first brought up the issue of her and Peanut having to wear diapers even inside the house. At first she was very stern about not wanting to wear them, even yelling and clawing at her parents when they approached her with a diaper. But when her dad threatened to take away her Prideland books she reluctantly put one on.

     

    Grape sighed as she remembered the day when she found out what a diaper was; her and her mother had gone on a day trip to see her aunt and her 2 year old son Tommy. She was on the floor with Tommy while her aunt and her mom talked, that’s when she caught the smell of something foul. "Mommy I poopy" he said as Grape's aunt came over to them and scooped him up. Not knowing where her playmate was going she followed the both of them to Tommy's room as her aunt was placing him on a weird type of table.

    "Hey there Grape, would you like to help me change Tommy's diaper?" she said. Not knowing what a diaper was Grape nodded and grabbed the nearby stool and pulled it over to where her aunt and Tommy was and that awful smell. Grape climbed up the stool to where she could see Tommy lying on his back and only wearing an odd white thing on his lower half. "Ok Grape, after I remove Tommy's diaper I need you to throw it away in his diaper pail over there" her aunt pointed to the white container located next to the table. She nodded as her aunt stated to pull these straps that were on the side of the white thing and then "EWWW" Grape shouted as the awful smell now became worse. Grape then and there realized the smell was coming from Tommy and the white thing around him. Looking again Grape saw her aunt removing the white thing from Tommy and she saw…she saw……. Grape shuddered at the thought of what she saw, not wanted to even think about it. As Grape held her nose she just watched as her Aunt cleaned up the substance that was on Tommy. "Here Grape take care of his diaper" her aunt said as she handed her the disgusting thing". Keeping a paw on her nose she took the diaper and held it at arms length with the tips of her paws barely holding onto it. With almost lightning speed Grape threw the diaper away and ran out of the room, gasping for fresh air trying her best not to throw up.

    Grape's thinking was interrupted however when she caught the scent of the same fowl odor coming from the living room. "EWW, Peanut is that smell coming from you!" Grape yelled to Peanut to which he innocently replied "No". "MOM PEANUT MESSED HIS DIAPER" she yelled to her mother to let her know Peanut needed to be changed. Grape couldn't believe that Peanut had actually started using his diapers like her cousin Tommy, especially when her parents told them they could still use the bathroom as long as they kept their diapers on in the house. Whenever Grape had asked Peanut why he used his diaper, he always said it was so he didn't have to keep getting up from playing to use the bathroom.

    Grape decided she needed a glass of water to so she got up off the couch just in time to see her mom holding Peanuts paw as they walked up the stairs to her and Peanuts new "nursery" as they called it; complete with changing table, diapers, and a diaper pail. Grape caught a glimpse at the back of Peanuts diaper as it was stained brown slightly. Grape just gagged a little as she walked to the kitchen. "A glass of water is all I need" she said as she walked to the cabinet with the cups.

    Upon opening the cabinet, Grape was greeted with the site of 2 mice in it. With her cat instincts she quickly snatched up one of the mice as the other one ran. "I thought I told you mice before to never come around here again" Grape said as she licked her lips like she was hungry "Ppht save your breath kitten I'm not scared of a little kitten who has to wear human baby diapers, I bet you don't even know how to use the litter box anymore". Within seconds Grape became furious at the mouse, how dare he insult her like that. She had always been able to keep the mice from entering her home by pure intimidation but now things were out of control.

    Simply eating the mouse wouldn't solve the problem, what she needed was a new way to scare the rodents. "There you go Peanut, no more stinky bum" she heard her mom say as the door to the nursery opened and the thumps of Peanut running down the stairs were heard. Suddenly Grape came up with a solution to her problem as she and the mouse she was carrying went up the stairs. "Where are you going sweetie, did you need a change to" her mom said as she ran into them on the stairs. Before her mom got a good look at Grape, she took the mouse and dropped him in the front of her diaper so her mom wouldn't see what she had and ruin her plan "No mom" she said and blushed "I just needed to go to my room to get something" Grape said as she continued onto her room and locked the door.
    Grape was greeted with the smell of Peanuts recent diaper change upon entering the room, almost making her gag. It took everything she had to keep herself from gagging as to show she wasn't affected by the smell. Grape reached into the front of the diaper and pulled out the mouse who was squirming near her nether region."PEE YOU kitten I only thought your breath smelt like fish" the mouse said. All Grape did was grinned at the mouse as she walked towards Peanut's diaper pail "Well if thought that stunk wait until you get a whiff of this" Grape said as she proceeded to open the lid of the diaper pail. Almost instantly the mouse held both his paws on his nose "EWW what's that smell" he said to which Grape responded "Your new home".

    Grape took the mouse by his tail and dangled him over the open hole of the diaper pail. The mouse, now with a look of horror on his face, got an up close look at a weeks worth of Peanuts used diapers. "H…Hey I was just joking about that whole kitten thing, a....an….and I was just teasing about the fish comment" the mouse said with a fearful tone in his voice to which Grape responded by lifting him down into the pail and holding onto him by only the tip of his tail. "PLEASE PLEASE IS THERE ANY WAY WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS " The mouse yelled now completely terrified "Hmmm nope" Grape said as she let go if the mouse, sending him falling into the pail until he landed with a SQUISH on top of Peanut's messy diaper.
    Now satisfied with revenge Grape closed the lid on the diaper pail as she leaned up against the wall. 'A minute in there should teach him some manors ' Grape thought to herself as she sniffed the air. 'You know what, the smell isn't as bad once you get used to it' Grape thought to herself while in the background the mouse pleaded and banged against the side of the diaper pail. For some odd reason Grape had the odd idea of wetting and messing her diaper just like Peanut.
    Blushing slightly Grape just shook her head and proceeded to open the pail back up and pull the mouse out "YUCK, I might smell like fish but at least I don't smell like shit" she said to the shaking mouse. "Now are we going to have any more problems with respect from you mice" she said as the mouse shook his head "And will you be coming back to out home" she asked again to which the mouse shook his head "And do you think I'm still a kitten who wears human baby diapers" she asked as the mouse shook his head "Good". Grape slipped the disgusting smelling mouse down the front of her diaper again as she unlocked the door and went down stairs to the back door. She pulled the mouse out of her diaper and put him down. Not taking any chances the mouse ran away from the house as fast as he could " I don't think you'll have to worry about anybody eating you for a while, Oh and don't forget to tell your friend that they'll be in the pail next if I catch them in the house." Grape yelled to the mouse as he disappeared into the grass.

    After her victory over the mouse Grape went to the sink and washed her paws, knowing exactly where that mouse had been she didn't want to spread germs around. Before leaving the kitchen Grape got her glass of water and walked back to the couch.

    Two hours later after Grape had finished reading she was in the living room playing games with Peanut. The jingling of keys followed by the clicking of the lock signaled the return of there Dad "DAD'S HOME" Peanut yelled as he ran to the front door and hugged his dad. "Woah there easy boy" Grape's dad said as he held a package wrapped in a grocery store bag over his head. "Whats in the bag dad" Grape said as she made her way over to her dad and Peanut who was clinging to his chest "Well I stopped by the store today and I saw something that you might like" he said. Mr. Sandwich shook Peanut off of him before taking off the bag to reveal a pack of diapers, not just any diapers though as these diapers had pictures of Prideland characters printed on them. "PRIDELAND DIAPERS" Grape said sounding a little surprised "Yup, I saw them at the store and I figured you might like them" her father said as he handed the pack to Grape "These ones are specially made for girls so Peanut if you want some too I can stop at the store again tomorrow and get boys ones or you could wear a pair of Grape's for now" Mr. Sandwich said as he saw Peanut staring at the packaging.

    "Dad can I wear a pair now" Grape said as her father shook his head "You know the rules honey, you only get a new diaper if you use your current one so if you used your diaper just call me and I'll change you into a new one" he said. Grape thought about it for a minute, she really did want to try one of the diapers on as odd as it may seem for her but to do it she had to lower herself by using her diaper. As she mulled it over for a bit longer Grape was greeted to a pressure in her bladder and just like that she thought 'Screw it' and let go. Peanut was talking with his dad until he went quiet, listening to the hissing sound of Grape emptying her bladder into her diaper. He just watched as he saw her diaper begin to swell as Grape just had a look of relief on her face.
    "At a Girl, come on I'll change you into a new diaper" her dad said as he took her paw and led her upstairs to the nursery. Grape was put down for the first time on the changing table while her father got the supplies ready "Ready" he asked her to which Grape just nodded. The diaper tabs were ripped off and Grape shivered a little feeling the warm diaper that was on her nether region being removed to be replaced with cool air. The diaper was set aside as her father wiped Grape's lower half, causing her to shiver more. "I think you'll like this next part" Mr. Sandwich said as he took a bottle of baby oil and rubbed it in his hands "whys that" Grape said being curious "You'll see" he said in response. Grape soon found herself in a state on relaxation and wonder as her father started rubbing the oil into her nether region, causing her too purr and shut her eyes. She was so relaxed that she didn't even realize her father was putting baby powder on her and placing the new diaper around her. "All done" he said lifting Grape off the table and placing her on the ground "Are you coming down" he asked "No I think I'll take a nap before dinner" she said as her father threw the diaper away into Peanut and Grape's diaper pail and exiting the room

     

    Grape couldn't help but poke at the front of the diaper: it had a picture of a strong looking lioness on it with pink tabs and sides. The smell was also pleasant as Grape still smelt the oil and the powder. Yawning slightly Grape made her way over to her bed, crinkling all the way. She laid down in her bed still poking at her diaper giggling slightly 'You know, maybe this isn't that bad' she thought to herself as she fell asleep, trying to get as much sleep in before Peanuts voice or the smell from his messy diaper woke her up.

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    "K-Kirito..." I clenched my ass so hard it hurt.
    "What is it Asuna?" The love of my life asked, obviously worried about my panicked state.
    "I-is there a *gasp* b-b-bathroom around here?" I leaked a dribble of diarrhea into my, or rather my virtual avatars pink panties.
    "Well, because we're in a dungeon no." Kirito said. "Didn't you go before we left?"
    "Yes but..." I said embarrassed. "I have the squirts."
    "O-oh... I see. If you can't hold it then I suggest you just go here."
    "On the floor? With you here?"
    "I don't see any other option unless... Yui?"
    "Yes daddy?" The voice of Kirito and My daughter Yui. She was actually an AI built into the game however we decided to adopt her for our stay in this VRMMO.
    "Can you generate a bathroom for mommy please?" I begged my daughter.
    "Ok mommy!" Yui used the program to spawn in a bathroom stall from our home.
    "Thank god!" I said running into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, dropping my stained panties and finally letting all hell break lose.
    I couldn't stop the shit. It was to powerfull. It actually felt kinda... Good. While my bowels continued to erupt I started fingering my self and within a matter of seconds I squirted into the toilet carrying all of my feces, causing me to let out a small shriek of pleasure.
    "Asuna! Are you all right!?" Kirito asked on the other side of the stall.
    "I-I'm fine Kirito... Just got a little excited that's all." My privates still dripping.

  8. If there are any artists reading this, I'd love to have some illustrations for the Emily and Eli stories. I was kind of picturing an Omoani art style but really I would just love a cute looking art style... and for the pictures to be sexy :wink:

     

    (Continued from Eli Chapter 3) https://omorashi.org/story/402/entry-943-chapter-three-wet-dream/

     

    "Emily, come and look at this." called Aunt Julie. Emily came upstairs and went into her bedroom where her Aunt was waiting for her. Aunt Julie held up the pins and box of laxatives. She then proceeded to pour all of the diapers from the package onto the floor.
    "Those little bitches." said Emily angrily as she tried to wipe away her tears. "Every single one is unusable now." said Aunt Julie. "But what am I going to do now?" asked Emily. "Those are the only thing I have to protect me." "Actually, I do have something else." said Aunt Julie. "What?" asked Emily. "When we got back from shopping I discreetly ordered some proper adult nappies online. They came this morning just as I got back from dropping you off at school. I hid them in my underwear so that the girls wouldn't find them." said Aunt Julie. Emily ran into Aunt Julie's room to look. Aunt Julie ran after her but Emily was already opening the underwear drawer. As it opened Emily immediately saw the big package of Tena Slip Ultima. Emily then took the opportunity of having a quick peek of what else was in her Aunt's underwear drawer. She saw different kinds of underwear from granny panties to lacy thongs. She even saw a vibrator and other sexy toys which she found amusing. Then came something shocking. An open pack of discreet incontinence liners and closer examination revealed that some of the panties had dried urine stains on them! Aunt Julie quickly pulled the diapers out and slammed the drawer shut. She was blushing bright red. "Auntie, are you... incontinent as well?" asked Emily. Aunt Julie began to tear up, then she started to fully cry and sat on her bed. Emily sat by her and gave her a hug. "Ever since my divorce I started leaking." said Aunt Julie still crying. "One night I woke up and I'd wet the bed, I did everything I could to hide it from the girls, I didn't want them to see that their big brave mummy had gone wee wee in her bed like a little girl." she began to hide her face in her hands and cry more. "Oh Auntie, I'm so sorry. How come you never told me before?" asked Emily. "I did give you a hint back at the supermarket when we bought the Always Discreet" said Aunt Julie winking "But mostly I think I was too embarrassed and that doctor you visited is also my incontinence doctor but I asked her not to tell you anything." "But why would you hide it from me?" asked Emily. "I don't know, I'm so sorry sweetheart. I'm sorry about your accident today and I want to make it up to you." said Aunt Julie. "How?" asked Emily. Aunt Julie then stood up and removed her jeans. She stood in front of Emily and then turned around before bending over to let her get a good luck of her butt in her white panties. Then she clenched her fists and began to screw her face up as it went bright red. Emily feeling puzzled looked up at her Aunt. "Don't look at me sweetie, just concentrate on my bottom." said Aunt Julie. Emily confusingly stared at her Aunt's behind. Suddenly Emily could hear what sounded like a crackling noise. Then a little dent began to appear at the back of the panties. Aunt Julie really began to strain and push now, her face was completely red. The dent became bigger and longer as Aunt Julie had just squeezed a seven inch log of solid poo into her white satin panties with no shame. She let out a huge sigh of relief. Emily gave her Aunt a warm hug.

     

    Emily and Aunt Julie had a fun afternoon together watching TV and surfing the internet. Emily was wearing her new Tena diaper which she was beginning to feel comfortable in because of its softness while Aunt Julie was still wearing her poopy panties. It was beginning to itch and feel uncomfortable, but Aunt Julie had chosen to endure it so she could understand Emily's pain. Aunt Julie had planned for the two of them to go out for a girls night out, they were going dress shopping and then out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. This was also an opportunity for revenge and punishment for Ramona and Lilly for humiliating Emily at school. After they'd showered, they taped up all of the toilets tightly so the two girls couldn't use them and they were going out without giving them any hint as to where they were! "And we won't get back until past their bedtime." said Aunt Julie giggling. The two of them drove off in the car for their girly outing.

     

    Aunt Julie and Emily had a wonderful time dress shopping. Aunt Julie got a blue silk slim dress and Emily got a cute short dress that managed to conceal her diaper. Just also felt a boost of confidence when the girl working their complimented her butt which looked a little bigger thanks to the diaper. After an hour of chatting in the car, they both headed to the restaurant in their new dresses. They were directed to their table for two and sat down. "Isn't this place beautiful?" asked Aunt Julie. "Yeah, I hope the food is amazing too." said Emily browsing the menu. She noticed they were serving wine. "Oh Auntie, could I please try some wine tonight?" asked Emily. "Oh no, no, no. It'll make you wee." said Aunt Julie. They both laughed. Aunt Julie then leaned over the table towards Emily. "Oops, I think I've leaked a little." she said awkwardly before giggling again. Suddenly there was the sound of a glass tipping over.
    "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry." said a waiter who had accidentally spilled a drink on the next table.
    "That's okay, it's only water right?" asked a redheaded girl sitting at the table.
    "I didn't get wet." said a dark haired boy sitting with the girl. "I'll bring you some fresh water and a new tablecloth." said the waiter. He quickly went back to the kitchen. Emily looked over at the boy. Uh oh... It was... Eli! "Oh my god, oh my god it's Eli. Stay calm. He's really cute but he knows about your nappy problem." thought Emily "But then again he might not recognize me." She looked over at him again. Eli then noticed her staring so he looked back. Emily immediately grabbed her menu and propped it up on the table and leaned forward to cover her face, she directed Aunt Julie to do the same. "What is it, Emily?" whispered Aunt Julie. "It's that boy from the supermarket." whispered Emily. "What boy?" asked Aunt Julie. "The boy that was there when you were buying the nappies." said Emily. "Oh dear, well just stay calm, he might not recognize you." said Aunt Julie. They both pulled down their menus and Emily look back at Eli. Eli who had been staring at her the whole time quickly looked away with a blush on his face. Emily started to blush too. Urine began to squirt into her diaper. Then the girl next to Eli started quietly muttering something to him. Eli was shaking his head while she started to gradually raise her voice. Emily could eventually work out the words "Go talk to her". Eli came over to the table and looked at Emily. "H-hi" he said shyly. Emily tried to look up at him but she looked down and blushed bright red "Hi?" she said pretending to sound confused. "Do I know you?" she asked. "Don't you remember me? We met in the supermarket in the nappy section." said Eli. Emily hid her face in her hair but then quickly looked up at him. "Oh yeah, we were buying nappies for my baby sister." she lied. "But they were for adults, and this lady said that she wanted you to try them on." said Eli. Emily was so worked up now that her bladder began empty with a hiss that was luckily covered up by the other guests at the restaurant. "Look, I don't know what you want but I am 17, I do NOT wear nappies. I am a grown up young woman and I do not need to wear nappies like a baby" she said angrily. It was then Emily realized that she might have to change her diaper since she had had it on since the afternoon and had been wetting numerous times throughout that time. She grabbed her bag and then tried to make a run for the toilets. But then the waiter came back with Eli and the other girl's drinks. Emily tripped over his leg and fell to the ground. The waiter who had tried to grab the tray accidentally grabbed the corner of Emily's dress causing it to get pulled up revealing her bright yellow soaking wet diaper to the restaurant. The guests gasped and stared. Emily cried and ran into the bathroom as fast as she could.

     

    As Emily entered the bathroom she could another girl crying in one of the stalls. Emily having been humiliated in front of the entire restaurant wanted to be kind to this crying girl. She softly knocked on the door and asked if the girl was alright.
    "Who are you?" asked the girl. "I'm crying too, I've had a very embarrassing night tonight." said Emily. "Well that makes two of us." said the girl. "But are you wearing a white dress?" "No." said Emily. "And are you on a date?" asked the girl. "No." replied Emily. "And are you having your period?" she asked. "Oh dear, you haven't leaked have you?" asked Emily. The door opened and out came a pretty young blonde girl with a pony tail in a beautiful white dress. She had been crying her eyes out and her makeup was running down her face. She turned around and showed Emily the big red stain on her butt. "My life is a complete failure. I finally meet a great guy and my stupid body ruins it for me." she said starting to cry again. "Oh darling, I feel your pain." said Emily putting her hand on her shoulder. "What is your name?" "Annabelle." replied the girl. "And how old are you Annabelle?" asked Emily. "21, how old are you?" replied Annabelle. "I'm 17, and I have really embarrassing problem with my body too." said Emily. "What is it?" asked Annabelle. Emily lifted up her dress and showed Annabelle her soaking wet diaper drooping between her legs. "Is that a nappy?" asked Annabelle. "Yeah, I suffer from incontinence. It all started when my dad died, one morning I woke up from a nightmare and I wet the bed. Then later in the day I wet myself. My Aunt took me to a doctor and they diagnosed me with urinary incontinence so I have to wear nappies now." said Emily. "Aaaaw that's so sad. You poor thing, you're so young and beautiful, why did you have to be given such a curse?" said Annabelle. "Do you really think I'm beautiful? Even with the geeky glasses and freckles and small boobs? asked Emily. "Yeah, you really do look beautiful, Emily." said Annabelle as she moved Emily over to the mirror so she could get a good look at herself. Then she tickled Emily. Emily began to laugh at this. "There, look at the beautiful smile." said Annabelle. Unfortunately this tickle made Emily pee slightly. If she wet her diaper anymore it would surely leak. "Um... please don't tickle me you're making me wee." said Emily blushing. "Oh I'm ever so sorry honey." said Annabelle. "I might just go in and change, and if you want, you can wear my clothes I wore earlier today before I came here." said Emily. "Okay, we're roughly the same height so why not?" said Annabelle smiling. Emily quickly changed her soaked diaper and disposed of it in the nearly full waste disposal labelled "Dispose of nappies and incontinence pads only". She then gave Annabelle the clothes from her handbag. "I'm sorry I might have sweated in the shirt a little." said Emily. "Oh yeah, I see that but the sweat has nearly dried now so it'll be okay." Annabelle replied back. She came out in Emily's t-shirt and jeans which luckily fit almost perfectly. "Your date's waiting for you, you should get back." said Emily. "Wait, can I get your phone number?" asked Annabelle. They both exchanged phone numbers and left the ladies' room together with smiles on their faces.

     

    Emily went back over to her table to find her Aunt talking to Eli and the other girl. "Oh there you are sweetheart, we were getting worried about you." said Aunt Julie. "We?" asked Emily. "I've been talking with Eli and his sister Mona and Eli is sorry for embarrassing you. He wants to ask you out to see a movie to make up for it." said Aunt Julie. Emily gasped and then cover her mouth. She blushed and then peed a little again. She went over to Eli and leaned to his ear. "Yes." she whispered. "Great, how does Friday evening at seven sound?" asked Eli. "Okay, see you then." said Emily. "Well we should really be getting back home now, hopefully Ramona and Lilly haven't had heart attacks or burned down the house yet." said Aunt Julie They all laughed. "Well it was lovely meeting you both and great that we sorted things out, goodbye." said Aunt Julie. "Bye." said Eli and Mona.

     

    Aunt Julie and Emily both sat quietly for the car journey home. Then once they got back, Aunt Julie put her arm around Emily and congratulated her for getting a first date after these tough times. They both got in to find that Lilly had been crying. "Mummy, mummy. What happened? Where have you been?" cried Lilly. She ran over and gave Aunt Julie a hug. "It's half past ten where you Mummy?" she asked. "We've been out having fun. How was your night?" asked Aunt Julie like nothing was wrong. "Why did you go out without telling us? We were scared." cried Lilly. "And why have toilets been sealed up?" "Because of the very horrible thing you did to Emily today. She's had a very stressful day at school thanks to you. What do you have to say?" said Aunt Julie angrily. "Sorry Emily." muttered Lilly. "NO! YOU WILL TREAT COUSIN EMILY WITH RESPECT. APOLOGIZE TO HER PROPERLY." yelled Aunt Julie. "Sorry Emily." said Lilly. Emily knelt down to give Lilly a hug. She then felt a wetness against her. "What is that wetness I feel?" asked Emily. She turned the light on to reveal Lilly's soaking wet pajama bottoms. Aunt Julie immediately noticed. "Lilly, did you have an accident?" she asked. Lilly then began to cry and ran upstairs to her bedroom where Ramona was sound asleep. "We got them back." said Aunt Julie. She high fived Emily and gave her a hug. "Actually Aunt Julie, can I sleep in your bed again tonight?" asked Emily. "Okay sweetie, you can sleep with me in my bed anytime. There's nothing wrong with it. If you want a mother to cuddle to I'll gladly do it." said Aunt Julie. So they both went upstairs to Aunt Julie's room, cuddled up in the bed and went straight to sleep.

     

    (Continued in Eli Chapter 4)

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    Chapter 1: A Second Chance at Life

     

    A/N: So... I need to start writing again since I don't know how to continue the first SAO DL story, my "Trouble With Yui" story. (Had it on Fanfiction back in 2013. I inspired the guy to write the SAO DL stories. Who knew! So I hope you enjoy! Remember to comment or follow or whatever.

     

    I never had a childhood... the time where I was little were rough. To me parents I was a mistake, I wasn't worth caring for. Then... they got sick. I gave up everything to help them even though they were so mean to me. As much as I tried, they would later die a few years later. I was a orphan... I had no where to go. I was kicked out of my home since I couldn't pay the bills to stay. When I thought all hope was lost... Yuri found me. She took me in and cared for my needs. She didn't know the situation I was in but she still took me in without question. She wanted me to call her Senpai... that meant a lot to me... Ever since then, Yuri has been caring for me. She has been giving me food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to sleep. I went from the orphan red-haired girl to the red-haired girl who had someone. Little did I know, what would happen today.

     

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    "I'm home, Senpai!" Miyu shouted with glee. Miyu then took off her shoes and walked towards the kitchen to see her blond-haired senpai cooking a nice juicy steak. She was still dressed in her business attire as usual. Miyu then got two plates down as her Senpai cut the steak in half and set the halves on the two plates. They then sat down at the table and began eating with their forks.

     

    "How was work today?" Miyu asked taking a bite of her steak.

     

    "It was fine. I almost lost my nerve today with another employee. Honestly, your their to do your job, not to sit around playing games on the computer," She growled before closing her blue eyes and taking a deep breath. "How was school?"

     

    "Well, I passed some tests. I hung out with my friends who started a food fight when I was not around. They are idiots!" Miyu giggled while Yuri showed no emotion what-so-ever. She then took her final bite of steak and put her plate in the sink before sitting back down.

     

    "Miyu, I'm going to get serious now. So this is no time for playing around. Since I've been your legal guardian for about a year, I obtain so files about you and I thought you wanted to read them. I already read through them so I thought you would." Yuri said sliding her a file full of papers in them.

     

    Miyu put her plate in the sink and sat back at the table and opened up the file which had her name on it. "Miyu Asaka, Born July 15th 2002. Sex: Female. Mother, Asura Asaka. Sex: Female. Deceased. Father, Kai Asaka. Sex: Male. Deceased," Miyu said out loud. Images from her past flashed before her eyes as she then broke down in tears and threw the file on the grown. "This was something I chose to forget... now I remember why I did."

     

    "Its alright, baby girl." Yuri raced by her side and hugged on her as she grabbed her hand and dragged her to her bedroom. Miyu sniffled as she noticed her door was shut. Usually it was always open. Was she preparing a surprise or something? Yuri than opened the door as Miyu noticed her room was different. She first noticed a crib then a changing table full of diapers as well. She also noticed the bright colors in her room as well as the play things and a rocking chair. Miyu eyes popped as she looked at Yuri with a grin on her face.

     

    "Your pregnant! I get to be a big sister! I've always wanted to be a older sibling!" Miyu sounded stoked.

     

    "You got the wrong picture, Miyu. I'm gonna have to show you for yourself. Strip, Miyu!" Yuri demaned.

     

    "Eh?"

     

    "Take off all of your clothes, Miyu!" Yuri demanded once more.

     

    "Why?" Miyu asked confusely.

     

    "Don't ask me why. Just do it." Yuri said in a iritated voice.

     

    Miyu shook as she unbuttoned her white shirt. She then took off her black skirt and stood there wearing nothing but pink panties and a pink bra. "T..there I... stripped." Miyu shook nervously.

     

    "Your panties and bra too, Miyu."

     

    Miyu blushed as she took off her bra and panties and tossed them aside. "There... but what does this have to do with you showing me?" Miyu shivered.

     

    Yuri then walked over to the changing table and grabbed a diaper, a pink skirt and a white flowered shirt. "Lay down, Miyu." She demanded.

     

    "What... why do I need to lay down... I'm still wondering what does this have to do with you showing me your baby?"

     

    "I don't need anymore questions! Lay down like a good girl." Yuri baby talked Miyu. Miyu did as requested and layed down on the floor and looked up at Yuri knelt on the floor. She than lifted her legs up and slid the diaper underneath.

     

    "I don't need diapers.... I'm a big girl. I'm not a baby!" Miyu fussed and kicked her legs up and down. Yuri smacked her butt as Miyu began to cry. Yuri than pulled the diaper up over her privates and then taped the sides. Miyu sniffled as she saw the child-like design of animals on her diaper. Miyu began crying again as Yuri started to hush her.

     

    "Its alright baby girl. I read you didn't have a good childhood so I'm giving you a second chance at life. Your the baby, Miyu." Yuri cooed her.

     

    Miyu sniffled as Yuri began to dress her with the pink skirt and white flowered shirt. Yuri then put a red bow in her hair and picked her up. She then rocked Miyu in her arms and sat her on the ground. Yuri started to tickle her while Miyu was giving no reaction what-so-ever.

     

    "I'm not a baby... Senpai. I'm a big girl and big girls go to school." Miyu sniffled. Yuri then grabbed Miyu once again and sat in the rocking chair, bouncing Miyu on her leg.

     

    "Yes, you are a baby. First, you shall address me as mommy. Secondly, I took you out of school. Lastly, big girls don't wear diapers. Now, I'm gonna warm you up some baby food. When I get back I expect you to use that diaper because your not gonna use the toilet." Yuri placed Miyu on the ground as she left the room to make her soom baby food.

     

    "I'm not a baby. I'm gonna take this all off and put on my big-" Miyu then noticed her school clothes, her bra, and her panties were no longer in the room. Miyu face palmed herself as she felt her diaper snug up against her privates for a brief moment. She sat there for a moment before a warm stream of pee started entering her diaper. "This feeling... am.. I... PEEING!?" Miyu said to herself as she tried to stop the flow but couldn't. The flow then stopped as she could feel the wetness all around her lower body. "That was gross..."

     

    Miyu sat her in her warm wetness as she felt a sudden push from her bowels. "No... no no no. Please not that." Miyu shook in fear as she felt the warm squishy poo enter her diaper. Like with the pee, she tried to stop it but she couldn't. Once after her movement was finished a small stream of pee came after and ended quickly. "Did I just.... use my diapers," Miyu sniffled before accidently sitting in the mess she just made. Miyu then realized she was no longer a big girl and started to cry loudly.

     

    Yuri rushed in the room and picked up Miyu and cradled her. "Its alright baby girl. What's the matter?" Yuri hushed her before smelling the stench of poop. "You made a mess didn't you? Momma is here and she will clean you up." Yuri then placed Miyu on the changing table and slowly took off her black skirt and put it off to the side.

     

    "I'm a... big girl... I can change myself..." Miyu cried trying to keep every ounce of her older self intact. Yuri then wiped the tears off of Miyu's white cheeks before replying, "Sshhhh your not big enough to change yourself. This is why momma is here."

     

    Yuri then undid her diaper as she saw her privates and her butt covered in poo. Miyu saw this and turned away and bawled her eyes out. "Your such a messy girl, Miyu." Yuri baby talked Miyu.

     

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  9. If there are any artists reading this, I'd love to have some illustrations for the Emily and Eli stories. I was kind of picturing an Omoani art style but really I would just love a cute looking art style... and for the pictures to be sexy https://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/xwink.png.pagespeed.ic.u8R7U-3EFv.webp

     

    (Continued from Emily Chapter 5) https://omorashi.org/story/396/entry-936-chapter-five-the-evil-sisters-updated/

     

    Eli woke up feeling cold and wet. He removed his briefs to examine his Pampers baby diaper. It was soaked almost to leaking point and had already been that way for hours because all the heat from the urine had long gone leaving a freezing chill between his legs. Eli untaped the diaper and unfolded the front on to his bed as he sat up slightly to inspect the damage from this inside. The diaper was bright yellow and the urine odour was really starting to fill the air. His already small penis which had been soaked for hours in cold urine had shriveled up to just an inch long. Suddenly a quick flash of light appeared. Eli immediately turned to look and saw his sister Mona holding a digital camera.
    "Wow, you really do look like a proper baby having your Pampers changed and your tiny wittle baby willy poking out." she giggled.
    Eli jumped off his bed and tried to make a run for Mona to grab her camera, but Mona quickly ran out of the room and Eli followed her.

     

    As Eli came out he realized that he was standing with his cold, shrunken penis in full view of all of the other girls in the dorm. They all looked over and then came the sound of hysterical laughter. Eli stood there and blushed bright red. He tried to cover himself up but Mona grabbed both of his arms and held them behind his back forcefully. They were all making fun of Eli and making penis puns to his face, some of the other girls held out their pinkies. Eli was so embarrassed that he began to pee uncontrollably. Urine ran down his legs and formed a puddle on the carpet and some steam started to rise due to the low temperature of the dorm common room. This caused the girls to laugh even more.
    "Aaaaw did the little baby dick go wee wee? Would you like a nappy, baby?" jeered one girl. This caused an uproar of laughter from the girls including Mona who accidentally let go of Eli. Eli than ran as fast as he could back into his room and slammed the door with all his strength. He began throwing a small tantrum, throwing things around the room, punching the wall, kicking things. After his outburst, Eli began to cry so he lay on his bed face first in the pillow and tired to let all of his emotions out.

     

    Half an hour later Mona slowly opened the door and came in. "Eli?" she asked. "Fuck off, I fucking hate you." Eli yelled still crying. "Eli I just wanted to say sorry." said Mona "And the girls wanted to come in and say they're sorry too." Eli looked up and all the other girls started to come in. "Why are they coming in? I'm naked." Eli said panicking. "Then put that on." said Mona pointing to the Pampers diaper on the bed. Eli sighed as he sat back in the freezing cold, mushy diaper and taped it up around himself. Eli then jumped out of bed and went to meet the girls. "Yeah so now you all know, I have a tiny little baby penis and I wet the bed so I have to wear nappies to bed." said Eli trying to fight back more tears. "And no, I don't wear Pampers baby nappies but my bitch sister Mona bought them for me and I had no choice but to wear them." Some of the girls giggled but Mona glared over at them, they quickly stopped and apologized. "So yeah basically I'm a loser." said Eli. "Hey, no you're not." some of the girls tried to say. "Yeah I am. Look at me. I wet the bed, I have a tiny dick, I wear fucking nappies even though I'm 17!" he started to cry his eyes out. Mona gave him a hug. All the other girls tried patting his back and consoling him. "Why are you girls acting like this now? Half an hour ago you were laughing at me and bullying me." said Eli. "Eli, we're really sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took that picture of you, I'm sorry I bought you baby nappies, I'm sorry I made you stand naked in front of my dorm roomies." said Mona. "And we can make it up to you." "What? How?" asked Eli. "We've seen you, it seems only fair you see us." said one of the girls. Then all of the girls started to take their clothes off including Mona. Before he could catch his breath, Eli was stood there surrounded by completely naked beautiful young women. "And now you little brother." said Mona smiling. Eli then started to untape the diaper. "You know what, I don't know what's more embarrassing, being naked with my little thing for all to see or wearing a wet baby nappy for all to see." said Eli. The girls started to laugh. Mona then pulled the diaper off of Eli before sending him over to the couches. Eli sat in the middle while the girls surrounded him. "So little brother, do you like what you see?" asked Mona squeezing her boobs together. "Y-yes." said Eli blushing. "What do you want us to do honey?" asked one of the other girls. "You know, I think what we're doing isn't enough." said Mona. "How about we all put on one of Eli's nappies and use them, that way we'll be truly even."

     

    All of the girls had gone through the packet of Pampers and were busy putting them in front of Eli. Luckily most of them had slim, curvy and sexy bodies so they fit into them quite snugly. "How do we look?" they asked. "Quite... hot actually." Eli said blushing again. The girls giggled.
    "Okay girls let's all piss in 1, 2, 3." said Mona. Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of hissing. Eli looked around and saw all of the diapers fill up like balloons. Eli began to become aroused, he could feel an erection about to start. He looked over at Mona who was peeing very hard and her diaper was turning completely yellow. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I'm getting a boner, what do I do?" he asked quietly. Mona smiled. "Oh Eli, don't be embarrassed, it's totally normal to feel this way around girls." she said. She gave him a big kiss on his cheek. Blood was beginning to flow rapidly now. Then all of a sudden, Emily came in. "Emily?" said Eli feeling confused.
    "He's mine." said Emily. She began to take off all of her clothes down to her Always Discreet protective underwear and then went over to Eli.
    "Emily what are you..? How did you find me?" Eli stuttered. "Ssssssh" whispered Emily putting her finger over his lips. She looked down at Eli's erection. "Ohoho, did seeing me naked turn you on?" she asked giggling. Then she wrapped her arms around him and started to kiss him on the lips. Eli began to kiss back and then they started making out. Eli put his hand on her diaper as she began to forcefully pee in it with a loud hiss. Eli could feel his climax. "I love you, Eli." said Emily. "I need my nappy changed, will you change me?" asked Emily in a sexy voice. "Yes." whispered Eli. "Oh Eli, Eli, Eli." cried out Emily.

     

    "Eli!" yelled Mona. Eli woke up with a jolt. "Get up, we're going out to get breakfast." said Mona. She left the room to get dressed. Eli sat up in bed. "What the hell just happened?" he wondered. Then he felt something sticky in the front of his diaper. "No, I couldn't have..." he said. Eli unfolded the diaper and... well, all boys get it sometimes :wink:

     

    (Continued in Emily Chapter 6) https://omorashi.org/story/396/entry-956-chapter-six-revenge-friendship-and-new-found-love/

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    Nobita tried to take his test, but his bladder kept feeling fuller by the second. Why'd it have to be three hours? He shifted his legs around and tried to concentrate. All of his answers looked strange as usual, but he couldn't even try with all the pressure from his bladder. The signals kept coming and warning him, but he had to remain seated. He put his pencil down and stared at his test.

     

    "This test counts for 30 percent of my grade. I could fail if i do bad!" he thought.

     

    He looked at the clock. Only thirty minutes had passed. He crossed his legs a little and waited. Then he picked up his pencil and started writing again.

     

    "What was the capital of Japan?" it read.

     

    That was easy, Tokyo; his current city. But he couldn't concentrate and circled Osaka by mistake. He shifted around again and looked at the clock. Only 5 minutes since last time!? He knew he'd end up wetting himself.

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    Samantha honey,your going to be late if you don't get ready samanthas mother said. Mom I feel sick,do I have to go?...Samantha said. Yes you do there's nothing wrong with you,your just nervous about the speech yelled Samantha's mom. Fine,samantha grumbled.

     

    They arrive at the place the speech is suppose to be made,and Samantha feels her bladder and bowles filling up.
    Samantha then whispers to her mom "i-i need to use the restroom" her mom grumbled and told her "you can't your up next" Samantha cried "but mom I really need to go!!!" At that point the judges called her up for the speech about human trafficking and why the government should try there best to stop it.

     


    She remembered about that girl she saw at school that was showing her seashell collection for 9th grade show and tell,she remembered how that girl had an accident in front of the class she thought to herself "what was her name....kathrine wasn't it?..whatever,I hope that doesnt happen to me...if it does it would be in front of god and everybody..." As she started her speech she felt her bladder fully full same with her bowels she could hold her self so she wouldn't have an accident because she was afraid of embarrassment.

     


    After a couple of minutes she was almost done with her speech untill she felt her bladder start emptying she said to herself "oh sh*t I'm starting to have an accident..what do I do what do I do!!!" She continued the speech hoping her bladder would stem the flow,she then heard people start talking so she looked down seeing that she has a wet spot in between her legs now she blushed a little untill she had this feeling in her bowels she felt herbowels start to empty she felt it try to come out into her pink panties it started to come out,she felt it fall into her panties she then just gave up feeling her bowels and bladder empty right infront of God and everybody everyone gasped because they saw she pissed herself but then some people started covering there nose becuase they smelled the crap in her panties she then ran off the stage to her mothers car then opened the door and ploped down in the back seat feeling the crap smear against her buttcheeks making a chill go down her spine she asat there's waiting for her mom.

     


    As they got home Samantha's mother punished Samantha by putting her in diapers for the rest of the school year.....FIN

  10. (Sorry if this chapter isn't as intricate or as well written as the previous one. Kind of got inspiration for it in my sleep =w=, anyways. enjoy!)

     

    "Miss Rose, You mean to tell me that you want the Academy to spend precious money and resources to replace your mattress because you spilled an entire industrial sized bucket of paint on it?"

     

    Ms. Goodwitch looked over her glasses, staring at the girl on the other side of her desk, with a look on her face that showed that she was less than amused by the story Ruby had presented. Ruby, however, was oblivious to the woman's attitude towards her lie.

     

    "Yes Ma'am. A very large can of bright purple paint. It all soaked into the mattress before I could get it cleaned up, and now the mattress is hard and crusty, which will affect my sleep, which will affect my grades." She says, trying to sell her story as much as possible. Goodwitch pushes her glasses up, glancing over at her computer momentarily, before looking Ruby in the eye once more. She leaned forward, both her elbows on the table, folding her hands in front of her.

     

    "Well Miss Rose, here's what I make of your request. You brought a very, very large amount of brightly colored paint in your dorm room. The purpose of having this amount of paint was no doubt to recolor the walls of the room, an act which is strictly prohibited by school policy. There is also no reason that can should have been on the bed in the first place, so this is more or less by fault of your own. The academy will be happy to replace the mattress, provided that you are able to provide funds to properly dispose of the one you ruined, along with the bedding that went along with it, and put money forward to pay for a new mattress, as well as new bedding, and to clean up any painting you already did. You will also take punishment for any tampering to the room or furniture you have done."

     

    Once Ruby had grown sufficiently pale, and frightened of the consequences, Goodwitch offered her a kinder approach.

     

    "Miss Rose, attendants will have to enter your room to remove the mattress anyway, and will report to me why it is no longer in usable condition. So you may continue to lie, and face the consequences of deceiving Beacon's staff, and wasting our time and resources, or you can tell me the truth now, and I may be more inclined to be a bit more kind."

     

    Ruby's face lit up a bright red color at the idea of telling Glinda what really happened. But the consequences of what would happen should she continue to try to lie scared her more than what might come when she fessed up to what really happened.

     

    "...okay...M...Miss Goodwitch...I...I wet the bed in my sleep...to the point where the mattress is no longer sanitary...we tried cleaning it but the stain is still there, and so is the smell...It went all the way through, and we could only fix the one below it..." she says, looking down in shame, her face red hot.
    Goodwitch had obviously not been expecting that, not in the slightest. Her own face lit up red in embarrassment over the subject at hand, and a look of unmistakable disgust painted itself on her face.

     

    "M..Miss Rose! You are a student of one of, if not THE most prestigious Huntsman Academies in all of Remnant! Where to even begin with this!" She announces. Ruby had to restrain herself from letting tears leak from her eyes. Crying would only worsen her situation. Goodwitch appeared to be fuming made for a moment longer, before composing herself almost instantly on the spot, letting out a deep breath with a heavy sigh.

     

    "I assume that this is NOT a regular occurrence...."

     

    "No ma'am..."

     

    "You said "the one below it." Do you mean to tell me there is another mattress below your own?"

     

    "....We converted the beds into bunks...so we could have room for all our things..."

     

    "I see....well....that is...one way to go about it I suppose..." Unbeknownst to Ruby, Glinda had been pushing Ozpin to replace the beds in the dorms with bunks for years, but the man claimed that it would be too claustrophobic for the students if they had to sleep one on top of the other. The woman pushes her glasses up her nose.

     

    "Miss Rose...since you did as I asked and told me the truth...I will be lenient this time. I will...disregard the state of your team's beds. The mattress will be removed and replaced in a discrete manner, no charge to you or your family. However, in return, I will be coming to your dorm randomly throughout the next months to conduct random checks on the state of affairs. Anything out of place in the dorm shall be reported and your team shall be punished. And should this happen again...I will not be so kind. Do I make myself clear Miss Rose." the woman explains.

     

    Ruby was all too eager to agree, ready to put this incident behind us. Once the agreement was struck, she was dismissed, and she left the main office, heading down to the cafeteria to finish up her lunch hour. She had cleared things with Goodwitch, and already had explained matters with team JNPR. Now all that was left was Weiss.

     

    Unfortunately, Weiss was being less than agreeable to say the least. While they still had classes together, she outright ignored Ruby's entire existence, and when she couldn't, she would only respond to the girl by shooting her increasingly nasty looks. The whole thing made the poor redhead's heart sink. She may have possibly ruined the team with her little episode, which she was positive leaders were not supposed to do.

     

    Making it to the cafeteria, she doesn't bother getting any food as she sits next to Yang, who offers her a pat on the back.

     

    "So? What did Goodwitch say?" the blonde asks, eager to help her sister out.

     

    "She said that she would take care of it this time...but she's gonna be coming around at random times to make sure it doesn't happen again." Ruby explains, letting her head fall down onto the table with a loud thunk. "I hate my life..." she groans.

     

    "Hey~ Buck up! Accidents happen! Besides, Weiss doesn't have any right to be on a high horse herself. She wet herself too!" She says. Blake looks up and makes a gesture that Yang should keep her voice down, lest someone hear.

     

    "Yah, but Weiss didn't pee on anybody else..." Ruby says, her voice muffled by the table.

     

    "She'll get over it. Don't worry sis." Yang says, still doing her best to be encouraging. Ruby made no reply.

     

    "Aren't you going to eat? You'll need your strength." Blake says, trying to encourage Ruby as well, albeit in a far less direct way. Ruby shakes her head, or rather, rolls her head back and forth with her forehead still pressed into the table.

     

    "I'm not hungry."

     

    "Come on Ruby!" Yang says, "We have combat training for the rest of the day! What if you get picked to fight?" Yang says, placing an unopened cup of applesauce on her sister's head, mostly to be silly, but also trying to get her to take it.

     

    "Please. I wont get called. Goodwitch never calls me out to fight." she says. It was true. She rarely got called in to spar in their combat classes. Not even against someone like Jaune.

     

    Giving up, the other two present members of Team RWBY resigned themselves to eating their lunch. When the bell rang, all three girls got up, disposed of their garbage and trays, and walked to combat class together. They sat where they usually did, and Weiss, as she made a habit of doing today, took a seat far away from the rest of her teammates. Looking over, Ruby tried to lock eyes with Weiss to try and apologize as best as she could non-verbally, but the heiress was making it all too difficult by glaring directly ahead, down into the sparing area. Apparently, if Jaune could be believed, Weiss intended to keep up this behavior for a while, as she had already cleared it with them to let her sleep over there, on the floor of all places. Ruby took that to mean that Weiss was particularly livid, furious enough to forsake a bed, which she likely hated doing as well.

     

    Ruby sighed and propped her head up in her hands, watching as Goodwitch prepared Ren and another student Ruby had not yet met for a match.

     

    The rest of the day took the standard course one might expect. As Ruby thought, she was not called to spar during their session, though halfway through, she did find herself growing hungry. After a stop at the cafeteria, she headed back to her dorm, where she passed the time for the rest of the day listening to music and reading from her "Guns" Magazine. To her surprise, somehow MIss Goodwitch had organized the replacement of her ruined bed while the school day was going on, and without anybody noticing. Changing into her pajamas right away, Ruby made herself comfy for the rest of the evening, putting her headphones on, wanting to shut out the world for a little bit, and bury her thoughts in her magazine.

     

    The day slowly turned to night, and Team RWBY began to wind down into the late hours of the night. Weiss had only returned to the dorm momentarily that evening to grab a change of clothes and a book, shooting Ruby yet another nasty glare, that made the red-clad girl feel terrible for what they did. First one to sleep was Blake, and then Yang, leaving Ruby up all by herself. Once she finished her magazine, she contented herself to staring out the window for a while, not too eager to go back to sleep. She knew that she hadn't wet the bed in years prior to last nights incident, but a tiny part of her was afraid it might happen again, like maybe now that she had done it once, her body would assume that it would be okay for her to do it again. She wanted to put it off as long as she could, but eventually, around midnight, she had to face the fact that she had school in the morning, and was tired. Shutting off the light, Ruby got under the covers and pulled her sleep mask down, shutting her eyes and soon drifting off into sleep.

     

    (Warning! The following section contains graphic imagery, explicit depictions of torture and inappropriate themes. If you read the previous chapter, you know the drill by now. If you do not want to read Ruby's nightmare, continue on until you see the section marked "End Nightmare Sequence" Sorry if this breaks any rules.)

     

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    Ruby slowly opened her eyes, opening them up to complete darkness. Blinking a few times to get them to adjust to the lack of light, she found that she was kneeling on the floor of a very small concrete room. Confused, she tried to get up, only to fall back down on her butt, pulled back down by rattling chains that held her hands and feet to a wall behind her. Looking down, finding the floor oddly cold on her rear, she blushed as she saw herself rendered in only a pair of white panties with red stars on them. No bra, no pajamas, only the panties that she had on when she went to bed.

     

    "Cute underwear...."

     

    Looking up, Ruby locked eyes with...Weiss..,only it wasn't Weiss. The girl before her sounded like Weiss, and looked like Weiss, but there was something distinctly...off...about her. Nevertheless, it was hard to see in the light, and Ruby wasn't willing to stay like this any longer.

     

    "Weiss! Thank God your here! Who did this to me?" she asks, looking up at the girl, thrashing against her restraints.

     

    "I did, stupid." Weiss spits back, a grin on her face. Ruby's moth hung open in shock and confusion.

     

    "Y...you? Why!?" she asks, thrashing her arms once more, trying to feel out the chains for any weaknesses or loose bolts holding it to the wall.

     

    "Why? This is what happens to people who cross the Schnees..." she answers back, stepping forward. As the heiress moved forward, Ruby's chains drew back, pulling her back to her knees, bringing her ankles towards the wall, her arms and hands back in the same manner, holding them tight. She twitched and thrashed about.

     

    "Weiss! C'mon! We're friends!" She pleads, tears starting to come to her eyes. As the Heiress got close enough for Ruby to see her, she realized what was off about the girl. She looked emaciated, thin beyond reason, barely skin and bones, and her skin had this weird blue-greyish tint to it. A lot of her hair had thinned and fallen out, and the end of her ponytail was frayed and unkempt. She had her eyes closed, and this weird, too-wide grin on her face. One of her hands was behind her back, the other gently reached out to Ruby. "Weiss! What happened to you!?"

     

    "I'm allergic Ruby....when you peed on me, you set off an allergic reaction...I'm dying...and I want you to come with me."

     

    ".......what?" Ruby didn't really know what to say to that answer, believing it to be absolutely ludicrous.

     

    "Don't act so surprised...after all, you didn't think I was one of you did you..." The heiress opened her eyelids, revealing sickening-looking black orbs, like the eyes of some kind of insect. Ruby felt her stomach churn just looking at it.

     

    "What's wrong with your eyes!" she screeches, leaning away from Weiss' hand as her fingers began to twitch, and blood began to pool under the heiress' fingernails. The girl's smile only widened.

     

    "Oh...there's nothing wrong with mine...this is how they always are....so, lets get down to it...how should I make you pay first...?" she asks. She brought her hand out from behind her back, revealing that she had been holding Myrtenaster this whole time...though like herself, it wasn't quite the weapon of the girl Ruby knew. This version looked rusted and worn, sharpened to have an edge rather than a solid point, making it more of a cutlass than a rapier. The Chamber was missing, and in its place was what looked to be a glass container full of bones.

     

    Ruby thought of herself as brave most of the time...but this was beginning to scare her to her very core.

     

    "I-If this is some kind of payback! Please! I'm Sorry! Enough is Enough!" She says, tears leaking from her eyes. Weiss didn't respond to her pleas, only brought Myrtenaster closer to the girl's legs. Without any warning, chains fired off from the side walls, and shackles locked around her bare thighs, pinching her skin and making blood run down her legs. The sight was enough to make the girl not even notice how she didn't feel any pain, or how her aura didn't protect her.
    "Weiss stop! I'm sorry! Really! Just let me go!" She pleads, fully crying now. The white haired girl snaps her fingers, and the chains pull back, spreading Ruby's knees and thighs apart. Then, she put Myrtenaster between Ruby's thighs, putting the cold metal edge just above the shackle, pressing it into Ruby's skin. Not hard enough to cut, but enough to push the flesh of her leg in.

     

    "Maybe I make it so you can't harm my kind ever again?" she asks, bringing Myrtenaster slowly up her leg. Ruby, realizing what this...thing, intended to do, began to have a panic attack. She tried thrashing about, but the chains were holding her tight in place.

     

    "Please no! Not that! Don't! Please!" She screams. Weiss didn't listen, only brought Myrtenaster up and up until it was at the leg hole of Ruby's panties. The girl was shaking and crying in hysterics at this point.

     

    The white haired heiress dropped Myrtenaster's blade to the ground with a loud clang, and whipped it up between Ruby's legs, stopping mere centimeters away from the girl's crotch, hovering over her most sensitive area, the blade shaking a bit with the sudden stop. Tensing up at the movement, watching the girl's hand come up, Ruby froze with a gasp, shutting her eyes tight, waiting for pain...and loosing control of her bladder. She could feel the crotch of her panties growing hot and wet, urine slipping down her most sensitive area as she wet herself in fear. Her panties quickly became soaked in the front, with the wet spot quickly crawling up the back of her panties, getting her butt warm and wet as well, all the way up to the waistband. She could feel her pee spreading down the back of her thighs, and even wetting her back...but she was too scared to even notice the irregular movement of her urine.

     

    "Aw...I made someone have a little accident...." Weiss taunts, flipping Myrtenaster over and pressing the back edge of it into Ruby's crotch. The girl squealed, her face growing bright red, as she peed on the weapon, ignoring the cold metal on her most sensitive parts. Once Ruby finished wetting herself, the nightmare version of Weiss brought the weapon away and tossed it on the ground, grinning ear to ear...literally, her mouth stretched from ear to ear in a disgusting, grotesque display.

     

    "Now that I've emptied you of that poison...you can help me restore my life..."

     

    Opening her eyes, Ruby looked up, and felt her stomach twisting again. She watched in shock as, like some kind of Reptile, Weiss' bottom jaw unhinged, and dropped open, her top jaw stretching out tall as well, showing only a black void between her two jaws.

     

    "y...your gonna..no...NO!" Ruby screams, trying with all her might to thrash and free herself from these chains. When it looked like the Heiress's jaw had reached it's limit, the girl reached up with her bony fingers, grabbed her head by the upper and lower jaws, and with a sickening snapping noise, pulled them even wider apart, to the point where her skin had stretched out to a thin, white film, and her jaw was now hanging in front of her chest.

     

    "No! No! No!" Ruby continued to scream as the Horror came closer and closer, and slowly slipped it's mouth over the top of Ruby's head. The younger girl screamed bloody murder, crying and shaking, crying for help at the top of her lungs. She couldn't see anything once the heiress' mouth had passed over her eyes...black nothingness...Ruby had been eaten alive.

     

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    (End Nightmare Sequence)

     

    Ruby let out a blood-curdling scream as she bolted up in bed. Her arms were free to move, and, in a state of hysterics and fear, she was swinging her arms around her, trying to feel something. Everything around her was pitch black, and she began to hear rushed noises, loud booms that sounded like people stomping up to her.

     

    "Get away!" She screams. She was physically shaking, tears streaming from her eyes, cold sweat dripping down her skin. She feels someone grab her, and screams again.

     

    "RUBY! WHAT'S WRONG! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!"

     

    It was Yang's voice. Shaking, and quieting down, Ruby reached out towards whatever was holding her, grabbing something squishy and warm. As she grabbed it, Yang's voice squealed and she was let go of, her hand smacked.

     

    "Of yourself! Not me! What's gotten into you!?"

     

    Ruby looked around, and it slowly dawned on her what had happened. Reaching up to her head, she pulled her sleep mask off, facing Yang at her bedside, who was covering her chest, looking confused, a bit angry, but most of all worried and scared. As Ruby's eyes came into view, and her sister saw the red, puffy state of them as they continued to pour out tears, and Ruby fought back choked off sobs. Blake was over at the door to the dorm, talking with their neighbors that had come running when they heard screaming, thankfully keeping the door partly closed so they couldn't see in.

     

    And Ruby was eternally grateful for that, because once she had come to her senses, she realized that under the covers, she felt hot, sticky, and wet. Looking down, it was obvious what she had done. A large dark spot showed on the red blanket on top of Ruby. Lifting it up, she saw that her pajama pants were soaked through, as were her panties, both white, both having been made see through. Her sheets bellowed her fared no better. Seeing it put Ruby over the edge and she began sobbing where she sat, still shaking and sweating bullets.

     

    "Ruby. Talk to me." Yang says, putting her hand to Ruby's forehead, suspecting the girl might have had a fever, but finding no evidence of sickness. The girl only continued crying and crying, and it wasn't until Blake finally managed to send off the worried neighbors that she could pull herself together enough to explain.

     

    "Ruby..." Yang says again, rubbing the girl's back, trying to coax her into talking.

     

    "W-...Weiss...."

     

    "Weiss? What about Weiss..."

     

    "I...I *hic* I dreamed...*sniffle* sh..she...she tried to cut me...she was mad I peed on her...she..*sniffle* she said I made her start dying..then..then she...*hic* she..."

     

    Yang was obviously pissed, and had heard enough. Whirling around on her heels, she stomped out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her. Blake watched for a moment, then took up the duty of comforting Ruby. Walking over to Ruby's bedside, she rubbed the younger girl's back like Yang had done, looking a bit uncomfortable about doing it.

     

    "Look...this is twice...maybe you should see a doctor or something..." she says, not really knowing what advice to give. It didn't really help Ruby feel better, but it gave her something to think about. Maybe Blake was right.

     

    "I-In any case...you should get cleaned up..." Blake continues. Ruby sniffles a bit more and slowly crawls out of bed. Looking down at Weiss' bed, she was relieved to find she had not wet enough to soak this mattress through. Without much else to do, she grabs a change of pajamas and heads into the bathroom to shower.

     

    It took about ten minutes of scrubbing for Ruby to even begin to feel clean again. During most of that time, Ruby was trying to choke back sobs and keep herself from breaking into tears again. It was a huge hit to what fragile amounts of pride she had to wet her bed twice in one year, let alone back to back in the same week. And that dream left her petrified, and still had her scared. It had all seemed so real, and so terrifying, but she scolded herself for thinking Weiss could ever do that to her.

    As she was lost in thought, she didn't even notice the sound of the door to the bathroom opening.

     

    "Ruby?"

     

    The small girl practically jumped out of her skin when she heard someone call her name. But she was even more shocked to recognize who the voice belonged to.

     

    It was Weiss.

     

    "Y...Yeah?" Ruby asks, expecting to be yelled at more.

     

    "....Are you okay....Yang told me about your dream?"

     

    Weiss sounded dejected, guilty even. It was yet another shock for Ruby.

     

    "Uhm....yeah...I think I'm alright..." she responds, pushing her fingertips together out of nervous habit as she usually did. She could wear Weiss' feet padding against the tile floor of the bathroom as the girl tapped her feet in nervousness. It was obvious Weiss was uncomfortable.

     

    "Okay.....I just wanted to say I'm sorry..." she says. The words were music to Ruby's ears. The girl couldn't help herself. She popped her head out from behind the shower curtain, looking Weiss in the eye.

     

    "Really!? Your not mad!"

     

    The girl turned bright red, whether out of embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell.
    "Of course I'm still mad! You peed on me!" She says, before clearing her throat, calming herself, and continuing, "But....I took it a little too far...sorry...I was already upset...but I'm washed off now and it's been a while...so I'm going to try and put it behind me..."

     

    Ruby felt herself smile for the first time in a good while.

     

    "thank you Weiss."

     

    The white haired girl nods and exits the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Newly renewed, Ruby finishes up her shower and gets dressed, suddenly not feeling so bad.

     

    Of course, that didn't last long.

     

    As she walked out of the bathroom, dressed in fresh pajamas, soiled clothes in hand, she was greeted with the sight of Miss Goodwitch in their dorm, examining Ruby's bed. and there she stood, holding further evidence of her accident. The woman looked over and locked eyes with Ruby, speaking up before the smaller girl even had a chance to think.

     

    "I was called down here because some other teams heard screaming...it was good I came...I see you've already broken our deal...see me in my office tomorrow..." she says, glaring at the girl, before making a swift exit.

     

    Ruby's heart sank.

     

    "aw man...." she mutters, looking down, before trudging over to the clothes hamper and putting her sodden outfit in. Yang walked behind her sister and patted her on the back.

     

    "Come on...sleep with me again tonight..."

     

    Weiss had already crawled back into her own bed and was pretending to be asleep to avoid more awkward situations, and Blake was trying to read to put herself to sleep again. Ruby nods, and walks over to Yang's bed with her, both of them crawling in, sleeping with their backs to one another.

     

    Ruby suspected her troubles were only beginning...

  11. "N-now Alex..." I started, but she would have non of it.
    "All members of M.A.G.E must be cleaned and checked for any harmful objects by an admin, I had to do it, so has everyone else and now you are going to." Alex said walking towards me, making me go closer and closer to the corner of the room.
    "Get away!" I prepared an ice spell, which was NOT a smart move to make.
    Alex used a paralysis spell, making me tense up. Shit! I couldn't move.
    "Sorry, but I have to." Alex dipped her finger in a jar of lube and then used it to circle my tiny butthole.
    She slowly put the enema tube into my behind, I wanted to shout in protest but I couldn't move my jaw, or anything for that matter.
    "N-now Alex..." I started, but she would have non of it.
    "All members of M.A.G.E must be cleaned and checked for any harmful objects by an admin, I had to do it, so has everyone else and now you are going to." Alex said walking towards me, making me go closer and closer to the corner of the room.
    "Get away!" I prepared an ice spell, which was NOT a smart move to make.
    Alex used a paralysis spell, making me tense up. Shit! I couldn't move.
    "sorry, but I have to." Alex dipped her finger in a jar of lube and then used it to circle my tiny bootyhole.
    Alex inserted the enema tube and let the water flow, filling my bowels very quickly.
    "Don't worry, the enema is done now." Alex said as she released me from her spell, also removing the tube.
    "Can I please go to the bathroom now!?" I asked, a drop of water escaping my butt.
    "A proper enema must be held for 15 minutes." Alex gave me a diaper, and I reluctantly put it on.
    *10 minutes later*
    I was at my breaking point, there was no way I could last another 5 minutes, but I couldn't just fill a diaper in front of my new superior.
    "Either you hold it for 15 minutes, or you mess in a diaper." She said sternly. " You know what, I'll just do this with you, I could use an enema."
    Alex stripped down to nothing and, without lube, plunged the tube into her butt. She started the water and just stood there, not caring that she was nude or bowel filled in front of a new recruit. When her bowels were filled, she grabbed a diaper and put it on then sat on the floor with me.
    "See it's not so bad." Alex sat in a relaxed position. "And only 4 minutes to go."
    "Alex please! I can't hold it!" I begged.
    "The go in your diaper, I'll help you." Alex punched me in the gut, causing my bowels to release themselves violently into me diaper.
    "Oh god!" Was the last thing I could mutter as I lay down and let my big round ass explode. There was solid shit, runny shit, and pure diarrhea all sloshing around in my bowels, fighting for a way out.
    "13 minutes, good enough. Go clean up in the bathroom" Alex said as she let herself explode In her diaper to. " oh god that feels amazing, I think I just came."
    I spent the next 30 mins washing the shit off of my booty. So much for good 1st impressions.

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    (Preface: If you have the choice, use the PDF version of the file. It looks better.)
    Emotions, Tonight, and Tomorrow.pdf

     

    Bloody hell, this is probably the most lewd thing I’ve written in...uh, ever, quite likely.

     

    I guess I’m going to have to tell you the setting straight-up. That’s annoying.

     

    In case it wasn’t obvious, this is a fanfiction of Near from Death Note. I wrote this with the intention of having this as a scene in a separate story I was writing. The premise was that someone in Wammy’s house (if any of these references go over your head, don’t worry too much about it) had done something to disable the plumbing as a practical joke, and Near was asked to find the one who did it. There are some things that aren’t explained here that were fully explained in the full version, but that’s not even remotely ready to be posted, and might not for a while. I wrote this far in advance and thought “to hell with it, I’ll post”.

     

    So, enjoy, I guess?

     

    -Weaver

     

     

    Near entered his room, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and shut the door, keeping his legs pressed tight together and bending forward a little, his loose fitting pyjamas stretched tight over his bladder, which bulged out from his stomach more than he could have thought possible.

     

    There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to catch the culprit behind tampering with the plumbing, but I have serious doubts on how long I can hold it in. I won’t be able to wait until the plumbing is operational again, I can tell that much.

     

    The albino's bladder was pulsing and trembling with the effort of holding it all in. He bit his lip, turning back around and lying down in his bed with the sound of plastic crinkling, noting the instant relief in pressure now that gravity wasn’t working against him. He still desperately needed to go, but it was manageable, and in waves now instead of a constant overwhelming pressure.

     

    He laid on his side, breathing deeply to calm his heart rate, crossing his legs under his sheets and slipping a hand between his thighs — not pressing down on his crotch, not yet, but it was comfortable. It was a reassurance.

     

    After a few minutes of this, his bladder seemed to calm, the contractions and trembling ceasing. Near relaxed a bit, acknowledging how tired he was, and letting his eyes slip closed. His bladder felt so full and heavy, and pulsed in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It also made him seem warmer than usual, in a way that made him oddly sleepy. His free hand drifted to his front, feeling how hard and full his bladder was, bulging out from him. He could honestly say that he would be content to stay like this for a while.

     

    He shifted a little and pulled the blanket up a bit further, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to go to sleep for a little bit. His bladder wasn't bothering him that much anymore, so he didn't have that distracting him.

     

    Near awoke roughly four hours later, squirming desperately. The hand that had been comfortably clasped in his thighs now pressing hard into his crotch. He groaned audibly, twisting his legs together and scrunching his eyes closed again. He was still so tired.

     

    His bladder throbbed, seemingly bulging further out than before, if that was possible. His close-fitting briefs and even his pyjama trousers were cutting into his bladder painfully, increasing the already extreme pressure to an almost unmanageable level. Near whimpered a little bit, his sleep-addled mind seeming to work at half-capacity, adjusting his pants and trousers so that they weren't cutting in as much, and rolled over so he was facing his door, intending to get up and go to the bathroom, wondering why he had to go so bad.

     

    Then he remembered.

     

    The plumbing. The prank. The lack of bathrooms.

     

    Oh no.

     

    Near bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood. He had to go so bad he could hardly think of anything else. And worse too, he remembered, if he tried to get up, the need would only get much worse. And Near wouldn't be able to handle ‘much worse’.

     

    This isn’t good.

     

    Near’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, a mixture of half-formed contingencies and panicked thoughts. He broke into a cold sweat, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he held himself with both hands, his legs crossed so tight they were starting to go numb.

     

    What am I going to do? I can’t hold it in any longer...

     

    His breath came in gasps, tears starting to run down onto his pillow.

     

    Maybe I could...but I don’t have any receptacles, that isn’t an option. Oh lord.

     

    Near was shaking, his heart beating like he was in a marathon.

     

    A-a towel? But I’d have to make it all the way to the bathroom for that, and I can’t make it that far. Oh god, I can’t hold it, what am I going to do?

     

    The room seemed to be spinning around him, blurred with tears. He felt so small – more than ever before. He was being defeated by simple human functions. His emotionless façade was in fragments. The world felt like it was spinning out of control, and over what? Near buried his face into his pillow, not even noticing that he was whimpering audibly as he felt a warmth on his hands.

     

    I can’t hold it, oh god, I can’t hold it any longer.

     

    A single spurt wormed its way past Near’s grip, soaking into his pyjamas and creating a small damp patch on his crotch. Near bit down on his lip until he tasted copper, squirming more and moaning. He couldn’t continue fighting like this. There was no real reward, no real end to his suffering.

     

    Another, longer spurt pushed its way out of his bladder. His muscles were starting to give up. Near’s pillow was starting to become wet with tears, and he drew another deep shuddering breath as his hands squeezed at his crotch as hard as he could manage.

     

    All this effort, all this pain. All for nothing.

     

    Tears started to run down his face with increasing frequency, his breathing shuddering and gasping as his bladder gave a powerful lurch and he felt his last vestiges of control slip away. Near moaned softly in pain. It was just too much to handle. It started small – a slow, wavering stream that he was able to stop a couple of times, slowly increasing in force. Near pulled his hands away from his crotch turning himself so that he faced into the mattress, crossing his arms below his pillow as he shoved his face into it.

     

    Near’s white pyjama trousers soaked through within seconds, the hot liquid seeping into his sheets and starting to spread outward, soaking up through his shirt and down towards his knees. He shuddered a bit in relief, his legs, still tightly crossed, starting to loosen, quivering with the effort he was still putting forth trying to hold back.

     

    Momentarily though, he just ceased caring. The damage was done. He uncrossed his legs, his muscles fully giving in. The hard, painful, bulging ball that was his bladder finally started to loosen as he moved onto his side again, curling into a ball and wrapping his arms around his knees. He didn’t even care that his arms were getting soaked in urine. The fluids flowed into his sheets quickly now, spreading outward and starting to soak into the blanket he had wrapped around him. His formerly white pyjamas became translucent wherever his urine soaked in, showing his pale skin beneath.

     

    After over a minute of constantly voiding at full-force, Near’s bladder was finally empty. Empty, and aching a bit from being forced to hold so much for so long. By this point, Near was lying in quite the large puddle, extending over a third of a metre past both his front and back, and reaching from where he had his feet curled all the way to his shoulders. Every small movement Near made came with the sound of liquid moving beneath him.

     

    Near felt sick, though. He’d lost control of his bladder. He’d voided – to hell with it, he’d wet the bed while fully conscious. He’d utterly wet his pants without being able to stop it. Near’s body shook, eliciting the sound of liquid moving beneath him again. His breathing started coming in gasps again, and he grit his teeth. His whole body felt like it was in flames. He felt light-headed and dizzy. Most think of Near as an emotionless person.

     

    Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m going to find them. I’m going to find them, and I will make sure they’re expelled from Wammy’s.

     

    But tonight, Near let his emotions take over. Tonight, Near cried.

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    Author's Note: Ah, yes, some Plastic Memories omo because why not? I'm hoping I got Isla's character down properly. I think I wrote her properly, at least.
    I apologize for any errors made—I haven't watched past episode eight. I decided to place this sometime before Tsukasa is told how much longer Isla has to live, so maybe that means I'm safe...? Maybe.
    Also, warning, there's a bit of sexual content. Not a lot, not graphic, just some brief thoughts bc Tsukasa is a hormonal 18-year-old.

     

     


    Giftias were created to be as much like humans as possible. Tsukasa quickly learned that some functions were unnecessary and may have been better to leave out.

     

    The steering wheel vibrated against the palms of Isla's hands as she gripped it, eyes fixed on the road before her. There was no GPS function built into the artificial girl, and in such a case that there was, hers was very clearly broken. That was something else Tsukasa quickly learned.

     

    There was a lot to learn about Giftias in general, but he was particularly interested in Isla. There was a lot for Giftias to learn about humans as well, he suspected, but he didn't bother asking—Isla would probably fake an error and ask him to repeat the question until he finally gave up, Zack would probably call him stupid, Sherry would probably look too far into it or possibly not even give it any thought at all, and Constance would probably smile and say whatever he thought Tsukasa wanted to hear.

     

    But either way, if he didn't entirely understand the beings created to live side-by-side with people, then it only made sense—in his mind—that they would sometimes find themselves lacking some kind of knowledge on humans.

     

    "Tsukasa," Isla murmured, drawing the young man from his thoughts. She was tightly squeezing the steering wheel, making her knuckles turn white, and she seemed to be rather tense. The vehicle slowed to a stop.

     

    "What's wrong?" Tsukasa always found himself concerned when he said his name out of the blue to break the silence that so often hung around them, and that mildly troubled tone of voice wasn't helping. Maybe he just worried himself too much with the problems of others, and maybe anxiety sparked within his mind too easily. Either way, his occupation really hadn't done anything to start wiping away those issues. All it had done so far was make them worse.

     

    There were lots of probablys in life, and at that specific moment, two of them surfaced above all his other thoughts. Isla had probably only gotten lost, and he was probably being stupid.

     

    "I'm not sure where we're at..."

     

    The white-haired girl's soft statement confirmed both at one. Isla had only gotten lost, and he was being stupid.

     

    What else is new? he thought. He wasn't the sarcastic type, but there were certain times when he couldn't help directing a few verbal ironies at himself. They never went anywhere outside of his head, never even pushing into his throat, and certainly never coming out of his mouth. Only Zack seemed to properly get away with saying anything at all, and even so, Tsukasa was too cheerful and optimistic of a person to ever be sarcastic anywhere except inside his head. Instead he just smiled and let out a soft chuckle. "You're getting better at navigating at least."

     

    "Tsukasa."

     

    Was he allowed to claim being justified in the sudden burst of new anxiety he felt? "...Is anything else wrong?"

     

    "We're out of gas."

     

    "I'll just call someone to bring us some, then. No big deal."

     

    There was silence and stillness aside from the Giftia's index finger tapping against the steering wheel. "...Ts-Tsukasa..."

     

    And what about now? "Yeah?"

     

    "...I think I drank too much soda at lunch."

     

    So that's what was with the fidgeting, the tenseness, the troubled tone of voice. Lunch had been three hours ago and the car's engine caused a fair amount of vibrations. Judging by that, the poor girl was probably bursting. It would take about twenty minutes to call someone out for gas and have them arrive with it, thirty more to get to the nearest fast food restaurant or convenience store to use their restroom.

     

    All in all, nearly an hour. Another hour—give or take ten minutes or so—to be able to relieve herself in an actual toilet and not on the side of the remote dead end they had somehow ended up at in what almost looked like an alleyway, in the driver's seat of the car, or perhaps in a parking lot or on the floor of a small building belonging to a chain business. That was not going to be fun.

     

    "I could call for services, but, ah..." He trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

     

    There was the brief thought that this situation was vaguely erotic somehow, and for that split second that it took to dismiss such a thought, he wanted to slam his head in the car door.

     

    Isla was playing with a lock of her hair now with a trembling hand now. It was probably an attempt to distract herself from the fullness of her bladder, but judging by her body language, it couldn't possibly have been helping all that much. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs every few seconds, her thighs remained pressed together, her face was flushed, and it looked as if not a single muscle in her body was willing to relax.

     

    This was certainly one of the more optional functions and probably should have been left out. All it seemed to be doing now was cause problems.

     

    "P-please don't call anyone." Isla had proven herself to be, despite her usual demeanor, a person to make more decisions based upon emotion than solid logic. At this point, she was probably more focused on how to avoid the potential humiliation that would come with someone seeing her in such a state, rather than focusing on what would be the more logical decision. Not that Tsukasa could blame her—the only time logic outweighed his emotions was when he was doing something to help someone.

     

    Even still, the brunet moved his hand away from the pocket containing his cellphone. There had to be other options, right?

     

    "I could dump out the rest of my water and you could use the bottle," he suggested, not really sure of what he himself was saying. All he knew was that he was determined to find a solution to the predicament without any additional embarrassment for Isla.

     

    She nodded, biting her lip as she squirmed in her seat and unbuckled her seat-belt. He wasn't even sure she could manage to speak by that point.

     

    He opened his door, unscrewed the bottle's cap, and poured the contents out onto the ground. Which, in retrospect, maybe wasn't the best idea, considering how the girl shoved her hands between her legs and squeezed her eyes shut as soon as the water began hitting the asphalt. It looked painful, and there was no way she was going to last even ten more minutes. Tsukasa handed her the bottle and she quickly got out of the car and crouched behind it, out of sight.

     

    Tsukasa really wasn't sure how his mind had suddenly fallen into the gutter. He wasn't sure how, either, considering how disrespectful it was, but it had.

     

    How exactly was she trying to use the bottle? He found himself unable to move his thoughts away from the somehow-arousing topic.

     

    She probably would squat down first, weight on her toes and knees against the rough asphalt. Her hands were probably shaking uncontrollably, thighs pressing together tightly as she struggled to keep herself under control. A few drops of urine probably dampened her panties as she moved her legs to push down her underwear. Her bladder probably started emptying it before she brought the mouth of the bottle up to her vagina. And she probably let out a delicate little moan at how good it felt.

     

    And the only definitely was the hardness in his pants.

     

    "Ts-Tsukasa..." Isla opened the door of the car and got back in, the full bottle in one hand. Her eyes fixed downward and there was a prominent blush on her cheeks, contrasting with her pale skin. The front of her skirt was soaked, and a thin trail of wetness went down her leg and into her boot.

     

    "Better?" Tsukasa ventured far enough to ask, though his partner was clearly still in some kind of extreme discomfort.

     

    She shook her head, setting the bottle at her feet so she could jam both her hands between her legs. "T-too...small..." Her voice was breathy and strained and somehow sexy.

     

    Honestly, Tsukasa's mind needed to stop. But he already figured out that it wouldn't, and he felt a stab of guilt at the fact that this scenario was one he could get off on. He'd probably even find himself jerking off to the thought of the Giftia squirming desperately and doing her best to avoid wetting herself.

     

    "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He wasn't the type to swear much, but the circumstances unarguably called for it. "There's not really many options. I really should call—"

     

    He was cut off by a whimper as the girl shook her head rapidly. "N-no...!"

     

    "Well, I guess..." He could feel his own face heating up at the suggestion he was about to make. "I guess you could...on the side of the..."

     

    Isla stayed silent, squirming as she thought it over. Finally, she grabbed the car door to push it open, but her hand went straight back to its place against her crotch. "I-I won't...be able to get up..."

     

    "Then I guess there aren't really any options... I mean, you could just—there's nothing else to do but, um—that looks like it hurts—" Was it because he wanted to watch her wet herself? Even just a little bit? The answer was probably yes. But he was a heterosexual young man and she was a very attractive young lady. Could he be blamed?

     

    Yes, came that little voice of reason that he unknowingly had pushed to the back of his mind. It was right, and he probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much when she clearly was despairing and completely humiliated. Admitting that he was in the wrong wouldn't buy him any innocence, and he found himself too ashamed to admit to that anyway.

     

    "B-b-but—!"

     

    He gave the kindest smile he could muster with all the incredibly inappropriate thoughts going through his head. "My fault, okay? I wouldn't listen when you said we needed to stop. Nobody has to know, and I won't think any less of you."

     

    Her eyes squeezed shut and a strangled cry died in her throat as her bladder relaxed. The rest of her body remained rigid as urine spilled from the spaces between her fingers, saturating the seat and splashing to the floor. She trembled violently and she let out a wanton moan as her forehead lowered to rest against the steering wheel. She stayed still save for the breathless movements of her small breasts as she inhaled and exhaled.

     

    And Tsukasa really shouldn't be having the thought that it looked as if she had just had an orgasm.

     

    She at least deserved honesty, though, right? It was embarrassing, but probably nothing compared to having an accident like she just had.

     

    "...I...may have..." He looked out the window to avoid any chance of eye contact, and he was certain he was even more flushed than Isla was. "...I sort of...enjoyed that..."

     

    The Giftia's eyes widened and she stared at him. He didn't even have to look, because he could feel her gaze on him. "Tsukasa?"

     

    "Y-yeah?"

     

    "When we get back to the apartment, I could...maybe, um...d-do that for you...again...?"

     

    Giftias were created to be as much like humans as possible. Tsukasa quickly learned that some functions were unnecessary and may have been better to leave out.

     

    But Tsukasa really, really liked this unnecessary function.

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    (Sorry if the first part was bad...this is gonna be a presequel....
    B=beth M=mom.....)

     


    As beth and her mother where packing the suv with clothes and other needs for stuff on a trip beth wonders where there going because her mother hasn't told her yet

     

    B:Soooo...mum where are we going?..

     

    M:well...I guess I should tell you now that were about to leave...where doing to Hawaii

     

    B:H-Hawaii?......

     

    M:yes beth *chuckles* don't act so surprised

     

    B:i-i c-cant believe it!?!!!.....h-how did we even get the money!!!

     

    M:that doesn't matter beth now let's get on the road *laughs*

     

    After about a good hour or two has pasted beth remembers that her mother hasn't told her what the doctor said about her bladder.

     


    B:hey mom do you know any by chance what the doctor said about me....having a-accidents?

     

    M:ohhh yeah he said it sounded like you have a weak bladder he already saw that your bladders small but he said it sounds like its weaker then a normal bladder.

     

    B:how could a bladder be weak?

     

    M:well the doctor said it could weaken by holding in urine for to long

     

    B:oh....*has a flash back of all the times shes held her urine in for more than an hour*

     


    The next day beth wakes up missing her friend Kat

     

    B:*in side beths mind* i miss kat....including when she had accidents when she ad accidents she was so adorable the face she made and the way her body movements were it was just so adorable...

     

     

    TO BE CONTINUED!!!!