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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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    A few notes before I start:

     

    -this is my first story, so it may not be perfect, on top of that English is not my native language and I'm writing on an Ipod, so there may be spelling mistakes
    -this story is based off of the Harvest Moon DS game, since it's the only one I've played
    -I called the generic farmer "Mark", why? Because there's a gravestone in my game that says "here lies farm king Mark", so there you go.

     

    Now, without further ado: Nami.

     


    "Wake up!", "Ughhh", "C'mon, it's 8AM, and I need your help". Nami rolled onto her back with her eyes closed. "allright, allright" she said, sitting up on the side of the bed, "what do you need my help with?" "I need you to feed and clean the chickens, I'll be out back to make sure the land isn't too bad under this weather". Nami looked out the window and saw some snowflakes fall onto the glass. "come, I made you some toast".

     

    "thanks" she said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She sat down and took a bite of the toast in front of her. She looked up at the calendar and almost chocked on her breakfast. "are you ok?" Mark asked from the kitchen. "yeah, don't worry!" she yelled back, her face almost as red as her hair. "I'm gonna go see Ruby first if you don't mind, I've seen her a lot less since I moved in with you, it won't be longer then 10 minutes", "sure, knock yourself out!". Nami took another bite of her toast and grabbed her shoes and snagged Mark's backpack, 2 minutes later she was standing outside in the biting cold.

     

    "Nami!" Ruby smiled from behind her counter "how are you?". "not to good", she replied with a guilty look on her face, "I completely forgot it was thanksgiving". Ruby laughed and dissapeared to the back, about a minute later she came back with a piece pf chocolate cake wrapped in plastic. "You're the best" Nami said, putting the cake in the backpack, "I owe you one!". Nami suddenly felt a slight sting in her hip and realised that she hadn't used the toilet since yesterday evening, luckily the farm wasn't far away. "bye!" "bye!", Nami was once again on the road.

     

    It was at the crossroad she heard a gravely voice behind her "Nami? Hold up". She looked around to see Gotz the carpenter walking towards her. "Gotz? What are you doing here?" "going the same way as you!" he said as the both headed for the farm. "why?" "Mark called, he wanted me to renovate his toilet, and since I was this close...don't worry, it won't take that long! Probably about an hour or two, so that's..." he looked on his watch "...around 10:15" he added as they got to the farm.

     

    "Nami? Have you seen my backpack?" "Ummm, maybe in the bedroom?" she said, holding the backpack behind her back as Mark walked past her. "It's right here, next the door you dummy!" "Ah, it is, I must've overlooked it. I saw Gotz arrived? Good! I'll be out back like I said, but I'll go check the cave behind the waterfall around 10, so could you see him out for me?" "sure, I'll go feed the chickens" Nami said, once again leaving the house.

     

    She walked into the pen and instantly felt at ease, she adored chickens. She walked over to a large bag in the corner and spread the seeds through the trough. 3 of the chickens ran over to the food and instantly started pecking the seeds, but one stood still and layed his head against Nami's leg. Nami looked down, "Hi Bort" she said, putting the bag away and laying down on a pile of hay, stroking the chicken. After about a minute the door slowely opend and Mark's head appeared, "you shouldn't have" he said, grinning, "it's bad for my diet" "oh shut it, wait 'till spring, last year you straight up forgot that to give me cookies untill I told you" Mark laughed and closed the door. Nami kept stroking the chicken and soon fell vast asleep.

     

    "Nami?" it was Gotz "Nami? Mark told me I could find you here." "Come in!" she said, pushing herself up on her elbows. "the toilet's done and ready for use" Gotz said "I'll see myself out" ge added, taking notice of Nami's posture, and he closed the door. Nami rubbed her eyes for the second time that day and realized something, it was past 10:15, and she hadn't used the bathroom in more then 14 hours. She tried to get up as fast as possible and almost wet herself on the spot. "I should've gone when I was at the Inn" she mumbled to herself. Her brain worked overtime as she tried to find a solution. She got up, this time more carefully, crossed her legs and grabbed het crotch to keep it in.

     

    Can I make it to the farm? Probably not. The farmland? That was way too cold! The forest nearby? But there were wild dogs there! Suddenly she got it, Mark had a teleport stone! If she could get that she could teleport to safety! She was at bursting point, but now had a way out. She removed one hande from her crotch and felt her pockets...nothing...vest? Nothing. Backpockets? Nothing. She started panicking, but then it hit her. Mark had put the stone in his backpack, and he was long gone, from dissappointment her blader almost gave out. "I won't be beaten that easily!" she said to herself, as she put her second hand back on her crotch and waddled closer to the door. She decided she'd make a break for the farm and hopefully make it. She was about 7 meters away, she went at a snails pace, 6 meters, she groaned in agony, 5 meters, the pressure was almost unbearable, 4 meters, she had to go and go fast, 3 meters, the dam almost broke, but she held it in, 2 meters, she was shivering even though the pen was quite warm, 1 meter, so close. She lifted one, shaking hand toward the doorknob...

     

    She had made a mistake, the sudden removal of pressure caused the break, she removed her second hand quickly to avoid it getting wet as her pants were soaked in almost 14 1/2 hours worth of urine, trickling down her leg and into her shoes as she stood alone in the chicken pen, her face a bright red colour. When it was done she couldn't help but look down and saw that both the front and back of her pants had turned a dark blue. Now able to move freely, she opened the door and walked to the farm, where she threw her soaked pants and panties in the washing machine and put on a new pair.

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    Last year. Me and my two best friends went on a weekend away together. The morning we were to leave, I prepped the car and used the bathroom one last time before our 4,5 hour drive.
    I picked up my friends and we hit the road. After about two hours of driving, one of my friends said she needed to pee. I asked her how bad it was. Pretty bad, she told me, because she would have kept her mouth shut if that wasn't the case. I promised her I would stop as soon as I could. The first opportunity to leave the highway, I 'accedently' missed. I got stuck between two trucks, and I couldn't make it to the exit on time. I apologized to her, as she started wiggling to hold her bladder. I loved seeing her wiggle and push her legs together from the corner of my eyes. The poor girl had to wait another 20 minutes before we hit a gas station. Because the weather had been very warm, we all had our own bottle of water (1,5 each). And I had finished mine for about 1/3. Then my other friend, from the back started to complain about her needing to go as well. So I stopped at the next gas station, I filled up the car, and refilled my bottle. They made way to the toilet, and I didnt. Then we hit the road again. After another 2h drive, I started feeling my bladder to fill up seriously, due to the little over 2L water j had been drinking in the car. We reached our hotel and we dropped off our stuff. One of my friends again used the bathroom in our hotel room. Our hotel was located in a cute little town with some restaurants nearby, so we dicided to walk through town and search for an restaurant for dinner. It had been a little over 5,5h since I last used the bathroom, and my need of a toilet started to grow. we walked for about half an hour, and then we decided to sit at a cute little bistro. Simply because that was pretty much the only thing open at that time in that small town. We had dinner, my friends had some wine (some; a bit to much). I always like to stay sober in case something happens and we need to get somewhere. So I got myself a nice big glass of ice tea. They kept on drinking wine and water and both my friends went to use the bathroom again half way through dinner. I again didnt. We sat there and talked about everything and nothing. I felt my need grow as we sad there and I decided to see how long I could hold without them noticing. And what could take a while, since they noticed a little less than normally, due to the alcohol they had been consuming. Yet one of my friends said: "did you use the bathroom since we gotten here?"
    "No" I said, "my last bathroom break was when I left home"
    "But you drank over 2,5L since! Don't you need to go?"
    "A little, I'll go when we get back to the hotel." I lied, in fact, I needed to go bad at that point, but sitting still with crossed legs made it easier to hold.
    We decided to go back to the hotel. One of my friends said she needed a bathroom again, just to he sure. I told her she should train her bladder a bit and that it was only 30 minute walk. So she should go at our hotel.
    She agreed and we started walking. As my two friends were just a little drunk by then, they walked into a wrong alley. I knew that, I wanted to tell them but decided I wouldn't. In my head I knew exactly where our hotel was, so I decided to see if they still knew as wel. After 15 minutes one of my friends said she didn't know where we were. My other friend and I agreed. Still,I knew what way to go, but I loved the feeling of having that control, knowing that both of them had to pee again any minute again. I dcoded to keep my mouth shut. They both left their mobile phones at the hotel, and i switched mine off: 'dead battery'. In a matter of seconds my friend says: "I wish I had used the bathroom at the restaurant."
    "Me to", my other friend said.
    "What'd you think about me?!" I said calm. It had been a little over 7 hours and holding started to become harder. We wandered around town for another 15 minutes before they started to walk silly in need. I wiggled a bit when we were standing still, my belly starting to showWe walked a little further and we got back to the restaurant we ate at. My friend was so relieved, she ran towards the restaurant to empty her bladder, only to find out it had closed in the meantime. I laughed on the inside, hearing her curse and seeing her dance. I decided they had suffered enough. Only because I knew that that other half an hour walk to the hotel, was gonna take all my willpower as well. So we walked back to the hotel, us not being able to walk fast, added another 10minutes to the trip. Sometimes my friends needed to stop in order not to lose it. We reached the hotel, needing our pass to get in, since the reception and the lobby were already closed. Meaning we couldn't use the bathrooms there. So we wiggled our way to the elevator. It felt like forever before it came down and opened. We hit the button to the 7th floor and all 3 of us were dancing like crazy inside that elevator. I don't know if there were cameras inside that thing, but if the security guard were to be into omorashi, he would have had the night of his life. Once the elevator opened, my friends races off to our room. I could see a dark red spot in one of my friends bright red pants, meaning she already lost some. I'm our hotel room was obviously only one toilet so we had to wait for each other. My first friend went, it took forever. She left the door wide open, and hearing her pee stream and her sighs coming out of that bathroom didn't help us. My other friend jammed her fist between her legs in order to hold it. She couldn't open her pants herself, so I helped her opening up that button. Then i undid myself fron my shoes and pants, so i onmy had to take of my undies when it was my turn. When my first friend finally came out of the bathroom, the other ran in. I was still there in agony. I felt sharp stings going trough my abdomen. It had been about 9h and 2,5L away since I had last used the bathroom. I was thinking of an excuse to hold it any longer when my second friend was done using the bathroom. I was standing in the door opening, a little bend over, saying that I could absolutely not move without losing it. I wasn't even lying, I was gonna lose it. In fact, I lost some already, I had almost lost it in the elevator when I started to drip uncontrollably. I felt a stream coming up and at that note I moved into the bathroom and I knew I wasn't making it to the toilet, having to sit down. So I just closed the door behind me, and stepped into the shower cell. Then I bursted bad.

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    Chapter Two: Night 1

    Sophia stepped back in to the apartment and Shannon followed. It was a nice place. It was painted white, with pictures hanging on the walls.

    Welcome, Sophia said

    You have nice place Shannon said.

    Thank you, do you want anything to drink or eat?

    Sure, do you have any water?

    I do, I’ll go get you a bottle.

    Sophia came back, one big bottle for Shannon, and one for herself. They sat down, and both immediately downed their water.

    It’s late Sophia said, we should get some sleep and talk in the morning.

    I agree, where do I sleep for tonight? Shannon asked.

    You can sleep with me for the first night Sophia said.

    Okay Shannon replied.

    They both soon found themselves in Sophia’s bed, and everything was perfect, except one thing, neither of them had peed, and had drank a lot.

    The next morning Shannon awoke in a big puddle in Sophia’s bed. Oh no, she thought, I wet the bed! Shannon felt her jeans, they were soaking wet, she felt around her in the bed, soaking wet as well. She felt next to Shannon, and then noticed something, something very strange. Shannon was wearing a diaper. A diaper. Shannon felt the butt of Sophia’s diaper, it was wet, no, more soaked than Shannon’s pants. Shannon tapped Sophia on the shoulder, who woke up in an instant.

    Sophia, I wet the bed Shannon shamefully admitted.

    I had a feeling you would Sophia replied.

    And you are wearing a diaper, and it’s soaked! Shannon exclaimed.

    I know that too, I always wear a diaper, I am a bed wetter.

    You are?

    Yep, since I was a kid, now, let’s get up and get you changed Sophia said.

    Sophia got out of bed and rubbed her crotch through her diaper.

    Come with me Sophia said to Shannon.

    Shannon followed behind her. Sophia went to a closet and pulled out a package of diapers.

    It looks like we have around the same waist, I’ll get you the same one I do Sophia said, now follow me.

    Sophia laid Shannon down on the couch.

    Sophia, what are you doing? Shannon asked nervously.

    I’m changing you she replied, pulling down Shannon’s jeans and underwear.

    Stop! Shannon exclaimed, kicking at Sophia, but it was no use, Sophia was very strong and Shannon could not move.

    Sophia took out a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some on Shannon’s damp pussy, she put a diaper on Shannon and put on the straps. The diaper was covered with colorful art, and it looked like a toddler’s diaper, except big enough to fit Shannon or Sophia.

    What the hell did you do! Shannon yelled.

    Alright, admit you like them Sophia replied.

    Shannon stopped, I don’t like them! She exclaimed.

    Are you sure? Sophia asked, with a persuading tone in her voice.

    It was sort of a lie, Shannon actually did like the diapers, how soft they were, the design, oh, and the way they crinkled. Shannon had to admit, she liked it, and it, was hot.

    I actually do kind of like them, Shannon said, trying to decide whether or not she liked them.

    It was strange, they were diapers, weren't they? Babies wore diapers, and incontinent people. She felt like a kid wearing them. The bulkiness, the way they cradled her, all brought her back to when she was a child, her period of incontenince. It was almost a feeling of nostalgia, not almost, it was! By God it was!

    It was just like her childhood . She remembered it well, until she was 13, she wore diapers. She was like Sophia, she was a bed wetter, but she was not nearly as old as Sophia, being 25, when she wet the bed. There it all was, the nights of waking up and losing it right before she could pull the God damned diapers down, right in front of the toilst. The nights that seemed endless of her mother saying, "Don't worry Shannon, we get past this together the next night", and the next night, and the next night, and the next night. All the awkward times of her mother going in to the other room with her friends parents at sleepovers, the other parent being told Shannon was a bed wetter and she wore diapers and it was not to worry, but sometimes she still got kicked out, her friends wondering what her parents were talking about, and then the friend going to her mother and coming back knowing the news, sometimes discusted. Yes, that was it, yes.

    Now, you wearing a diaper, so why don't we see how much you can fill that diaper up said Sophia.

    Sophia, I don't think I want to wet it, I don't want to go back to those days.

    What she had said immediately caught her eye, and Shannon saw her eyebrows raise in suspicion.

    Now, tell me, what exactly are "those days"? Sophia raised her fingers as air quotes.

    Well, I guess I'll tell you, it'd not exactly like I can really keep this from you Shannon began. As a kid, up until I was 13, I was a full on bed wetter and wore diapers and a mattress protector to sleep, every night. I was taken to therapy, the school guidance counselor, everything, most of my friends thought I was crazy. And one day, it finally stopped, one day, I just didn't wet the bet, my mother was astounded, she even gave me some water to drink, about a glass and a half to see if see shouldn't have gotten her hopes up, and surely enough, the urge hit me in my sleep, and I got up.

    Well then, I guess we'll be filling up that diaper then Sophia said, walking to the kitchen, Shannon followed.

    Sophia took out a glass of water and filled it. Sophia, I don't want to, Shannon whined.

    Drink Sophia said, putting her on her knees

    . Soph- Sophia put the glass to her lips and forced her to down the full glass of water.

    Sophia had just dominated her, and she liked it.

    Good, now, I'm going to refill the glass and you'll drink until I say you've had enough Sophia muttered, now, go in to the guest room, the room next to mine, and lay down, I assume you'll know what to lay in.

    Okay Shannon began, Okay master. Shannon had just said master, without being told, she really did like what was going on, didn't she.

    Shannon walked in to guest room and was astounded by what she saw. The room was decorated as a baby's nursey, Disney characters on the wall, a big crib made to fit an adult lay at the wall. Shannon walked over to it and climbed in. The interior was soft and was crampt. Shannon lied down, she felt nice in the crib. She stood up again, noticing a binkie on a table next to the crib, she assumed it was for her and she took it, placing it in her mouth, and laying back down. Sophia came in a minute later, I see you have already grown accustomed to your new style of living. Sophia took the binkie out of Shannon's mouth and gave her the water, this time in a bottle with a nipple on it. Shannon sucked the water down and felt the first one hit her bladder, and Shannon knew the second would soon be on it's way.

    A few moments later Sophia came back with a third and then a fourth. Shannon felt full and all the water had made its way to her bladder a few minutes later. Shannon started to cross her legs, and then she transferred her hands from her binkie to her bladder. With not much room to move around, she found it increasingly harder to hold it, but with her hands, she was still managing. Sophia came in and put a bag type thing around her hands, allowing her to move them, but with the fact she could not grab anything with her hands, it was useless. Shannon soon felt the urge to poop, and a strong one come on, Sophia had probably laced her water with Laxative powder Shannon thought.

    Shannon's bladder was completely full. She crossed and uncrowded her legs, trying to hold it back with all force, including her poop which was now trying to escape by all means nesecarry. Shannon's bladder felt like it was going to explode. Shannon rolled around and started to spurt in to her diaper. Those spurts became longer and longer until she lost all control, including her poop. Four glasses worth of water and a day or two worth of poop came jetting out, liquidy. She soaked her diaper and felt wet, liquidy, poop covering her butt. Sophia soon returned. D

    Did someone have an accident, ooh, and what's this, it looks like someone messed her diaper too.

    Sophia came to Shannon and pulled back her diaper, immediately seeing a naughty someone had a huge brown and yellow mess in their diaper.

    You can't stay like that forever, and neither can I, let's get you a bath, you're too big for the sink, so I guess we'll wash together.

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    Bling

    The elevator doors open slowly.

    “I’ll see you later, Melanie.” I say to my friend.

    “Yeah, bye Jess.” She waves.

    I enter the elevator before the doors close on me. Surprisingly, there’s only one person in the elevator. A guy of maybe sixteen is leaning on the wall. His uniform is black and red and his headphones match his black and red hair. He has at least three earrings in each ear.

    His uniform looks way better than my black and white uniform. He looks at me for a second before going back to his phone. I don’t have to press anything since we’re going the same way. The elevator descends. I check my phone for the time. It’s almost nine o’clock. My mom is going to kill me.

    I look at the guy. What is he doing out at this time? He puts his phone in his pocket and cross his arms. I just noticed but he looks tense. His jaw his set and he isn’t moving a single muscle. I look up. Two more floors to go.

    Suddenly, the elevator makes a shrieking sound and stops. Crap, what’s happening? We look at each other before he presses the emergency button. Nothing is heard. Not even a beeping noise. He presses it again. Still nothing is heard. He looks over to me.

    “It’s not working.”

    His tone of voice made him sound like he’s bored but I also heard frustration in his voice.

    “Seriously?”

    I go over to where he is and hit rather than press the button. Still nothing. He leans against the wall once again and sighs. I lean on the wall opposite of the one he’s leaning on. What should we do? We can’t use our cellphones in here. Should we wait until someone notices that the elevator isn’t working or should we open the doors by force?

    Well, I doubt we can open the doors. And I’m also scared to break my fingers trying to do that. If that happens I’ll probably bleed to death or something so waiting is the only option. I look over to him again. He looks up. Oh, there’s a window. In my fifteen years of using this elevator after school, I never noticed there was a window there.

    I smile and slap myself in the forehead. I feel so stupid. I see black moving. He looks at me with questioning eyes.

    “Sorry…”

    He smiles. Well, at least I didn’t start thinking aloud or I didn’t talk to myself. I sigh and put my bag on the floor before walking over to the doors. I bang on the doors loudly.

    “Anyone there? Help!” I yell but I don’t hear anything from the other side of the doors.

    Well, the doors are metal. What did you expect? I sigh again and lean on the wall next to the one he’s leaning on. Well at least I can tell my mom that I was stuck in an elevator. I look at my phone again. Thirty minutes already passed? Wow, I’m really late. I detect movement from the corner of my eye. He shifts his position.

    Should I play a game on my phone to pass the time or should I do my homework? I’ll play on my phone. I can’t do my homework when I’m stuck in an elevator. I decide to play a game called Magibon. You have to make words from a grid to get energy to attack the enemies trying to destroy your castle. I’m awesome at that game.

    I put my black hair behind my ear because I can’t see my phone with my hair all over it. I play for a while until I see movement again. His hands are in his pockets and his eyes are closed. He looks bad.

    “Are you okay?” I ask him, my voice surprisingly loud.

    He opens his eyes and he looks at me. He nods slowly.

    “I’m fine.”

    But he doesn’t look fine. He closes his eyes again and shifts position again. I go back to my playing. I check the time. Another thirty minutes passed. How long are we going to stay here? I push the emergency button again in hope this time it will work. It doesn’t. Damn it, I’m hungry as hell. Just as I think this my stomach growls.

    Damn it, stomach! Why are you so loud? I glance at him from the corner of my eye without moving my head. It looks like he heard it too. He opens his bag and pulls out a red plastic bag. It’s a bag of chips. He holds it in from of me. I wave my hand in front of me.

    “It’s fine.”

    He grabs my hand and puts the bag of chips in it.

    “I’m not going to eat nor is anybody in my house so it would be going to waste anyways.”

    I hold it with both hands.

    “Thank you.” I thank him.

    He takes out his phone. I lean on the wall once again. I open the bag of chips and take one to my mouth. Its onion and sour cream flavor, my favorite. Lucky! He shifts positions again. Why is he moving so much? Is he nervous? Maybe he just doesn’t like to stay in one position for a long time. I take a mouthful of water from my water bottle since the chips were salty.

    I hear him exhale sharply. I look over to him. His head is lowered but I can still see him gritting his teeth. What? I take another gulp and he moves again. He doesn’t like the sound of water or something? I put the water bottle away in my bag. His legs start trembling. He’s definitely not fine. Suddenly, he starts tapping his foot.

    Yeah, I think is just nervous. I go back to playing. I’m almost done with this level. I only have three more words left. I finish eight seconds before the time limit. Now to the next level. I hear the tapping stop to change to footsteps. I look up to see him pacing the small elevator.

    The suddenly, it hits me. He has to go to the bathroom! He kept shifting his position and his legs were trembling. He also didn’t like the sound of my water. I nod to myself. Yes, he definitely has to go. I open my mouth.

    “Do you…” His head jerks to me as I start talking. “Have to go to the bathroom?”

    His eyes widen before he bites his lips.

    “Yeah.” He answers quietly.

    I had no need to ask him since I can’t do anything about it. I’m not hungry anymore but he still has to go. We still have to wait though. I check my phone once again. Twenty minutes passed. It’s already 10:19. Well, at least time is passing fast. I look up at him. He’s still pacing the elevator.

    How long will he be able to hold it? It doesn’t look like it’s for long. He leans on the wall once again with a pained expression. How can I help him? I shouldn’t talk about it. It’s not going to help. I know! I’ll tell him a story similar to his situation. At least I’m not going to be random.

    “You know…” He looks up at me. “This happened to me once. I was at school and I got locked in the gym’s storage room with my friend. I didn’t have to pee though. I had to do something else.”

    I see him smile.

    “That’s worse.”

    I nod.

    “Yeah and I stayed in there for almost three hours without doing it on myself. All my friend did was entertaining me and distract me from my problem.” I look at him.

    “I’m sure you can hold it if you don’t think about it. You can play a game or something.”

    He looks at his phone.

    “I guess I can.” He agrees.

    I walk to stand next to him.

    “Let’s play together.”

    ---

    We ended up playing a music game. You have to play an instrument and play the right notes to the song. I chose guitar for most of the songs while he chose the drums. After a while, he falters. He let’s go of the phone and his hands fall down. He looks up to me with difficulty.

    “It worked for but I really can’t take it anymore.” He says with pain in his voice.

    I hold the phone in my hands.

    “Sorry I couldn’t help you any longer.” I say with an apologetic voice.

    He smiles.

    “You helped me a lot. Now it all depends on me.”

    I check the time on his phone. It’s 11:37. What is the staff doing? I’m starting to get hungry again and he’s almost at his limit too.

    “Do your best.” I encourage him.

    He smiles and nods. Oh God, it must hurt a lot. He moves his hands to his pants and he takes a sharp breath. One of his eyes is closed while the other one is looking down. God, please make the staff come, please!

    “Guh…”

    He sighs. Oh no… His black pants become darker as the liquid goes down. I stare at him, horrified. The only sounds I can hear are his breathing and the liquid hitting the floor. After a while, a pool of yellow liquid forms under him. He takes his hands away from his pants. They’re all wet. I reach in my bag for paper. I find some and hand them to him. He takes it slowly. His face is all red.

    “What should we do now?” I ask him.

    He doesn’t look at me in the eyes.

    “I don’t know.” He replies quietly.

    I search for more paper but I find things more useful. I smile.

    “I found some things that might help.”

    I hold out a bottle of apple juice and a bottle of perfume. His eyes widen and a smile forms on his lips. He moves away from the puddle as I pour juice on it. I walk over to him.

    “I have to put some on your shirt to make it real, right?”

    He nods and I pour some on his shirt. Wow, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Oh well, I have no regrets. Why would I have any anyways? I drink the rest since it would make no sense if the bottle still has juice in it after that much liquid is on the floor. I spray some perfume in the room to hide the smell. He looks at me gratefully.

    “Thank you.”

    His voice is filled with so much gratefulness that I also blush.

    “It’s fine. Oh.” I say.

    He looks ridiculous with his clothes drenched like that. I take off my coat and put it on his back. He looks at me with surprise.

    “You can’t walk around like that.” I tell him.

    “Oh…”

    He puts it on. He bows to me.

    “Thank you. I’ll definitely make it up to you.” He says.

    I wave my hand in front of me.

    “I told you, it’s fine.”

    Suddenly, the doors open. People with blue clothes come running to us.

    “Are you guys okay?”

    We both nod. We walk out.

    “Sorry for the technical issues. This will not happen again.” One of the men tells us.

    We walk to the stairs since we’re still on the second floor. We reach downstairs in no time. We walk to the front door.

    “Oh, excuse me?”

    I turn to look at him.

    “Are you coming here tomorrow?” He asks.

    I nod.

    “I come here every day after school.”

    He looks at me with surprise.

    “Every day? How come I didn’t see you even once?”

    I smile.

    “I don’t usually exit here this late. I usually leave at five so that’s why.”

    He grips my coat.

    “Then I’ll come earlier to give you this. I’ll wash it too.”

    My smile widens and I nod.

    “I’m Jessica James, nice to meet you.”

    He smiles.

    “I’m James Marsh. Nice to meet you.”

    We both laugh.

    “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” I tell him.

    He nods with a smile on his face. We look at each other one last time before waving and walking in opposite directions. I stop at a red light.

    I’m kind of happy this happened. Sure, I was a little scared but I think I just made a new friend.

    Great way to make friends, huh?

  2. The twenty-seven year old special jounin sighed as he swept his hand over his seat to remove any thumbtacks, which had become his morning ritual after having punctured his butt cheeks last month on the present his latest student had begun leaving him. He was nothing short of honored that the third hokage himself had chosen him to become his grandsons private tutor. Konohamaru Sarutobi was a sweet kid; he really was, but now that he began getting messed up with towns menace, Naruto, he had gone from sweet and hardworking to a pain in his ass. Literally.

    Ebisu scanned the room, quickly checking for any traps his charge might have left him the night before. He checked under his desk, around the blackboard, in the trashcans, and finally finished by giving his cup of coffee a tentative sniff to check for any...additional ingredients that may have been added. Once the hokage’s grandson finally dragged his feet in they began their daily lessons. It was his job to make sure this eight year old was far ahead of his classmates by the time graduation came around if he was to truly become the hokage he claimed he wanted to become.

    “Not bad, honorable grandson, but try it again. Make ten more clones and we will move onto something else.” Ebisu said as he crossed his arms and watched the black haired boy strain to produce clone after clone. Maybe he was over-thinking things, Ebisu thought as he smiled at the boys effort. He just couldn’t help shake the feeling something was going to happen though. This morning had gone so smoothly, almost….too smoothly. “Alright, last one! Make it a good one!” Ebisu said as he raised his coffee mug to his lips as he heard something he did NOT want to hear.

    “SEXY NO-JUTSU!” the young boy yelled as his hands began forming seals as he was suddenly surrounded by a puff of white smoke. Ebisu spit out the mouth full of coffee he had nearly choked on as the vain in his forehead throbbed. He could forgive the thumbtacks that practically needed to be surgically removed from his ass. He could even forgive the laxative that was put in his coffee so that the boy could escape and meet up with Naruto while he was stuck messing his brains out...but this! He thought as he observed the worst Sexy No-Jutsu he had ever seen. Konohamaru stood before him striking a seductive pose in the form of a heavily obese black haired naked woman with a face smashed in resembling a pug. This was the final straw.

    “Aww, it didn’t work.” Konohamaru said sadly hoping to get a reaction out of him in the form of a gushing nosebleed as Naruto had on several occasions.

    “If you ever want to become hokage you need to stop spending time with that delinquent!” Ebisu spat as he pushed his black sunglasses up his nose.

    “He’s not a delinquent; he’s my friend!” the young boy argued crossing his arms. Ebisu sighed in frustration before running him through a few more drills. Finally it was lunch time and he dismissed the boy for an hour as he watched him happily make a beeline outside. After finishing off his sandwich and making sure his charge was nowhere to be seen; Ebisu pulled out the erotic novel Kakashi had lent him. Once finishing the chapter and seeing the time, he bookmarked his page and put it away. He waited and waited and once Konohamaru was over ten minutes late; he sighed and left the building to find and scold him for losing track of time.

    “You were supposed to have been back ten minutes ago!” He scolded once he saw his charge standing there alone on the empty road. At least he wasn’t with the village pest, he thought.

    “I’m sorry, Ebisu-sensei,I was practicing clone making and lost track of time, but watch!” the boy said excitedly, “I can finally make four at once!”

    “Really?” Ebisu said surprised. “See, I told you if you just practice enough; you’d get the hang of it in to time!”

    “O.A.B JUTSU!” they heard and Ebisu turned in time to be met with a fist to the gut. A strange feeling passed through his body as the boys fist harmlessly bounced off. He glared at the fists owner as the boy with yellow hair and an orange jumpsuit smiled guiltily up at him.

    “I’m a special level joinen; did you really think that was going to hurt me? As for you, Mr. ‘I can make four shadow clones’, 25 laps around the city! Now!” Konohamaru grumbled as he took off running.

    “Aww, I was just trying out a new jutsu I made up. It didn’t work though.” Naruto said sounding a bit disappointed. Ebisu sighed, he didn’t even want to know what was supposed to have happened, at least he was working on an attack jutsu instead of something stupid like his sexy shadow clones.

    The rest of the day went along without any issues and soon Ebisu was on his way home. After a night alone of reading and house chores; he decided to turn in for the night. The next morning though was when he realized something was wrong. At first when Ebisu awoke in bed that morning the only thing he knew was that he needed to pee and badly. After quickly jumping out of bed and BARELY making it in time, he sat on the toilet (he was just that kind of guy) and relieved his what should have been full bladder. Ebisu was a man of routine and the first thing amiss that he noticed was the amount he had to pee. For the level of desperation he felt; not all that much came out. The second thing he noticed was the amount of moisture on his bare legs. When he had finished, he made his way back to his bedroom and froze at the sight before him. There on his futon was a large wet spot staring back at him. No! He thought as it took him a full minute to put the pieces together. Had he really? No! There had to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this! Like a ceiling leak or a spilled bottle of water. Ebisu sighed as he covered his face in shame. Had he really wet the bed like a small child? What could have caused something like this? Was he getting sick? Should he go to the Dr.?

    He returned to his bathroom and hopped in the shower as he let the hot water clear his mind. Nobody can know about this, he thought as he washed his body and paid extra attention to his legs. Once dressed for the day, he grabbed his wet futon and hung it outside to dry thankful for living in a more secluded part of town. Once more he found himself needing to go as he sat in his seat waiting for his pupil to arrive. After a quick pit stop, he managed to sneak back in only to find the boy already waiting for him.

    Two hours into the lessons Ebisu found himself unconsciously squeezing his knees together and shifting from foot to foot as he droned on about chakra control and the importance of the history of the village. Just one more hour and I can dismiss him on break, he thought as he sat on the edge of his seat as he watched Konohamaru practice different seal signs. He wanted to excuse himself so bad and seek relief, but he knew he couldn’t. How many times had he denied Konohamaru the same thing by stating he should have gone before class? What kind of example would he be setting by breaking his own rules? He sighed as he continued bouncing his legs up and down as he watched the clock slowly tick by. He was about to give up and just excuse himself, but suddenly someone burst into the room announcing they needed to evacuate because of a fire. Thick black smoke could be seen in the hallway as the ninja left to announce the predicament to the people in the next room.

    Ebisu quickly stood forgetting about his bladder as he rushed the boy and himself out of the building while both of them hid their faces in their arms as they tried their best not to inhale smoke. Once Konohamaru was safe outside, Ebisu joined the others in helping to evacuate the building. Once everyone was finally out and safe with the water specialty ninjas on their way, he searched for his student.

    “Hey, Ebisu-san, if you’re looking for Konohamaru he left with the village troublemaker about ten minutes ago.” He ground his teeth as he headed out in the direction he was shown in order to teach Naruto a lesson once and for all. If it was him who set that fire; he was in for a world of pain! Not even the third would take pity on him this time. That boy would be going right where he belonged. Prison. Where he would never bother him or anyone else ever again. He suddenly stopped and bent forward as the urge to pee returned twice as strong. He crossed his legs in an attempt to hold on just a little more glad he was headed into the forest away from passerby’s. Finally when he could hold it no more he made his way into some bushes to relieve himself while holding his crotch for fear of leaking into his uniform. He stopped when he heard the boys talking as they approached from the other side of the bushes.

    “Hey, the closet perverts been watching us practice!” Naruto said with a big smile at “catching him in the act.” “Look he’s even touching himself!” He pointed at Ebisu who was indeed holding himself, but for other reasons.

    “Look, Ebisu-sensei! I finally got it! SEXY NO-JUTSU!” Konohamaru yelled as he transformed into not only one, but two beautiful naked women. “What do you think, sensei?” The women said seductively as they each took hold of one of his arms and leaned their large busts into him.

    “Oh my god, he’s wetting himself!” Naruto cheered falling onto the ground laughing. “That’s even better than a nosebleed! I’ve never seen anyone have that kind of reaction to my sexy no jutsu before! Good work, Konohamaru!”

    “No! No! No!” Ebisu yelled as he looked down at the quickly darkening material that hung on his legs as the warmth in his crotch area quickly spread down the inside of his legs and into his sandals as he fought to free his arms from the female versions of his pupil.

    “Oh, master. You seemed to have sprung a leak.” the girls giggled before letting go and returning into his regular form.

    “You-You will pay for this!” the red faced Ebisu yelled pointing at Naruto. “How dare you teach my student, the honorable grandson, such dirty things!”

    “At least I wasn’t the one caught touching myself while watching dirty things taking place, closet pervert!” Naruto said through his laughter.

    Later that day, Ebisu sat at the clinic waiting for the Dr. to come in as he made small chat with the nurse who took his blood pressure. After two accidents in one day, he hung up his pride and made his way to the clinic fearing some kind of infection that needed anti-biotics. After telling the nurse SOME of his symptoms she made a few notes on his chart while he thought about the previous day. He remembered getting punched in the gut, if he could call that a punch, but also the weird name of that jutsu.

    “Do the letters O.A.B mean anything to you?” he asked the Dr. when she came in.

    “Yeah, it’s what you have.” she said writing on the prescription pad.

    “What is it?” he asked apprehensively while he pushed his sunglasses up his nose.

    “Overactive Bladder.” she said as she handed him a prescription.

    “NARUTO!!!!!”

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    (Just a quick note. This is not a sequel to my original fic featuring Eruka, nor is it a repost of the same work. It is a rewriting of the same story with added parts, grammar corrections, better flow in my opinion, and just general improvements. I have not yet decided whether I want to just continue on making new fics, or do revisions for all of my own ones. If this violates some kind of rule, my apologies in advance. As a final note, It has come to my attention that Eruka is older than I once thought, however, I still do not know if she is old enough to be considered an "adult." As such, I will take the safe route and refer to her as "girl" rather than "woman." Let it be known that the Wiki does in fact refer to her as "woman.")

    Eruka's eyes shot wide open as she sat up in bed, shaking and sweating profusely, her breath hitching in her throat. It was another night of fitful sleep for the poor girl, as she was plagued by the same recurring nightmare yet again. Though, she was not surprised that she couldn't escape a dream where she was being bound and eaten slowly by giant snakes, because she couldn't escape a similar fate in real life either. The past few months had been filled with anxiety and fear for the young witch, all because her and her dear friend literally could not keep their mouths shut.

    It all began when she and her aforementioned friend decided to confront a witch that they believed was jeopardizing the entire Witch Order. Said witch retaliated by shoving her bony finger into their mouths and far enough down their throats that it almost made Eruka gag, even just thinking about it. Only later did they come to realize that they had been infested with magical snakes from that moment, and the realization came at a grave cost, the life of Eruka's closest friend. Eruka had no desire to die, but with hundreds of snakes writhing around inside her, she had no choice but to commit to a life of servitude to the middle Gorgon Sister, Medusa. Of course, for a time, the Frog Witch had wondered if the commitment had been worth it. She had to live every day under Medusa's beck and call, and should she dare step out of line, she faced immediate execution. Even when Medusa had supposedly been killed, she learned quickly that she could not go back to her old life. The witches had deemed her a traitor for helping to liberate Free, an immortal imprisoned by the Witch Order for stealing the eye of the Grand Witch. She couldn't live a normal life, as many witches wanted her dead, since the return of the Kishin that she assisted with put Shibusen on high alert, which meant that many witches couldn't even afford to go outside anymore. She ruled out giving herself up to Shibusen in hopes of a life in prison, since their students literally eat the souls of her people.

    So in a way, Eruka was almost a little glad when Eruka came to recruit her once again. It meant she could live the life she was meant to have, wild and chaotic. Still, there was always the sinking feeling that anytime she wanted, Medusa could end her with a flick of the wrist.

    Once the young witch had calmed herself down sufficiently, she began looking around in her half awake state, and almost had another mini-panic attack. It took her a moment to remember why she couldn't see anything. Muttering a quick incantation under her breath, a purple flame sprung to life on a sconce that hung on the wall, bathing the small cobblestone room in violet light. It wasn't much of a living space, only furnished with an uncomfortable medieval bed that she had to use magic to refurbish, and a few more modern pieces of furniture that she and free had made, such as a dresser, a desk, a bookcase, a chair, and a nightstand. The girl swung her legs over the edge of the bed, placing bare feet on the cold stone floor. Letting the blanket fall as she got to her feet, she stretched out a bit as she mumbled yet another spell, getting her dresser to open up, and making her clothes float over and begin dressing her on their own. Stepping into her underwear, they slid up her legs on their own as the matching piece fastened itself around her chest. Likewise, she stepped into a pair of pantyhose that stretched up her legs as her dress fell down over her. Rolling her head around to try and pop a crick in her neck, she sat down and let her boots place themselves on her feet, and finally, her hat sit itself upon her head.

    Standing once again, the young witch made her way out into the long stone hallway, lit only by similar sconces and torches, though these were lit with an eerie sort of black flame, casting dim light. Ever since she had been recruited once more, Medusa had been basing her operations in a dreary old castle in the middle of a dense, fog-covered woods. It was far from the most comfortable place Eruka had slept, but, at least it had a bed and indoor plumbing. This was very convenient for the young witch, as Eruka was the kind of person that needed the bathroom first thing after she woke up. So far, this hadn't been a problem. Free, the previously mentioned escaped convict, was usually the last one awake. The Mizune sisters woke before her, and all bathed together, so they weren't a problem. Eruka had no idea when Medusa went to the bathroom, as she spent most of her time in the big, spooky room she watched her crystal ball in.

    So it was very odd to find the door to the bathroom locked when Eruka came by. She knocked loudly.

    "Hello!?" she calls.

    "Eruka! What are you doing here!?"

    The voice was gruff and masculine, belonging to Free. Eruka couldn't help but let a blush creep onto her face.

    "What are you doing awake so early ribbit!?"

    "What are you talking about! I always get up around this time."

    Eruka's blush was replaced by a pale white as all color left her face. If Free was right on schedule, that meant she was late, which meant that she was late to meet with Medusa. Their leader had been kind enough to tailor around their sleeping schedules, though she insisted that no later than 10 minutes after they normally awoke, they would be in the main room, meditating and awaiting the meeting. The hallways were filled with the sound of Eruka's boots clicking heavily as she ran down the hall towards the castle's main chamber.

    Once the witch pushed the doors to the main chamber open, she got a knot in her stomach and a sinking feeling around her chest. Medusa was glaring down at the doorway from her seat high above the level that her subordinates usually sat at. Eruka couldn't apologize fast enough.

    "Sorry Medusa! I was..."

    "Sit." Medusa says, cutting off Eruka's speech with a harsh and forceful tone.The frog witch nodded and swallowed, going and taking her place sitting next to the Mizune sisters, criss-crossing her legs and and staring at her lap. Somehow, Medusa still manage to be terrifyingly intimidating in the body of a little girl, and Eruka didn't know whether than made Medusa a truly terrifying witch, or made her a pathetic coward, but either way, she was bound by the threat of death to said small child, so she had to follow commands. The Snake Witch said nothing about Eruka's tardiness to her, which scared the girl even more, as Medusa wasn't the kind of person to berate you verbally. No, Medusa was the kind of person to find some way to torture you later, after you had forgotten all about the incident that upset her in the first place.

    It was about ten minutes before Free showed up, and during this time, Eruka had nothing to do but be with her thoughts. And during this time, she became quite aware of a pressure in her lower extremities. The disruption in her morning routine had forced her to abandon going to the bathroom in the morning, making her need to urinate as she sat, waiting for Medusa to hand out tasks or briefings for the day.

    But Medusa didn't say anything once Free arrived, much to the confusion of all of them. Of course, none of them dared say anything, as each of them had their own reasons not to, whether out of fear or respect to Medusa. This, however, only worsened Eruka's experience. She had been hoping that the meeting would be over with quickly so that she could go and relieve herself before going to carry out her duties. But Medusa said nothing, for twenty, thirty, forty minutes, all the way one until she was pushing an hour of them just sitting there. By then, the Frog Witch had become very uncomfortable, shifting around where she sat, biting her lower lip every so often. Around the thirty minute mark, she had switched the way she was sitting, her knees together and forward, her butt resting on the back of her ankles. This was so she could push her thighs together without attracting too much attention from those around her. But it was getting to the point where Eruka was shifting around so much that Free and the Mizunes were beginning to take notice.

    "What is she waiting for Ribbit!? I've gotta go damn it!" she thinks to herself as she rests her palms on her thighs, grabbing the hem of her dress softly, shifting her hips back and forth slightly once again. Though, as she moved, her face lit up bright red as she felt her bladder begin to tingle, and she had to fight against her body's natural urge to let a few drops of urine leak out. She shut her eyes and scrunched up her face a bit as she tensed up, grabbing the hem of her dress tight.

    "nonono! Hold it! Hold it~!"

    "There's nothing of note that needs to be said today."

    Eruka was surprised to hear Medusa's voice high above them. She turned her gaze up immediately, trying to appear natural as the urge faded away, letting her grip on her dress loosen up.

    "Free and Mizune sisters, you are dismissed"

    Eruka felt a frown spread across her face as Medusa purposely left her out of the dismissal. The large man and all of the tiny Mouse Witch Sisters filed out of the room in silence, and only the loud clang of the door shutting brought absolute silence once more. Once again, Eruka was left alone in silence to her thoughts, a bit nervous now that she knew she had to fight off having an accident actively. She couldn't remember ever having to go so bad that she had to actively keep herself from having an accident. So, just as a precaution, she adjusted herself so that she was sitting on the heel of her boot. It definitely was not the most comfortable position, but she didn't want to risk having some sort of accident in front of Medusa. It was fifteen minutes before the Snake Witch spoke up again, looking down at Eruka with...eyes that were almost kind. That was scary. Eruka didn't like Medusa when she was being nice.

    "Eruka, make a run into town with me."

    The girl had to keep herself from groaning. It was no new job, as there was only so much you could do to make a medieval castle self sustaining. It wasn't uncommon that Eruka and Medusa had to go to the nearby town for things like food, laundry soap, toiletries, and other such things.

    "Now!? This is the worst time!" Eruka screams internally, but of course she wouldn't dare voice these thoughts. Instead, she flashed Medusa a smile and nods.

    "Sure thing Lady Medusa." she says, feigning pleasure at having an easy task for the day, "but do you mind if I take care of something first?" she asks, deciding to see if Lady Medusa was truly in a good mood, and feeling generous, or if this was somehow her punishment for showing up late. She had her answer when Medusa's eyes became narrow and angled, and she felt a sharp poke in her stomach. The poke and shock of the even itself brought back her desire to pee, making her tense up where she stood, all color draining from her face.

    "Uhm...never mind ribbit. I'm ready to leave when you are."

    The smaller witch smiles warmly, her eyes returning to normal as she opened the door with magic, motioning for Eruka to follow behind her. The girl had always wondered how Medusa was able to make her eyes do that, but she chalked it up to magic and left it at that. She followed Medusa through the stone corridors in near-silence, the only ambient noise being the clicking of her own boots on the floor, overpowering the soft padding of Medusa's bare feet on the ground. The two witches continued on in silence until they reached a staircase, that led up to a hidden entrance on the surface. Of course the smaller witch had no problem climbing the stairs, but Eruka, whose bladder had not let up on its desire to be emptied, gave her a sharp twinge every time she lifted her leg.

    As they reached the surface, the two girls had to climb out of a cellar and through several layers of bushes, then hide the entrance to the underground passage once again. Then, they had to walk through the woods until they found a small wooden building, inside of which were a collection of broomsticks, belonging to Eruka, Medusa, and The Mizune sisters. The two retrieved their respective broomsticks, and cast a few charms to hide them from sight, and put their soul protect on. Medusa climbed upon her broomstick, hanging both feet off of one side, and flying high into the air. Eruka, who had always rode her broomstick in a more traditional way, spread her legs to straddle the handle. As she did, she felt a sharp pang of pain in her bladder, and before she could react, she could feel a few tiny drops leak into her underwear. Thinking as quickly as she could, she found a way to put pressure on her crotch, by dropping hard onto her floating broomstick, wincing and making a small noise, tensing up in pain and gripping the handle of the broom in a vice grip. She had to sit there like that for a moment, leaning forward and pressing herself into the broomstick, before she felt the pain and the urge to pee fade away. Deciding she would stay like this for the whole ride, Eruka tugged her hat down over her forehead and hovered up high, taking off after Medusa.

    It took about twenty minutes of flying, but eventually, the two reached a nearby town where they usually bought all their things they needed for daily life. By now it was a routine procedure, the two witches landed in a dark secluded alleyway, and Medusa took the brooms further in to hide them. As soon as she smaller witch was around the corner, Eruka wrapper her legs around each other and bent her knees, making a quiet whimper noise. Her bladder began protesting as soon as she was off her broom, but with Medusa around, there wasn't much she could do but grin and bear it. She didn't want to find out what would happen if she began acting truly desperate in front of who was for all intents and purposes her master. This urge lasted longer than the others, and it didn't help that during her facade in front of Medusa, she had leaked a tiny leak into her underwear, and the warm, wet fabric was teasing her, tantalizing her with sweet relief. But, at last, she managed to get herself under control enough to walk around behind a dumpster, and remove a brick to retrieve a pile of money, which Medusa's snakes had been pickpocketing between now and the last time they came to town.Not long after, Medusa returned, and the two set off.

    The girls walked hand in hand as to draw as little suspicion as possible. After all, Medusa looked no older than seven, so it would be expected that she was under heavy supervision when out shopping in town. This meant Eruka had to appear to be leading, so she was setting the pace at which they walked, which was unbearably slow compared to how fast Medusa wanted to walk. The Frog Witch's strides were hindered by her pressing her thighs tightly together, in an effort to contain the contents of her swelling bladder. Luckily for her, the alley they landed in was near the convenience store they normally shopped at. Entering the store, she grabbed a basket, and began leading Medusa through the aisles. Ever so often, Medusa would tug on her hand, indicating that she needed to grab whatever they were currently standing in front of. Making their way through the aisles twice, once for the left side, and once for the right side, the woman told her to grab a few assorted food items, air freshener, laundry detergent, disposable silverware and paper plates, toilet paper and other toiletries, and a small package of pens. By the end of the trip through the mart, Eruka was absolutely dying to get back home and relieve herself, having to shift her weight around from foot to foot where she stood, and wiggle her hips back and forth, bending at the knees and clenching her hands when Medusa wasn't looking or holding her hand. Finally, it looked like they were ready to leave, when all of a sudden, Medusa yanked down on her arm.

    "Big sis! I have to pee!"

    Just the word made Eruka cringe. Medusa HAD to be messing with her. There was no way that this was coincidence.

    "heh...we...we have to get home to meet mom on time. Can't you hold it."

    Medusa tugged on Eruka's arm even harder, and the girl knew that this was no joke as she felt another sharp poke in her stomach.

    "No! I gotta pee now!"

    The girl sighs in defeat and nods, guiding Medusa over to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the convenience store's bathroom only accommodated one at a time. Medusa stepped inside, and made a show of telling Eruka not to come in, before shutting the door and locking it behind her, leaving the Frog Witch to wiggle around outside the door.

    "At least I can squirm freely out here." She thinks, allowing her legs to freely wrap around one another, dropping her hips low, and letting her but stick out a bit as she wiggles, bringing one leg up, letting it down, and bringing the other leg up in an obvious pee dance. Coupled with the time she had spent sleeping, and the time from last night, it had been nearly 14 hours since the last time Eruka had used the bathroom, and it was catching up with her hard. It only became worse when she heard the steady sound of liquid rushing into the toilet behind the door. Apparently, Medusa had not been lying, that, or she was being very evil and using something to pour water into the toilet. Whatever she was doing, it made Eruka's bladder spasm. She could feel urine rushing down, on its way out, and did the only thing she could think of. Throwing her hands down, she pushed her dress down between her tightly shut thighs, grabbing her crotch through the fabric, groaning and wiggling on the spot.

    "This is torture ribbit! I swear I'll never be late again!" she whimpers in her own head as tears form in the corners of her eyes. Things got even worse when, after a brief silence, Eruka heard the toilet flush. Again, she could feel a leak on its way out, but she could also hear the door opening at the same time. Doing the only thing she could think of, she opened her thighs a bit to let her dress out, and uncrossed her legs, pulling her hands out and folding them together in front of her. This action brought about consequence in the form of a heavy leak spurting out of her, soaking her underwear, which had all but dried out between then and her last leak. The blush on her face was undeniable, but Medusa made no comment on it as she took Eruka's hand again. Rushing as much as she could, she brought the older woman up to the check out counter, and began letting the cashier ring them up.

    "Is this your daughter?"

    The question was a shock to the poor Frog Witch, partially because she had not been expecting to be pulled into conversation with an employee, but also because she was slightly offended. What part of her made her look old enough to have a seven year old kid! What a b*tch!

    "Uhm...no. She's my sister Ribi....." Eruka ended her sentence with a cough to cover up her slip, forgetting about her verbal tick for a moment. It was always a pain whenever they came out that Eruka had to consciously keep herself from saying "ribbit" as she usually did, though now, with her focus divided, it was even more difficult to remember.

    The cashier blushed a bit, looking embarrassed.

    "Oh! I'm sorry!...its just..you don't really look alike." She apologizes (sort of) as she continues bagging up their stuff. Eruka nods and decides to let it go, allowing silence to fall between them again.

    "So...I like your hat."

    This girl was persistent.

    "thanks..." Eruka replied roughly, trying to get the girl to stop.

    "Where did you get it?"

    Eruka had to physically stop herself from snapping at the girl by biting her tongue momentarily, before speaking once more.

    "I made it."

    "Oh really! That's so cool! 87.88 is the total."

    Eruka quickly paid and grabbed the bags before the girl could ask any more questions. She was also rushing because she was sure that she could smell out the faintest hint of urine on herself. It may have just been because she was self conscious about her leak, but she didn't want to take that chance. As soon as they exited the store, she turned to head back into the alley, but she felt a familiar poke in her stomach, wincing and tensing up, shaking as the pain forced another leak out of her, warming her now-chilled crotch, and she could swear she felt a bit of wetness rolling down her pantyhose as well.

    "Sis! I'm hungry."

    The Frog Witch knew it would be no use arguing, so she sighed and turned around. She took Medusa's hand again and let her lead the way, picking the restaurant. The older witch settled on a smaller diner, which Eruka was almost grateful for. She wanted to sit down, figuring it would be easier to hold back her pent-up pee that way, and wondering if she could find a way to use the restaurant's bathroom. Once inside, they were quickly seated by a pretty-looking waitress with sandy blonde hair bound back into a ponytail. She led them to a booth by a window in a non-smoking section of the diner, and as soon as Medusa was situated in her booster seat, Eruka wasted no time asking her question.

    "Excuse me miss, where's the bathroom?" she asks, standing with her legs locked tight together, setting their bags down on the outside of the table. The young woman only shakes her head.

    "Sorry dear, but some hooligans came in earlier and trashed the bathrooms. We have them both closed off until we can get someone in there to repair them."

    Of course, why had she expected anything different? Resigning herself to at least another hour of torture, Eruka slid in across from Medusa, keeping her thighs locked tightly together. Even if Medusa hadn't known she needed to go, she definitely knew now, and Eruka was confident that she would find some way to make the next hour torturous for her. The woman set a menu down in front of Eruka, and children menu with a coloring mat on it in front of Medusa, before she pulled out a notepad.

    "Any drinks to start off?"

    Eruka felt her heart sank. Just the thought of consuming liquid made a sharp pain rush through her lower body. She crossed her legs tight, wincing.

    "Uhm...c-could we have a minute?" She asks, wanting to compose herself before dealing with the question again. Medusa made a pouting face, but the woman nods and leaves them to look at their menus. Figuring that it was important she at least try to look natural, Eruka opened up her menu, and immediately regretted it with every fiber of her being. Her eyes were assaulted with imagery of liquids sloshing around in tall glasses with droplets of condensation dripping down them. Blushing bright red, Eruka felt a hot rush of liquid between her legs, pee spurting out of her, soaking through her underwear and running between her thighs. Immediately, she tenses her muscles, stopping the liquid, and pushed a hand between her thighs, pushing her dress down with it, pressing directly into her crotch, crossing her legs over her hand, and bending forward, gritting her teeth,and shutting her eyes tight.

    "Oh God! Please no! Ribbit! Please stop! I'm wetting my pants! I can't! Ribbit!" she thinks, mentally panicking over her large leak. It hurt so much that tears came to her eyes, the burning and stinging of urine right behind her womanhood, begging to be released.

    Naturally, these movements caught Medusa's attention.

    "What's 'sa matter big sis!?" She asks, feigning a look of concern. Eruka swallows nervously.

    "N-nothing...Sis is fine..."

    Medusa flashed the witch an evil smirk, and then looked down, continuing to color. The sight made Eruka's stomach twist and sink. She knew. She knew and was punishing her with this torture. The young witch bit her lip and fought back tears as she managed to hold back the flood. Eruka watched Medusa grow distracted with the coloring, as apparently some of Rachael, the original owner of the little girl body, had rubbed off on her. She took advantage of this distraction, and reached under her dress, shimmying in her seat and pulling down her pantyhose to inspect the damage. She knew it wasn't going to be good when she saw a glistening dark mark on them. Next, she took her hand away from her crotch, shaking and clenching her muscles to fight off another leak, as apparently her body didn't appreciate the sudden lack of pressure. She grimaced, seeing that there was a small wet spot on the front of her dress, right on one of the white dots, leaving a little bit of yellow discoloration. The sight made her have a revelation. She was sitting on the back of her dress! If she leaked anymore, she's probably end up putting a wet spot on it. She couldn't leak anymore, lest she have to walk out of here in shame. Finally, she made sure nobody was looking, and lifted her dress, revealing grey panties, with white polka dots and trim, matching the color scheme of her dress. The sight wasn't very pretty. The crotch of her panties was darkened to a near-black color, and the polka dots inside the wet patch were an off-yellow color. Swallowing nervously, Eruka sniffled, fending off the urge to cry, and grimaced as she smelled the faint scent of urine wafting up from her lap. Immediately, she let her dress fall again and pulled her pantyhose back up, not wanting anyone to smell pee on her.

    It was lucky she did it when she did too, as the waitress returned at that exact moment, wanting to know what they wanted. The Frog Witch was at a complete loss. She wasn't hungry, and didn't want to eat anything, potentially bloating her stomach and worsening her problem, but she knew that Medusa would probably call her out on it if she didn't order anything.

    "W...water...just water..."

    Just saying the word made Eruka's abdomen throb and scream out in protest. The woman writes it down and turns to Medusa, asking what she wanted in a sweet and fluttery voice.

    "Grilled Cheese and Lemonade!" The smaller girl answered. Eruka paled and sank down in her seat, squirming under the table and crossing her legs tight. It just HAD to be lemonade! The woman writes it down and heads away, and Medusa returned to her coloring mat, and Eruka was busying herself with trying to picture anything other than a glass of yellow liquid.

    "Ribbit! Ooooo...I gotta peeee....gotta hold it....gotta hold it...."

    After a short time, the Waitress comes back with their drinks. Eruka couldn't force herself to look at it, having to grab herself with both hands under the table, pressing hard into her crotch just to contain the flood.

    "Look sissy!"

    Eruka looks up as Medusa waves down her attention, then immediately pales once again. Medusa was putting her straw in her drink, putting her finger over the top, pulling it out, removing her finger, and letting the yellow liquid spill back out into the glass.

    Eruka felt another leak spurt out and through her panties and pantyhose, this time soaking her dress, She shuddered and tenses as hard as she could, grabbing her crotch as hard as she could, gritting her teeth and nearly doubling over. The warm leaks teased her, tortured her. The gently trickling drops running down to the bottom of the seat, soaking into the back of her panties, tickling the bottom of her butt crack, it was all begging her for release, making it unbearable.

    "P...please stop Ribbit!" Eruka pleads out loud. Medusa almost seemed surprised by the sudden outburst, but them smirks evilly, her eyes changing shape once more as she goes to replace the straw, just as their waitress returns with her food.

    "oopsie!"

    Medusa "accidentally" thrust the straw into the cup too hard, sending the yellow-colored drink toppling over and spilling all over the table. The waitress gasps and pouts.

    "Oh no! Don't worry, I'll get this cleaned up and get another one out to you right away miss.....miss?....Oh my god!"

    The waitress had been apologizing to Eruka, who just had her head down, appearing to be crying. It was all too much. As the yellow liquid fell, Eruka's face lit up bright red. Both hands were buried in her crotch as she leaned over the table, letting out a long, heavy breath. A sigh of relief. She could feel her bladder contract hard, seeing all the yellow liquid spilled all over, and felt another leak spurt into her underwear, running down between her thighs and into the seat of her clothes again. Then she leaked again, longer, sending the wet spot on her panties nearly up to the front waistband, and further across her butt, making the wet spot where she was holding her dress to her crotch spread out to about the size of a softball. Another leak, and another, the smell of urine became obvious, and it was here that the waitress screamed out, realizing what was happening. Eruka could feel liquid tickling her rear end, the backs of her thighs as well. She was sitting in a small puddle.

    And then all control was lost. All at once, a muffled, yet still considerably loud, hissing sound came from Eruka's lap. The waitress' scream had attracted the attention of all the patrons around them, and they watched as urine came pouring out of Eruka's tired lips, soaking the front of her dress. A puddle became visible, spreading out under her butt, a second wet spot crawling up the back of her dress, darkening the grey fabric and leaving the white dots a pale yellow color. The puddle then begins spilling over, pee splattering to the floor at Eruka's feet, as well as spilling down the backs of her legs, to form a second puddle on the floor, and start filling her boots with the hot liquid. The urine filled her boots all the way up to her calves, leaving her standing ankle deep in her own pee. Finally, the hissing died down, as the smell of pee began to move to other tables, making people hold their nose, or comment on it, or outright get up and leave. People looking at her were either sympathetic, pitying her, or absolutely disgusted, yelling at her, calling her disgusting.

    "Sissy had an accident!" Medusa announces, only making it worse.

    The seat was completely and utterly soaked. There was a puddle of urine underneath Eruka's ass, as well as on the floor around her feet. Her panties, and her dress were absolutely ruined, and her boots probably were too.

    The waitress was torn between going to get her manager and staying to comfort the girl, despite how disgusting she might be right now. Eruka was silent, sliding out of the booth, standing up. The front of her dress had a giant wet mark on the front, and leftover drops were sent rolling down her soaked pantyhose-clad legs, down into her boots. Another wet spot spread all the way from the top of her hips to the bottom off the dress in the back, widening the further down it went. She leaned over in silence, tears streaming from her eyes, unfastening Medusa's booster seat.

    "Can we go home ribbit~?" she asks, her voice cracking as she fought to keep from breaking down in sobs in the middle of the diner. Medusa nods, and Eruka picks her up, setting her down and holding her hand, and picking up their shopping bags.

    "Tell your boss I'm sorry." She says, thrusting the rest of the leftover money into the Waitresses hand and leaving without a word, rushing Medusa outside.

    As soon as they were out, Eruka broke down in sobs and tears, crying openly as she walked down the street with Medusa in tow, wiping her eyes on her forearm, wanting to avoid her urine soaked hand. She began to shiver as the outside air began to dry out her clothes, leaving her with cold, wet clothes that smelled like pee. The two girls wordlessly made their way back to the alley, mounting their brooms and flying home. Eruka had to deal with the disgusting feeling of wet clothes squishing into her as she rode her broom. She would likely have to wash off her broomstick after this as well. After another twenty minutes of flying, the girls arrived at their hiding spot for the brooms. Putting them away, they again had to make the trek through the woods, and fight through the bushes and cellar doors, and then navigate the corridors back to the main castle, before they finally ended up outside Eruka's room. For the longest time, Eruka had been following Medusa, assuming she would berate her, or punish her in some way, but once they were outside the Frog Witch's room, the smaller girl stopped, which made Eruka stop in turn. She looks over her shoulder with evil, spiteful eyes, but a playful, satisfied grin.

    "Don't be late again."

    (I hope this has less grammar errors than the last one and is all in all more pleasant to read. Like I said, I haven't decided if I want to do this for all my fics or not yet, but it partially depends on feedback and reception of this one! I hope you enjoyed it! <^-^>)

  3. Latest Entry

    Natasha aka Black Widow and Wanda aka Scarlet Witch, the two female Avengers, decided to go out drinking, having celebratory girls' time. They hit all the bars they knew. Drunk and bored, they went back to Nat's place.

    "I was there, you know." Wanda said to Nat.

    "Where?" Nat asked.

    "When you pissed yourself when I put you in your nightmare state."

    "You were!?" Nat asked, as embarrassed at you could be when you're drunk, which is not very.

    "Don't worry... I heard Hill's thoughts a while back, she pissed herself too, on your guys' first encounter with Ultron."

    "I know, I was there."

    "...and I pissed myself when Ultron killed Pietro... I also pissed through my panties onto Ultron." She said, and started laughing.

    "Really!?" Nat said, also starting to laugh.

    "I'm gonna admit it... it kinda turned me on."

    "I'm not gonna lie... me, too."

    There was a silence. Then, Wanda spoke up. "So, um, you currently involved with anyone?"

    "I was..." Nat began going into thought. "Then he left."

    Wanda stared at her. "You were involved with Banner?" She asked.

    "How'd you-" Nat paused. "Right, mind reader... I'm lonely now that he's gone."

    "I know how you feel. I'm lonely now that Pietro is gone."

    Wanda stared into Natasha's eyes. Lust began to fill within her. Natasha started to feel the same way. Wanda inched closer, biting her lip. She moved her head towards Nat's head, and pressed her lips against Natasha's. Natasha was hesitant at first, but ended up going along with it. Wanda slipped her tongue into Natasha's mouth, Natasha did the same to Wanda. Wanda climbed atop Natasha, never breaking contact, they went into a full, passionate make-out.

    Fifteen minutes later, Wanda paused. "I have to pee... bad."

    "Then pee." Natasha said, pressing her lips against Wanda's again.

    Wanda let it all go, flooding her panties, and leaking all over Natasha. Natasha gasped with delight.

    "Now I have to go." Natasha said. "Switch spots with me."

    Wanda was now under Natasha, then there was a faint hissing noise, and Natasha peed through her jeans, onto Wanda. Wanda was getting extremely horny. Natasha could tell, she moved her hand up Wanda's dress, and started rubbing her wet panties. Wanda gasped in delight. Natasha started moving her head down, she unbuttoned her dress, revealing Wanda's breasts. Natasha slid off Wanda's panties and started licking her pussy, Wanda's moans grew louder and louder, and finally, she reached climax, she came onto Natasha's face. Natasha moved back up and started kissing Wanda's breasts, and then back up to her mouth.

    It was Natasha's turn, Scarlet Witch climbed back on top of her and peed a little more. This time she's just naked so it just flooded on Natasha, Wanda decided to have a little fun. She used her telekinesis to rip off Nat's shirt and bra. Wanda started massaging Nat's breasts, and once again used telekinesis to yank off Nat's soaked jeans and panties. She used her mind tricks on Natasha and used it to rub her pussy. Natasha began furiously fingering Wanda, they were both moaning, louder and louder it grew, till they both hit climax. They separated from each other, Wanda lay her head on Nat's chest. Nat pulled Wanda close.

    "That was fun." Wanda said, still trying to catch her breath.

    "Yes, I agree." Nat said, also struggling to breathe. "Wanna do it again?"

    "Sur-" Wanda was interrupted. The door swung open. It was Maria Hill, shocked at what she was witnessing. "What is this?" She asked.

    "We can ex-" Natasha began before being cut off by Wanda.

    Wanda moved up to Nat's ear. "She likes what she sees, she wants in. We should let her." Nat nodded in agreement.

    "Come join us." Said Wanda sensually.

    Hill smiled, and walked over. Wanda put her hand up. "Time for initiation... piss yourself."

    Hill blushed and spread her legs. "WAIT!" Wanda shouted. "On us."

    Hill climbed onto the couch and stood over them. Wanda and Natasha got a nice view of her red panties. Hill opened her dam, and it flooded out, soaking both Wanda and Natasha were both enjoying the golden shower. Hill wrapped it up. "Lie down, Hill."

    Hill lied down on the couch, and it was Wanda and Natasha who were now standing over hill. They aimed and set fire. Natasha peed all over Hill's face, and Wanda all over her clothes. At this point they were all extremely horny. Wanda used her powers to rip off Hill's clothes, and Natasha started making out with Hill, then she went to Wanda and made out with her, Wanda then made out with Hill. Natasha started licking Wanda's pussy and Hill started licking Natasha's pussy. Wanda used her powers to pleasure Hill. Wanda started to moan, followed by Natasha's and Hill's muffled moans. They all finally reached climax and all came. Wanda onto Nat, and Nat onto Hill, and Hill onto the couch.

    They relaxed, catching their breaths. They all realized they never experienced pleasure like that with guys. They all lay on top of each other, loving what just happened. They all closed they're eyes and went to sleep.

    When they awoke, Wanda and Hill got dressed. They talked and promised to get together once a month. Looking forward to next month, Wanda and Hill went to their place of residence. Natasha lay on the couch, still nude from the night before, looking forward to next month.

    They still get together every month, but try something new each time, but they never leave out wetting, that's what caused this heavenly annual get-together. They will never stop, for men can never satisfy them like each other.

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    Thanks for reading my omorashi story. I tried to make the final chapter as epic as possible, satisfying as much people as I can. Who should I do next? Please give me suggestions.

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    The five members of the Witches Five sat apprehensively around the lab. None were willing to admit to the other that they had failed to collect a single Pure Heart Crystal. Each of the women sat thinking of their failed attempts. Each had come so close in their plans, but those damn sailor scouts thwarted their attempts and now it was time to pay the price for their failure. Why couldn’t they just be chewed out by the boss and be done with it, thought Eudial as she sat at her organ and played one depressing song after another. What would her punishment be? They wouldn’t take away her precious organ would they? Sure the other witches had complained many times about the noise and had referred to her playing as “a symphony of 100 mating cats” but that’s just because they didn’t appreciate fine art like she did. Eudial tossed her flaming red hair back off her shoulders and looked around the room at each depressed face. Even Mimete had taken disinterest in her in favor of repeatedly smoothing out her black and yellow skirt in a rather OCD like fashion. Eudial noticed something was off the moment she had opened her locker and noticed not a single snail was placed in it; not even under the lid of the organ as she had spent many hours cleaning snail trails off the keys in the past. Not that she was complaining though.

    “Hello, my children.” Dr. Tomoe said causing the five witches to jump. “It is performance review time.” He said cheerily as each of the witches looked everywhere but at him. “Inside this hat are several slips of paper. Each one has a punishment for whoever collected the least amount of Pure Hearts.” This was going to be good, he thought with a smile. The girls needed to be punished for their failure and what a better way than a little humiliation. So what if it was also one of his fantasies? The girls didn’t need to know that. “So who here wants to admit they got the lowest amount, hmm?” He teased. “No? Well how about you, Tellu. Care to tell us how many hearts you collected?”

    “Uhh, well, you see.” The green haired woman stuttered as she looked down at her long black and green dress as she tried to come up with an excuse. Tellu’s plan had gone well at first. Many students had bought her plants and they collected fine hosts indeed; until Sailor Jupiter ruined her plans. “None.” Tellu finally admitted as the other witches silently let out their collectively held breathes.

    Dr. Tomoe made a tsk sound as he moved on to his next target. “Ptilol? Cyprine? Who ever you are right now. No? Eudial?” Dr. Tomoe shook his head in mock disgust as the red headed women cast her ruby red eyes to the ground. “Did anyone succeed? Not a single pure heart from any of you? This is UNACCEPTABLE!” he yelled out making the witches jump. “Since you all failed, each of you will be performing the penalty task.” he said shoving the hat toward the silver haired woman. “Choose carefully, Viluy.” he said with a smile as she slowly dropped her hand into the hat a pulled out a slip of paper. She opened it up as her beautiful white cheeks tinted with a slight beige color.

    “Are you serious?” she asked looking from him to the piece of paper. “Let me choose another one!” she pleaded.

    “Nu-uh, what you see is what you get. Now how about you read out what you ladies will be doing first thing tomorrow morning.”

    “W-wet yourself in front of everybody.” Viluy read from the card. The other witches moaned in disgust as each protested.

    “How about you girl make it interesting?” Dr. Tomoe said as he brushed his silver hair back. “Since you each failed to one up the other, now’s your chance. I know just how much you ladies like competition so how about I make this interesting. I suggest a little contest. A holding contest if you will. The rules will be simple, the last one dry doesn’t have to wet themselves.”

    “You want us to have a pee holding contest?” Eudial said looking a little disgusted and doubtful.

    “Well you don’t have too.” he said shrugging his shoulders and straightening out his white lab coat. “ You can just piss yourself first thing in the morning and get it over with, but you’ll ruin your nice outfit.”

    “You mean we have to do it fully dressed? In our costumes? No way i’m taking it to the dry cleaners with pee stains on it!” Viluy said crossing her arms as her face flushed at the very thought.

    “Well then if you don’t want to might I suggest winning?” he said with a smirk. “Oh, and winner gets a request of their choice. A new weapon, or a vehicle...a certain piano smashed to pieces…” he added as Eudial clenched her fists. Four out of the five witches looked excited at that last prospect and muttered amongst themselves.

    “I can’t wait to smash that thing to pieces!” Mimete exclaimed. “It’s sounds like nails on a chalkboard.”

    “What and you think you’re singing doesn’t?” Eudial said as her temper began showing. “When I win I’m going to use my wish to keep you from cleaning your costume! Don’t worry I think piss stains will go well with that outfit. I’m sure you can still become an idol afterwards though. An idol of water sports that is.”

    “Why you!” Mimete said pouncing on top of Eudial with a fistful of her hair.

    “What are you two fighting about now?” Kaolinite asked in a bored tone of voice as she rolled her eyes. She stood by the door observing the brawl in mild annoyance. Such immaturity she thought as she lightly traced her large black pendant with her fingers. Her long red hair flowed down onto her black dress that covered everything but her enormously large bust. “Did we meet our quota for the month?” she asked Dr. Tomoe ignoring the other girls squabble.

    “Not even close.” he answered standing up a little straighter. “I was just going over their punishment now.”

    “You’re not going to believe what he’s making us do!” Viluy complained.

    “As long as they suffer do as you wish.” Kaolinite said before leaving and slamming the door closed behind her.

    ………………………………………………………………………………………………………...

    That is how the witches five ended up in the situation they presently found themselves in. Beads of sweat formed down the girls faces and they strained and fought to contain the river, no the lake, the flood inside of them. Each girl made eye contact with the other to see where they stood in terms of desperation. Once the subject of honor was brought up each refused to back down from the challenge no matter how trivial it may be.

    “Why did I ever agree to do this?” Tellu whined as she crossed her legs and bent forward. Her green hair bounced up and down as it’s owner hobbled in place. Her matching green eyes watered from the effort as she fought to hold on to her dignity and pride. She would not lose to these...these...witches! No, more like bitches! At this moment in time each girl was her enemy.

    “Because you didn’t have a choice just like the rest of us.” Viluy answered as she too grasped herself in desperation. “Just be thankful YOUR leggings aren’t white.” she said hating herself for her previous taste in fashion. When she had first designed her costume white leggings looked ideal with her black ensemble with white and black pattern that flared out from the bottom to match her white flowing hair. Now she looked at it with disgust. If she lost there would be no hiding it.

    “Ready to give up yet?” Mimete taunted as she strained with all her might to hide her discomfort and appear at ease to Eudial who appeared to be doing the same. She could feel the bulge in her bladder pressing against her skin. She could do this! She thought until a rather strong urge caused her to grind her teeth as her legs automatically came together.

    “Maybe it’s you who should give up!” Eudial called back tossing her long red hair aside. She knew she had this. Her bladder could withstand much more than this. She smiled confidently as she gazed upon the other girls. Tellu already looked ready to lose it and even Viluy was already holding herself! She glanced to Cyprine who appeared to be having a one sided argument with Ptilol. If the observer didn’t know Cyprine shared her body with her twin; it would appear the blue haired women was crazy as she yelled and answered herself. It was really between the three of them.

    Tellu tried her best to hide her smile. Her plan was working she thought as she let out a fake groan. She would lure them into a false sense of security. She really wasn’t as desperate as she appeared to be. Sure, if given the choice she would have emptied her bladder several hours ago at least, but she could manage. It was Cyprine that usually played the mind games, but two could play at that game! ...Or was it three? she wondered as she remembered the girls indwelling twin. No matter she reassured herself shaking away the petty thought. Once she won this her precious plants would be getting the best fertilizer money could buy. It was made with ground up human remains and just a touch of magic that would guarantee whatever plant it would be mixed in with would be twice, no three times as strong. This was her chance to grow out her Tellun’s and make them unstoppable! She rubbed her stomach a little as a wave of true desperation washed over her. She’d have to stop her acting now she thought as it was bringing real urges with it. An alarm buzzed grabbed all five girls attention.

    “That’s the end of round one!” Dr. Tomoe called out. “Now the real fun begins! For this round you are allowed to use your powers ONCE to try and make the other lose control. Your attack can only affect ONE person. You have one try, use it wisely.” he said from his seat as he watched on. Other colleagues had joined the fun once they found out what was going on. Some took bets, while others just enjoyed watching the annoying women suffer. Dr. Tomoe had originally wanted this to be a more private viewing, but once word spread many were eager to watch the show. He sighed and rubbed his temples at all the gawkers and onlookers who chatted away. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

    Cyprine searched for her target. She knew whoever she used her power on would lose instantly. She was a level 999 and once she used her power to manipulate someone into giving up and wetting, they would have no choice but to obey. They would be powerless against her suggestion, but the question remained. Who to use it on? There was Eudial, but she was always butting heads with Mimete. As annoying as those two were even she didn’t have the heart to end their fun. This was a battle between the two of them, who was she to butt in and stop them? Even if she took down Eudial instead of Mimete she would still likely find snails in places she did not wish to find them in a form of retaliation from Mimete. This left Tellu, who already looked desperate as it was, and Viluy. Yes, it would be Viluy she thought as she set her sights on the white haired beauty.

    “Woo! C’mon, Eudial, I’ve got money on you!” someone yelled from the crowd. Cyprine was instantly snapped from her concentration as she turned to glare up at the lab assistant who dared to speak up. That’s when she laid eyes on the depressed face of Dr. Tomoe. Clearly he was not enjoying himself like the rest of his co-workers. Unlike them, he did not enjoy seeing them suffer she thought. If someone had to watch and be the judge she would prefer it was just him. That’s when an idea struck her.

    “Dr. Tomoe?” she called out as she shifted from foot to foot from her own need. “May my power effect more than one person if it is not aimed at my fellow contestants?” she said with a wink at him. He thought about it. Was she going to do what he thought she was?

    “If it will not affect myself or them in any way I don’t see why not.” he answered while pointing to the other girls.

    “Oh, c'mon!” A person from the crowd moaned.

    There is nothing interesting happening here. You suddenly realize you have much work to do and deadlines to meet. Cyprine thought as she projected it into to watching crowd.

    “Shit!” they heard someone yell who started making their way to the exit. “I forgot about that report the boss wanted me to have in by lunch time!”

    “Me too!”

    “My boss is going to kill me for sure!”

    In no time at all people began “remembering” things they were supposed to do or simply lost interest in the proceedings and began exiting one after another until only the six of them were alone in the room.

    “Fool! You used your power for that?” Mimete yelled even though she too was grateful for the vanishing crowd. The blonde with struck with a greater urge as she nearly doubled over. This was bad she thought. She had only been at this for a few hours and already it had come to this? Beads of sweat began forming on her forehead. She made sure no one was paying her any mind as she patted the inside of her legs to make sure everything was in place. She scanned the area again before letting a little bit out.

    “I changed my mind!” Dr. Tomoe yelled. “No powers. You’re going to do this the old fashioned way. Besides, I don’t want any damages to this place coming out of my paycheck. As a thank you to Cyprine, are there any rules in this you want changed?”

    Cyprine nodded. “Can we take our costumes off?”

    “Sure.” Dr. Tomoe shrugged. He had really wanted to them wet their costumes, but this worked too. At least he could enjoy this alone instead of having a crowd of people breathing down his neck. It was thanks to her after all.

    Cyprine smiled as she started stripping leaving herself in just her blue bra and matching panties followed by Eudial and Viluy.

    “Ah, it feels so much better to get that added pressure off my bladder!” Viluy explained as she rubbed her stomach and hopped from foot to foot unable to keep still. “Why aren’t you two stripping?’ she asked as she looked to Tellu and Mimete.

    “I’m not wearing anything under this.” Tellu admitted blushing causing the three half naked girls to snicker.

    “What about you, Mimete? Are you going commando also?” Eudial teased coming towards her.

    “Yeah, t-that’s it.” Mimete said sounding unconvincing as her face was wracked with guilt. Eudial noticed right away Mimete was acting suspicious and decided to keep an eye on her.

    “That’s the end of round two!” Dr. Tomoe called as a buzzer sounded. “Round three is about to start. The rules are simple, you can’t move. At all.”

    “What?” They all groaned. It was hard enough being able to move. They all did a last minute dance before they took their positions. Viluy audibly gulped as she stopped moving. The pressure was almost unbearable as some immediately came out dampening her white panties. She quickly managed to tighten her legs together to stop the flow. Tellu was visibly shaking in her green dress. The fabric tightened against her bulging bladder putting pressure on it. At first a little escaped just like Viluy, but as hard as she tried she couldn’t stop it as it began trickling down her legs. With a sigh of regret she squatted down and let go moaning in relief as she did. Urine hissed loudly as it came in contact with her greens tights which darkened and quickly spilled pee onto the ground as it formed a puddle underneath her. If she was going to go out; she was going to make it so much worse for everyone watching.

    The four remaining girls watched in awe and desperation as a look of contentment filled Tellu’s face. After holding it for so long it became so tempting to just let go like that. The sounds of splashing urine was like nails on a chalkboard and only worsened their desperation. All except for Mimete’s, Eudial noticed. As time went on and their desperation worsened Eudial noticed something strange about Mimete’s tights.

    “Hey, Tellu! Come here a second.” Eudial called out as the soaked girl stood and made her way over. Eudial whispered something in her ear as Tellu nodded in agreement. Before Mimete could stop her, Tellu came up behind her and pulled her tights down revealing the bag, tubes, and funnel held in place by tape. All the girls stared at Mimete as their anger boiled over as they stared at the bag that had been slowly filling with pee throughout this whole ordeal. Here Mimete was taking the pressure off while the rest of them were suffering!

    “It seems we have a cheater in our midst.” Dr. Tomoe said calmly as he watched on. “Tellu, feel free to use your powers and let her feel how uncomfortable being wet it.”

    “With pleasure.” she said as vines came shooting out of nowhere and ripped the contraption off of Mimete.

    “No! No!” Mimete screamed as the vines began gently caressing her sides making her giggle.”No! Please stop!” She laughed as she fell to the floor. The vines slowly snaked their way to the bottoms of her feet and began their merciless assault until soon Mimete was left lying in a puddle of her own pee. “My skirt and tights!” she frowned as she inspected the damage once Tellu’s vines made their way back to their owner.

    “Looks like there’s only three of you left.” Dr. Tomoe said smiling as he sat back and enjoyed the show.

    The three remaining witches stared intently at each other. It wouldn’t be long now Eudial thought as she watched Viluy biting her lip and moaning. Sure enough the white haired women bent forward as a yellow stream began making it’s way down each leg as it puddled into the floor beneath her. Now it was just Eudial and Cyprine. Both girls stood facing each other in their underwear fearing that uttering a single word would relax the hold on their bladders and cause them to lose. This was no longer about the wish each girl said through their eye contact. This was about proving who was the best. This was about honor! Ah, who were they kidding, it was SO about the wish. Eudial imagined her own music hall where she could practice in peace away from the moaning and groaning of these uncouth...were they really her sisters?

    Cyprine on the other hand imagined a way to be permanently detached from her twin.

    “Like I want to share head space with you either!” Ptilol barked.

    “I can’t argue with you right now! I’m trying to concentrate!” Cyprine yelled back

    “Don’t ignore me! I’m talking to you!”

    “Go away!”

    “Fine! I will! As soon as I come out!” Ptilol shot back as she prepared to split from Cyprine.

    “No! Wait! Stop!” Cyprine yelled in a panic, but it was too late. As Cyprine and Ptilol began splitting into two beings Cyprine lost her hold on her bladder is it splashed to the ground as the large puddle began flowing out over the floor proving that whoever had built this place had done a terrible job of leveling it. Dr. Tomoe stood from his chair and began a slow clap as Eudial made a mad dash for the door.

    “Bathroom! Bathroom! Bathroom! What are you doing, Tellu? Move!” Eudial yelled jumping up and down while grabbing herself. She had begun leaking long ago and the moisture had shown through her red panties.

    “Aww, c’mon, Eudial, just go ahead and go. You know you want to. Just stop moving and let everything come out; it will feel so good!” Viluy teased as she too got in Eudials way.

    “No! Let me go!” Eudial begged as she felt something prickly beginning to wrap around her torso. “Tellu! Stop it! Get your vines off me!”

    “Just close your eyes and let go!” Mimete said with a giggle.

    “Let it out! Let it out!” The four girls began chanting.

    “No, stop it.” she begged as she felt the last of her energy slip away until finally she couldn’t take it anymore as she spread her legs and let go.

    “Woo!” The four others cheered as Eudials face began matching the color of her hair and eyes as she kept going and going and going proving to everyone that if she could hold that much she certainly did have the largest bladder of them all.

    “What the hell happened in here?!” An angry voice exclaimed as the six of them turned to see Kaolinite standing in the hall with a look of disgust on her face. “Eudial! Are you wetting yourself!?”

    “I can’t stop.” Eudial whimpered as her body refused her commands. Kaolinite stood glaring at Eudial until she finally stopped, but only because she was completely empty. She turned to glare upon the others and took notice that they too were soaked. “Disgusting.” she growled. “Clean this up! And you!.” She said pointing to Dr. Tomoe. “This is coming out of your paycheck!” She screamed before turning around the slamming the door shut behind her.

    Totally worth it, Dr. Tomoe thought as he stood from his chair and made his way to the exit.

    It is okay to just let go and wet yourself. It’s only natural after all.” A voice suggested in his head. Yeah, it was only natural. What goes in must come out, he thought as he stood in place and felt a warmth begin to surround his crouch and make its way down his legs and into his shoes.

    “Sorry, girls, couldn’t help myself.” Ptilol said with a smile as she leaned against the wall.

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    “Kagami!!!!!!!!” Little Kaneki shouted running up and hugging her brother after he just got home from playing one of the Kings. “Woah hey hey! Kaneki, Just don’t hug me so tight, I just played one of the Kings so I’m super sore” He spoke in English since his sister was still learning Japanese and could barely speak it. Kaneki frowned thinking she had done something wrong and hurt her brother, of course Kagami took notice immediately. “Hey sport don’t sweat it you didn’t know so I don’t mind.” He said ruffling her red/brownish fluffy hair. “Ok...Do you want ice-cream big brother?” Kaneki asked softly. “That would be great little sis” he grinned stupidly “I’ll get changed whilst your at it” Kagami spoke before gently and tiredly running into his room to change. Kagami looked in the mirror ‘I never realized how different I am around her...’ he thought looking through the door at Kaneki who was happily working away in the kitchen a bright smile on her small chubby face as she grabbed the Ice-cream and took out the bowls gently scooping out the Ice-Cream before going to get toppings. Kagami smiled as he closed the door and got changed fairly quickly, shoving his outfit onto a hanger and putting on his pyjama’s. Kaneki took out a bunch of toppings her happy grin now gone as her cheeks tinted bright red and she began to jiggle about slightly, she put the bowls on the living room table and sat down before flicking the tv on hoping to take her mind off things...Kagami walked in and slumped down onto the couch swiftly taking the bowl as he sat down. “So what’s this program?” Kagami asked and Kaneki waved her hands about as she took the spoon out of her mouth. “Miku Hatsune Concert Live” She simply replied a light grin on her face as she wriggled a little in her seat... Kagami nodded understanding that it was something she wanted to try since she was learning Japanese. They continued to watch Tv for the next 20 minutes or so and beads of sweat began to run down Kaneki’s face as her cheeks burned a deep red, her whole body was aching and not a single part of her body wasn’t throbbing. She didn’t speak a word fearing she would be a bother to her brother, she shook violently. As she got a shock down her spine she felt her small body relax a little before tensing. ‘I oh um should I go? But I don’t want to um bother big brother’ Kaneki contemplated but she relaxed without noticing and she felt her area get a bit damp. ‘No...’ she thought softly put a hand down her area. Kagami looked at her then looked back to the Tv again, It was normal for her, this was the way she would always sit it’s a bit weird but Kagami shrugged it off. Kaneki looked about in panic feeling the dampness grow, she got small tears in her eyes as the body of Kaneki came on full blast and by this point her face was buried in her hands. Kagami heard her small whimpers and he looked to her, “I-I I’m sowwy big brother I thought I got past this phase” she cries sniffling. Kagami could see her upset and he hugged her tightly not even caring if he got wet. “It’s not your fault kiddo! You can just try another week of them alright? Only when you feel ready we can try again” Kagami spoke gently cradling his younger sister. Kaneki continued to sniffle and shake as it ran softly yet quickly down her legs. The usual grey colour turned a soggy dark as it grew and grew causing them to glisten. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up” Kagami said lifting Kaneki up as she finished, resting her on his side as she cried softly and once more Kagami did not care for the dampness. Kagami carried her to the bathroom and set her on her feet. “Alright I will be back” He spoke before leaving the room and no later returning with clean pyjama’s and a small box with a surprise for Kaneki. He set the clothes and box to the side before softly pulling down her trousers and taking off her top, the next step he took was removing her panties and instead he put on a nappy. “Just try this again for another week ok?” he said reassuring his sister who nodded in response her hand rubbing her still teary eye as she softly whimpered and sniffled. See one of Kaneki’s problems was that she had a very small and weak bladder so of course she couldn’t help needing to go very quickly. "Let's get you to bed you look tired" he said putting on her clean clothes and carrying her off to bed now that she had stopped crying and sniffling. He lay her down softly and tucked her in leaving her to sleep which she did fairly quickly anyway...kagami_taiga_wallpaper_by_hitsugayasenpai-d6ogzeu.jpganime-girl-with-brown-hair-and-blue-eyes-red-short-suzuki-game-cg-lavender-girls-254305.jpg

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    It was 9am on Monday morning and the 18 year old Sophie had arrived at College ready to start her week. This was no normal college day though, today the class would be going on a coach trip to Broadway to watch a musical as part of their history course.

    Sophie was looking forward to the day out as were her friends. The coach soon arrived and the teachers wasted no time in getting everyone to make their way out to the coach.

    Sophie and a couple of her friends made sure to get on the coach before everyone else so they could get the seats right at the back. They all got their seats and soon the coach was full and ready to set off on their journey.

    There were a few complaints from the students that the coach smelled of pee. The coach driver apologised for this and explained that yesterday the coach had been used for an elderly people's day out and they hadn't got around to cleaning it up properly yet.

    The girls had come well prepared for the long trip and had bags filled with snacks and fizzy drinks which they wasted no time in getting stuck in to as the journey got under way.

    After an hour or so of travelling and a couple of cans of soda Sophie began to feel the need to pee. Sophie had always had a slightly weak bladder but she didn't think this would be a problem as there was an on board toilet, but as Sophie walked halfway down the coach to the toilet she realised there was a notice on the door saying it was out of order.

    She knew she would just have to wait until they stopped so she returned to her seat.

    After another 15 minutes Sophie was becoming increasingly desperate. She was no longer comfortable sitting down and was stood up hopping about in the aisle with both hands on her crotch area trying to hold back from peeing herself.

    She had made her situation well known to the teachers and the coach driver by shouting down the coach but they had said they wouldn't be stopping just for one person and didn't have a planned stop for another half an hour.

    Most of Sophie's classmates were enjoying watching her desperation especially most of the guys who were admiring the sight of Sophie's toned butt and large breasts as she bounced around the coach trying to prevent her bladder from giving out.

    She knew it was just a matter of time before she humiliated herself in front of her classmates.

    Sophie then heard someone shout to her "put this on" and the girl appeared to be holding up a white item. The girl walked over to Sophie and said "look Sophie I just found this under my seat it must have been left from the old people's outing yesterday".

    The girl handed Sophie what appeared to be an adult diaper. "Oh my god everyone Sophie's gonna wear a diaper" shouted Jessica. This caused the whole coach to erupt with laughter.

    "I'm not gonna wear a fucking diaper" said Sophie as she threw it down the coach.

    The diaper was soon thrown back to her and it landed by her feet. She had a real dilemma on her hands, did she just pee herself in front of her entire college class or did she put on a diaper. "just put the diaper on Soph it's better than peeing yourself" said her close friend Amy.

    Sophie picked up the diaper and went back to her seat still desperately trying to stop her bladder from giving way. She tried to hide herself from view in the corners and pulled down her sweatpants and panties and slid the diaper under herself. Pulling it up at the sides as quickly as she could she taped the diaper around herself realising it was quite a good fit and quickly pulled her sweatpants back up covering the diaper. No sooner had she done this and a torrent of pee escaped from her bladder. She felt as the diaper grew warm and swelled up and began pushing her legs apart.

    By the look on her face everyone sat near to Sophie knew what She had just done. "Hey everyone it looks like Sophie needs a diaper change" shouted Jessica who was happy to make a joke out of Sophie's embarrasing situation. This comment caused a few giggles.

    Sophie just sat there quietly shifting uncomfortably in the thick diaper. She couldn't wait for the rest stop so that she could take off the diaper.

    After a while longer the coach finally stopped. Everyone started getting off the coach from front to back.

    Sophie allowed everyone else to go off ahead before she got off the coach. As she walked down the coach something caught her eye. On top of the toilet slightly out of people view was a plastic bag. As no one else was on the coach Sophie decided pick it up. In the bag Sophie found 3 adult diapers. This gave her an idea. She went over to Jessica's bag and stuffed one of the diapers to the bottom of her bag. She also quickly got a pen and paper out and wrote a note which she put with the diaper. The other two diapers she stuffed into her own bag. Sophie then headed off the coach and over to the toilets. As she was making her way there she passed Jessica and her group of friends. She fully expected a comment from Jessica which was exactly what she got. "Have you changed out of your wet diaper yet then baby" "I'm just going to chuck it away now" replied Sophie "I'd hurry before it starts leaking and you get diaper rash" laughed Jessica to which all her friends started laughing also.

    Sophie carried on and went in to the girl's toilets. She waited for everyone else to leave before untaping the wet diaper. Sophie had decided that she didn't want to risk anymore embarrassing situations on the coach so she pulled out one of the adult diapers she had found from her bag and put it on. She thought this would be safer than a repeat of the previous event. She made sure to strap it on tightly to try and stop the bulge from being too obvious. Satisfied it was on tightly she pulled up her sweatpants and left the stall. There was a couple of members of the public there who looked a bit shocked as they saw Sophie roll up the used diaper and put it in the trashcan.

    Sophie then wrapped her sweatshirt around her waist to hide the diaper before heading back to the coach. She was very aware of the bulkiness and crinkling from the diaper which she really hoped no one would notice. Sophie was the last one to get back on the coach, fortunately though everyone was talking which meant no one heard the diaper as she made her way to the back of the coach.

    Everyone soon quietened down as the coach ws ready to leave. Amy asked Sophie if she still had the diaper on to which she replied that she had disposed of it.

    Jessica soon chirped up with another comment shouting so it was heard by the whole coach "Have you still got your diaper on then Sophie in case you have another accident" "I don't really think your in a good position Jessica to be making remarks like that with a secret like you've got" "what the hell are you on about you little pest I don't have any secrets" "Listen to this everyone, Jessica Clarke is a bedwetter, her Mom even makes her wear an adult diaper to bed every night" everyone started laughing "you absolute bitch that's a complete lie" "it wouldn't surprise me if she even gave you a diaper to wear today in case you had a little accident". Kate who was sat across the aisle from Jessica grabbed her bag, pulling it open she emptied the contents out onto the floor. Her lunchbox and sweatshirt fell out first and then the diaper fell out for all to see. "oh my god everyone it's true Jessica actually wears diapers" shouted Kate. The note fell out next to the diaper also "it's looks like your Mom wrote you a note as well Jessica, let's see what it says" Kate opened the note and read it " Dear Jessica, I know you normally only need to wear a diaper at night, but I thought it would be a good idea to pack one for you to wear on the way back just in case you fall asleep on the coach, love Mom". "Aaawww how cute do you need someone to help diaper you as your Mom's not here to do it for you" Everyone was in hysterics and Jessica was absoutely mortified and furious that people believed this. "This isn't true Sophie must have put this diaper in my bag i've never wet the bed" "Don't try and deny it Jessica your sister let your little secret slip to me a few months ago" lied Sophie.

    Jessica struggled to hold back from going for Sophie. She then started crying as she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

    Sophie felt very satisfied as she had diverted the attention away from her own predicament and had led everyone to believe that Jessica was a bedwetter. Little did anyone know that Sophie was actually still wearing a diaper and she had plantee the diaper in Jessica's bag.

    Things soon calmed down and they finally arrived shortly before the musical was due to start. Sophie felt a slight need to pee before going in to be seated, but she knew it would be difficult to use the toilet with the diaper on. She did contemplate ditching the diaper to save the possible embarrassment of being found out as she didn't think she would really need it. The class eventually got seated ready to watch the musical. All the time Sophie was well aware of the padding between her legs. After about 45 mins Sophie started to get bored, musicals really weren't her thing and it was making her now feel quite tired. She eventually dozed off for afew minutes before waking up to an aching bladder. Sophie felt really desperate to pee but she knew getting out to go to the toilet could be a problem because it would mean pushing past many people's seats. She decided against getting up and just relaxed in her chair. Eventually a warmth spread across her diaper as she released her bladder, Sophie just prayed that the diaper didn't leak which luckily it didn't. She soon drifted off back to sleep and was only woken up by Amy when the musical had finished. It took Sophie a few seconds to remember that she was wearing a wet diaper.

    Everyone soon made their way back to the coach. Sophie found that wearing a wet diaper was very uncomfortable but she knew that she would probably now have to keep it on for the rest of the trip. They did stop around halfway through the journey for a rest stop but Sophie didn't get a "safe" opportunity to remove the diaper.

    She kept the diaper on and the homeward journey continued. About 40 mins from getting back and Sophie became really desperate to pee. She held on for as long as she could but eventually she couldn;t hold it any longer. She knew she was going to have to take a chance by using the already wet diaper again. She slowly let her bladder go, trying not to let anyone realise that she was wetting herself. Fortunately for Sophie the thick adult diaper held her wetting without any leaks. She was thankful that she'd finally made it through the day and that she'd got the better of Jessica.

    Once Sophie arrive home she was greeted by her Mom who didn't seem very happy. Her Mom, explained that she had received a phone call from one of the teachers who said that she had embarrassed another girl on the trip called Jessica. Sophie told her Mom that Jessica had been mean to her at the start of the trip and that she had got revenge on her by putting a diaper and a note in Jessica's bag to make everyone think that Jessica wore diapers.

    Sophie's Mom said that despite what had happened before that she was really unhappy that Sophie had humiliated Jessica. She then explained that the teacher had given her Jessica's address and that they were going to go over there right now so she could apologise to Jessica.

    Sophie asked if they could leave it until tomorrow because it was getting late but Mom insisted they went right away.

    After a short drive they arrived at Jessica's house. Mom waited in the car and watched as Sophie walked up to the door. Sophie rang the doorbell and she was soon greeted by Jessica's Mom. "Hi I was wondering if I could see Jessica for a minute?" "Yes of course you can i'll just call her down from upstairs.... Jessica can you come down a minute darling" "Ok Mom" Jessica soon came down the stairs where her Mom told her that someone was at the door to see her. As Jessica walked to the door Sophie couldn't help but admire how cute she looked in her pj's. Jessica looked shocked to see Sophie and she asked her what she was doing there. She explained that she was there to apologise for making everyone think that she was a bedwetter and that she would tell everyone that it wasn't true at school tomorrow. Just at that moment Jessica's dog came up to her wanting to be petted. As she bent forward to pet it the dog pawed her legs which slightly pulled down her pj pants. Sophie was shocked as it looked like the white waistband of a disposable diaper was sticking out but she couldn't be sure. She wasted no time in running up behind Jessica before she had a chance to pull her pants back and yanking them down revealing that she actually was wearing a thick bedwetting diaper. Jessica just burst into tears, pushed Sophie outside and slammed the door on her.

    Sophie was in shock that she had just seen Jessica Clarke, one of the most popular and mean girls in the school wearing a diaper because she still wet her bed at 18 years old. She didn't for one moment actually think that Jessica was a bedwetter.

  4. Karin found herself once again wandering the large forest, in search of what, she couldn’t recall in her drug induced state. Even in her dream she felt a bit loopy. Part of her wanted nothing more than to just lie in the lush green field and sleep, but her curious side kept her up and moving. It was like she had been here before and there was something important about this place but she just couldn’t remember.

    “Lost again I see.” A woman's voice said while stifling a laugh. “You were just here, have you forgotten your way so soon?”

    “Who are you?” Karin said turning around to look but stopped as she had to wait a few seconds for her senses and equilibrium to catch up.

    “Try and remember, we just had this conversation.”

    “We did?” Karin asked as she followed the sound of the voice nearly breaking into a run.

    “Slow down. There’s no rush.” The voice calmly stated as Karin had to lean against a tree for support as her world spinned around. Karin kept moving forward once she got her footing. She wanted to know; No NEEDED to know who that voice belonged to. There was something so soothing about her, whoever she was, that calmed the girl and made her feel at peace. She wanted to be with her so badly as if something deep inside was calling out for her. “That’s it; you’re almost there. Just a little further.” Karin couldn’t help but smile eagerly as she came to a break in the foliage as she peeked around the trees into the familiar looking clearing with childlike curiosity. She whipped her head around at the sound of moving leaves, but lost her footing and began falling due to the foggy sensation and sensory delay.

    “Ahh!” Karin cried out until she felt a pair of large arms wrap around her. She looked up surprised when she didn’t collide face first with the ground to find a woman, no a giant, holding onto her. Her eyes bugged open in surprise at the size difference and again once she felt herself get picked up into the giantesses arms.

    “You found me. Good girl.” The giant women said as she patted and rubbed Karin’s back as she held the 13 year old up on her shoulder with ease as if Karin was an infant. If the girl hadn’t been drugged she would have fought and squirmed with all her might out of the woman’s arms and demanded answers, but drugged Karin closed her eyes, smiled contently at the physical contact and wrapped her arms around the woman's neck as if it was the most natural thing to do. The woman chuckled as she swayed back and forth in place. “You’re so much more honest with yourself when you’re strung out on pain medication.”

    “Hmm?” She mumbled from her place in the woman’s arms. What was she talking about? Pain medication?

    “Don’t you remember, honey? You fell and got hurt.” The woman said as Karin’s eyes snapped open with sudden clarity. The hollow, the fight, being unable to be healed. It all came rushing back to her. Her body was lying unconscious in her fathers clinic. If her body was there, how was she here? “You’re here in spirit.” The woman explained seemingly able to read the girls thoughts.

    “And where is here exactly?” she asked as she looked around the forest from her high vantage point as she blushed at being held like a child.

    “This is part of your inner self and so am I. I am your zanpakuto and partner. Right now in your drug induced state, your heart is not holding back its desires which is why I am in this form.”

    “Huh, my zanpakuto? Oh, the fox! Wait, you’re the fox?” Karin asked looking puzzled as she looked into the woman’s eyes which flashed bright yellow just like the foxes had. “What do you mean by my hearts desires?”

    “I am. Currently as you are, you are stripped of all your inhibitions and fears. Even if you had never been aware of it, you have the strong desire inside of you to feel loved. How does this position make you feel?”

    “I feel like a child and ...safe.” Karin admitted as she re-closed her eyes and snuggled back into the woman’s arms.

    “You, who does not know what a mother’s love feels like, wishes to be comforted in a way you missed out on as a child, but at the same time, you refuse to let anyone near. You put on a tough facade to hide the hurt and loneliness you feel.” Karin quietly listened and thought about it. “Your assignment for tomorrow. Conquer your fear of needing help. You must come to terms with the fact that you cannot do everything by yourself and that is okay, child.”

    Karin squirmed in the giants arms. There was an odd feeling inside of her that caused her some discomfort, but she couldn’t quite place it. Sort of an odd...pressure.

    “What’s your name?” Karin asked.

    “That I cannot tell you. My name is my power and that is something you are not ready for yet.”

    “Then what do I call you?” she asked as she squirmed and shifted as her body tensed.

    “Let’s not worry about that, there will come a time for introductions later. For now, let’s get you comfy again. I can tell you’re uncomfortable. What seems to be the problem?” The woman asked already knowing.

    “Huh? I’m not sure.” Karin answered truthfully as she focused on her spirit body. She wasn’t in pain, just felt an odd fullness almost.

    “How about I help you this one time, but after this you’re going to have to deal with it while conscious.”

    “Deal with what?” Karin asked while yawning.

    “You’ll soon find out. For now just close your eyes and relax. It will be over soon.” Karin obeyed without a fight as she closed her eyes and rested her head back on the woman’s shoulder as a wave of fullness hit causing the girl to tense. “Don’t fight it, just relax and let go. There you go, good girl.” the giantess praised as she rubbed Karin’s back and felt the girl relax in her arms. Karin breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the pressure begin to dissipate until the strange feeling was gone entirely. “All better?”

    “All better.” Karin agreed.

    Yuzu suddenly awoke in the bed next to Karin’s inside the clinic. She told her dad earlier that she was willing to stay the night to keep an eye on her sister incase she needed anything. Her father had looked so tired she immediately shooed him off to bed and stayed in his place. That’s weird thought Yuzu as she sat up and looked around the empty clinic. She had sworn she had heard someone talking.

    “I feel like a child and ...safe.” Karin mumbled in her sleep. Yuzu jumped out of bed as she stared at her sister, but quietly giggled when she realized what was happening. “Mmm” Karin mumbled contently as her face twitched into what looked like a smile. Aww Yuzu thought as she watched her sister sleep. Whatever she’s dreaming about it must be pleasant. She stayed by her side and watched over her for a few more minutes as she listened to Karin mumbling nonsense in her sleep. Suddenly a worried look fell upon Karin’s face as her eyebrows furrowed in what appeared to be confusion, but suddenly relaxed as she let out a huge sigh of relief. Uh-oh Yuzu thought as she lifted up Karin’s blanket to see if she was doing what she thought she was. Yuzu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the diaper that was taped onto Karin’s waist which slowly began expanding to confirm her suspicions.. At least clean up would be easy. I could probably have her in a fresh diaper without even waking her up Yuzu thought until she heard Karin happily reply with “All better.” Yuzu tried to keep her laughter to a minimum, but it wasn’t enough she realized as her sisters eyes slowly opened.

    “Wha so funny?” Karin mumbled.

    “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.” Yuzu apologized while still sporting a large grin. “Just go back to sleep and i'll take care of everything.” Yuzu dug through one of the medical supply cupboards until she pulled out a small adult diaper, some wet wipes, gloves and baby powder.

    The both of them had changed hundreds of diapers before for the female patients of their fathers clinic. Ever since someone sick tried to get up to use the bathroom, collapsed and tried to sue; a new rule had been in place. All patients sick or injured who were deemed unfit to leave bed by their father were to be diapered. No exceptions. It didn’t matter if they had a fever, a broken leg, the flu or a cold. If their chart said “bed rest” in the directions then they were not to leave bed. For any reason. Other than the occasional sports injury or car accident, the Kurosaki Clinic mostly catered to the young adults who attended the primary and high schools nearby. Many of the kids were sent here after being sent home from school sick or could not attend for the day due to illness and had no one at home to help nurse them back to health if needed. Many of the high school students lived alone while their parents were on business trips so come flu season the place was packed. It was mid May right now so all they really saw were the occasional sprain and bicycle crash. Unless they were either seriously injured like Karin, they were free to get up and use the facilities.

    Since most of their patients were sick kids and nothing overly serious, Isshin employed Karin and Yuzu under the table after school to help the patients with things like fetching ice packs, getting water, personal hygiene and helping them feel as comfortable as possible. While Yuzu was a natural, Karin on the other hand seemed to lack in the bedside manner department. Just last month she had fought with a middle school girl about the diaper rule. The patient kept insisting she was fine to get up and begged Karin to allow her to use the bathroom but Karin grew more and more frustrated and told her “Stop being a baby and just piss yourself already.” Yuzu had found that comment to be incredibly insensitive and oddly ironic. She had tried to explain to Karin that being diapered was incredibly embarrassing, but Karin had simply rolled her eyes and replied with “I wouldn’t know.” It was then that Yuzu was left to deal with the now crying patient who began pleading with phrases like “I can’t” and “Please don’t make me.” Whether it was Yuzu’s gentle coaxing or the girls inability to hold it any longer, the young patient was finally able to relieve themselves in the diaper and whimpered during the entire changing process.

    Although Yuzu did feel terrible that her fraternal twin was hurt, she hoped this experience would soften her a bit now that she would be on the other side of things. For whatever reason, the black haired girl seemed more than confident about being up and about in three days time, but Yuzu figured it was probably the pain medication talking since after her statement she followed it up by saying a fox lady told her.

    “Try not to move, Karin.” Yuzu whispered as she approached her sister who began lightly squirming in discomfort. “You’ll be dry in no time.” she assured her as she lifted up the sheet and blanket and set it aside to reveal her naked and soaked sister underneath..

    “No, my blanky.” Karin mumbled still half asleep as she tried reaching for it.

    “You can have it back after I change you.” Yuzu laughed. “Oh shoot, it leaked.” Clearly Orihime had never diapered an adult before.

    “What leaked?”

    “You did.” Yuzu said as she ripped the tabs off exposing the rest of her sister. Once the sound of the ripped tabs filled the otherwise quiet clinic, Karin’s eyes sprung open as she realized what was happening and quickly covered herself with her good hand on instinct. “Not too bad, no worries.”

    “What happened? What are you doing?” Karin asked in a panic.

    “You wet your diaper so I’m getting you cleaned up. Nothing to get worked up over.” Nothing to get worked up over?! That’s two nights in a row she wet herself in her sleep. Even worse, her sister was cleaning up after her accident.

    “Why didn’t you tell me I had to pee?” Karin growled. She knew the lady tricked her into wetting herself and demanded to know why. That feeling she was experiencing was her needing the bathroom and the fox lady had convinced her to wet herself! Karin heard a laugh inside her head as Yuzu looked at her puzzled.

    “What difference would it have made awake or asleep? You would have had to use the diaper anyway.” The fox explained. “Just thought I’d help you out. First time’s always the hardest. Isn’t that what you always tell the patients?” She said with a laugh.

    “I didn’t know?” Yuzu said as she looked to Karin for an explanation. After finding none Yuzu sighed and went back to work wiping her sister up with wet wipes. She sure was acting strange Yuzu thought.

    “I’m sorry.” Karin mumbled quietly as her face burned with shame and embarrassment.

    “”For what?” Yuzu asked confused as she sprinkled baby powder and began rubbing it into Karins skin making her jump a little at the contact.

    “For you know….having an accident.” Karin admitted barely above a whisper as her eyes looked everywhere but her sister.

    “It wouldn’t have made any difference if you were awake or asleep. It’s not like you would have had any other options. Now let me get this on you right this time. There all done.”Yuzu said as she rolled up the used diaper and tossed it into the trashcan along with her gloves. She then covered her sister back up with a sheet and blanket before sitting on the edge of her bed.

    “Thanks.” Karin mumbled still embarrassed.

    “I’d lecture you about playing soccer in the street, but I think getting hit by a car is enough of a lesson for one night.” What? Is that what she thinks happened?

    “So what were you doing tonight?” Karin asked to see what all she remembered.

    “Umm.” Yuzu said thinking back. “I went with dad to the candy shop while he played cards with the owner and his cat while I hung out with Ururu and Jinta. Everyone kept asking about you and that was before you got hit by the car.”

    “Oh.” Karin wondered why Yuzu thought she had been hit by a car but she had a feeling she shouldn’t tell her otherwise until she heard the full story from her dad.

    “Do you need anything before I go back to sleep?” Yuzu asked before she grabbed Kon off her bed. “You can sleep with Bostov if you want.” She offered holding him out facing her. Kon winked and Karin rolled her eyes. “I was just offering geez.”

    “No! I didn’t mean it at you- I mean, yeah I’ll take him. Thanks, Yuzu.” Karin said accepting Kon as the stuffed lion smiled a little wider. “ Try anything and you’re dead.” she whispered to him before wrapping her good arm around him and snuggling him to her chest to make her sister happy.

    “I’ll be right here in the bed next to you so just yell if you need anything.” Karin waited until she could hear Yuzu’s deep breathing and light snoring before turning her attention to the stuffed lion.

    “What happened to Yuzu? Why can’t she remember anything?” Karin whispered.

    “Urahara wiped her memory of the night at your dads request.” Kon whispered back. “She flipped out when she found out you got hurt from the hollow and started yelling at your dad calling him irresponsible for leaving you alone against it.”

    “Where did he go? He was right there and then he was gone! If it wasn’t for the fox lady directing me on what to do; I would have died!”

    “He said the hollow had some sort of teleportation abilities and sent him on the other side of town. He says he feels really bad because you were lying in your own piss when he found you. Were you really that scared?” Kon snickered.

    “I did not piss myself because I was scared.” Karin hissed trying to hide her embarrassment. “I did it on purpose. I seemed to be generating some kind of electrical activity and he had me in his hand while touching the electrical wire so I figured if I got the both of us wet, it would electrocute him. Which it did.”

    “Sorry, but it sounds like you just caught a lucky break after wetting yourself in fear. You’re all brawn and no brain, honey.” Kon teased smacking her in the head.

    “Ow, watch it! My head hurts.” Karin said ready to throw Kon in the trash can with her wet diaper. “Fine, it wasn’t my idea. I met a uh...what do you call it...inner spirit person. Zanpakuto. It was her idea. She saved my life.”

    “You met your Zanpakuto? Then why aren’t you a soul reaper yet. Only soul reapers can travel to their inner world.”

    “Hmm, she said I’m not ready yet. She said I have to “overcome my fears” first before she’ll even tell me her name.”

    “Well your first step is to not piss yourself at the first sight of a hollow.” Kon said as he fell on the bed laughing. Karin pick him up and tossed him in the trash can by her bed listening to the pleasant sounds of Kon’s anguish before closing her eyes and drifting back to sleep.

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    Karin opened her eyes to find the clinic in full swing, meaning there was two other people in there besides her. She quietly moaned in pain as her head hammered with every sound and the bright fluorescent lighting blinded her. Not only was she in pain, but she knew she was in trouble when she came face to face with the glaring stare of her sister.

    “Why was Bostov in the trash?” She seethed in anger as she held him in front of Karin’s face. “He smells like your pee now!”

    “Yuzu, what’s the matter. It’s not like you to yell at our patients. It’s usually Karin I need to worry about.“ Isshin joked as he came in to rescue her from her wrath. “Maybe Bostov said something Karin didn’t like.” He said with a wink causing Karin to weakly smile at the inside joke.

    “I’m sorry, Yuzu” Karin said faking guilt. “I accidentally smacked him during the night and he fell in the trash. I couldn’t get up and get him because of…” she trailed off looking at her dad for help.

    “Because of the car accident.” He finished for her. Karin quickly agreed and sighed in relief when Yuzu’s face softened.

    “Oh, sorry.” Yuzu finally said. “Guess it was just an accident then.” she said setting Kon down on the opposite bed who quickly scowled back at Karen. Karin turned her face away and pretended to be listening to Yuzu while she extended her good arm and flipped the stuffed lion off.

    “Well, I just came to check on you and see how you were feeling.” Isshin said checking the readings from the monitors that Karin was hooked up to and writing it down on her chart. “I’ll come back later with something for the pain after I check in the other patient. I’m sure you have some business you’d like to take care of first.” He said before walking out and pulling the curtain around the two girls. Karin looked to Yuzu and blushed as she noticed she had a diaper in her hands along with other changing supplies that made Karin aware of her current need.

    “Do you think I could-” Karin mumbled into her blanket.

    “Don’t even ask.” Yuzu said cutting her off. “You’re not getting up.” Karin sighed, Yuzu was right after all. She herself had refused to let others up for much less injuries than she had; why would she expect any different treatment? Karin never understood how people had such a hard time with this. All they had to do was pee after all, but as Karin tried, and failed to relax the muscle keeping everything in she realized it was easier said than done. Karin felt Yuzu staring at her as she blushed. Normally Karin couldn’t care less if Yuzu saw her naked, they shared a room together all their life after all, not to mention they were twins. Fraternal twins, but close enough. She had noticed last night this was different. She didn’t like her sister seeing her in such a compromising situation. There was just something about someone else wiping her butt that just didn’t sit right with her. Karin hated people taking care of her, or at least she thought she did as she blushed thinking about her dream the previous night. Was it a dream? It had felt so real and Karin had to admit, the close contact with that woman, whatever her name was, had been just what she needed. At least no one else had to know that happened.

    “Ready?” Yuzu asked lifting up the blanket as Karin forced it back down with a blush as she looked away. “I can always come back later.” Yuzu said with a sympathetic smile.

    “Thank you.” Karin mumbled as Yuzu slipped out of the curtain. She wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing. Wetting a diaper in front of her sister or not being able to wet a diaper in front of her sister after being a bitch to other patients having trouble with the same thing. Karin guessed this was Karma biting her in the ass.

    “Think you’ll be a little more compassionate later?” The voice said in her head.

    “It’s definitely not as easy as I thought it would be.” Karin whispered feeling more relaxed knowing the mystery woman was with her...sort of. “Why do I feel better and not mortified that you're talking to me while I’m trying to pee?” The woman chuckled.

    “Do I put you at ease, child?”

    “Oddly enough.” Karin admitted as she found the woman’s voice and presence soothing her anxiety even in a situation as personal as this.

    “I don’t know, last night I helped and you weren’t very grateful.” The woman teased. Karen thought back and realized she really had done her a favor. “Well I guess since you now understand, i’ll help you out again.” Karin smiled but wondered what was going to happen. Was she going to take away her control? The woman laughed again. “No, nothing like that. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Think about last night. Imagine you are in my arms once again and I am rocking you as you drift to sleep.” The woman said as Karin listened as she imagined herself back in the forest and at total peace. She could feel the urge to pee coming as she tried not to fight it. “That’s it, just relax and let everything out.” The woman encouraged as Karin was finally able to start. She put her hand on the outside of the diaper as she felt it grow warm and start expanding until finally she was completely empty. She closed her eyes again and sighed in relief. The pressure was painful against her bruised pelvis and she wondered if that was why she was having trouble going.

    “Thank you.” Karin quietly said as she waited for Yuzu to come back. She waited and waited until the wet diaper cooled and became irritable. “Hello?” she finally called out as the mere thought of spending one more minute in that cold diaper was torture.

    “Whatcha need?” Isshin called out from the other side of the curtain.

    “Where’s Yuzu?” Karin asked.

    “She went to school already. Can I come in?” He said popping his head in before she had a chance to respond. “Was there something you needed?” She was about to just say no but she remembered her mission for the day.

    “I need a …” Karin mumbled into her blanket.

    “What was that?” her dad asked coming closer.

    Karin swallowed and a took a deep breath. “A change.” she admitted still looking down.

    “A change of wha- oh.” He said as he noticed the supplies left by Yuzu and Karins red face.. “She didn’t take care of this before she left?” he asked annoyed as he ran his hand through his hair.

    “She tried to but I couldn’t” Karin began pausing to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat. “I wouldn’t have if I had known she had left. I would have just held it.”

    “No, Karin. I’m not going to ask that of you. Even a half full bladder is going to cause you pain right now. If you let your bladder fill too much right now, you’ll only irritate your swollen pelvis and you might have trouble going like you experienced. I should have mentioned something.” Isshin explained. “You shouldn’t have problems if you go at least once an hour, but if you wait any longer than that you could cause yourself unnecessary discomfort.”

    “Well, speaking of unnecessary discomfort.” Karin grimaced. Isshin lifted the sheets up Karins legs as Karin protested.

    “Don’t worry, I won’t take it off. I’m just going to take a look.” He said feeling the diaper by poking it with his hand. “You’re not in any danger of leaking, don’t worry. You can probably use it a few more times even.” Karin looked horrified by this news. How long was she going to have to sit in this disgusting thing? “We’ll figure something out don’t worry.” Isshin said before he left and later returned with a glass of water and pain pills for her to take. “Try and get some rest.” he said before pulling the curtain closed and leaving her there to wallow in her own bodily fluids.

    It grossed her out tremendously, but Karin followed her dad’s advice about going at least once an hour to avoid any pain. By the third wetting she was positive of two things: Firstly the diaper could hold no more and secondly; she was positive she had a rash. Her face felt like it had a permanent look of disgust and discomfort from her raw and itchy bottom. To pass the time she listened to the going ons of the clinic. One sprained ankle during a morning jog, one sinus infection, two pre-employment drug screens, a sports physical, and Karin didn’t even want to know the location of the rash her father was checking out for his last patient. The boredom and pain finally took their toll as she drifted in and out of sleep until a familiar voice caused her to open her eyes.

    “Yeah, I’m back in town on a recon trip. There’s been some reports of strange hollow activity again in the neighborhood. Since Ichigo can no longer take care of it and the Quincy’s methods are too brutal, they want me to look into it for a little while. I just came by to say hi.” The girl said.

    “Well, it’s nice to see you again. Where are you staying?” Isshin asked.

    “I’ll be staying with Orihime this time. I think it’s better if I don’t let Ichigo know I’m in town.” The girl explained. “Although I really am going to miss Yuzu’s cooking. Orihime’s recipes are a little…inedible.” she admitted after a pause. Karin quickly realized she wasn’t the only one who recognized who the voice belonged to as Kon quickly sprung to his stuffed feet from his lying position on the bed.

    “Could it really be!” Kon exclaimed as they heard a deep sigh come from the girl.

    “What are you doing in here, Kon?” The girl said annoyed as she popped her head in to scold the mod soul. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know anyone was in he- Karin!”

    “Hello, Rukia. It’s been awhile.” Karin said sheepishly smiling at the short raven haired girl.

    “What happened to you?” She asked as she pulled back the curtain to get a better look at her. There were bandages all over her and even her neck was in a brace.

    “Hmm, I think the rumor is I was playing in the street and got hit by a car.” Karin said as she watched Rukia roll her eyes at her.

    “How could you be so irresponsible?’ Rukia scolded.

    “Actually, that’s just what we are telling people like Yuzu who aren’t in the loop with everything.” Isshin explained. “Karin’s been leaking spiritual pressure worse than Ichigo. It was only a matter of time before a hollow came. For whatever reason Orihime’s powers seem to have no affect so once she feels better we will be working with her on the possibility of her taking over for Ichigo as a substitute soul reaper.”

    “Don’t look at me, I’m not giving any more of my powers to your kids.” Rukia said crossing her arms.

    “She has enough of her own thanks, don’t worry.” Isshin said remembering the jolt he got the previous night.

    “Oh, yeah so while I was out I met my zanpakuto.” Karin stated as if she had just mentioned what she had for lunch. “She’s a Kitsune.”

    “What?” Rukia said ogling at her. “That’s not possible, is it?”

    Isshin shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised. She had mentioned something about a fox last night and she’s been exhibiting strange electrical phenomenon. It could be possible she’s managed to tap into her soul reaper powers unassisted. It would explain the problems she’s been having.”

    “But she’s not even a soul reaper. How is this possible?”

    “Soul reapers are found and trained after death, but my kids are a little different. They were born already having those powers inside of them. Ichigo needed to nearly die before obtaining his. Karin on the other hand has shown much earlier development. Karin, do you know your zanpakuto’s name?”

    “No, she says i’m not ready for it until certain circumstances are met.”

    “Amazing.” Rukia said studying Karin. “I’m headed over to Orihime’s apartment now; it was nice seeing you all again. Good luck with everything.” She said waving to Karin.

    “Now’s your chance, little one.” the Kitsune said. “Show me you are not afraid.” Karin moaned internally. She had been waiting for some soccer mom to come into the clinic with 5 kids where she would remain anonymous, not an old friend. The thought of being in this soaked diaper any longer on the other hand was equally unbearable. She saw Rukia head for the door as a wave of panic and desperation overcame her and before she could stop herself she yelled out to her to wait.

    “Could you, umm, help me with something, please.” Karin quietly asked as her eyes fell to the floor. Rukia had never seen Karin look so flustered before. Wait, was she blushing? Rukia had never seen Karin show much more emotion than contempt and annoyance. She had even said please. Rukia came closer as her curiosity had gotten the better of her.

    “What is it?” Rukia asked a little softer than she normally would once she saw the look of desperation and humiliation on the younger girls face. The lump in Karin’s throat prevented her from coming right out and asking so instead she pointed to the changing supplies still sitting on the edge of her bed. Before Rukia could protest, Isshin had handed her a pair of gloves, thanked her by nearly crushing her in a bear hug and closed the curtain around them. What had she just gotten herself into? She was about to say “no way!” but the look on Karin’s face broke her heart. She slipped on the gloves and sighed. Here the Vice Captain of the 11th Division and member of the Kuchiki clan was about to change a human girls diaper. This had better not make its way back to her brother.

  5. Katie was nervous about her first blind date with someone her best girlfriend, Kelly, set her up with. It had been a long time since she bothered dating anyone and her friend nearly had to force her into it. Katie struggled with relationships due to her wild sexual fantasies which most men found too overwhelming. Any case, Katie figured she needed to keep an open mind.

    She ran her fingers through her dark curls and sipped on her beverage. Malibu and Coke was her drink of choice when she wanted to remain loose but still tactful enough to keep her guard up. Swaying back and forth to upbeat, alternative music, she decided to text Kelly.

    “I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this,” said Katie.

    “You’ll thank me later. Now hurry and get ready. He’ll be there soon,” responded Kelly.

    With a rush of anxiety tingling her nerves, Katie reached for the tequila and took a swig. As the liquor burned her throat she assessed herself in a full length mirror: short, tight black skirt, white tank, sparkly sandals. She looked pretty damn good.

    A bleep came from her phone and it was time to meet up with the mystery guy. Katie walked out of her apartment and walked to the bus stop. She rested on a bench and waited for her bus to arrive.

    “I’m starting to definitely feel that liquor. Maybe too much for a first date?” She thought to herself.

    Soon enough her bus came and boarded. As the bus made it’s way over the bumpy streets, Katie started to realize she probably should have peed before leaving the apartment. It wouldn’t be an issue as the rendezvous point was not far away.

    About ten minutes later Katie jumped off her bus and stepped into the coffee shop to meet the guy. She rolled her eyes at the cliché-ness of it all but the liquor gave her the strength to go through with it.

    “Hi, are you Katie?” Asked a tall man with dark, curly hair and piercing blue eyes.

    “Guilty,” Answered Katie.

    “I’m Jeff, it’s nice to meet you in person. I know this is awkward but let’s just have fun.”

    “Sure. It’s nice to meet you too.”

    Jeff bought her a latte and the two sat and started the meaningless banter of a first date. Katie has a habit of drinking everything too quickly and the latte was no exception. She played with her empty cup as the conversation progressed.

    “Let me buy you another one,” suggested Jeff.

    “Oh really? That’s so kind. I’m sorry I didn’t realize I drank it so fast.”

    “It’s not a problem. I’ll be right back,” he smiled.

    As soon as he got up, Katie noticed the pressure building in her bladder. If she were alone she would probably visit the restroom at this point. However, she didn’t want to look stupid in front of Jeff. She was finding him mildly interesting but was still not too excited about the whole thing. Jeff came back empty-handed.

    “You know, I decided I’d rather grab a drink with you instead of another coffee,” Jeff stated confidently.

    Katie appreciated him being so forward and accepted.

    They left immediately and headed down the road for a local bar.

    “I just feel like first dates are really weird and think if we have a few drinks, it will help us really get to know each other better,” explained Jeff.

    “That’s a good idea. I was actually so nervous before I met you, I already had a couple drinks and a shot,” admitted Katie.

    “You didn’t need to do that. You don’t have to be nervous around me.”

    Katie blushed and felt her panties get a little damp. She was naturally a submissive in the bedroom and she already pieced together that Jeff was a natural dominant. He might need some direction but the potential was there.

    When they got to the bar, it was already pretty crowded. The bar was located in a busy part of town and was surrounded by various other bars and clubs. Jeff fought off drunken customers to order their drinks. Katie shifted uncomfortably as she really started to notice her predicament. She glanced over at the restrooms and noticed an out-of-control line. Her heart sunk. She knew she’d have to hold it until she could convince Jeff to find somewhere else with a shorter line.

    Jeff came back with the drinks and began telling Katie about his life again. She sipped on her drink to take her mind off her need to piss. The procrastination from emptying her urine was also triggering her arousal.

    One, if not the main, fantasy Katie indulged was her pee fetish. She was reluctant to mention this one to anyone because they typically made her feel weird or disgusting. Katie tried to repress these urges throughout her adult life but they were embedded deep inside her. She loved the feeling of having a full bladder and not making it to the bathroom in time resulting in a sexy accident. She loved feeling pee dripping down her legs. She loved feeling her feet submerged in her puddle.

    She wasn’t listening to anything Jeff was saying at this point. She had downed the drink he gave her and he had replaced it with a second extremely strong drink like clockwork. This one was nearly gone as well. Her mind was a mess of mixed signals. She wanted to let her body be carried away in arousal and have an accident in front of all the other drunk people at the bar but she wanted to act like a semi-normal person in front of Jeff. He was, in fact, her best friend’s friend.

    “Hey, do you want to head to another bar, there’s a fun one down the street?” Katie offered.

    “Nah, I really like this one, let’s just stay here.”

    It’s almost like he knew what he was doing. Katie wondered if he was too a fan of desperation and wetting and had picked up on her strange behaviors. She began to dramatize some of her movements to see if he said anything. Plus, she actually needed help to keep holding on. Katie openly crossed her legs and looked over at the bathroom line, then back at Jeff.

    “Come on—let’s dance.” He grabbed her hand and pushed his way onto the dance floor.

    Katie now knew he was either incredibly unobservant or he was kind of enjoying her show. She needed to go so badly now, her dancing was very rigid and she would have to abort her efforts soon.

    At one point during the song she was bumped by someone causing her to leak a split second. Katie gasped and grabbed her pussy the best she could in the tight skirt. The alcohol caught up her too quickly and she really had overestimated her ability to hold on.

    “What’s wrong?” inquired Jeff.

    “I’m sorry, I just really have to pee,” whined Katie.

    “Well there’s the bathroom line over there.”

    “I’m afraid it’s too long. I don’t think I can hold it.”

    “You have to. You’re a big girl. You’re not just going to have an accident right here.”

    Katie was shocked by his response. If she really wasn’t about to lose control she would have to rub herself a few seconds. Her heart, bladder, and clitoris were all pounding as she hobbled over to the infinite line. Jeff followed watching his date disgrace herself. The line only increased Katie’s need and she had to openly hold herself. The people in line around her started to snicker.

    “Jeff, I really don’t think I can make it,” said Katie with tears in her eyes.

    “There’s no other choice. You have to hold it.”

    “What if we go to another bar or outside even?”

    “I’m not walking out of here with you like this. You look ridiculous.”

    Katie felt a few drops escape into her panties. It was happening. She had started to pee her panties.

    More drops came and her hand grew damp. She clenched her pussy as hard as she could for a last ditch effort.

    More drops.. a streak slowly started winding down each leg.

    “WHAT THE FUCK, KATIE?! ARE YOU wetting YOURSELF?!” Jeff yelled and everyone in line turned to look at her.

    It was too much and her bladder gave in completely. Pee gushed through her panties. Most of it poured down her legs and some fell straight to the floor. Her sparkly shoes became immersed in urine. The people in front and behind her quickly moved out the way to avoid being splashed by her accident. Katie had never been so red in her face. She heard laughter, rude comments, felt people pointing at her and could even swear she saw someone take a picture. As she finished emptying, Jeff aggressively grabbed her arm and pulled her out of line. They didn’t talk as he led her out of the bar. She had no idea what to do or say. She always wanted to have a very public accident but this was totally unplanned.

    “I’m calling you a cab.” Jeff finally said.

    Katie just nodded, her eyes still avoid his. She admired the pee droplets on her already sparkly shoes.

    The cab arrived and Jeff put her in and paid. As the cab pulled away, Katie glanced up at him. He had a smirk on his face that was unreadable by her. She wasn’t sure if he secretly loved her accident, if he just loved asserting his control over her, or if he thought she was disgusting. The only thing Katie knew for sure at this point was she was going to always remember her accident in line at the bar while pleasuring herself. In fact, she began rubbing her wet panties in the cab on the way home. Hopefully Kelly wouldn’t ask her how the date went.

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  6. Warning!!! This chapter contains panty pooping and messing! I advise against reading if you dislike any of those things. This chapter continues Alice's day after work. Enjoy!!

    Alice leaves the office, her bladder feeling quite relieved. Her panties are still soaked from wetting them, and are clinging uncomfortably to her damp pussy and asscrack. She heads to her car and decides to drive to the local drug store in the strip mall near her office.

    Alice arrives to pick up her normal prescription when a little container catches her eye. A small box which says suppositories an easy relief makes her shiver. Alice has always been curious about being desperate to go number 2! The instructions mentions inserting into her anus and taking 30-45 minutes to begin to work.

    "That's plenty of time to get home and change" Alice thought a snatching the box. She checks out and walks back to her car, and stomach feeling full from this mornings breakfast. Alice starts her car and pulls into a alley between stores. She unbuckles herself and searches for anyone nearby. Clear. Alice leans to one side and lifts up her skirt. Biting her lip in pleasure, she moans pulling down her wet panties.

    She opens the box and grabs the suppository. Alice grins naughtily as she inserts one into her tight butt hole. Her anus closes swallowing the bullet-like object. She quickly starts her car and rushes for home.

    As Alice approaches her subdivision, her bowels begin to rumble slightly. Alice gasps in excitement as she pulls into her driveway. Finally home, she walks inside her ranch style home and heads to her room to change.

    Alice takes off her work top, skirt, panties and bra off. She then puts on a cute yellow pair of transparent pair of panties. Next, Alice goes to the kitchen to start making herself some lunch. By now she only has 5 minutes before the suppository kicks in.

    Alice gathers her ingredients and starts to feel her bowels cramp up and really gurgle. She will be in need of the toilet very soon. She continues to prepare her lunch without much difficulty.

    As Alice is eating, she suddenly jolts in her chair as her bowels contract and start to shift. A fart escapes and Alice gasps, "oh I really need to go soon! I can hold it longer" she reassured herself and placing a hand on her full bowels. Another 5 minutes passed and Alice finishes her lunch and cleans up.

    Alice walks carefully to her den and goes on her computer to browse the Internet. Another wave of cramps hits her and she quickly shoves a hand on anus to help hold in her load a little longer. She is now dancing and squirming in her seat. "Oh I'm getting so horny from this" Alice moans noticing her hard nipples.

    Little does she now but there is a pair of eyeballs staring at her thorough the window careful not to be caught. Alice doesn't notice this at all.

    Alice continues to hold her full bowels, struggling to keep her poop from escaping. Alice is now dripping with nervous sweat from desperation. She moans in agony feeling another cramp hit her. Alice can't take it any longer. She prances to the bathroom.

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    Alice breaks her trance and uses both hands to open the door and step into her bathroom. "Oh no I'm too late! Oh and I've soiled myself and these nice panties!" Alice sighs. Her poop is still forcing is way into her panties as she turns to face the mirror.

    "Mmm it kinda feels good. I can't believe I had an accident. She purrs. I better clean up and shower now."

    Alice strips herself and thinks she hears footsteps rushing quietly away from her window. She shrugs it off and gets in the shower.

    -End

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    It was a cool cloudless day outside Winry Rockbells Grandmother’s cottage in the country. Winry and Edward Elric were preparing a lunch for their friends Simon and Yoko Littner. It was the first time that Simon and Yoko had been to Winry and Edwards’s home, having met while the groups were out traveling. But Winry believed the tacos, beans, rice and other goodies she was preparing would be a wonderful welcome.

    “WINRY! are you almost done cooking?” Edward yelled for about the 10th time.

    “Seriously, Ed if you ask that one more time I am going dismantle that arm of yours and beat you with it. Also pipe down our guest will be here soon.”

    “She can be kind of scary sometimes.” Edward thought to himself.

    Edward was starving and was really hoping that Simon and Yoko arrived soon.

    There was a knock on the door, and the sound of Simon's voice asking if they were on time. Simon and Yoko let themselves in, smiling at their hosts. Despite being in a casual setting, Yoko was wearing her incredibly revealing white-and-red military-esque outfit, complete with the star-shaped bra barely containing her ample chest. She eyed the plate of food, her eyes widening. "Is that all for us?" she said, giving Winry a friendly smile.

    “You’re here!” Winry said “Please, take a seat anywhere at the table. I will be just a moment longer.” Winry quickly ran back to the kitchen to get the rest of the food.

    Meanwhile, Edward stood up from his spot at the table and went over to greet the two guests.

    “Hey guys, it has been quite a while. I hope you’re both hungry. Winry has been cooking all day long. I swear, she thinks she is feeding an army not four people.”

    “Oh trust me; Yoko here can pack away more food than anybody I have ever seen.” Simon said glancing at Yoko, who was staring quite intently at the pile of food already on the table. “We skipped breakfast to make it here on time. Something I kind of regret with the frequent whining I had to hear.”

    “Tell me about it.” Winry said giving Edward a look as she heaved the last plate onto the table. Winry walked back to the kitchen and hung up her apron; without it Simon could see that Winry was wearing her usual tank top and black skirt. “Come on everyone let’s sit and eat.”

    Yoko nudged Simon sharply with her elbow. "Come on, I don't eat that much" she said, crossing her arms. Her and Simon took a seat, Yoko eyeing the food, waiting until it became socially acceptable for her to dig into the meal. Simon was right about the whole breakfast thing, she was totally starving, and ready to stuff her face with everything there.

    “Winry, this meal is amazing! Everything is cooked to perfection.” Yoko said with her mouth full of what would be her 6th or 7th taco. “Glad you like it. You have to try the spinach dip. It was a recipe my granny came up with” Winry replied with her mouth occupied by a large spoonful of beans and her hands gathering up a generous portion of the dip. Meanwhile, at the other end of the table, Edward and Simon were staring open mouthed as the two ladies devoured the pile of food in front of them. “Where does it all go? Edward whispered to Simon. “I don’t know. They’re both not very big girls. But I can swear their bellies are a little…” He cut off as both girls whipped their heads around at the exact same time and glared daggers at the two guys. Edward and Simon both did their best to appear innocent. Winry was going to send some choice words the boy’s way when suddenly, her stomach felt too tight and began to make a slow rumble.

    Yoko's stomach was growling out a low sound too. She could feel the skin on her belly get tighter and tighter. "Ughhhhh" she moaned, already regretting how much she had crammed her face before. She put a hand on her stomach, rubbing it in gentle, circular motions, trying to ease the pain.

    Looking across the table, Yoko could tell Winry was in the same situation as she. Winry had a slight pained expression and her stomach looked visibly bloated to Yoko. Winry’s tight white tank top was now stretched and did little to hide her stomach. Then again, Yoko’s stomach was in pretty much the same state. Yoko could almost feel all of that rich food sitting heavily inside her. Then suddenly! Pfffft, Yoko blushed furiously as the small fart escaped her. She quickly glanced at Winry, who had her hand up to her mouth, trying to conceal a smile and a small laugh.

    Winry laughed, and at the same time, released a loud fart of her own. Her stomach, filled with food, and very overtly bloated, due to her exposed midriff, grumbled loudly, telegraphing the arrival of another fart. She released more, heavy, deep-sounding flatulence, as the smell of Yoko’s fart began to reach her nose

    “Oh that’s awful.” Winry said while covering her nose with her hand and continuing to laugh. Yoko meanwhile, took a second to look down the table and see both Simon and Edward staring flabbergasted at the girls. “What? You never saw a girl have a little gas before.” Yoko said and released a very high pitched fart. Edward just sat and looked at the two girls. He noticed Winry with her belly distended, leaning back exposing more of her stomach and Yoko who, while already quite exposed, looked awfully good in her current predicament.

    The girls were now locked in a kind of fart-based war, as Yoko released another wave of gas, accompanied with a high-pitched fanning it in Winry's general direction. Her full stomach was still churning and gurgling, preparing itself to release another foul fart.

    Winry, while preparing her counter attack, suddenly felt a small cramp in her stomach and thought to herself “uh oh”. It was inevitable, but she hadn’t given any thought to what eating all of that food would do to her. Yoko laughed at Winry’s slightly pained expression and declared herself the winner of war. "Looks like you’re all out of gas Winry. Pun very much intended. haha."

    Yoko was now prepared to finish Winry off, and end this warfare once and for all. Unfortunately, with a gurgle of her stomach, she found herself clenching immediately, nearly soiling herself. "Ugh, really?" she said, rubbing her bloated stomach, trying to soothe it.

    The girls who had almost completely ignored the boys up to this point suddenly noticed that they were in a quite but heated argument amongst themselves. "I'm telling you Edward, Yoko would make a much bigger mess than Winry any day. You saw how much she ate." Simon said "And I am telling you to look at Winry right now and tell me how she wouldn't go before Yoko and at the same time beat her in capacity. Heck I am surprised she hasn't dashed to the bathroom yet." Edward replied to Simon. "What are you guys yammering about over there?" Winry asked not quite sure what to make of their conversation.

    Yoko was still pressing down on her stomach, using all of her ironclad will to keep herself from messing her panties in front of everyone. "Uh, sorry everyone, I have to use the bathroom" she said, standing up, and immediately dashing towards the restroom as fast as she could, her stomach wobbling a bit, and sloshing as she did.

    "Oh no you don't." Winry exclaimed and jumped up to run after Yoko. Both boys immediately stood up and followed Yoko and Winry. When they caught up with the girls both were fighting over who would get to use the bathroom first. "It's my house. I should get to use the toilet first." Winry said as another cramp took her stomach "Uhh, come on Yoko I can't hold it much longer move!"

    "Not a chance. You're the one that decided to feed us that food. Sorry but if anyone is messing herself it's you." Yoko who now decided to play a little dirty, pushed on Winry's stomach and was rewarded with a deep rumble followed by a massive fart and moan from Winry who only barely managed to hang on. “Why you…” Winry growled as she prepared to pounce on Yoko.

    “STOP IT!” Simon and Edward both yelled in unison. Both the girls halted their assault on each other and stared at the guys. “We have an idea.” Simon said His face turning bright red. “We think we have a way to resolve the current situation and have a little fun at the same time. Edward and I propose a contest…” Edward smiled and continued where Simon left off “Both of you are obviously in the same state.” Edward said while indicating the girls groaning and holding their over full bellies. “So we think this is the perfect opportunity to see which one of you would be the winner in a contest of who can create the biggest mess!” Edward finished as he pulled two very white diapers from behind his back.

    The strangest thing about Yoko's situation was her reaction, snatching one of the diapers from his hands with a huff, staring directly at Winry. She chuckled. "Now in addition to being the prettiest, I'll also get to prove myself the messiest" she said, dropping her panties to the ground, and pulling the diaper up, in a way that didn't expose her much, only giving a brief glimpse of her bare rear.

    “Oh no, you are not going to get me into a diaper.” Winry said as she began to head into the bathroom

    “Well than I guess I win by default. You guys know she couldn’t beat me anyway. Even with what she ate before, miss petite just doesn’t… have it… in her. ” Yoko said emphasizing the last few words.

    “It’s not about that it’s just…” Winry turned around and stammered a bit attempting to come up with an argument. “This was ludicrous, right?” She thought to herself. But once she looked up she saw that both the boys looked slightly disappointed at her refusal and that was kind of sad. She also noticed, that Yoko was really too smug in this instance. Winry huffed and threw her arms up because she knew she would have to wipe that smile off Yoko’s face. “Give me the diaper.”

    Yoko was still smiling, gladly handing the diaper over to Winry. "Oh well, this is really just a longer way to the same result, that is, me winning" Yoko said, as smug as ever.

    "We'll see about that" Winry said, snatching the diaper from her hands, and dropping her pants, and then her panties, without the slightest bit of hesitation or shame.

    Winry quickly opened the diaper and after a moment of figuring it out, she got it on and tightly secured. Surprisingly, it was rather comfortable. Winry enjoyed the way it hugged her butt and the rest of her. “So there, I am ready Yoko. Now what? Do we just go or should we eat more until we just go? What?”

    Yoko paused, thinking about it. "I think we should eat more, and hold it until we can't anymore. You know, to ensure that I, I mean, we, can make the biggest messes" she turned to Simon. "You'll feed me, right? I can't poop unless I have some food in me!" Simon nodded. "And you'll do the same for me, right, Edward?" Winry said, looking more determined than ever to win. Edward nodded. "Yeah"

    The two girls wobbled back to the table with their already stuffed bellies and sat down across from each other. The guys sat down next to their girls and each grabbed some food. “Here is how this is going to work.” Edward started. “Once you can’t hold it any longer and mess yourself you are out. The other may continue to eat until she to messes. The winner at the end is the one with the largest mess. Sound good?” The girls nodded together.

    Yoko opened her mouth, as Simon rushed to shove something in her mouth. What he chose was a burrito, and a massive one at that, it looked as though it was around 20 pounds, and bigger than Yoko's entire head. Yoko chewed and swallowed it without hesitation, the sheer size of the thing had caused her stomach to bulge out visibly already. Yoko was breathing deeply, trying desperately not to shit herself yet, despite the pains in her stomach tempting her to do otherwise.

    Winry, surprised at what Yoko just devoured, steeled herself, took a deep breath and looked at Edward. Edward looked at the table, trying to decide what to feed Winry. He settled on a salad bowel sized serving of rice and beans. Once Winry had finally finished the rice and beans she was breathing heavily and her stomach gurgled ominously. Suddenly, she looked startled and let out a massive fart. Her face turned bright red and she thought this was it, she lost. After it was over she had to stand up and put a hand to her diaper. Everyone waited in anticipation as Winry looked up. “Just making room.” Winry said and laughed with a big smile as she sat back down and put a hands on her stomach.

    Yoko looked up at Simon. "You know what? I'll try feeding myself for a while" she said, letting out a thunderous fart of her own, while serving herself some rice and beans. "From now on, you'll be my official belly rubber"

    Simon nodded, leaping into action, gently rubbing Yoko's increasingly bloated belly, to ease any stomach problems she may have had, while she continued to gorge herself on gassy foods.

    “Yoko! Oh no you don’t.” Winry exclaimed as she to, began digging into the food in front of her. Winry was not about to give in. She had come too far into this now. She knew she couldn’t eat much more but she had to try. Unfortunately, she could feel all the food she had eaten earlier trying to get out. But she had to fight it, she knew, in order to beat Yoko.

    Yoko looked at her smugly. Normally, she wouldn't have been able to eat much more, but Simon's gentle belly rubs were a huge help to her. She reminded herself to thank Simon later, for standing directly in the cloud of gas she had created around herself, but he didn't seem to mind all that much. She supposed it was just his impressive willpower at work. Instead of farting, she belched, feeling her stomach begin to approach its absolute limits, as well as her ability to hold it in. Still, she continued to cram herself full of food, looking as though she was a full nine months pregnant.

    Winry was just about to stuff another taco into her mouth when she was assaulted with a large cramp and gasped, trying desperately to hold in the mess inside her. Winry looked down at herself; she could see her overly bloated stomach sticking out beneath her tank top. “This might be it.” She thought to herself. She rested her hand on her stomach and could feel it churning and writhing. Another cramp hit her and she knew she couldn’t hold it any longer.

    Winry tried to stand and move out from the table but she didn’t make it. Once she stood, her body pushed and strained, she had to grab the table and she bent over at the waist over it. “Oh no!” She gasped, and as if signaling her end, she let out a wet fart and lost all control. Her stomach was cramping and she could feel the mess pooling in the diaper. Winry was amazed that the diaper could hold her mess; at the same time she was amazed out how it ballooned out and expanded. In a very embarrassing manner she farted, groaned and pooped herself. However, once it was all over, she was impressed with the massive mess she had made. Even though she lost control first she was still confident her mess would be the biggest.

    "Not bad" Yoko said, smiling at her. "Too bad you couldn't hold it for longer than me, right Simon?" she turned around, seeing that Simon had run for cover, her gas finally becoming too much for him. "Oh well, I'm sure I could still eat a-"

    Without warning, she felt a warm, squishy, bubbling sensation beneath her, as her stomach cramped up like nothing she had ever felt. With a loud, ripping fart, she felt her diaper swell up beneath her, her bloated stomach rumbling. Every time she thought she was done messing, she would produce another vulgar fart, and end up dropping another large load. By time she was done, she could feel her diaper sagging between her legs, feeling warm and heavy.

    There was silence in the room for a brief moment until, both girls looked at each other and began laughing. “I can’t believe we did that.” Yoko said as the laughter died down. “Oh but it was kind of fun Yoko.” Winry replied with a smile. “I feel so much better though; there was just so much mess. Boys, it is now time to decide the winner. So get back over here.” Right after Yoko had lost control; both boys retreated to a safe distance to escape both the gas and uncertainty if the diaper might hold the load it was subjected to. “While that was impressive Yoko I think I may still have you. By the looks of it, Yoko you might want to get a new diaper on as soon as possible judging by that tummy of yours you may not be finished.” Winry said. Although Winry was bringing up Yoko’s stomach, she was uncertain if her own stomach, still slightly distended, wouldn’t be needing a new diaper after the judging.

    "So, how are we going to judge this?" Yoko asked, unconsciously rubbing her stomach, which still felt swollen and irritated. She chuckled at Winry's comment. "Well, that's nothing but a compliment, if you ask me" she said, proudly. Yoko turned her head, trying to get a good look at the size of her opponent's mess, while Winry did the same.

    “I’ve got it!” Winry exclaimed. “Edward, in my workshop there is a scale, go grab it please.” “Sure Winry. Simon, come here and help me. The scale is kind of heavy.” Edward and Simon ran to Winry’s workshop and dragged her scale in to the room. “Thank you guys for getting that. I use this scale to measure larger metal pieces I use. It should be able to handle these diapers. I guess I will go first. Who’s going to help me get this diaper up there?” Winry looked around at Simon and Edward.

    Simon paused, seeing Winry looking at him. "Well, I guess it'd make more sense if I helped Yoko! Uh, Edward, you should probably help Winry, right?" he chuckled nervously, as Winry crossed her arms. "I hope you're strong enough to hoist me up there on your own, this diaper is like twice my own weight" she said grumpily.

    “Sure Winry I will get you up there.” Edward said hesitantly. Carefully, Edward grabbed the back of Winry’s diaper and heaved it up on to the scale. They all looked at the scale and surprise. “Beat that Yoko!” Winry said and whooped as Edward helped her off the scale. “Oh I can defiantly do better than that.” Yoko rushed to the scale with Simon, red faced, carrying her diaper to the scale.

    Simon heaved, eventually managing to shove Yoko up onto the scale. She sighed, as Winry cheered. "Yes!" Winry said. "Looks like I won!" suddenly, Yoko's stomach let out a massive growl. "Uh oh" Yoko said, placing a hand on her belly. With a gassy fart, she began to fill her diaper again, with the digested remains of all the food she had managed to eat after Winry messed herself. Her diaper became more and more huge, as the number on the scale went up more and more.

    The huge smile that was on Winry’s face was replaced with a slight scowl as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I told you that wasn’t it.” Winry said with a sigh. “Congratulations Yoko.”

    “Oh yea! I am the winner. I am the messiest!” Yoko continued to gloat for few seconds more and then said “Now somebody please help me down from here.” When she looked though, everyone had backed up a good distance. “Sorry Yoko, you really stink. We’re just going to go outside for a second for some fresh air.” Simon said. Everyone looked at him and laughed.

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    ... Silence. I knew he was still standing there. He wasn't moving. I hadn't noticed because of how scared I was, my urge to pee was intense. I tried not to wiggle and worm to much. I heard the footsteps getting closer to us, but very slowly. We felt his footsteps right next to us. He was so close to us we could hear him breathing. I held Len tight, fearing for my life. My panties were damp. I was really about to burst. Suddenly, we heard the footsteps walking away from us. Then we heard the door slam shut as he walked away. I started silently crying and Len comforted me. I was crying like a baby and moaning. I was so scared and my need to pee was so great, i let it all out without trying to stop myself. Lens face was red but he was mature about the situation. He called the cops and we went to our houses. We never told anybody what happened that day. At school the next day, I apologized for ruining his favorite pair of pants.

    (Switching back to narrarator)

    Ashley and Len woke up cold on that Saturday morning, Len woke up first. He noticed Ashley was still sleeping and he lifted the sheets and got out of bed. He noticed his side was wet. He touched it then sniffed his finger. "This smells like urine..." He said.

    He lifted the sheets and saw Ashley with a soaking wet bum. At first he thought it was gross, but then he was..... Intrigued. He slowly put his hand on her wet pants. He then put his hand on her wet ass. He sniffed his hand again. He was enjoying it. Ashley started to wake up. So Len stood up and shook her to wake up, telling her she wet the bed. She was still waking up and didn't realize the situation. Then her face turned bright red at what had happened. "I'm.. So so sorry.. I don't know why.." Len interrupted her and said it was fine. He asked her " did you have a nightmare last night? You were moaning in your sleep." She told him that she had a dream about what happened to them when they were 13. "It was just a dream, it's ok."

    She started to take out some clothes, she started undressing in front if him. Len looked down at her wet pussy. He was very turned on and he asked her if she needed anything. She asked for a wipe. Len gave her a baby wipe and she at down on the end of the bed. She lifted her legs up and started wiping her bottom and vagina. The posisition she was in literally made Len drool. She then put on some tight white panties, and sweatpants. She put on a tan top and then took the sheets off the bed saying she would wash them. He said it was fine and to go eat breakfast. When she left the room, Len went over to her laundry and took out her soaked pink panties. He touched them and sniffed them. He thought that it was wonderful and he should have found out about this type of stuff sooner.

    (I'll upload more tommorow, thanks for reading!)

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    “Nnn… Nura~…”

    The Simirror bites her lip as she shuffles awkwardly, pressing her feet together under her robe to stave off the impending sense of pressure she’s feeling. Seeing her companion, the purple Cupie whining for her, in such distress only heightens her own awareness of her need.

    “I really gotta pee,” Taavi whimpers again, one nub thoroughly ensconced between his feet. He’s never been known for having much shame, but they’re in a public place and he’s essentially holding himself like a pufflet. “Really…”

    “I know,” she replies, her calm voice not betraying a single bit of her own body’s urges. “We haven’t much longer to wait, though… please try to be patient. The ship doctors have many people to attend to today…”

    One of the realities of living on a ship was that regular healthcare was somewhat compromised. The Cornucopia’s crew did its best, but with such a large freighter there was almost inevitably too few staff for too many crewmates. So when specialists managed to land on ports, there generally was some massive call for their services all at once. In this case? Urologists.

    Though neither Taavi nor Nura had much of a history of bladder issues, it was seen as necessary for them to be checked like anyone else. The difference was, perhaps, a matter of poor luck: unfortunately, they were the last chosen of the day, and this had meant they’d been holding the five-standard-unit-drinks of water they’d been instructed to consume for a good two hours longer than they were supposed to.

    Nura figured that, on her own, she could have dealt with it easily enough. Like most Simirrors, she had an iron will and a focus that was capable of retreating into itself, blotting out all distractions. It was a natural tendency of the mental-focused Simirrors to lose themselves in thought, and in such a state Nura often forgot to eat, let alone relieve herself. But having the vocal, squirming Taavi in the seat next to her kept reminding her of the predicament they were both in.

    “Aah…” Taavi mewls, curling his tiny pink feet inward. “Nura, please… can’t I just go…?” There’s an edge to his whining that is less plaintive and more serious now. “I’m all s-sore…” And swollen, Nura can’t help but note. Her partner’s slit is just so subtly bulging, not enough for an untrained eye to notice but blatant to her gaze.

    “Just hold on,” she murmurs, eyes flicking to the timer on the wall. Ten minutes, she tells herself, fighting the urge to put her hands in her lap to hold her own crotch. That would be improper.

    The Cupie lets out a sad, needy sound and crosses his feet again, straightening up in the chair. He’s been wriggling a lot, and it keeps drawing Nura’s eye to him. She has to admit… there’s a certain strange charm that he manages to have even now, pouting and slightly flushed, his wings quivering a little from the restrained urge. She’s seen him in desperate situations before – frantic to mate, or deliriously hungry, or half-out of his mind from illness… he somehow is often cute in many of those situations, and this isn’t an exception.

    … Why is she thinking of Taavi this way, though? Surely just seeing his puffy slitfolds tinted pink isn’t enough to arouse her by now… and he has to pee, which isn’t particularly conducive to sensuality. Still, seeing him squirm like this reminds her of his need to mate during his season…

    “If this takes much longer I’m gonna pee myself,” Taavi mews, shifting to hold himself more openly. He’s given up any pretense of hiding his need. “Aaah…”

    “Two more m-minutes,” Nura replies, her own desire betrayed with the slight shake of her voice. Hoping nobody’s particularly paying attention, she shifts her hands to her lap to lightly hold herself, feeling the fabric of her robe cling to the outside of her swollen vulva. Being so full… her bladder is putting pressure on everything inside, and she feels hot and heavy there, stuffed in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant but that sharpens her need to just let loose

    “Ms. Bakkal?” the Halcandran Dee receptionist asks, blinking soft yellow eyes at her. “The doctor will see you two now.”

    Taavi takes a long time to stand, his metal eyepiece blinking red erratically as he lifts himself off the chair. “Hhh…” He groans in a restrained sort of way, shifting a nub to his slit openly. Nura would be more embarrassed for them both if they weren’t essentially alone; the only people around now are doctors and nurses. Still, doesn’t Taavi have any sense of propriety? She would have thought he could handle himself a little better…

    “Come on, Taavi,” she urges, half because she doesn’t want to stand there shifting from foot to foot and half because she wants to get to the relief of a bathroom as soon as possible.

    “’K-‘Kay…” Taavi doesn’t even have the energy to be sing-song, and his small lips are drawn thinly as he takes plodding steps into the urologist’s office. His prosthetic wing clicks with every step, a sign that he’s not focusing on adjusting the ratchets properly. His need must be getting really bad… it occurs to Nura that perhaps he’s not exaggerating, despite the Cupie’s tendency to do so.

    The Simirror draws her robe closer to her body, squeezes her own feet together as close as she dares, and follows Taavi into the room.

    Since the Cornucopia is primarily a freighter, she is used to having many crewmates living on board her for months or years at a time. With all this in mind, she carries much of the latest technology and comforts of home. However, her medical bay is something of a hodge-podge – because of the variant bodies and the limitations of her mostly-Halcandran technology, her crew has had to take many liberties when it came to stocking equipment.

    As such, the urologist isn’t working next to a proper bench. Though the Squishy doctor has arrayed herself with equipment, her tentacles are busy arranging plastic sheeting over what has to be a repurposed surgical bench. When she notices Taavi and Nura, she gives a friendly wave with an unoccupied major arm.

    “Sorry,” she says, in the strange ‘wavy’ way that Aqualiss residents tend to use. “Lots of people today!” She laughs, in a burbling manner, and gestures again to the bench. “Which first?”

    Nura hesitates. Her usual embarrassment of being seen and felt by a stranger trickles to the surface, much like the liquid still filling her overstuffed bladder. “Ah… well, I suppose I could w-wait…” she murmurs, uncomfortably. Sure, she has to go… but so does Taavi…

    “No, Nura should go first,” Taavi says a little breathlessly, even though he’s holding himself. “You need to pee too, right, Nura~?” He manages a smile.

    “Well –“ Stars, Taavi, do you have to be so blunt?! “… Somewhat, I suppose – I just… you’re obviously much more distressed, and I can wait –“

    “Nnnn…” Taavi hesitates, asymmetrical eyes staring at her, metal and organic alike. Finally, though, he relaxes a bit, at the prospect of getting to go first – and thus relieve himself. “Okay…”

    The Squishy nods good-naturedly. “You two are the last. So there is no rush.” Her slippery arms, covered in latex sheaths, reach up to pull the sheeting into place on the bench, and Nura watches Taavi climb up. His motions are slow and shivering, and he squeezes his nub even closer to his skin as he pulls himself into place on the bench. His desperation filters back into her own consciousness, pressing into her mind, reminding her of her own abdominal fullness… she bites back a little hiss and presses her feet so closely together that her robe bunches in the middle.

    “With all d-due respect, if there’s some way we could finish it up quickly…” A hesitation, as Nura can see Taavi eyeing her with concern. “Er, so my friend can be a-alright…”

    “I’ll try,” replies the Squishy doctor, wriggling her short walking tentacles as she brings her arms up to smear the ultrasound gel on Taavi’s flesh.

    “Aah! … Nn, that’s slippery… hh…” At first, Taavi doesn’t look particularly uncomfortable, but as the Squishy starts coating his lower belly his eye suddenly goes a little wide, the eyepiece blinking in alarm. “Eep!” He definitely twitched there… Nura can almost feel the need pouring off of him like it’s a physical thing, pressing into her like the sensations she gets from crystals, writ in her mind’s eye…

    And she’s sure that she can see a little moisture, just a little, trailing from the edge of his slit.

    Still, Taavi holds on, panting very slightly – nothing exaggerated like he might usually be, but an extra sort of shallowness as he wriggles on the bench. As though nothing was wrong, the Squishy continues her work, tapping the machine behind her with her extra arms. Nura realizes with an awkward sort of sardonic feeling that, as a urologist, she must see a lot of patients wet themselves…

    But she doesn’t want to be one of them. The knowledge that Taavi is so close to the edge though… it makes her both determined to hang on for his sake and strangely… curious. Is he actually going to be able to handle the procedure?

    As the Squishy lowers her probe to Taavi’s belly, the Cupie flushes. “A-Are you gonna press down?”

    “I must,” the urologist replies, looking a little apologetic. “The sensor works with pressure.”

    “B-But I… I’m gonna pee if you do that…” Taavi mumbles, actually looking chastened for once. His slit is even more swollen than before, Nura realizes, and the usual flat line of his belly is oh-so-slightly elevated…

    “I will be as quick as possible…” The squidlike being moves the sensor against Taavi’s glistening stomach, and the Cupie sucks in a breath, eye a bit wide. Unable to grab at his own slit, his nubs slide to the side of the bench, clinging there; he mewls, whimpering as his slit actually flexes, enough to show a hint of candy-pink inside. The urologist, for her part, is nothing but professional and reassuring; her deft tentacles move over Taavi’s body carefully, trying not to press too hard…

    “N-nnn… haaah…” Taavi’s breathing is so loud now that Nura can easily hear the hitch in every inhale. The Simirror feels a strange mixture of anticipation – for what? – and sympathetic bladder twinges as she watches Taavi shudder on the bench, aching for satisfaction and relief. His genital slit is so swollen she keeps expecting his penis to start emerging, and he’s wiggling and flushed, looking so needy… his eyes slide over to hers, and he manages a very trembling smile. “I-I’m… I’m okay, I just… o-oh…!”

    A particularly deep press of the probe seems to have temporarily overwhelmed Taavi’s defenses. The Cupie squeaks in alarm as a hot, brief jet of urine leaves his slit, spattering the bench. He flushes more and lifts his feet, trying to close them together to stave the flow off. “H-Haah, oh… s-sorry, I just – I couldn’t h-help it…” the male babbles, blushing and grinning weakly, managing to get a hold of himself again even as liquid trickles down his bare back. “Nnn… w-wow, I… I gotta go so bad…”

    Seeing Taavi release a little of his pent-up fluids in such a dramatic way sends a wave of pressure through Nura’s own bladder, pushing insistently against her urethra. She swallows hard, sweat standing on the bare skin under her robes. It’s starting to get really difficult not to just go

    … And the worst part of all this, Nura realizes with intense mortification, is that she’s… aroused. She doesn’t know whether it’s the intense pressure on her insides, which honestly feels good, or seeing Taavi so needy, but something about this ridiculous situation is making her wet.

    A few more protracted moments of silent desperation, and the Squishy doctor withdraws her probe. “You’re finished,” she says, ushering the shivering puff off the bench. But he doesn’t immediately leave, even though he has to hold himself – and Nura can see little droplets leaving him anyway, something that makes her have to fight back an especially intense burst of pressure…

    “I’m w-waiting for Nura,” he declares breathlessly.

    “Taavi, please…“ Nura mumbles, but she doesn’t argue. It’s hard enough for her to clamber up the bench, her body hot and shuddering, her insides twinging with every motion. The pressure, so intense that it’s almost good, and the embarrassment of exposing her bare belly to a stranger – even a nice, well-meaning stranger – and knowing Taavi’s standing there trying not to wet himself… it’s some weird, perverted endorphin high, and she just shudders on the bench.

    The Squishy silently works, smearing gel on Nura’s belly with the lightest touches she can muster. Up until now Nura had been able to block out most of the more intense twinges of her bladder, attempting to meditate like her spells taught her, but the Simirror is helpless against the way her body is demanding relief now. It’s not-quite-painful, enough to make her writhe and cross her feet until the probe is pushed there, and then all Nura can do is fist her fingerpads in the paper sheet like Taavi did –

    “N-Nura… it’s okay…”

    Despite his own need, Taavi’s little nub closes around her hand, and Nura looks almost shamefully over at him. He’s quivering but smiling weakly. “You’re g-gonna be okay, nn…”

    Nura doubts that, now that her pulsing bladder is so close to release. Even though she isn’t fighting gravity laying back, the pressure on her belly is just making this worse. But she tries to hold on, tries to clutch her muscles tighter around the waves of need in her body, her arms shuddering as her skin sticks to the metal bench.

    Somehow, barely, Nura manages to hold on; though a few thin shameful droplets escape her labia to drip down, it’s nothing visible. Shivering, she lifts herself into a half-standing position, her slit so swollen and plump that she can feel it tingling. The urologist gives them both apologetic looks. “Sorry again for the delay…”

    “W-We’ll be alright,” Nura mumbles, blushing. She just wants to get to the nearest bathroom before she really does pee… luckily, it’s only a few feet away, across the hall. Even so, getting up is so intensely difficult when her body is so full; her feet shake, and she has to cross them to stop herself. Too needy to care about propriety anymore, Nura even presses her fingerpad between her feet, holding herself openly. “Hh…” She shuffles a little from foot to foot as Taavi accompanies her, half-leaning on Nura’s shoulder as they make their slow, uncomfortable way to the bathroom.

    They’re barely inside the door before Taavi’s almost straddling the toilet, whimpering as his slit flexes openly. Like Nura, he’s been holding so long that his urine actually doesn’t come out at first; only a pitiful little stream, and then a hot burst or two of fluid, pouring from his hypersensitive slit. His moan of gratification as his little body empties itself is… almost pornographic. “A-Aaaah…”

    “T-Taavi…!” Nura squeals, the wet sound of the other’s release too much to handle in her frantic state. “I’m… a-ah, I can’t…!” She flushes, dragging her hat down partially out of habit to hide her face, her cowlick matted with sweat. Lacking any other options, the shameful Simirror woman yanks up the bottom of her robe, baring her swollen vulva to the cool air of the bathroom. It’s just in time, because a quavering jet of urine escapes her flexing slit. Even seeing that feels incredibly dirty, but the sheer relief… NOVA, it’s like an orgasm.

    Taavi actually pulls himself away from the toilet at that, stopping his stream and staring quietly as Nura’s trembling body releases another few hot spurts, which pool on the tile floor. He sidles himself alongside the blushing, shaking Nura, before pushing his nub right up against her dripping slit and rubbing gently. Nura gasps at the unexpected contact. “Wh-what…?”

    “Just pee~” Taavi says in his usual soft, gentle sing-song, smiling almost beatifically. “You really have to go, and you look sore… so I’ll rub you better while you pee, okay…?”

    Nura swallows. She can’t even help it anymore; her sore, stressed bladder is making her leak against Taavi’s palm, and even if this is the most embarrassing thing in the world she can’t deny it feels so good – the combination of the delicious, wonderful sensation of relieving herself, and the pleasure of her exposed clitoris being massaged, is just incredible. So she inhales, loud enough to make her mechanical air tank hiss in concert, and lets go.

    Almost instantly, hot urine flows over Taavi’s nub, splashing to the floor in an ever-growing puddle. He just pants softly, rubbing his own dripping slit as he leaks as well around his own nub, the mutual mess running together as he coos quietly at Nura’s relief. Nura whimpers, and then moans, her hiked-up robes bunched in her hands like a lifeline as Taavi continues to massage her. She can’t believe how much was inside her bladder; the torrent feels endless, flowing out of her, and the release of it is so good that she couldn’t stop now even if she wanted to…

    … Eventually, though, Nura’s bladder empties. Taavi’s still rubbing her vulva and clitoris, more masturbating her than anything now, and his penis has begun to evert, slipping out of his glossy, swollen slit. They’re both covered in sweat, a diluted puddle of pee under them both.

    “That f-felt really good, huh…?” Taavi asks, his eye hooded.

    “I… I…” Nura stammers in response, embarrassed and aroused; embarrassed that she is aroused. “… Well… I, er, I s-suppose… perhaps…”

    “I’ve never had to pee so bad before,” the Cupie continues, his tone low and thick. “I was really swollen… and I saw you looking, Nura~”

    Now Nura’s blushing more than even before she wet herself. “A-And…?”

    “And… I kind of wanted you to rub me, just like how I rubbed you… hee hee, but it’s a little dirty, isn’t it~?” Taavi closes his eye, smiling almost awkwardly… and he’s blushing? Wow. That’s rare for him. “I’ve never really, um… liked pee before, eheheh… but being so full really felt kinda nice.” He looks candidly up at Nura. “And I’m super-sensitive now…”

    “Do you still have to, er… void?” the Simirror asks awkwardly, pulling off one of her gloves almost as an afterthought.

    “Yeah…”

    “W-Well, then… I suppose I should return the favour, so to speak…” Nura bites her plush lip, glowing pink eyes overbright, before she shifts her bare hand under Taavi’s slit. He’s so hot and full there already, and he mewls as Nura’s fingerpad presses against the skin, rubbing gently… he replaces his own nub at the same time, and Nura can’t help but splay her feet.

    Pretty soon they’re both rocking against each other’s hands, and Taavi is panting, his penis almost fully everted. It’s harder to pee with an erection, so what’s left of his wetting is slow, more like spurts than a constant stream; it’s almost like pre-ejaculate, and it has a similar raunchy effect of making Taavi’s needy body seem wanton and hungry for touch. The purple Cupie shudders, green and metal wings twitching and flapping as he rubs Nura more aggressively, massaging her clitoris until a very different fluid from urine leaves her.

    The Simirror’s bladder being so full before makes her squirting orgasm feel even better than usual. It’s mind-spinning in its intensity, suffusing her shaking body like electricity humming from every nerve, like stars shining in the depths of her mind. Nura gasps aloud at the intense sensations, shuddering bodily against Taavi even as she continues her ministrations on him.

    Nura keeps pumping Taavi until the Cupie’s moans reach high, keening cries, and soon he’s shaking and clinging to her, slit twitching as his ridged penis pulses in her fingers. As the purple puff reaches his peak, Nura shifts her grip to his knot, and squeezes gently. He squeals, his body vibrating slightly as he climaxes – loud and sharp, semen spurting from him to splatter on his own wet belly as he wriggles and squirms. Evidently the ejaculation feels just as incredible for him as it does for Nura, because he coos in a throaty, sensual way that would’ve made Nura wet even without everything else happening.

    It’s only after the euphoria of their orgasms die down that Nura manages to take full mental stock of the situation. They’re slumped in the bathroom in a puddle of their own cooling pee and cum… after a Stars-damned urologist appointment. Somehow, the absurdity of the situation is so ridiculous that Nura smiles awkwardly… and then Taavi starts to giggle, and Nura chuckles along with him, and pretty soon they’re both laughing in embarrassment and relief and the strange mutual satisfaction that comes from doing something really bizarre together and both enjoying it.

    Eventually Taavi’s laughing fades into soft giggles, and he nuzzles Nura’s flushed, sweat-soaked cheek reassuringly, smiling into her skin despite the strangeness of everything. Seeing the Cupie’s smiling face, Nura knows that regardless of how weird things get, her friend and lover will always be there for her…

    … Even if it’s going to involve a lot of cleaning up after.

    “… You know… I think we have another doctor’s appointment next month, hee hee~”

    “Taavi, you are absolutely incorrigible.”

  9. Meeting at the Point

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    Meeting at The Point Chapter 1: School on Friday

    Casey walked in to high school that morning with a grin on her face, and a hand over her bladder. Today was the day she was going to ask out her friend Lindsay if she wanted to go to Hill Point, a deserted cliff upon a hill in Northwest Greenville. Casey had had eyes on Lindsay since they first met, in 5th grade. Casey wasn’t sure if Lindsay was a lesbian like she was, but after hanging out with her numerous times with her and her friends, she often made lesbian remarks that strangely, none of her friends ever picked up on.

    Lindsay and Casey saw each other every day in 3rd and 8th period during school. Casey was on her way to homeroom, and she realized that a small wet spot on the bottom of her pants started to appear, thinking about Lindsay, Casey realized that she almost wet herself. Casey hadn’t gone since when she woke up and she had had two glasses of water since then. The urge wasn’t bad, and she was planning on having two more bottles of water during lunch, hoping she could hold it through the day past gym class.

    8th period would be torture period because most of the machines she was working with involved keeping your legs quite open. Casey checked her watch and realized she was going to be late, she rushed upstairs to her locker. Casey put down her backpack and opened her locker. The locker opened and Casey opened her backpack and started jamming books in her backpack and books from last night’s homework assignment back in to her locker.

    She finally finished, and put her lock back on when she realized Lindsay was standing over her.

    Hi Casey, Lindsay said. Hey Lindsay, said Casey. I see you are at your locker, do you need help carrying anything? I’m fine thanks, Casey replied. If there’s anything you want help with, just ask, k? Sure, thanks a lot Casey replied. Lindsay happily skipped off, her legs slightly crossed, and Casey could tell that the feeling they had between each other was possibly mutual, and that made Casey feel both very happy, and very aroused. It also seemed that the need to pee was mutual, as Casey noticed Lindsay too had many sure signs of desperation.

    Casey walked in to the classroom and sat down in the back, and unfortunately, Lindsay was in the second row, making it impossible for them to talk to each other without Mrs. Kathleen, their homeroom and math teacher, noticing.

    Casey copied down her homework, but noticed something strange in the second row that made Casey feel intrigued. Casey noticed that under her desk on her lap, Lindsay was writing on a sticky note. That seemed quite unusual because, Lindsay never took notes and didn’t care much about her math grade. Then, Lindsay did something else that intrigued, Lindsay gave the note to a fellow class mate who was also a friend of hers, and started to pass it back. From row to row it came towards the back of the classroom, eventually reaching Casey.

    With pure interest, Casey opened up the folded note and read it,

    You look very pretty today Casey, do you want to hang out after school?

    Casey got a rush of happiness to her brain, it seemed like Lindsay maybe was in to her, after all, there were the lesbian comments in past weeks indirectly referencing her, the sudden offers of favors at the lockers, and now this, this was good evidence. Casey was always taught, if something happens twice it was most likely a coincidence, but if that certain thing happens three times, it could mean there was a pattern, and Casey felt that note may have been here third incidence, indicating that there sure as hell may have been a pattern. Casey crossed her legs in excitement, peeing a little at the joy of the situation. There was a pattern, there just had to be…

    A couple of hours later lunch started and Casey made her way to Lindsay’s table, sitting down next to her. Hi Lindsay Casey said happily, I got your note. Lindsay smiled and leaned in closer to her. I was serious, you are mighty pretty today. Thanks, so I noticed you asked if I wanted to go some place after school, and I know just the place. Where? Lindsay asked.

    You know Hill Point right, north part of town, off the hiking trail on the hill? Yeah, I sure do, I used to always go there with my parents and camp, but after all that heavy littering, my parents and I, and everyone else according to my recent walks up there, have deserted the place completely. Well then, it sounds like a good place to go tonight Casey said. Casey bounced in her seat, and had her hand in her crotch, a small barely noticeable wet spot on her jeans. You need to pee don’t you? Lindsay asked. Casey blushed, as she noticed she was way too visible to everyone, and that Lindsay probably wasn’t the only one who noticed she was on the verge of wetting herself. Oh my god, you noticed Casey said, shocked. I sure noticed, and I think it’s cute Lindsay said. You do? Sure as hell Lindsay responded, I love holding my pee, it makes me feel soooo horny. That’s so awesome, I love holding my pee Casey said. Tonight will be fun then Lindsay said, she had such a plan for Casey, such a plan…

    A few hours later, Casey was absolutely bursting for a pee. It was gym class, and they were using the weight room.

    Okay girls and boys, said their gym coach, Mr. Baron said, I would like one of the girls to demonstrate the usage of one of our new machines. A few raised their hands, but Mr. Baron was reluctant to pick any of them, even though they were begging. Casey had a bad feeling about this, mostly because she had never demonstrated in gym class. And that bad feeling was right. Mr. Baron made direct eye contact with her, probably noticing how bad she needed to go. Casey, I haven’t seen you do anything in a while, so how about you demonstrate? Mr. Baron, do I have too? Casey pleaded. Yes Mr. Baron said, you haven’t done anything in the entire year, so I am going to make sure you get up there.

    Casey stood up and walked slowly to the machine and sat down, spreading her legs on the machine. Casey tried to use all her bladder muscles, but it was no use. As she spread out her legs the first time, the flood gates broke. A sharp, powerful stream of pee shot out of her, soaking through her shorts in an instant, and spraying all over the floor. The pee puddle on the machine grew and started running down it, making the floor wet all around her. After another twenty or so seconds, she was done peeing, and soaked everything. Everyone had a look of shock on their faces, except for Lindsay, who had a huge ass grin on her face…

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    Lily and Mikey are on a road trip to a hill station, but Lily gets pretty desperate after a couple of hours...

    Lily nibbled on her bottom lip, rubbing her thighs together. Damn Coke… She cursed. It was rather hard for Mikey to concentrate on driving with her exotic moans and whimpers, bending and holding, squirming and shifting…

    His lips slightly parted, he glanced at her, full of lust, then, unfortunately, diverted his eyes back to the street. All he could think of was pulling Lily into his lap and hearing her moan, squirm, then lose control right on him, and feel her pee dribble down, all over his legs.

    They had been together for about 2 years, now. Mikey; had baby-blue eyes with perfectly-matching spiky blond hair and adorable freckles. He was in his casual clothing; a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt and some blue jeans with canvas shoes. Lily; had sparkling blue eyes with long, chestnut hair. Though they were traveling to a hill station, she wore a long, white tank-top with blue shorts, showing off her great figure.

    “Mikey?” She said, her voice shaking with desperation, snapping him out of his thoughts. “How much longer...?”

    “About 30 minutes,” He replied. “Do you think you can--”

    “Yes, I can.” She cut him off. She could be snappy when she had to pee…

    All Lily could think of, though, was the toilet… and her warm, wet urine seeping through her legs…

    Right at the thought of it, as if called for, a small spurt of pee escaped her groin, dampening her pants. She squealed, shoving both her hands in between her legs, holding herself tight.

    God, it felt so good… but there was so much more inside her. Much, much more. And she wanted to release it all... there and then. Her need to pee was increasing rapidly, and she had to go more than ever.

    “Hurry up,” She begged, a small whimper escaping her lips.

    “Hey...” Mikey narrowed his baby-blue eyes, staring at a sign on the street. “Look, a petrol stop!”

    She beamed, perking up, her bladder demanding immediate relief. “H-hurry! Please,” She begged.

    He pulled into the driveway. Lily burst open the door of the car, not bothering to close it behind her as she half-ran toward the toilets. Mikey followed her, partially because he wanted to make sure she was alright, partially because he desperately wanted her to burst.

    There was just one washroom. It was pretty big, actually, with a basin, some space, and the toilet. Lily rushed in, closing the door only halfway, tugging onto her zipper desperately.

    It wouldn't come off.

    “Oh, no, no, no, please,” She moaned, squirming and trying even harder.

    “Lily...” Mikey whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist from the back and pulling her closer, making her squeal. “Just let it go,” he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She squirmed even more, whimpering.

    His hands traveled down to her bladder, and rubbed on it gently; teasingly, even. She moaned with protest, her legs shivering with desperation. There was no way she could hold anymore.

    Finally, the dam broke. Torrents of urine flowed down her legs, as she moaned with pleasure. “M-Mike...” He moaned back, loving the sensation just as much as her, pressing against her tightly.

    It felt so good…

    “I can't go out like this...” Lily murmured, nuzzling against Mikey's soft, warm figure, after they stayed there for nearly half a minute, panting.

    “You can stay here while I run back to the car and get some extras from the suitcase,” Mikey whispered, now facing Lily, removing a lock of brown hair from her face and setting it behind her ear. She bit her lip and smiled. “You're so smart… I love you,” She rested her hands around his neck, pecking his lips, then whispering into his ear, “We should do this more often...”

    Mikey just smirked.

  10. (This chapter may get a little gross. Just warning you now. . .IT ISN'T GROSS!!! didnt add it in this is omorashi not. . .that. . .other stuff. . .just sayin. . .)

    Koko wiggled a bit, feeling bored and contained. Matt had put her in a diaper and a playpin and wasn't allowed to even read. She sat up, looking at her stub-like "hands" and stubby feet. "When can I come out," she asked, hearing the light crinkles from the diaper as she moved a little.

    "Never," he laughed.

    The bunny "frowned" and kicked her legs, laying on her stomach, her tail feathering a bit from her legs. She flinched and saw her master squirming a bit, his legs crossed. Koko wiggled her tail. "Do you need to urinate," she said quietly.

    "N-No. . ."

    She crawled onto the other side of the fence and nuzzled his leg, her rabbit ears grazing his skin. Matt squirmed some more and she got in his lap, her stubby hands tapping his legs. He held himself tight, the back of his hand pressing her plush fabric. Koko tilted her head when she felt something touching her. And it wasn't just Matt's legs and chest.

    In a split second, Matt's pants were down as well as his boxers and he was pulling at her shorts. Like that they were on the floor( she can't touch the floor and doesn't have ankles\feet to keep them there). Urine was trickling down their legs and on the ground.

    "Feel warm?"

    "Yes. . ."

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    They say when you like someone, you want to spend every second with them. I’m not entirely sure how accurate that is, but I don’t remember being quite as excited as I was when Levi agreed to come over after school.

    He’d been new this week and I don’t know if he likes hanging out with me, or if having new friends just sounds appealing to him, but I do know that I sure do like him. I mean, how could I not?

    He’s practically the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, what with his feminine build, slim waist and he’s downright tiny in height for a boy. He’s got longer black hair that’s constantly either in his light blue eyes or stuck off to the side with one of his sister’s bobby pins. His nose is what my mom likes to call ‘fairy – like’ due to how small it is in contrast to the rest of his face and he has freckles dusted under his eyes and along the bridge of his nose.

    Levi’s worn nothing but ripped, colored jeans and a t-shirt with some rock band’s logo on it all week and today was no exception. Today his jeans are light blue, and the band is Paramore.

    The jeans are the same color as the bus seats we’re sitting on and his small legs nearly blend into the design. He has his head leaning against the back of the seat his eyelids are drooping; I vaguely remember a conversation we had earlier in the week about how much he loves long car rides because they sooth his insomnia and help him sleep.

    “You can sleep, you know,” I tell him, “My bus stop’s the lost one and it’s nearly an hour away. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

    “Okay,” he says softly, before shifting so he can rest his head against my shoulder.

    Smiling, I put my headphone back in and turn back to the short story I have to finish for school. Levi and I attend a performing arts high school. I’m a literary arts major, and Levi’s a musical theater major.

    He’d auditioned a bit late, but because it’s his senior year and his last chance at getting in, they’d let him, while I’ve been attending since seventh grade, which is the first year you can attend.

    The bus hits a bump in the road and Levi sits up quickly.

    “You okay?” I ask, pulling out a headphone again.

    Letting out a long breath through his grit teeth, he nods solemnly. Shrugging, I put the headphone back in and Levi assumes the position he was in seconds before.

    I don’t think much about it until the bus jerks to a stop to let the third stop off. Levi’s face scrunches up and his nails dig into his kneecaps.

    I nudge him gently with my elbow and he looks up at me sleepily.

    “What’s wrong?” I ask.

    “Nothing,” he mutters, before closing his eyes again.

    “It’s obviously not nothing,” I say, gesturing the way he’s squirming his legs.

    He groans and crosses his ankles.

    “I just really have to pee, okay?” he whispers, leaning close to me so no one else can hear him, “I forgot that your bus ride is twice as long as mine.”

    And yeah, that makes sense; he had guzzled away two water bottles during P.E. He’s only the art student I’ve come across that put his all into the sports we played here, despite just how bad and uncoordinated he is.

    The bus hits another bump and his hands fly to his lap before he remembers where he is. He looks away from me quickly, blushing.

    “Do you think you’ll make it?” I ask, eying the way his foot keeps tapping against the floor.

    I can’t tell if he’s just suddenly getting desperate, or if the confession made him feel less obligated to hide just how much he has to go.

    “How much longer?”

    I check the time on my iPod.

    “’Little under half an hour,” I tell him.

    “Pray for me,” he says, and I take that as a ‘no.’

    I twist my body to look behind us. The back of the bus is nearly empty now that the biggest stop has been dropped off.

    “The back is almost empty,” I murmur, leaning in just as close as he had been to me seconds before, “I have a towel in my gym bag. If worst comes to worst, you can piss in that.”

    He looks at me with a look of disgust before squeaking and going rigid. He squeezes his thighs together tightly for a few seconds before relaxing the slightest bit, but still quite obviously on guard.

    “Did you just leak?” I ask, strangely excited by the idea of it.

    “Shut up,” he tries to hiss, but it sounds much more like a whine, “Let’s just get to the back. Please.”

    I nod and lean forward.

    “I’ll grab your stuff for you,” I say, noticing the way that leaning over only squishes his bladder against his thighs.

    “Thank you,” he says, getting up.

    He grips the back of the bus seat in front of us with his face scrunched up for a few seconds before moving to the back.

    I slip both of our book bags onto one shoulder and use my other arm for my laptop and P.E. bag. I move to the back where Levi is now sitting, squirming his legs around and biting his bottom lip so hard it’s bleeding the tiniest bit.

    “Jesus,” I mutter, sitting down next to him, “You must really have to go.”

    “I’m bursting,” he agrees.

    I place our stuff on the floor and quickly open my gym bag.

    “Hurry, please, Alex,” he begs, trying to unbutton his pants.

    I nod and pull the old Pokémon towel out of my bag. I hand it over to Levi, who leaks a bit in anticipation. Blushing, he jams the towel into his crotch.

    The back is only filled by a sleeping blond girl that’s sprawled out on the seat diagonal from us, but I lift my knees to block the view of Levi’s actions just in case.

    I don’t mean to look, but it’s practically hypnotizing to watch the way the towel goes from being blue to a shade darker as Levi wets. He moans a bit in relief and his eyelids flutter.

    While the rest of him relaxes, his hands quickly grab as much of the towel as they can and push it closer to him. I glance at his boxers that are now resting around his knees and find that he had indeed leaked when I thought he had.

    The material is obviously wet, and so are the inside of his jeans, though it wasn’t enough to leak through the front. His thighs are a bit wet as well.

    The towel starts darkening more rapidly and Levi glances at me from the corner of his eyes.

    “Don’t look,” he whines.

    So, I turn away and watch the blonde girl’s chest rise and fall instead. A few seconds later, Levi taps my shoulder.

    “What do I do with this?” he squeaks, cheeks bright red.

    I open my gym bag and he looks at me for permission before setting it in.

    “This is embarrassing,” he whispers, inspecting his wet boxers before pulling them back on with a grimace.

    I stay silent, not really sure what to say to relieve him of his embarrassment.

    “I’m sorry,” he says after taking a few deep breathes and pulling his jeans back up, “I don’t normally go at school because I shy bladder – the only reason I could go now is because I was going uncontrollably, I tried to stop it, I really did, I’m so sorry - and public restrooms are just disgusting in genial, and I always have to go when I’m nervous and I’m always nervous when I go to someone’s house for the first time and I forgot that your bus ride is longer and I should’ve went when I had the chance and –“

    “Levi!” I practically yell, and he flinches, “it’s totally cool, dude. It happens to the best of us.”

    He smiles a bit and nods, though his cheeks are still bright red.

    “Um,” he says, rubbing his arm self-consciously, “Normally when I hold it that long I have to go pretty quickly again soon. Do you happen to have another towel?”

    Laughing, I shake my head.

    “No, but I have an empty bottle,” I say, snatching it off of the side of my gym bag.

    “Okay,” Levi says, taking it with a small smile.

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    This has scat, farting, piss, and other really gross things, so seriously, if that bothers you, leave, because it gets nasty as hell from here. Also, I know trolls can't get pregnant in canon, roll with it

    I did not write this, my friend http://rainbowdiapers.deviantart.com/ asked me to post this here for him, so please give any credit to him :3

    Terezi Pyrope had a problem. She was, in fact, far more of a freak than any of the trolls could have imagined. Compared to her secret desires, her obsession with the color red and tendency to lick people was nothing. Even Equius's strange horse infatuation and whatever the hell is up with Gamzee paled in comparison to her secret depravity. To add to this, she was also pregnant, her hormones raging, her desires heightened. She had to go on, wanting desperately to share her desires with Dave or Karkat, but there was no way, they would be disgusted, so she kept her dirty little secret to herself. That is, until she got herself an idea.

    Who better to fulfill her secret fetishes without judgement than her own ancestor? She took after Redglare, so it was only natural that her dirty thoughts must exist throughout the entire Pyrope bloodline. She wandered through the dreambubbles, for a few hours, until she finally located her Ancestor, a taller version of herself with a much more full, mature figure. She was also pregnant, but with a much more impressive stomach, jutting out massively, with a visible popped navel underneath her clothes.

    "H3Y, R3DGL4R3" she shouted at her ancestor.

    "Yes, greetings, Terezi" she said calmly.

    "WH4T'S W1TH YOUR VO1C3?" she said, referring of course to her lack of a quirk.

    "I used to assume the same tone that you do now, but, I have resorted to talking in a more proper manner, since it's easier to take me seriously when I don't T4LK L1K3 TH1S"

    Terezi sighed.

    "W3LL, 1 W4NT3D TO 4SK YOU SOM3TH1NG" she said. "DO YOU 3V3R H4V3 SOM3TH1NG YOU R34LLY W4NT TO DO BUT YOU C4N'T T3LL 4NYON3 B3C4US3 1T'S GROSS"

    Redglare's cheeks immediately flushed a shade of turquoise. She cleared her throat. "I assume you're referring to...the, uh"

    "SH1TT1NG ON 34CH OTH3R, Y34H"

    "Keep it down" Redglare said, hushing her ancestor. "Yes, that. I'd, uh, enjoy taking you to a more private location to, well, defecate and urinate on you"

    "GR34T, 1LL T4K3 YOU B4CK TO MY H1V3"

    Terezi lead Redglare back to her hive, conversation between the two was nonexistent. Without a word, Terezi lead her inside, through the rooms, and into an area that they could conduct their filthy behavior in peace.

    Terezi removed her clothes, baring her large breasts, swollen from pregnancy and nook, that was leaking her light blue genetic fluids. Her belly was also visible, a perfectly round sphere with a rock-hard navel. Redglare removed her garments as well, showing off her body, with much larger, monstrous breasts, and a nook that was equally wet with arousal. Her own pregnant belly was fully exposed, dwarfing Terezi's

    Terezi laid on her back, mouth open, a big, wicked grin on her face. Redglare walked over to her, positioning her ass right above her ancestor's face.

    "H3Y, C4N YOU F4RT ON M3 F1RST?" she said, still smiling.

    Redglare took a deep breath, squatting down slightly. Her asshole could be seen puckering, and opening up a bit, as she released a loud, nasty fart. Terezi inhaled deeply, savoring every second of the putrid scent.

    She moaned, beginning to stroke her own nook.

    "Oh, I'm sorry, that must have been the grubloaf I have this morning" she said. She released another deep, wet fart right in Terezi's face, who sniffed it all up, loving the feel of the warm air and stench surrounding her. She pleasured herself aggressively, letting out yelps and moans.

    "1 W4NT SOM3 P1SS" she said. Redglare obliged, spreading the petals of her nook, and raining down a golden stream of urine all over Terezi's fertile body. Terezi used her long tongue, licking up the few drops of golden liquid that she could.

    "NOW T4K3 4 B1G SH1T ON M3" she said, ready to go into the final level of her twisted fetishes.

    Redglare obeyed, spreading her asscheeks apart, as the remains of her morning grubloaf had begun to turtle out from her asshole. The thick, brown, chunky log of solid shit plopped itself right down on Terezi's chest, landing in her cleavage. In response, Terezi decided to take a shit herself, a large, clay-colored coil making its way out of her anus.

    "MOR3" Terezi demanded.

    Redglare moved forward a bit, taking another huge, smelly pile on her belly, forming a perfect, almost cartoonish coil on her big, round stomach. Terezi stood to her feet. "1 TH1NK 1TS MY TURN" she said. Redglare took the hint, laying down on the ground, exposed. Terezi planted her asshole above Redglare, ripping an unimaginably odorous fart right into her nostrils. Redglare's eyes watered from the scent. Determined to outdo her ancestor, Terezi pulled her ass cheeks apart, and dropped a thick brown turd onto Redglare's bloated belly, much larger than anything that had come out of Redglare. It continued to pour out, in all of its thick, stinky horribleness, forming an increasingly large pile on Redglare's tummy. Finally, the turdy onslaught stopped, leaving only an enormous pile of waste on Redglare's round stomach.

    Redglare had been pleasuring herself the whole time, and managed to reach her climax, spraying her fluids all over the floor. Terezi, who had also been fingering herself throughout, released her own sex juices at the same time. The two trolls paused, before Redglare looked up at her partner.

    "Just so you know, I'm not cleaning up" she said.

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    “What do you want to do?” Mark asks, turning on the bed so his body hangs off of it.

    Ashton shrugs from his spot on the floor. He’s not really sure how he ended up here considering it is his house, but he did.

    “I dunno; you’re the guest, what do you want to do?” he asks.

    The other boy shrugs and turns onto his stomach.

    “We can do one of those ‘I can make you pee’ quizzes,” he offers.

    Ashton scrunches up his nose.

    “And why would we do that?”

    “We can make a bet out of it,” Mark says, propping himself up on his elbows, “If I win, I get your signed Blink CD. If you win, you get my signed New Found Glory. Deal?”

    “That sounds oddly fair, yet not at all at the same time.”

    “So, you’re in?”

    “Duh.”

    They spend the next couple of minutes on Google before Ashton speaks up.

    “What about this one?” he asks, before handing his phone over to Mark.

    He looks it over quickly before handing it back.

    “No, there are too many questions,” Mark says.

    Ashton takes his phone back quizzically.

    “I thought we wanted questions?”

    The other shakes his head.

    “No, we want one with activities; a few questions is okay but we want one with mostly activities.”

    “Well,” Aston drawls, “how about this one?”

    Mark takes Ashton’s phone back and looks over the questions

    .

    1.) Drink two cups of a drink of your choice, and then wait ten minutes. What happened?

    2.) Push on your bladder for thirty seconds and DON’T squirm. What happened?

    3.) Lie down on your stomach and place a balled up fist to your bladder and spread your legs for two minutes. What happened?

    4.) Drink another glass and wait for ten minutes. What happened?

    5.) Do 20 jumping Marks. What happened?

    6.) Sit on the toilet and let out a small spurt. What happened?

    7.) Drink another glass while pushing your bladder against a counter. What happened?

    8.) Let out a small trickle but stop after six seconds. What happened?

    9.) Did you make it?

    “This could work,” he muses.

    Ashton nods and tosses his phone onto the bed.

    “’Kay, I’ll keep it up then. How are we gonna do this?”

    “Well,” Mark sighs, “We can both go the bathroom and start empty.”

    “That’s fair.”

    The boys both get up and use the restroom; Ashton upstairs and Mark downstairs. They regroup in the kitchen a few minutes later, each holding two cans of Pepsi.

    “Is there a time limit on how long we take to drink them or…?” Ashton trails off.

    Mark shakes his head.

    “No, but I think we’d be better off if we chugged them for this to work.”

    Ashton nods and then they’re both popping open their first can and downing it. Mark finishes his cans first, finishing with a satisfied burp that makes Ahston snort with laughter. He finishes soon after and crushes both cans in his hands.

    “I set a timer on my phone,” Mark says, “Want to watch TV while we wait?”

    Ahston nods and they move to the living-room, both pretending they can’t feel the liquid sloshing in their stomachs. It’s not that they already have to go, it’s that the liquid is very there and very much threatening to suddenly push itself into their bladders.

    They settle on the couch to watch The Regular Show. Mark sets his feet on Ahston’s lap, who absent-mindedly rubs his ankles.

    They watch the show without actually watching it until Mark’s phone goes off. The annoying sci-fi noise fills the small room and Ahston groans.

    “Sorry,” Mark says, shutting off, “Did you bring your phone?”

    Ahston nods and hands it over.

    “Okay, I guess now we answer what happened.”

    Ahston leans over so he can see the answers as well.

    1.) Nothing happened; I still don’t have to go.

    2.) I can barely feel it.

    3.) I kind of have to go.

    4.) The need is mild.

    5.) I’m squirming a bit.

    6.) I’m squirming and moaning.

    7.) I’m barely holding on.

    8.) I’m going to lose it soon.

    9.) I’m leaking.

    10.) I already lost.

    “I’m at two,” Ahston says softly.

    Mark nods and clicks on Ahston’s answer.

    “I’m probably still a one.”

    Ahston blushes. Can he really be losing already?

    “Okay; what’s next?”

    “Push on your bladder for thirty seconds.”

    Ahston nods and they both stand up.

    “So I’m thinking I press you on, you press on me? If we each press on ourselves we’ll be too scared that we’ll hurt ourselves and that’s not going to help anything. I mean, I’m not aiming to hurt you but it’ll be enough pressure that you’ll actually be able to feel, you know?” Mark says.

    Ahston nods again. It seems to be all he’s capable of doing when Mark wants to do something.

    Mark sets another timer on his phone and tosses it on the couch. Ahston turns so his back is facing Mark and pretends another blush doesn’t cover his cheeks when he snakes his arms around his waist and presses both of his hands tightly against Ahston’s skin.

    Ahston scrunches his nose at the assault on his bladder. Mark digs his fingers in enough that Ahston actually feels like he has to go. He shifts his weight from side to side and bites his lip.

    “Is this actually working?” Mark asks, moving his fingers to massage the area in a way that’s supposed to be comforting.

    To Ahston, it just seems like a cruel joke. He scrunches up the rest of his face and wonders how he can go from being practically fine to feeling like he’s going to lose it in ten seconds.

    The annoying sci-fi sounds rings through the house again and Mark removes his hands. Ahston instantly feels two kinds of relief, one in his burning cheeks and one in his bladder.

    The first one doesn’t last for long because once the alarm is reset it’s Ahston with his arms around Mark. He digs his fingers into Mark’s skin harder than he intended as a form of revenge. Okay, so maybe he didn’t mean to push as hard as he was, but his hand is like two fucking inches away from Mark’s dick.

    Mark shifts his position after sixteen seconds, defiantly feeling the effects of Ahston’s hands. The pressure almost feels painful and he’s pretty sure he shouldn’t be this uncomfortable this fast. What surprises him even more is the way it goes away when Ahston removes his hands and then it’s like it never happened.

    “That was weird,” he murmurs.

    Ahston grunts in agreement.

    “So, where were you?” Mark asks.

    Ahston makes a face.

    “I was at like a seven when you were pressing but then it went back to a two when you let go.”

    The other nods in agreement.

    “Yeah, same. Except, you know, it went back to a one.”

    He’s given a playful shove.

    “No bragging,” Ahston says, “What’s next?”

    Mark gets on the floor and balls up his right hand into a fist before placing it between his bladder and the carpeted floor. He stretches his legs out in an over-dramatic manner and glances up at Ahston.

    “This.”

    Ahston shrugs and assumes the position. They lay so they’re facing each other, three inches apart. Mark puts the phone in front of him and Ahston rests his face in his left palm.

    The pressure isn’t as bad as it was when they were pushing on each other, but it’s definitely there. Ahston squirms his legs a bit in discomfort and Mark pretends not to notice. Ahston returns the favor when Mark does it too.

    The hardest part of the whole thing for Ahston is knowing that the game is meant to make you pee. It’s easy to forget about how much you have to go when you’re out and doing things, which makes it easier to hold in general. During something like this though, peeing is hard to get off of your mind. It’s makes the need to go a bit more urgent and he’s squeezing all of his muscles to the point of exhaustion early on and making small noises of complaints even though in all actuality he doesn’t even really have to go.

    Mark is having a similar problem and just wants to be able to squeeze his legs together. He tries to distract himself by staring at Ahston’s face. He manages to notice a few specks of colors in their brown depths that he hadn’t noticed before.

    Eventually the alarm goes off again and both sigh in relief. Mark instantly presses his thighs together and Ahston goes as far as to hold himself through his jeans.

    “So I’m almost defiantly at a four now,” Mark mutters.

    “Same.”

    Ahston sits up and snatches his phone off of the couch.

    “Now we do the same thing for number one.”

    They both do the same thing all over again, even going as far as to watch the end of the cartoon they’d started before. Ahston bites his lip and slides back and forth on the couch to shift his legs. His need still isn’t bad, it’s just the thought of pee, pee, pee, how much did I drink again? Pee, pee, pee, do you have to go yet? That’s bothering him.

    Mark fades in out of sleep during that set time, having gotten bored with the show. Every couple of seconds he jolts in his sleep and tenses, leaving Ahston to rub his legs muscles to relax enough to just do it again. The situation has set in enough to seep into his subconscious and give him unwanted dreams of nothing but the feeling you get when you go and it’s so real and vivid enough that he’s scared he’s actually doing it, right here where Ahston isn’t just close enough to see it but to feel it as well.

    They’re both extremely happy to hear the unearthly noises from Mark’s phone.

    “Four still,” Mark says.

    “Five,” Ahston admits, cursing himself for being one number ahead still.

    “Now we do jumping Marks,” Mark says.

    They both get off the couch and Ahston groans. The thought of gravity had never seemed more real until that moment.

    They begin and chant the numbers to one another as they go. The jumping and spreading legs sends a jolt of panic up Ahston’s body that lets him know he really has to go and his bladder would prefer it if it was like, now. He leans over the slightest bit and clenches all his muscles. Mark keeps the silent promise they made and doesn’t say anything.

    “Twenty!” Mark shouts and Ahston whimpers.

    Once their done, Ahston falls to the ground and clutches himself. He tells himself that he’s fine, that he doesn’t have to go, that he’s just thinking about it too much.

    “Five,” Mark calls, shifting his hips to prove it.

    “Six,” Ahston moans, keeping his record of staying one ahead.

    “Now we sit on the toilet and let a little out.”

    Nothing had sounded to Ahston in a long time. He stands up and follows Mark to the bathroom.

    Mark goes first and sits. Though he had only been kind of squirming, sitting on the place that his body knew as relief is as close to torture as he had ever been. His bladder is protesting, slamming against his skin to be released, and so he does, just the littlest bit. He grimaces at the wetness in his boxers and even though he knew it was coming and knew that Ahston would soon be doing the same thing, shame creeps up his spine.

    He’s eighteen, he shouldn’t be wetting himself! Then again, he should also have the maturity to not make stupid bets like this but he couldn’t help it. Watching Ahston squirm had sounded like fun and he couldn’t deny he’d been enjoying the way Ahston has been shifting uncomfortably and grabbing himself through his clothes.

    Mark stands up once he’s sure he’s gotten control of the situation and his bladder pounds in protest like a child who’d been promised candy only to be told that the store had sold out of what they wanted. He switches positions with Ahston and leans against the sink casually and tries to forget about the wet material clinging to his thigh and how it wasn’t all of it.

    Ahston gently sits down and bites back a frustrated sound when his bladder jumps at the opportunity to get rid of some of the liquid. He blushes again because it had taken Mark a couple seconds to leak whereas he’d had no problem starting.

    Stopping it proves to be harder and for a few seconds he worries that he’s just lost. He stops it eventually but a small bit can be seen on his jeans, though that’s only if you had been looking for it like he was. Stopping was not only difficult but painful. The place the urine had just leaked from burns and he wiggles his hips a bit to regain control. He stands back up and crouches over.

    “Eight,” Ahston mutters, clutching onto himself and wiggling around.

    Mark watches in amusement. Ahston isn’t the most put together person he knows but he’s not the worst either; seeing him completely vulnerable and almost child-like is hilarious and almost… Adorable. Not that Mark would admit it.

    “Six. Okay, now we drink a glass of water and lean our bladders against a counter.”

    Ahston whines but complies. He goes first and presses himself against the counter while he drinks.

    Tears collect in the corners of his eyes from the need to just go. He lets out a small squeak when a small bit forces its way out. He drops the cup and lets it fall into the sink, half drank.

    “I can’t do it!” Ahston yelps, crumpling to the ground and holding himself together.

    He scoots out of the way and lets Mark try, still holding himself painful. He curls into a small ball on the ground and hopes Mark will be fast about it and that the next task will go fast because damn it, he needs to pee!

    Mark ends up drinking the whole with no leaking due to just squirming before leaning down and helping Ahston to his feet. He’s blushing now, though that seems too weak of a word for how his cheeks feel. He could’ve finished that task, he knows he could’ve, because it was just a leak and he was sure that he could’ve stood for a few more before losing it all.

    They both undress into nothing but their boxers before doing the last task. Mark feels the burning that Ahston felt last time and wiggles his hips around when he finds that he can stop it but relaxing again starts it up.

    “Mark,” Ahston squeaks suddenly.

    Mark looks over to see Ahston folded into himself again and knuckles turned white from clutching so hard. There’s a dark wet spot on his boxers and some liquid on his legs. Mark grimaces.

    “Mark, I can’t hold on anymore, Mark help I can’t piss myself, I’m a fucking adult, Mark help,” Ahston whimpers.

    Mark wraps his arms around Ahston’s waist.

    “Come on, Ahston just a few steps and then you can go yeah?” he coos.

    “No, no, I can’t do it, Mark, no.”

    And then Ahston is on the bathtub floor with trembling thighs. Mark sits on the floor with him and pulls Ahston’s head in his lap.

    “Ahston, go. Stop hurting yourself,” Mark says softly.

    Ahston shakes his head back and forth but there’s no point; he’s going and it’s against his will. Mark watches, feeling a bit helpless, as Ahston starts and stops over and over again. Even though it’s a losing battle he keeps trying to stop himself in between long squirts.

    Mark rubs his back and runs his fingers through his hair as a way to relax him and eventually it works and then Ahston is peeing without stopping himself. He moans in relief despite himself and Mark smiles.

    “Feels good, yeah?”

    “Sooo good… You have no idea,” Ahston moans.

    Ahston stays in his endorphin induced state until he’s empty and his muscles are sore. Then the panic sets in.

    “Oh, God, Mark I’m so sorry I just fucking peed and I couldn’t stop, oh my God I’m so sorry please don’t hate me I didn’t mean to-“

    Mark yanks Ahston’s head up and kisses him to shut him up despite the fact that he can feel Ahston’s piss seeping into the back of his boxers. He pulls back and they’re both panting.

    “I’m sorry; I just didn’t know how to shut you up. It’s okay, Ahston, you’re fine. You had an accident but you’re alive and okay and fine. It’s okay. Please, stop crying.”

    “I’m sorry, I’m just really embarrassed…” Ahston trials off.

    Mark unclenches his muscles and stokes Ahston’s face as he relieves himself. He shivers and moans and rests his forehead on Ahston’s. When he’s as empty and sore as Ahston he flutters his eyelids open – what had he closed them? - and gives him a cheeky smile.

    “There, now we’re in the same boat. Now, let’s get up and clean off.”

    So they do. Mark starts up the shower and washes Ahston gently. Ahston blushes because, yeah they’ve been naked in front of each other before and yeah Mark had kissed him but they hadn’t talked about it and Ahston doesn’t know if Mark knows about his feelings and feels the same or if he’s just taking pity on him because he pissed himself or if he just really wanted him to shut up and it’s killing him.

    Ahston cleans Mark as well and gives his stomach an experimental kiss which causes Mark to smile and Ahston to worry less. Then they’re on Ahston’s bed and their legs are tangled.

    “I like you. A lot,” Ahston says into the dark room.

    Mark hums in acknowledgement.

    “I know. I like you too,” he says, sticking his face in Ahston’s wet hair and kissing it fondly.

    “Even though I pissed myself?” Ahston asks, voice suddenly small.

    Mark laughs into Ahston’s hair.

    “Yes even though you pissed yourself. It was actually kind of hot when you did and downright adorable when you were squirming and when you were begging me for help like I was the only one who could help you? Don’t even get me started,” Mark says with a small moan that Ahston misses.

    Ahston blushes in the dark.

    “Oh,” he says softly, “Well, I kind of have to go again. Like, really bad. You might get to see it again. If you want…”

    Mark smiles and kisses his forehead.

    “Nah, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. It’s not healthy to hold it like that all the time. I kind of like that you have to go again though, because it’s realistic and it lets me know that you’re really here cuddling with me. That’s something people don’t mention in fictions, how just going once after drinking tons of liquids only leads to having to go once. Uh, no have you not drunken two water bottles before? Sometimes it makes you have to go like eight times in one hour.”

    Ahston laughs.

    “Well, you’ve certainty thought about this a lot! Wait… Are you… In to this kind of thing?” he asks.

    Mark stays silent and Ahston whacks him with a pillow.

    “You sicko!” he laughs.

    Mark laughs too and pulls Ahston down for a sloppy kiss that’s filled with teeth clashing and unsexy lip biting due to laughter. Ahston pulls back when his bladder twinges and squirms on Mark’s lap.

    “To be continued?” he asks shyly.

    “To be continued.”