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  1. another wett gay boi sunday.

    Shizuku 12, Shawnie 5

    2 hours and a couple minutes. 1.4 l. 8 canipees, 8 fuck yous. no challenges.

    I like went on discord and imma always kinda shy when i start. it takes time till i feel like doing a hold. but i asked and everybody was like fuck yeah do a hold. so fuck it i did. Bestest part was I got soooo teased all the way through my hold. like ppl talking bout wetting and pics and waterfall memes and shit. like about when I started getting desparate ppl had way kewl fun teasing me. I totally luv getting teased cause it makes it harder to hold and its way funner to get wet than stay dry. fuck it my sundays are fundays. and it doesnt like matter what i say in chat i always wanna get fucking soaked. thinkin imma gonna wear way nice clothes this week if i dont gotta work this sunday.

    totals. 16 Sunday mornings, 17 holds on legend level. 12 fucking soaked endings, 2 damp but winning endings, 2 totally dry winning endings, 1 still soaked winning ending.  143 fuck yous and 5 yesses from Shizuku. 59 challenge sessions, 74 challenges, 16 rejected, 58 done.

  2. Observer Lead: Higgins Marshlax

    Planet: Fluffball (Moon of the Capital and really really fluffy.)

    Species: Human

    Name: Nikki 

    Age: 27

    This is or was suppose to be a simple interview about our client and agent time together while going through the partnership program but she was a interesting character so i recorded this for the record. Nikki is a female about 5'7" and weight she did not was to say but we caught her at 129. She's 27 and birthday was a few days ago on her world, Despite being well monored and very professional on Earth in her office job, she had..... how to put it? A certain hobby, one of which isn't what our agent nor the scouts noticed about her in the beginning. Ill play what i mean now in this audio recording.

    Higgins: Ok soo.. this.. thing you enjoy. Is it.. is it normal.

    Nikki: *shakes her head* No is more of a fetish and private hobby to just do it if there is a chance.

    Higgins: A chance. Like when?

    Nikki: Most of the time at home. Since i live alone its easy and no one ever notice, plus living higher up means no one can see me in my fenced off backyard doing it. Kinda exciting knowing my neighbors are just on the other side working his garden and i just wait and wait.. holding it until... 

    Higgins: Untill you pee? So with in the boundary of your home and walls your feel comfortable and joy doing that?

    Nikki: Yes and no.

    Higgins: *writing on the clipboard*

    Nikki: Comfortable and joy maybe, but not the excitement and pleasure i seek. You see. Because of my positions in my workplace i can 100% do what i want. i have to look good infront of others and those below and above me. One slip up or make the company look back and i might get axed. 

    Higgins: *lower the clip board* Human culture is so barbaric.

    Nikki: No no, its a way of saying ill get fired.

    Higgins: Uhh... That's still barbaric. Ah wait i see.. umm.. you mean fired with a projectile? Because if they set you on fire then... that would be barbaric.

    Nikki: No. Ill lose the job or get demoted.

    Higgins: *Writes on the clipboard* Hmm... So your still alive after that yes?

    Nikki: Yes....

    Higgins: *nods* Ok. *finish writing and lower the clipboard* So what is it you'd like to do?

    Nikki: Uhh.. well... umm... just....

    Higgins: Would you like a drink?

    Nikki: Oh yes. i can feel my mouth drying.

    Higgins: *nods and tap on a tablet next to the chair* You are familiar with Plush Empire Entertainment yes?

    Nikki: Yes, they are.... *seems to think, maybe studied for anything possible for this interview* .... The mega corp of the empire. They pretty much run the industry and productions of majority of what the Plush empire needs or wants. Kinda like Amazon if they made everything inhouse when your ordered it. 

    Higgins: Correct. They however leave the farming and agriculture to the Snugglekins. They handle the meaty and leafy stuff while we handle the fruits and herbs.

    Nikki: Wouldn't herbs be considered the "leafy stuff?"

    Higgins: *Wave hand dismissively* No, point is was make the drinks they make the foods. 

    Nikki: Umm...

    At this point i had to see about her, the drink came in by one of the assistances and given to Nikki, It wasn't strong but our time should be long enough. She seems to want to get a ticket to the capital so best continue to see what more i can get from her before the effects.

    Nikki: looking at the juice* This is tea.

    Higgins: Juice. Tea looks like... well its not that color. 

    Nikki: *Sips* Nope its tea. Literal green colored tea. Pretty good to.

    Higgins: Hmm, well good. Call it what you may, lets get back to the question. What is it you want to do that you cant with this umm.. feetish?

    Nikki: Fetish. Well i cant do that publicly without getting caught. you see there's this site.. well a bunch of them but i frequent one. i watch videos and stuff and seeing people doing it is like...

    Higgins: A site for this? on the Human Webs? Go on.

    Nikki: Well.... I figure some things they do are scripted and stuff for the video and sometimes it looks... to good and real. genuine. I want to see how it feels or feel how it feel without the... worry or embarrassment. Ok maybe with the embarrassment but.. not risking my job.

    Higgins: This was mentioned to your partner. She said your told her a history about hat you have done.

    Nikki: Well she got curious like you. I figure this is more of a reason why ime here then just being able to see another world.

    Higgins: Well there is some interests in it. Im curious if you mean what you way. Give me an example.

    Nikki: Like what telling you about my first accidents in elementary. i was a kid and it was just and accident. That is long washed away. not like the feeling now.

    Higgins: What about the car ride from home? You told your partner your had to pull over on the side of the road to go. That's public.

    Nikki: I was doing a errand and couldn't change my clothes if i had wet my self then. i was damn near close to but luckily i got over.

    Higgins: You want to wet yourself but you dont want to do it if it risk your job. What about when your not working?

    Nikki: Either being lazy at home or dragged around with friends. However one of them both knows and share my likeness of this thing. Sooo there is that.

    Higgins: She had an agent too yes?

    Nikki: No, she don't have... childish toys but.. other toys.

    Higgins: What like a plastic one? dolls?

    Nikki: Umm... its.. well.... not appropriate.

    Higgins: Hmm.. sticking professional. Your skirting around things but... i rather not waste time trying to learn humans toys. If she is interesting then we will send a scout to observe her as well.

    Nikki: What made me so interesting if this is what catches your attention?

    Higgins: Nothing about you actually. We seek anyone who is willing to snuggle us. How we gain information of everything is by close proximity and partners. Like most life. they seek a friend. Cant learn cultures and about the life we observe from just looking though a spyglass. But for you. just seeing your life was help full. We figured you needed assistance so thats why we sent an agent to integrate into your life and relieve stress.

    Nikki: By integrate you mean nearly kill me. 

    Higgins: Your still healthy? I'm sure she only used class 2 items during he stay with you.

    Nikki: No i mean when i found her she was just like any old stuff animal you find in a store. I was just looking for a gift for my sister and wanted to make sure it was soft enough since she liked to hug her old bear and once i did your agent started talking and moving.

    Higgins: It was your love that brought her to life. 

    Nikki: Ok i'm calling bullshit, Firstly if someone was brought to life by love then grabbing at ones breast is a odd way of showing it.

    Higgins: Hmm... that shell is starting to crack.

    Nikki: *sits back* No just me giving a reason why i threw her across the store. before having to buy her and the 7 others i knocked down. Speaking of which, am i getting compensation for that?

    Higgins: I believe destruction of property is what humans call. "You break it, You buy it".

    Nikki. Bah, It was the body of your agent that did the destruction. *fold her arms and shifts a little* 

    Higgins: *writes on the clipboard* Ill put in a not about what to do about it but likely no. About the things you've seen on this special site.

    Nikki: I mean. Just some art and videos that interested me. I mean, some things are good, some are bad, and some are just pure gold. Guess its fitting for what it's about. 

    Higgins: Hm... And video all they have?

    Nikki: No. They have pictures, clips from shows that had these things happen. Surprised about some of the older ones. Guess it was a thing that early on. Then there are games and visual novels. I would say it is consider a game as well but... i wont debate it. 

    This was good information but... i wanted more. We have encounter others on such sites but never got a human to talk about it. To be honest, i was curious if any could compete with PEE stuff. But of course not. She talked abit so ill just skip some... and it was here where we get to the candy of this cotton pin.

    Nikki: *Squirming some* Soo umm... how long will this be till i know im going to the homeworld. My partner wouldn't stop talking about everything they have there. From the amazing real VR sims and the paradise habitats would make for a well deserved vacation.

    Higgins: You how long interview can be. I'm not sure gotta be sure about you wont try to steal Plush technology or what ever. There's a lot that you will learn and see hen you travel there. Not only humans are there

    Nikki: Well can we at least take a break?

    Higgins: You only get one. *writing* Are you allergic to anything?

    Nikki: Umm... last i checked only bees. But i'd like to take that bre-

    Higgins: Can you contribute to science in any way with knowledge or ideas?

    Nikki: No, bit i just need to g-

    Higgins: Are you likely to get homesick if Plush Empire had to lockdown transit space back to your home world?

    Nikki: Wait what? Why would... no no i must.. * starts to stand*

    Higgins: *Looks up at Nikki* We are not done. leaving the interview so soon would forfeit your ticket.

    Nikki: No. i'm not leaving i was just gonna- 

    Higgins: Please sit and answers all questions to the best of your ability.

    Nikki: Uhh... yes. *sits back down, holding the edge of her seat*

    My clear interview training paid off as usual. Dangle a treat and they will stay for it, no matter the pressing matters presented. Now the timer is set and the juice is well active. Just gotta focus and keep her talking without saying what she wants more and i don't have to stop. Maybe telling her so soon she could have a break was to soon but whats done is done and i will see that a golden ticket is made from this interview.

    Nikki: If i knew how to fly a plane i wouldn't be doing office work.

    Higgins: Well on the contrary many know how to fly a small ship through space every cycle, bearly any are in the navy or explorers. Earth lack progressive advancement into upper levels of transporting.

    Nikki: No we ride passenger while someone else fly us. saves on air space and fuel. 

    Higgins: That seems rather dangerous. 

    Nikki: Yes but its gotten safe. Besides, at our state if we did provide everyone with some kind of flying vehicle, then we might pollute the air faster and even make a car... air accident worse as the pieces would just fall onto anyone not watching below. And air traffic controllers would have a hell of a job managing all that. they might just be flying traffic lights if the passage isnt some highway like deal.

    Higgins: Ahh see you have some insight you can give on issues of your people. But here's something. why don't Humans live underwater if you have the technology?

    Nikki: Umm... well... we just don't. Maybe the need to live in an extreme environment isn't worth the venture and time. 

    Higgins: But you humans plan to go to the red planet in your system. How is that less extreme then living underwater on your world? We seen that turn the.. *chuckles* Turn the tide for some civilizations. Where they build strong habitats and found rare resources only assessable under the water. What about the Earth's moon?

    Nikki: *Squirms at the word "tide"* Your pointing out the obvious but i'm not in the positions to make any augments. Only those in power and money can make the decisions. Hey  can i please ste-

    Higgins: So your saying the world doesn't just vote one what they want or hope for from their leaders?

    Nikki: *Sighs and cross one leg over the other* No we are not all as one. On my side of the world yes we vote for the leader, but most of the time its blank promises or they forgot. its commonly expected not just from the leader but even just someone lower then that. At the lowest. 

    Higgins: You said on your side of the world. What is the others like?

    Nikki: What kind of rule is the Plush Empire?

    Higgins: Many as well. But at the top is ruled by the Prime Arch and Goddess. 

    Nikki: Right Plush are deeply religions and praise The Great Snuggles.

    Higgins: In the end, we get one last hug. Don't all creatures, nuzzle, snuggle, cuddle, embraces, or just be close to something they care about when ending the day or well.. Hmm.. your sleep next to your phone. that's an example.

    Nikki: Its so i can wake up when the alarm goes off or phone call.

    Higgins: Yes but its always with you, a lot of humans have it and cant be apart from it unless forced away or practice to part away. My point is, All life is attached to something. Plush are a social and symbiotic creature. We are sneaky and invade words under the cover as simple dolls or animal native to the planet or time. doesn't take much gene tailoring to change us. We mold easy once we find a new look that appeals to the sentient native life.

    Nikki: So Plush look like most Earth stuffed toys. Are we a favorite or something?

    Higgins: No, humanoids tend to have similar life and animals. Nothing to absurd that make it hard for Plush to change with.

    Nikki: Hmm.. what if humans preferred human like stuffed dolls?

    Higgins: It was tested. We tried disguising our agents as children grown from a resilient vegetable and... it preform lest then expected. some or most of Humanity seems to step back from.. the words.. uncanny. if it looks to real hen it must be a threat. Primal instincts maybe.

    Nikki: Well your not wrong there. *Switch legs with one hand at her lap, sipping some juice as her mouth feels dry* If i did get the ticket and live for a few days on your homeworld. What would i be? like an ambassador or VIP?

    Higgins: Resident. Full citizenship is for Plush and Snugglekin. Mostly Plush as we run most of the empire.

    Nikki: And what benefits does a resident get?

    Higgins: To live under Plush Empire. *Tilt his head* Like you said. you seek a vacation away from your homeworld. Sooooo your shouldn't be expecting royal treatment right?

    Nikki: Well....

    Higgins: How about a golden toilet?

    Nikki. *eyes widen* I need to-

    Higgins: I mean its not that expensive as gold is plentiful so guess you have a say in most things youd like for your vacation.

    Nikki: Well id like to-

    Higgins: Ooooo, maybe a paradise world would be better once you get accustomed.

    Nikki: Wait will you let me speak.

    Higgins: Sure. what would you like to say?

    Nikki: Thank you. Look i really really need to-

    Higgins: PEE.

    Nikki: *Squirms at his words* Yes that.

    Higgins: Ahh you wanna go for the PEE ticket?

    Nikki: Nnnn... what ever you say just let me go.

    Higgins: Are you sure? Going to PEE going to let a lot out of you and you might keep going and forget about me once you start.

    Nikki: Trying to forget about a lot of things right now just to hold it back. *both hands now at the lap*.

    Higgins: You could go with PEE now.. but i prefer you stay and talk this over. Going to PEE is a big deal and some need help just going and see if that can do it. Your an adualt and i'm sure you can go to PEE after this all by yourself.

    Nikki: * Enduring the barrage of him saying pee so much* Nnnn... i need to go now. where is it?

    Higgins: *Sighs* Are you sure?

    Nikki: I'm bursting at this point that's how sure i am.

    Higgins: Alright. Plush Empire Entertainment building is.. well you have to go through the lobby first then catch a taxi to their corporat-

    Nikki: *eyes wide* Wait no i meant i need to friggin pee.

    Higgins: Hmm? So you don't want to join the Mega Corp? I mean i wouldn't wait for such a opportunity.

    Nikki: Please, i don't need that. i need to pee like... like... *stand up* Where the bathroom?

    Higgins: *Blinks* Out the door and go right... or is i left.. do you pee from your limbs, eyes... feet, or..

    Nikki: *Hand burried at her skirt* I'm about to pee on this floor if you say it again.

    Higgins: *looking at her hand* Ahh that area. Upstairs and defiantly to the right, your cant miss the sign for it.

    Nikki: *nods* Ill be back. *rush the door and out*

    My, she could move at her level of an urge. i watched from the tablet and she had to run past 5 rums before reaching the stairs. If only she walked the effects would still be slow, the more she moved the worse it was getting, patience is important. She started up the stairs strong but slowly slowed down towards the last few steps up. Her legs started to shack and the front of her slim skirt was lifted for her hand to hold between her legs. as a few Plush walked by they witness a few drops fall onto the floor and down one of the stockings of her legs, but she held strong and recovered as she mangaged to keep moving. The Push that saw that followed, not shying away away from a live show. She saw the sign for a human with hands at the crotch meaning it must have been it and she ran and jogged before waddling as more drips are spotted on the floor, I believe she's at the 4th level of desperation which is just leakage. but its such a short level before the 5th. She got to the door and opened it only to find out it was the incorrect bathroom as this one was for rocks that hand to go and the sign was actually showing the person holding a rock, not crotch. This revelation and shock caused her to step back as the gage on my tablet didn't even reach level 5. She just... let go and went in front of the onlookers watching and recording. And you know what. she had a relieved smile on her face too.

    After that she was cleaned up and changed before finishing the interview and given the ticket. She and her partner now visits once every two of her months from her homeworld and after her friend who Plush had investigated was studied and join to then have been spotted having... "accidents" within the city they vacation in. What most don't notice is most of those videos are Plush made. why else does it look so real. Hehe.

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    Just made my 1st ever "Omo" purchase:  a large-sized PharMeDoc incontinence mat for my bed.  I currently have a woefully inadequate setup for bed--and honestly, floor--wettings so this will be lifechanging if it works well.   It has 3 absorbent layers and a bottom PVC non-slip layer that helps it adhere to the mattress, & the Amazon reviews are very numerous/positive.  It's said to hold 8 cups of liquid which is waaay more than my tiny bladder can produce.  😁  I've wanted to be able to piss myself in bed with abandon forever but the fear (and reality) of getting my sheets and mattress all stinky has stopped me.   But bedwetting is by far my favorite so I'm stoked.   

    Thanks to the ABDL forum user who suggested the PeapodMat to me, as that's what set me on the search for these awesome products.  This brand is similar but much cheaper ($21) so hopefully it works well.  It can't really be any worse than what I've got now though.  I don't need anything comfy or that I can actually sleep on, as I'll just be using it for "recreational" wettings.  Will definitely update when I've had a chance to use it!  (Estimated arrival:  this Saturday).  Parts of the country are getting slammed with blizzards so hopefully it arrives before that starts.  Send a prayer up to the mail gods for me.  🙏🏼📧

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    Edit:  It's heeee-eeeere!  Just opened the box & laid it out on the bed.  It covers the entire width of my mattress and a good chunk of the length.  Looks like it's made well too.  Will update with pix once I've had a chance to soak it.  Now off to pre-load with some H2O...

    Edit #2:  As stated on the big blog, I've wet this thing several times now with mixed results.  Overall it was a very smart investment as it's been waaaay easier to clean than the 7 layer monstrosity of towels/blankets/washcloths & clothes I was using before.  It's also allowed me to start enjoying convenience wettings in the night instead of ruining my sleep to get up to pee, which truly does make it impossible for me to go back to sleep.  (I take tons of sleep aids & have serious sleep issues so this isn't just a minor inconvenience).  Now I just roll onto my mat, pee and toss it onto the floor face-up until morning, when I put it in the wash with whatever other laundry I have.  Super easy.

    But the 1st few times it leaked pretty bad, and there have been a couple other instances of leakage when I had a super full bladder.  So if you're looking for something that 100% will never leak, this ain't it.  But it is huge so you can move over and use dry parts of it which is a plus.  Lasts 300+ washes and has no special washing instructions and only costs $19-$21.  Will def buy another when this one wears out!

    Here are some pix from my 1st bedwetting with it which didn't go so hot lmao.  

     

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    I just want to apologize for my English before the story begins. And I hope you will like my first fictional story. :smile:

    Jenny was in her rom waiting for her friend Sara. Sara lived on the same street as Jenny. They did not know each other that well. Sara moved to this street just for a few weeks ago. School was out for the summer. When the school starts again, both girls will be in the same class. They had planned to sunbathe and just talk, so they can get to know each other properly. While Jenny waited, she took out her bikini. It was dark blue with white stripes on the sides. It suited her very well. Jenny was blond and her hair went to her shoulders. Her body shape was not big or small. It was perfect in her opinion. She puts it on and decided to wait outside on the lawn. She laid out her towel and lay down to sunbathe a little while she was waiting for Sara. It didn’t take long before Sara was there in here bikini. It was dark green. Sara was a brunette and her hair was a little shorter than Jenny's. Not only was the hair like Jenny's, but also her body shape. She lay quite close to her new friend. They talked about some mixed things. How Sara's old school was and what she liked to do on the weekends. After they had talked a while, Sara felt a little warm in the sun.

    - Jenny. I feel quite warm. Can we cool ourselves in any way?

    - Yea we can. But I think you will find it a bit childish.

    - It doesn't matter as long as it cools me down.

    - All right. But the only way that we can do it, is to start the sprinkler and run through it. Or use the hose.

    - We can use the sprinkler. It can be fun to do that again. I haven't done it since I was little.

    - Okay then. I go and get it then.

    Jenny took the sprinkler and put it a few feet away from from their towels. She ran to the tap and turned on the water. When she got back and stood beside Sara. She felt the need to pee. Normally, when she needed to do it when she was alone, she just stood and peed through her ​​bikini. Something she started to do after being tired of pulling it aside. But would she dare to do as usual now that Sara was there? She doesn't want to seem weird. So she decides to do it the boring way. Just to be on the safe side. Sara was just about to go and cool of. When Jenny felt that it is not so bad if she just says what she needs to do.

    - Sara. Go ahead and cool yourself down. I just need to pee.

    - Oh, okay. Are you going inside?

    - No I think I just go here.

    Jenny didn't think it mattered if Sara saw her pee. They're after all soon in the same class and have gymnastics together. So they will see each other naked many times to come. She barely had time to pull aside her bikini, before pee gushed out of her. She didn’t think she needed to pee that bad. But apparently, she did. The pee ran down at her legs. She felt the warmth of it and at the same time a relief. She likes the feeling it gives her. Although it feels better when she does it through her ​​bikini. The stream decreased in strength and ran most down her legs. Until it finally stopped.

    - Wow Jenny. You really needed that.

    - Yea I did. Now I’m ready to join you.

    Just minutes later, Sara felt that she also needed to take a pee. Her bladder felt really full. But she did not tell Jenny. She thought that she will notice it anyway when she starts to pee. She walked away from the sprinkler and Jenny. Not so far but enough that it wouldn’t be awkward. She spreads her legs and soon she starts to pee. But without thinking about pulling her bikini aside like Jenny did. She stopped to pull it aside for many years ago. So she did what she has done for so many years whit out thinking about it. It felt so good when the pee started to come out from her bladder. She felt pee flow through her ​​bikini. It ran down both her legs in a warm stream. She peed even longer then Jenny did, but eventually it stopped. And as soon as she finished the thought came to her, how she had peed infront of her friend. How would Jenny react to this? Sarah was worried that she had done something that would ruin their friendship. Jenny looked at her friend without saying a word. When Sara broke the silence and apologized. She just wanted to explain herself before Jenny would probably ask her to go home.

    - Jenny. Please let me explain. I wasn´t thinking.

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    Liz’s POV

    It is midway through spring semester, the workload is almost unbearable and there is never enough time in the day. I am sitting in the library with my best friend. We are studying our asses off for the major exams we have coming up. Spring Break is around the corner and our professors seems to want to cram in everything possible for the break. I watch as Kelly drains the rest of her water from her giant Gatorade bottle. I am becoming a bit distracted by her at this point. I know she has a small bladder and cannot usually drink an entire bottle of water without a bathroom break considering she drinks them constantly and most likely has half of the last bottle in her system too. I have known her long enough to know that she has to go; she is just so absorbed in her studies though that she doesn’t seem to notice. I watch her shift slightly and her legs are pressed together, a telltale sign that she really needs to go. I watch her for another second before I go back to my own studying. Fifteen minutes later and her squirming makes me watch her again. I know she must know that she has to go but is ignoring it because she hates to lose her concentration when studying. I glance at the clock. The library is closing in a couple of minutes. I decide to try and cram in the last section before the announcement about closing happens. I just finish the section when I hear the announcement: “Floors 2 thus 5 and the ground floor are now closed. The first floor will close in 5 minutes. We open again, tomorrow at 8am.” Kelly looks at me startled and I start to pack up my stuff. She sits there for a second before she tells me, “I really have to pee.” No shit, I think but I just smile at her and try not to get too turned on. She knows I like it when she has to go even though she herself finds no pleasure in it. I watch her as she stands and then squeezes her legs together and bites her lip. I wonder if she wet. She wets often when she stands up but not always. My backpack is ready and she is packing hers when I decide to mess with her a bit. I walk around behind her and whisper in her ear, “still dry?” She glares at me which confirms my hope that she had leaked a little when she stood up. I doubt even her underwear are wet but she always knows when she wets even the slightest bit. We grab our bags as the security guard stares at us and head towards the exit. I decide to take the stairs just to make Kelly squirm a bit but she doesn’t seem to mind.

    Kelly’s POV

    The security guard is watching us leave so I can’t ask Liz to take the elevator without looking lazy since we are only on the second floor. I am worried about the amount of pressure though on my bladder as we start to head down the steps. Liz smiles at me and I know it is because she is enjoying how badly I have to go right now. I feel a small spurt escape as we come off the last step and stop for a moment to regain my control. I see Liz stop too and she bumps my hip with hers, something she seems to like to do when I have to go badly. I feel a tiny dribble slip out but I am not worried. My bladder has been weak for almost ever. I am used to being slightly wet even though I hate the feeling of it. She asks me how wet I am now and I just smile at her and tell her just my wet not yours and then stick my tongue out. Her definition of wet is down to my jeans. My definition is anytime I feel like I wet at all. She doesn’t like my wet because she can’t feel it or see it, even though her ideas of wet may not be noticeable to the general public if standing right. I really want to pee before I leave but the lights are already off and only a couple of the desk workers are here and the security guard is pushing us out. I get nervous knowing the cold early March air is going to kill my bladder when I walk out. I cannot wait until I move to a warmer state but I still have 2 years of school left before that is possible. Liz and I walk out into the night and I instantly feel a spurt of hot urine stream into my pants. I freeze and try not to hold myself. I squeeze my legs together and start laughing the common reaction I have to embarrassing situations. Liz looks concerned because she knows I hate public wettings and I do not find wetting fun but I see the desire in her eyes.

    Liz’s POV

    Kelly has her legs squeezed tight together and laughing with that amazing laugh she has which shows off her beautiful smile. I know I need to move her away from the front of the library before the security guard leaves. The student workers had left at the same time as us and I knew it wouldn’t be long until the security guard left too. I think one of the reasons Kelly hates wetting so much is because of the embarrassing social implications. I notice she is starting to get under control and I tell her we should start heading to the parking lot. We both worked in the Writer’s Room that day and I realize that our cars are still in that lot, on the other side of campus. I wonder if she will make it or if she will actually fully wet for the first time. I know that she often wets a little but never as much as I hope. I tell her that we parked in the other lot at the same time that she stops again and squeezes her legs together. Her one hand clutches her hoodie pocket while her other hand rests on my arm, steadying herself. I wonder if she will get desperate enough to hold herself. I have never seen her stoop to that level before but I don’t think I have ever seen her have to go this bad. I want to tell her it is ok to hold herself if she needs too but I also feel selfish because I want to see her push her hand into her crotch and try with all of her might not too wet but still fail. I think that makes me an awful friend but she looks too hot for me to think much on it right now.

    Kelly’s POV

    I don’t know if I have ever had to go this bad before which is intense because I often have to go pretty bad and accidently hold it too long, like this time. I mentally kick myself for waiting so long. I am wetter than I would like to admit and while I stopping the spurt of soaking though to be noticeable, I am still leaking a tiny bit and I cannot seem to stop it. I am scared to move because the floodgates may open if I do. Liz look at me and asks if I am ok. I tell her I am fine but trying not to embarrass myself and she gets evil look in her eye that makes me nervous. She moves slightly and kisses me hard with a bit of a bite that comes with most of her kisses. It instantly turns me on and helps me get a better control on my bladder. We kiss for a minute until she pulls away and asks how wet I am. I touch the crotch of my pants hesitantly and feel a damp patch. “Your wet” I tell her and she moans softly which turns me on more. We start heading towards are cars again and are halfway there when I feel the drips from my bladder again. Liz decides at that moment that she should try to make me run. Which she knows is a surefire way to make me wet. She is able to pull me 3 steps with three very large spurts of hot pee before I am able to freeze in my tracks and try to hold on. I am laughing again and peeing softly, not a lot but enough that I feel it now on my upper inner thighs. I finally cant help it anymore and jam my hand between my legs and try to hold the urine in. I can see Liz staring at me and the desire radiating off of her is almost too much to take in. I am tempted to just let go and piss my pants so that the pain in my bladder will go away. I can’t though I hate wetting myself and Liz gets a lot of enjoyment out of me struggling anyway so I ought to just try like hell to make it to the bathroom. Liz reaches out and touches the wet patch on my jeans and groans. She slides her hand in between my legs, dislodging my hand and making me let loose a stream of piss. Liz pushes into me when she feel my hot wetness streaming into her hand and kisses me hard again, threading her other hand into my hair and tugging on it gently. Her desire for me once again stops my bladder rebellion as my sexual desire takes over. We make out for a few minutes her fingers rubbing into my soaked pants and pushing the warmth of my urine over my clit. She pulls back and grins at me before pulling me towards our cars. We get to Liz’s car when a huge gust of cold ass wind almost knocks us down and I feel my battle get close to an end. I hate the fucking cold. Hot piss starts pouring out of me as I lean against Liz’s car trying with everything I have in me to stop it. I grind my hand into my crotch and squeeze my leg together as tight as I can. I am almost crying I feel so embarrassed. The wetness flows into my pants and over my hand like they are nothing. I can’t seem to stop it and I feel my jeans getting soaked and the hot urine flowing over my ass and down my legs. Liz unclips my belt and pushes her hand down my pants and starts fingering my clit as I continue piss myself. She suddenly pushes her had down further and goes inside of me pushing in and out as I finish peeing and stand there soaked and embarrassed but feeling great and nervous as I am being fucked in a parking lot in plain view of everything. I come quicker than expected given the circumstances and sag against the car; physically and emotionally exhausted but feeling rather amazing in the aftermath of this very public experience even though no one caught us the possibility was terrifying enough. Luckily, Liz has everything in the world in her car so I was able to borrow a pair of yoga pants and go to her house to clean up and wash my clothes so my roommate wont find out. I won’t comment on the…activities we had though while my clothes were being washed though. But I will say they were amazing.

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    Miyu's Regression

     

    Chapter 1: A Second Chance at Life

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Eh?"

     

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

     

    "Why?" Miyu asked confusely.

     

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

     

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

     

    "Your panties and bra too, Miyu."

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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    Next Time: Chapter 2: Yuri's New Baby Girl

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

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

     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     

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

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    Peach slowly walked down the hallway. She could feel the pressure in her bladder growing, but passes a bathroom. She is on her way to meet Mario for a date. She thinks back to the first time she had an accident with Mario.

    It was a night similar to this one. She was on a dinner date with Mario. She had had a meeting before the date and hadn't had the time to slip off to the bathroom during the meeting. The meeting had run late and being the princess she was, decided to skip going to the bathroom as not to be late to her date. She had walked in and was having dinner with Mario. She could feel the pressure building. Eventually, the need to go had been too great to continue to ignore. She had excused herself and went to the bedroom connected to the bathroom.Mario had followed her seeming transfixed by her squirming body. Once in the bedroom she had attempted to take off her hoop skirt under her dress. But the skirt was caught and would not come off. She had asked Mario to help her as she became increasingly desperate to relieve the pressure on her bladder, but Mario had been too enthralled by her desperation to help. As wave after wave had attempted to push their way through her bladder, she had struggled to remove the hoop skirt. More than once she had to hold herself in the crotch to prevent herself from wetting herself. As she just started to free the hoop skirt she felt her bladder let a squirt of urine go into her panties. She immediately crammed her hands into her now wet crotch and squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could. She just managed to stop the flow.

    "I will not wet myself. I am the princess of the mushroom kingdom not some seven year old girl still being potty trained." She thought to herself. Through all of this Mario just stands there staring at her. Peach finally decides that the dress is only hindering her progress. She tears off her dress and the hoop skirt finally falls free. Peach manages to take one step before stopping. She stands there in one of her favorite pairs of pink, cotton panties, a matching pink bra, and pale pink knee high socks. Her body visibly shakes with the exertion of holding back the tremendous amount of urine she holds in her poor, bloated bladder. After a second she crams her hands between her legs, squeezes her thighs together as hard as she could, and turns her back to him. As Mario watches a small wet spot appears between her legs. The wet spot expands despite princess peach`s best efforts and peach let's a small moan of exertion escape her lips. No matter how hard peach tries to hold the urine back it starts to escape. First in small squirts then in a steady stream the urine finally breaks free. The wet spot first expanded to cover the entire bottom of peaches panties than it cascades over her hands to run down her legs and onto the floor. Peach sinks to the floor, still trying desperately to stop the the flow, but the urine continues to flow into her socks and to create a puddle on the floor. Peach breaks into sobs, embarrassed over what she had done. Mario finally breaks his trance and goes over and comforts her.

    "That was a great first date"peach says to herself as she continues walking down the hallway.

    "And to tell the truth I quite enjoyed the feeling of wetting myself" peach admits to herself.

    As peach nears Mario's room a wave hits her and she has to stop for a moment to stop it. Finally she reaches Mario's room. She knocks on his door and waits a few seconds before hearing a call to enter. She enters and Mario gestures to a hard wooden chair sitting in front of him. Today peach wears a pink mini skirt and a white shirt. She also wears tightly fitting white panties to better show any leaks. The pair sit and talk for a while. As they sit peach begins to squirm in her seat. At first the squirming comes in irregular times, but as they talk the squirming comes nonstop.

    Finally peach whispers to Mario "I just leaked a little into my panties, want to see?"

    Mario nods and peach opens her legs just a little to reveal a wet spot centered right over her pussy. As Mario watches another squirt escapes her swollen bladder to enlarge it. Peach gasps and quickly stands up and crams her hands between her legs. She holds that position for a while before sitting back down. The conversation starts back up again.

    "So... how does it feel to wet yourself" Mario asks peach

    "It feels wonderful" peach responds

    "Describe it to me"

    "It starts to get uncomfortable as you begin to need to go. As time progresses and the urge to go builds it gets very scary. You never know when you might leak. But you also start to feel powerful because you are imposing your will on your body. The desperation and embarrassment start to get to you. Your bladder starts to get painfully swollen. Than the waves of desperation come. With each wave your bladder tries to let it go but each unsuccessful wave grants you a moment of relief. Then your first squirt comes. It is the best and worst feeling in the world. The relief you feel is amazing. But you start to panic and come to terms that you may wet yourself. Then as you put your hands between your legs you feel the wetness between them. Now that feeling is one that words cannot describe. Than as the waves become harder to stop and the leaks become more frequent, your crotch becomes wetter and wetter. Then comes the moment of pure happiness and relief, but also despair and embarrassment as your bladder leaks one last time and you can't stop the flow. The longer the time of despair the greater the feelings of happiness and embarrassment. Then comes the super embarrassment as you look down at yourself and realize that you just wet yourself like a little girl and look around to see how many people saw you. That is what it is like."

    "Wow" Mario says in wonder

    As Mario says that peach slides off the chair and onto the floor. She sits on her but with her knees drawn up. Mario goes to peach and gently opens her legs. A series of squirts issue forth before becoming a stream. Mario sits there smiling as peach slowly relieves her bladder onto the floor.

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    ((The plot in this tale takes a backseat and bends to potentially arousing content, and the author prays forgiveness for this indulgence. It is unlikely that I will develop this story any further.))

    Kevan flattened himself against a cargo crate and held his breath as the rhythmic plod of heavy boots passed him by. Gradually, the sound grew quieter, but Kevan still daren’t move. It wasn’t for fear of discovery, though that was certainly a prevailing anxiety. Kevan was holding back far more than a lungful of air, and steadily losing the battle for control over his body. Resisting the fierce urge to manually aid himself in that struggle, he instead brought his fingertips to the canister strapped to his back and brushed the glass cylinder reassuringly. The information contained within would be Escaron’s end; the death of a malign corporate giant. It was vitally important that it reach the right hands in time. The necessity of his task transcended Kevan’s comfort, and soon, he lamented, it would precede his dignity too.

    For this mission, the professional Retriever had been prepared to give his life. Although he had weathered more than his fair share of trials over the course of his career, being trapped in a narrow vent for almost a day with a pressing need to relieve himself was not among his previous experiences. Had the custodian of the data vault not been called away when he had, that diligent employee may have been faced with the curiosity of a sudden leakage in the ventilation shaft. Fortunately for Kevan, the retrieval portion of the job had gone off swiftly and without a hitch. Slipping out of Escalon’s information compound after his success was proving to be leagues more trying, his personal war only complicating matters infinitely more.

    In the thrall of desperation, when dealt a hand of bad options, the mind seeks out the most appealing among them. Presently, Kevan was internally debating the merits of voiding his bladder then and there. His reinforced light-suit was not tailored for this particular dilemma, and its partial removal was a requirement for any relief. He could not risk leaving himself vulnerable, but at least were he to commit his disgrace there, it would not distract him at an inconvenient time. In anticipation of the proposed course of action, his bladder began to spasm violently, intent on forcibly evicting its copious contents. Intertwining his legs, Kevan gripped himself firmly and gasped, taken aback by the sudden severity of his condition.

    Frozen momentarily, Kevan took stock of the situation. He was dry, astonishingly. The overwhelming desire to pee that had seized him a moment ago was now ebbing back into an insistent ache. Gingerly, surveying his surroundings with due caution, he dared to rise and scouted the aisle formed between rows of tall crates in the delivery bay of Escalon’s westernmost warehouse, from which he was determined to make his exit.

    And he needed to make it fast.

    The decision almost forced upon him had pricked his pride, and he would not rendezvous with his superior officer soaked and soiled. Steeling himself, he plunged into the shadows and silently stole his way in the direction he understood the exit to be in. Having studied the blueprints—and their successive revisions—extensively, Kevan was familiar with the layout. The plans did not account for the patrolling patterns of Escaron’s armed security detail, however.

    Hobbled by urgency, he was not as quick as he might have liked to be as he passed from one darkened corner to the next. The frustration of being forced to wait as a pair of guards marched by, on more than one occasion, caused him to bite down on his lip to suppress a whimper.

    He began to bargain, a refuge for those whom hope is fleeing, promising to never test his capacity again as long as he might live if his body would only comply with his demands now. Amidst these inward pleas, he became aware of a solitary figure advancing on his position as he crouched painfully beside a forklift vehicle. Kevan’s breath caught in his chest and lingered there. He daren’t move at the risk of giving himself away, but the tension caused him such anguish that he thought his struggle lost then and there.

    Were he caught, there was no doubt that he would die. Whether he would die in distress or first endure the embarrassment of wetting himself in front of his discoverers was an unanswerable question. Though prepared for failure’s consequences, the Retriever’s terror in that moment almost tipped him over the edge, and he clutched his crotch in the interest of at least dying dry. The patter of fluid would be his end, if heard. The guard paused within scant feet of Kevan and sniffed.

    “Oi,” rumbled a gravelly voice from afar. “What d’you think you’re doing?”

    “I… I’ve got to piss,” the nearer huffed. “Gods, I just can’t do another lap.”

    The sound of a growl of discontent followed the hasty undoing of a zip. Kevan’s eyes snapped wide open in dread. Of all the torture he might have anticipated being subjected to at the hands of Escaron’s security unit, the cruelty of having to watch another man empty his bladder with his own at the point of bursting had gone unthought-of to Kevan. A lump developed in his throat, and he felt tears well.

    “Wait,” barked the further voice. Hope rose in the Retriever’s heart. Surely he’d insist on the other man exercising a little discretion and waiting for a more suitable time and place. “You think my bladder’s made of iron? Move over.”

    Sidling alongside his partner, the apparent elder of the two hurriedly dislodged himself from his trousers and initiated a surging, messy stream. A second glistening arc soon joined the first, and both splashed noisily on the ground but mere feet from Kevan. Despite it all, the Retriever found himself staring, transfixed by the sight. It seemed to go on for minutes, and every drop that fell seemed to echo agonisingly, causing his grossly distended bladder to flinch in sympathetic contractions. Were it not for the sturdy hold he maintained, pinching his urethra closed, a third puddle would be rapidly spreading between his knees.

    Kevan could not think of a time when he had endured such excruciation. He was well beyond desperate, and his every thought was consumed by need. He couldn’t understand why he was not wet, not wetting, forgetting it all and giving in. He wanted to, badly. Nothing would have made him happier in that moment. The blissful groans of his unwitting tormentors made him grind his teeth and bite back a jealous whine. The twin flows began to taper, and the scent of urine greeted his nose, keen and pungent.

    Kevan became aware that the ordeal had concluded, and the guards were returning to their duties, enjoying an emptiness he longed to share. Before the belief that he couldn’t move rooted itself in his mind, he shakily stood. It took every ounce of his willpower, but he climbed to his feet and cast his gaze in the direction he intended to travel in. Now. He needed to move now. The way was clear, and he was certain that just around the next stack of equipment was the exit.

    Every step brought him closer to relief, and knowing this, each step made him want to stop and indulge in it right there. But he was closing in on freedom, and he refused to give up with victory so near at hand. Perhaps he could have been forgiven for his heedless haste, considering his state at the time, when he failed to note the ground tilting beneath his feet. It wasn’t until he slid backwards, tumbled, and rolled down the incline into a dark pit that he realised he’d been had. The ramp rose again once clear of his weight, bumping against the ceiling and submerging him in total darkness.

    For several seconds, he was paralysed. He couldn’t understand how the shock of the fall hadn’t done for him, but his exhausted muscles had weathered it, and he remained dry. Even so, he knew it was the end of the line. It didn’t matter where he was, nor why he was here. He could think of a way out whilst taking a much-needed leak. Tenderly, he rolled over and rose, but he was too full to stand straight. Fumbling, he placed one hand against the wall to steady himself, and diverted all his effort into clamping his urethra closed. The sound of his light armour unzipping banished all semblance of his remaining composure, and he hopped frantically on the spot. So close!

    A firm hand seized his shoulder, spun him bodily, and pinned him with his back against the wall in one unbroken motion.

    “Son of a bitch!” he snarled, his voice breaking in fright and pain.

    “No,” she replied. “The bitch herself.” The form that slammed into Kevan was undoubtedly feminine, but the dark obscured her completely. The incredible pressure she used to restrain him simultaneously forced his muscles to relent and prevented him from voiding, her hip offering the necessary obstacle. It was a cruel limbo.

    Tears poured down his cheeks unbidden. He writhed and squirmed in her grip, panting, breathless, helpless. She was unmoved by it in every sense.

    “I’ve been watching you,” she informed him calmly. “You’re a talented Retriever.” He became aware of her reaching around his back and dislodging the canister he had risked all for. He was slightly more comfortable for its removal, but the loss of it now, here, like this… Kevan sobbed.

    “You must tell me the name of your leader,” she said gently, as though enquiring after the recipe to a relished meal.

    “Please…” he whispered. He was rewarded for his non-compliance by her elbow digging gradually into his gut. The Retriever’s eyes snapped open wide, and he howled in distress. If he had ever received training to withstand torture, all memory of it had flown from his mind in that moment. His bladder was being compressed slowly, but there was nowhere for the pee to escape. He was going to burst quite literally if she didn’t stop.

    “Name.”

    “I d-don’t know!” he stammered through shallow breaths. His trembling knees gave way beneath him, but he was not even permitted to fall. The pressure eased for a heartbeat.

    “Unfortunate,” she sighed. As she shifted her hand to resume her coercion, Kevan caught her wrist. He couldn’t stop her, but he needed her attention, and didn’t trust his cracking voice.

    “I really don’t know,” he said between gasps. “I’ve g-got no idea, I swear. Th-They wouldn’t t-tell a field agent in case something… something like…”

    “Something like this happened? In case a professional got caught short, his own poor judgement leaving him at the mercy of the enemy?” She laughed softly. “You weren’t supposed to get caught. You aren’t expendable. Every one of you is valuable and you know it, so I don’t believe you. Let’s try something simpler, though. Your own name.”

    There was a long pause from the Retriever. He shook his head at the end of it, and even in the dark, she seemed to pick up on his movements.

    “Are you sure you can afford to test my patience, pit my will against yours?” She spoke almost tenderly now. “I doubt you could have withstood an interrogation of this nature three hours ago. Now?” She snickered. “In non-figurative terms, you are dying for a piss.”

    The sound of a lid popping open met Kevan’s ears above his own groaning. At first, he suspected that she intended to inspect the contents of his canister, but her intentions became apparent when metal forced its way between his parted lips. His nose was pinched, and cool water hit the back of his throat. Lacking even the strength to protest, he drank, gulping down mouthful after mouthful until at last her canteen was empty. He spluttered and coughed, and wept openly once he caught his breath, his head drooping forwards in defeat.

    He hurt, was sore beyond words. His bladder throbbed, and every muscle that had aided him in his struggle now seemed to be working in concert to bring about relief he would never experience. His torturer didn’t need to lift a finger to deliver him anguish unlike any he’d ever known. She merely needed to hold him there until the litres of water he’d held for far, far too long induced rupture. Right now, that eventuality tasted vaguely welcome. Instead though, she… withdrew. He slumped to the ground, bereft of her support.

    “Congratulations, Kevan.”

    The Retriever gave vent to an ecstatic moan. Compelled by reflex, his hand moved to stem the impending tide, but instead only hovered uncertainly at his waist. This could wait no longer. He was well past his limit. Hesitant squirts, wary of a passageway hitherto closed, soon mounted in force until a full-fledged flood came gushing from between his legs. Unable to move, even to free himself, his armour was soaked in seconds. All he could do was bask in a spreading puddle of his own making, wet from his chest to his ankles. His lips moved on their own accord, murmuring praise to every deity he could think of. He fell silent abruptly when it registered that she had spoken his name, but the hiss of a persistent stream continued.

    “On a job done well. I thought I’d rescue you before you bumbled into the outside patrol. Didn’t expect the cause of your preoccupation to be quite so personal, but it was… interesting to see how you adapted under the conditions I forced upon you,” she remarked, a smile in her voice.

    Kevan’s eyes were beginning to adapt to the blackness, but bliss and lingering tears still clouded his vision. Through them, he perceived her vague outline opening a door on the far side of the room.

    “When you’ve collected yourself, exit via this door. It will lead you to the docks, and from there, the river. You’ll receive payment and new orders tomorrow. I’ll make sure the information you retrieved gets where it needs to go,” she assured him. “You now know who you work for. Don’t disappoint her.”

    The Retriever was left alone, piss still surging out of his rapidly-deflating bladder, to contemplate the conclusion of a mission he was unlikely to forget any time soon. Truth all told, he was looking forward to a swim in the river, which would conveniently wash away all evidence that his employer had just taken pleasure in humiliating him.

    Perhaps it would also help him forget the arousal that realisation stirred within him.

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Yes I do…”

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Surprise!"

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "What are you doing here?"

     

    "Bran, what happened?"

     

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

     

    "Honey, are you sick?"

     

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

     

    "Babe, what happened?"

     

    "Vanessa!"

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    Brandon blinked. "What?"

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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    (Just saying this before you read that this specific chapter doesn't have much omo in it... just mainly explaining backstory, you may still read if you like.)

    The road was long and hard up the rocky path...

    The group of three traveled up a great mountain, basking in the clean, fresh air.

    Naniko walked in the front, Goken behind her, and Jiriyuu following. The winds grew stronger, and the sun shined on Naniko's hair, causing it to reflect back the light onto the two warriors' eyes. The reflecting stopped, however, when Naniko looked back at Goken and began speaking to him as they walked...

    "So, Goken... please tell me more about you," she spoke.

    Goken let out a smile, and said "Me? I've not much to tell about myself, only a mere Ronin."

    Jiriyuu rushed in front of Goken as he heard that, and gave off a rather quizzical look at him...

    "So... what do you have to get out of the way? Errands? Unfinished business? Or are you just looking for a good spot?" Jiriyuu asked.

    Goken looked back at his blue-haired companion(?) with a confused look.

    "What are you talking about?" Goken asked back.

    Jiriyuu's face became slightly more serious, but not by much.

    "Well... if you're a Ronin, that must mean you had a Damiyo at one point, right?" Jiriyuu continued.

    "Well yeah, he's been dead for about two years now... rest his soul." Goken replied.

    Jiriyuu came to a complete halt, causing Goken to bump into him. His face became one of shock.

    "Wait a sec... you mean to tell me that your master has been dead for TWO FUCKING YEARS and you haven't offed yourself yet?!*" Jiriyuu shouted angrily.

    "What do you mean? Goken asked confused, "I was going to do it when he died, but..."

    Goken's mouth was stalled by the look Jiriyuu had once again changed... this time... a horrifying, death-blowing, evil stare... just staring at Goken. Naniko looked at them worried, for she knew that an evil wind was blowing... and boy was she right, for Jiriyuu grabbed his sword, and before Goken could unsheathe his, Jiriyuu thrusted the back of his sheath onto Goken's jaw, causing him to fall to the dirt. He then grabbed Goken by the chest, placed him onto the rocky wall, and started beating him senselessly.

    "YOU DARE BREAK THE CODE OF BUSHIDO?! YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO CALL YOURSELF A WARRIOR! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PEASANT WITH A STICK! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU!" Jiriyuu screamed at Goken in a fuming rage as he kept on with his blows. Naniko tried to stop Jiriyuu by yelling at him, but it did nothing, for Jiriyuu was too blinded by anger. Jiriyuu, with his fist hotter than Hell itself, threw Goken back onto the ground. He unsheathed his blade, making the sun's rays glimmer off it's edges, and pointed it back at Goken.

    "Leave now peasant, for if I EVER see your face again I will personally-"

    *SMACK*

    Jiriyuu's threat was interrupted by the sound of Naniko's palm swinging across his cheek.

    "Do NOT hurt him anymore!" Naniko shouted at Jiriyuu.

    Naniko once again rushed to Goken's aid, and assisted him up.

    "Please, I'm so sorry," The priestess told Goken, who's face was severely bloodied and bruised. "I don't understand what's gotten into him lately."

    Goken rested himself by the rocky wall, still catching his breath, while Naniko wiped off his blood. Jiriyuu only looked at him with his cheek glowing a bright red... he wasn't sure what to say, though I can assure you apologies were not what went through his head, only a burning hatred to Goken... a hatred he hoped he could dispel quickly... with a sword.

    "So..." Naniko spoke to Goken awkwardly as she cleaned his face, "How did your master die?"

    Goken took a deep breath and said "Well... ... ... like I said, it was two years ago... I remember being there when it happened. I remember having long walks with him. I'd always stay by his side protecting him...

    ...Funny thing though... that old guy believed he was a psychic."

    "Oh did he now?" Naniko replied.

    "Yup," Goken continued, "and here's the cool part... every prediction he's ever made has always been correct. Usually when he was out on business he'd go alone, but every time he's asked me to go with him, some crazy shit happens: Muggings, ambushes, even assassination attempts... as if he knew they would happen! He knew when trouble came, he knew when one would become wealthy, he knew when the crops would grow and die, Hell... he even knew the exact day when a child was to be born!"

    "Wow!" Naniko spoke astonished, "he sounds like an amazing person."

    "Yeah," Goken continuing his story, he even predicted... the day of his own death...

    He was laying in his bed, deathly ill... no medicine could cure him. I remember... I was going to take my own life right by his bed, for I failed to protect him... I stuck the tang of my blade into my abdomen when my master used the last of his strength to stop me. He actually wanted me not to take my own life, but rather keep it... he had made one last prediction to me..."

    "Keep on living, for I can assure you... there will be another one... another who needs your skills... another who needs you... ... ..." "And then he blew his last breath on me... so staying loyal to him, even in death, I followed his orders to stay alive."

    "... I'm so sorry for your loss," Naniko said with pity.

    "OH COME NOW MISTRESS!" Jiriyuu shouted in an agitated manner, "A psychic daimyo? Do you honestly believe in such fantasies? THIS MAN IS LYING!"

    "I am NOT!" Goken shouted back in oppression, "I even still have the scar from when my master died!" Goken then untied his robes, revealing a small, pink line on his abdomen.

    "Oh please, that could have been from anything!" Jiriyuu shouted back again, "Maybe you don't know how to use a sword, so you jus-

    "Jiriyuu, ENOUGH!" Naniko yelled angrily, "How about we just get back on track, shall we? After all, our destination isn't to far away from here."

    With that in mind, all three continued back up the mountain path...

    ("I hope we get their soon... I'm in urgent need to pee again.") Naniko thought to herself.

    End of Chapter 2

    (*: for those who don't know... when a samurai lost their daimyo it was tradition that the samurai commit hari kari, and stay loyal to their master in death. Those who did not take their lives became Ronin, or a samurai with no master.)

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    Bethany had always had a little problem with managing the toilet. At 22, petite, with red hair and a slim figure, she was no closer to being potty-trained than when she had been a little girl. And it wasn’t that she was stupid: no. She could have learnt to control her bladder at any time she wanted, But where would the fun in that be? Where was the fun in using the porcelain potty for peeing in, like a boring person? Life was far, far more exciting with an element of unpredictability: you never knew when the urge was going to strike – in the cinema, in the car, at work, in the kitchen – or even sitting in her boyfriend’s lap! No, Bethany was just fine, thank you, and liked her life exactly the way it was.

    So imagine her shock the day she came home to find her boyfriend waiting for her behind the front door. He was standing tall, all six foot two of him, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. She felt a little wetness form between her legs. But what was this? He looked so… stern. She cocked her head at him, and smiled her most winning smile:

    ‘What is it, sweetheart?’

    He didn’t smile back at her. Instead he said: ‘On your knees, Beth.’

    She looked around. There was nothing soft to kneel on except the small blue doormat. She knelt down. Her pretty dress was going to get so rumpled sitting like this. It settled over the backs of her bare legs, and she could feel the cold air of the hallways against her little cotton knickers. She did hope this wasn’t going to take long… she was beginning to feel the stirrings of her bladder. She’d had three cups of tea at work, and forgotten to go to the loo before driving home. Silly girl. It was catching up with her now, though, but she didn’t dare wriggle under his fierce gaze.

    ‘You’ve had one too many accidents around here recently, young lady.’

    She wondered which ones he was referring to… she’d woken up in the night two nights ago, her bladder swollen and heavy. She’d wanted to wet herself in bed. She’d wanted to soak the cotton, feel a puddle under her bottom… but her boyfriend had an important meeting the next day. She hadn’t wanted to wake him in case he was cross instead of turned on.

    Instead, she had slipped out of the bed and had slid the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers open. It was full of her boyfriend’s underwear, all neatly folded and arranged by colour. It was so pretty!

    She had squatted beside it, feeling he weight of her urgency pushing down, sending tingles of arousal up her spine. She wanted to mess up his drawer. She wanted to mess that drawer up so badly! She wanted to wet herself, piss her knickers sitting in the drawer, rubbing her soaking wet crotch over all his nice clean things! S

    he slipped the drawer loose from the chest, and positioned it on the carpet. Straddling it, she had lowered her crotch right in so that her little pussy was up tight against the clean cotton. She slipped one hand down into the front of her knickers. God she was wet. Her fingers slid through her thick arousal, and she could feel her clit throbbing. She was panting with excitement, breath coming fast and shallow. God she felt naughty, wetting her little knickers in the middle of the night, all over his nice clean clothes.

    She rubbed one finger over her little pee-hole, teasing herself, and then – suddenly- it came. God, she had been desperate. And there it was, a hot river, spilling over her finger and into her thin cotton knickers. The heat of it, and the naughtiness, were extraordinary, made her grind forward against a pile of his pants.

    Oh, god, the stream was hard. She couldn’t stop – not even if she’d wanted to, releasing a hissing stream that soaked her knickers instantly and flowed out, all over his pants. She was ruining them, utterly soaking them with her stream, wetting all over them as if the didn’t know any better.

    She had rubbed up hard against them, fucking herself against the sodden cotton. There was a thin stream of pee still running out from her knickers, and when she came, she pushed down hard enough to let the last of it out in a forceful spurt. She came so hard she saw stars, and then crawled back into bed, leaving her wet knickers in the drawer, and drying off her little damp pussy against the sheets.

    Perhaps that was what he had meant? He had been very cross. She felt her tummy go hot and fizzy at the memory of it.

    He went on: ‘the only way to teach you a lesson is by regulating where you pee.’

    No. She thought. Not toilets. Not boring, impersonal bathrooms? She wouldn’t do it.

    He must have seen her crestfallen expression, because he bent toward her, lifting her chin up with his finger.

    ‘Now, Bethie, when would I ever do anything horrid to you? This is a nice thing!’

    Then, from behind his back, he pulled out a little sparkly… necklace? No, it wasn’t. It was soft and round and…

    It was a kitty collar.

    She smiled up at him. He was going to…? No, she couldn’t work it out.

    ‘See, Bethie? You’re going to be my little kitty, if you want to be. And you know where little kitties do their naughty business, don’t you?’

    She shook her head. She had no idea – outside? No, he surely wasn’t going to make her go outside every single time… she had to go pee so often!

    ‘Well, sweetheart, they do their naughty business in…. let me show you.’

    He took her by the hand and made her crawl down the hallway, into the living room. The crawling made her bladder wobble, made her whimper in desperation, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he pushed open the living room door and showed her…

    It was a kitty litter box. A blue, shallow box, large enough for her to go on all fours, filled up with grey cat litter. Beside it, stacked up, were four or five others – enough, she worked out, for nearly every room in the house.

    ‘Oh, Ian’, she breathed. They were so perfect. Naughty, and public, and humiliating, but just for her, and provided with love, and the perfect answer to her need to let herself go wherever she was.

    ‘I love you so, so much’. She felt totally overwhelmed, as if she was about to cry – as if she was about to wet herself.

    He came toward her and she pressed up against him. From her kneeling position her head was level with his cock. When she rubbed her face against him, too overwhelmed to speak, she realized; he was rock hard, throbbing in his pants.

    He held the back of her head, letting little wet tears prick through the material of his trousers so that he could feel the salty wetness against the tip of his cock. With his other hand, he gentle moved her long red hair so he could slip the collar round her neck, adjusting it loosely into place. He stepped back to get a look at her.

    Beth looked exquisite: tear-stained but smiling, naughty but vulnerable looking, totally overwhelmed by his gift. She was also… squirming?

    ‘Beth, baby, does someone need to use their new little litter tray?’

    She paused, as if thinking about it, bunching her dress in her hands. Then she looked at him, and nodded.

    ‘I want to go pee-pee’, she said.

    He smiled. He was used to it, the way big-girl language often seemed to leave her when she was desperate.

    ‘Would you like to use your new pee-pee place?’

    She smiled and nodded, her cheeks pinking in embarrassment. He felt his cock twitch. He couldn’t wait to see her kneel over it, make the litter wet and filthy with her piss.

    She pulled her dress up and crawled toward the litter tray. He was expecting her to crawl onto it, to kneel on all fours and pull down her knickers, but she didn’t. Instead, she kept her pink lacy knickers on, and plonked her bottom down in the middle of the tray, splaying her legs out in a ‘v’, bunching her dress up out of the way.

    She was facing him, eyes big and wide, showing him her pink pussy beneath the lacy knickers.

    ‘I’m going to go wee-wee’, she breathed. ‘I’m going to wet myself like a little kitty, and make a big sticky puddle.’

    He was palming his cock through his jeans, desperate to take it out and stroke himself, but knowing he wanted to wait until he could sink it into her.

    ‘Do you feel naughty, baby, all exposed like that? All naked and bare and about to go in your knickers?’

    She bit her lower lip and blushed brilliant red.

    ‘Oh’, she squirmed. ‘Its coming, please, its running down into my pee-place, I am going to go in my kitty-potty.’

    And then he saw it. The pee suddenly started its glossy trickle out of her, hissing and spilling through the lacy knickers, soaking the gusset until they were see-through.

    Then, obscenely, the stream hit the kitty litter. It pooled on the top for a second, creating a puddle that spread from her pussy to her knees, and then suddenly, it started to soak in. The grey littler grew dark and soft.

    ‘I’m making a pee-pee cushion!’ she said, happily, rubbing up and down her soaking knickers.

    He couldn’t bare it any longer. Suddenly he stood, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them round his knees. His cock was rock hard, red and weeping. Bethie looked at it, smiling, her fingers rubbing faster through her stream of pee.

    ‘Little kitty’, he said to her. ‘On your hands and knees, now.’

    ‘In my litter tray?’ She asked,. ‘That’s naughty.’

    ‘Yes’, he said. ‘Go on, I’m going to put my big cock inside your little pussy, kitty, whilst you wet yourself into your tray.’

    She let out a little mewling noise and knelt. As she moved, she dirtied the hem of her pretty dress with drips of pee.

    Coming up behind her, he slipped her dress up over her bottom, until his face was close to her lacy knickers. They smelt divine, of her naughty piss, and he ran his finger over them, to make her squirm. Then, he shoved them out of the way, exposing her pretty, dripping pussy, sparkly with pee.

    ‘Kitty, do you have any more pee-pee left?’ He asked.

    ‘Yes, I still want to go, so badly’ she panted, pushing her little naked cunt toward him.

    He guided himself into her in one, long stroke. She felt exquisite, the wet heat enveloping him.

    ‘Keep going, Bethie. Let your piss run down your legs into your tray like a good girl, whilst I fuck you.’

    ‘Oh, god’, she said as he started to move: long, deep strokes inside her. ‘Oh, my pee-pee feels so hot running down my legs, and you feel so big, oh, please, please.’

    He fucked her harder, looking down at her piss bouncing off the kitty litter, at her knees all grubby with it. He knew he wasn’t going to last and with one final stroke, he emptied his balls deep inside her, filling her up with cum. It made her squeal, the heat and force of it, and it made her pee spray everywhere.

    When he pulled out, he looked at his filthy little kitty, piss and cum running down her thights. ‘Would you like to cum, princess?’

    She nodded, still kneeling in the litter tray. He eased her out until she was lying on the living room carpet.

    ‘Good kitty’, he whispered, lying close to her, reaching under her knickers to find her swollen clit. ‘You can finish your pee-pee on the carpet if you want to. I know how much you like that. You’ve been so good.’

    As he touched her, she started to piss again, legs open, wild abandon, letting her stream dirty the cream carpet.

    ‘You’re a dirty kitty, aren’t you?’. he whispered sweetly to her as he touched her, ‘all slippery with your own pee-pee, and my filthy cum in your hole. You know what I think?’ She shook her head, her whole body taut and close to orgasm.

    ‘I think next time, sweetie, I might join you in your litter tray.’

    She looked at him, wild-eyed as if she hadn’t understood.

    'Would you like that? Would you like to squat over your litter tray in front of me, and…’ He bent down to whisper close to her ear, ‘would you like to expose your pretty cock for me, and start peeing, and have me cover you in my piss while you’re doing it for me, darling?’

    As he said it, he felt her cum under him, long and hard and desperate. She was shaking and filthy, her whole body spasming with the filthiness of it.

    He looked at her, soiled and spent on the floor. This was going to be very, very good fun.

    [To be continued….]

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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    Previously...
    Katie ran inside, flipping on every light as she did. Bryan reached down and picked up her forgotten bag, slowly following her into their room. He dropped both bags at the foot of the bed, then stood watching as Katie looked around the room.
    Katie spun in a quick circle, then dashed to a door. She pulled it open, one hand still firmly holding her crotch, and found a closet where the safe, ironing board, and washing machine and dryer were located. She slammed the door and rushed across the room to another small door. It was a slightly larger closet for them to put their clothes in if they wished. Katie spun in a circle one last time, finally determining the truth.
    “Why is there no bathroom in here?”

    .........

     

    “Beats me,” Bryan said. “Why don’t we go back downstairs and see if there’s a restaurant nearby. You could use the bathroom there.”
    Katie jammed her hands even harder in her crotch, and crossed one leg over the other. “I won’t make it that far,” she said, bouncing up and down slightly. “I’ve got to pee now.”
    Bryan looked around the room for an alternative. After a second, he noticed the small bucket that was meant to hold ice. He snatched it from the dresser, yanked out the plastic bags, and set it in front of Katie. “If it’s that bad, then use this. I’ll wait outside.” He quickly left the room, giving Katie some privacy.
    Katie looked unhappily at the bucket. She really, really didn’t want to pee in it. She stood up straight, determined to hold in her pee until they could locate a restaurant. When she removed her hands from her crotch, though, pee began leaking into her panties. A fast squirt pushed its way out, and Katie shoved her hands back into their previous positions. “It’s better than wetting myself,” she whispered.
    Mentally preparing herself, Katie let go of her crotch, hurriedly yanked off her pants, and squatted over the bucket. As soon as she was crouched down, her bladder gave out and released everything. Katie relaxed, relieved. When she felt warmth spread up her backside, she realized that she’d forgotten to pull down her panties too. But all she could do now was finish peeing. There was no stopping the flow.
    After nearly a full minute of peeing, Katie finally finished. She waited until there was no more pee dripping from her panties, then slipped her pants all the way off and stood up. She removed her panties to survey the damage. They were almost completely saturated. Katie grimaced, disgusted with herself, and crossed the room to the closet with the washing machine. She tossed her wet panties in and slammed the lid shut.
    Just as Katie was re-buttoning her pants, Bryan stuck his head in the door. “All better?”
    “Yeah,” Katie mumbled, staring at the floor.
    “Shall we go find something to eat, then?”
    Katie stuffed her feet back into her sneakers. “Sure.”
    The couple made their way back down to the lobby. As they were crossing the marble floor, Katie stopped. “Wait just a sec,” she said. “I’ve got to ask the receptionist an important question.”
    She approached the front desk, irate. She slammed her hand onto the counter, glaring at the kind-faced woman. “Why isn’t there a bathroom in our room?”
    The woman’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, dear, we forgot to tell you,” she said in a sweet voice. “This old place is a converted schoolhouse, so the rooms aren’t equipped with plumbing. There also isn’t a restroom down here, because it’s out of order.” She pointed to a closed door with a bright yellow sign on it. “I’m so sorry dear.”
    Katie glared for another moment, and then sighed. “So where are we supposed to use the facilities?”
    “Well, there’s a row of old outhouses in the back, but most people prefer to go elsewhere. As for showers, there is an old Flying J about ten miles outside of town.” The receptionist ended with a satisfied smile.
    “That’s ridiculous,” Katie snapped. “You can be sure that we won’t be coming back here for another stay.”
    The old woman smiled mischievously. “I’m sorry you feel that way, dear.”
    Katie shook her head and stormed back over to Bryan. “Let’s go.”

  3. Endless Desire: Chapter III
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    Illya then stopped in her tracks before remembering she still had her pajamas on. She let go of Miyu and slowly walked her way back into her room with a dumbfounded look on her face.

     

    "I will be right back... I forgot to change clothes." Illya told Miyu.

     

    Illya shut the door to her room and picked out: a pink skirt, long striped socks, and a yellow t-shirt with a five-leaved purple flower on it. Quickly, she tossed her pajamas off to the side and put her yellow t-shirt on first. She then put her legs through the holes of her skirt and slid it up to her body and then put it on the level where her shirt and panties met. Soon after, she put her stripped socks on and walked out of the room to meet Miyu.

     

    "Now, we can go!" Illya said with glee as she dragged Miyu down stairs and into the living room. She then made her way to the door and put her white sneakers on.

     

    Miyu sat next to her as she tried to act like nothing had happened just a few minutes ago.

     

    "Something wrong, Miyu?" Illya perked up while looking at Miyu's gloomy face.

     

    "N-nothing... I'm fine. " Miyu lied. After she was done putting her shoes on, Illya stood above and offered her a hand to help her up. Miyu grasped it as Illya pulled her up.

     

    "I'm going to out for a bit with Miyu. I will be back in 2 hours or so." Illya announced.

     

    "Have fun you two!" Irisviel called out from the kitchen.

     

    Illya opened the door and walked out while Miyu followed. She then shut it as she began walking on the sidewalk that was in the direction towards town. Miyu began to walk beside her while the cool breeze blew up against her hair.

     

    "Miyu, do you mind if I ask you something since its just us two and no one is around." Illya asked.

     

    "... Go ahead." Miyu replied quietly.

     

    Illya's face began to turn red as she began to speak, "Why do you like wearing diapers... you also mentioned you like acting like a baby... why is that?"

     

    Miyu face turned crimson once she had said this. Miyu bit her lip before taking a deep breath. " Before I met you, I was alone... I had no one... so... I went back to where I was happy the most... when I was a baby. It was the only thing that made me happy..."

     

    There was a small bit of silence between them. As Illya took it about what Miyu had just told her. They kept on walking as Illya thought of a reason to reply back. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Miyu having had no one, being alone all the time.

     

    "But things have changed for the better you have friends now! Are you happy?" Illya asked. Wanting to know how Miyu felt. They then stopped under a shady tree and Illya gently took Miyu's hands in her.

     

    "I.. I am happy but its just..." Miyu's voice seemed to trail off..

     

    For a while Miyu was happy that things in her life had changed for the better. Miyu still did enjoy acting like a baby and wearing diapers. They made her feel safe and one could go so far as to say loved.

     

    Illya was about to ask another question, Suddenly a strong yet gentle breeze blew across the side walk. Blowing up their skirts to reveal a small white diaper below for Miyu and a small pair of white panties for Illya. Both girls dropped their hands to their skirts pushing them down to block anyone's perverted view.

     

    This had made both of their cheeks turn into a rosy red color. The breeze returned to normal which led both of them to start walking again.

     

    Miyu still wasn't able to bring herself to tell Illya that she was indeed happy. As there was more than that, but she would let her know at a later time.

     

    As both of them walked along, it was Illya who broke the silence again.

     

    "So, Miyu is there anywhere you'd like to go before we get something to eat?" She asked, Miyu tried think of somewhere where they could go, but as she thought she felt the need to pee beginning to show its faint signs once again.

     

    "Umm, can we go to the park?" Miyu asked quietly.

     

    Miyu didn't want to go anywhere that had a lot of people seeing as how things were moving along badly for her. With each step she took, her need to pee grew ever so stronger.

     

    "Sure we can!" Illya answered happily.

     

    Reaching over, she took Miyu's hand gently quickening her pace to the park. She nearly dragged Miyu along behind her who stumbled about trying to regain her footing. This didn't help her bladder much as she felt small stabs of pain in her lower chest.

     

    Ten minutes later they arrived at the park.

     

    All around them were rows upon rows of cherry blossom trees. With their pink blossoms dancing in the breeze, a small sidewalk entered the park where small rows of green hills could be seen to the left and right of them.

     

    While, Illya was enjoying the sight Miyu on the other hand was quietly. Whimpering to herself about how she needed to pee rather badly and wanted to cross her legs together. The thought of using her diaper like before crossed her mind, but she didn't want Illya to hear the sound of her peeing again so, she softly bit her lip.

     

    "This is so beautiful isn't it Miyu?" Illya asked.

     

    Miyu after several moments spoke up again.

     

    "It really is..." She replied.

     

    Miyu gave the park only a quick run over. She was trying to occupy her need to pee. She then payed attention to Illya, who started forward into the park and walked several steps, but she then saw Miyu wasn't with her. She then turned around and saw that her friend was still at the parks entrance.

     

    "Miyu are you okay is something wrong?" Illya asked a hint of concern in her voice.

     

    "N-nothing wrong..." Miyu quickly said back.

     

    "Then why are you standing there not moving?" She asked.

     

    Miyu thought of a lie real quickly.

     

    "I've got a cramp in my leg!" Miyu responded back clearly lying to Illya.

     

    "Would you like some help in walking to the bench over here?" Illya asked pointing to a small bench near a couple of rose bushes not to far from her.

     

    Miyu took small steps forward and before she stopped for a moment. "N..no I can make it!" Miyu told Illya. She had to tok her time moving very slowly so Illya wouldn't hear a sound, if a sound were to come from below. To pass the time, Illya walked over to one of the roses and leaned down gave it a smell.

     

    With her back turned to her, Miyu moved forward to join her friend, but in her haste she moves far too and quickly felt a steady stream of pee flood into her diaper. Touching between her legs, Miyu closes her eyes in defeat. The embarrassment of her peeing was quite strong as her diaper started to turn yellow around her crotch area. This caused Miyu worry if it could leak.

     

    The stream stopped and remembered it could a hold a lot before it could leak. Soon, small chunks off poop entered her diaper as she quickly joined up with Illya and tugged on her shoulder.

     

    "Can we leave and get something to eat?" Miyu asked as her face turned red.

     

    "We just got here! Is something wrong?" Illya replied.

     

    "Nope everything is just fine... I'm just really hungry now." Miyu told her. Though, the way her cheeks had looked was is a different story. Illya saw this but didn't say anything and soon gave into her friends demands.

     

    "Okay, there's a nice place down the road a couple of blocks lets head there." Illya said with a smile. She once again grabbed Miyu's hand and started lead her out of the park though, she was disappointed that she couldn't enjoy more of it. They then arrive at the restaurant fifteen minutes later during the walk there.

     

    Miyu felt the warm dampness spread between her legs as she moving further and further. She then sat at a table and saw two steak plates that were prepared for them after a few minutes of waiting in line and order. Miyu took her fork and lightly stabbed her steak before putting it into Illya's mouth. Illya then gulped as she smiled at Miyu.

     

    "This is some good food." Illya said as she was spoon fed by Miyu once more.

     

    "... It is..." Miyu wondered.

     

    Illya then grabbed Miyu's spoon and fed her as well. She then gulped it down.

     

    "Oh... it really is." She said shyly.

     

    Miyu's body then growled as she whispered in her ear, "Um... I'm about to um... I don't think.. I can..."

     

    Its fine. There is no need to worry. I know you went in the park... Just go and I will change you after your done." Illya whispered in a gentle voice.

     

    Miyu's face turned red as her diapers began to fill with even more pee and poop. She clenched Illya's shoulder as the back of her skirt became bulky from the mess she was letting out. Illya hugged her tight while slowly her bladder and bowels began to stop. A small stream of pee came rushing down her leg while Illya looked curiously at it.

     

    "You done now, Miyu?" Illya said with a gentle voice.

     

    Miyu looked at Illya and tried her best to hold the tears in. She looked down while her face turned extremely red. Illya could tell that this must have been really embarrassing for her to do this. Nevertheless, what's done is done.

     

    "Yes..." Miyu said quietly. Illya grabbed Miyu's hand and pushed her chair in before walking into the family restroom and locked the door.

     

    "Um... I'm new at this so if I don't get it right... don't hate me okay. So please... Lay down, Miyu." Illya said as she turned her face away from Miyu while trying to hide her blush.

     

    Miyu did as she was told, and laid flat on the bathroom floor. Illya then pulled out an extra diaper and the other changing supplies and put them to the side. Illya took a gulp as she removed Miyu's skirt and exposed her yellow and brown stained diaper.

     

    "I want you to stay still for me so I can get it done quickly." Illya told Miyu.

     

    Illya then removed the tapes of the diaper and brought the front down and revealed her pooped-stained womanhood. Illya then grabbed a baby wipe from the container and began to wipe all the mess off of her. She than raised Miyu's legs and began to wipe down there as well. Miyu couldn't help but be amazed how good she was doing it. She had never been changed like this before with such love and precision. Miyu began to relax as Illya removed the dirty diaper from under her and put the wipes in it before wrapping it up. Lifting her legs up, Illya put a new diaper under her bum before powdering her parts quickly. To finish it off, Illya grabbed the straps and taped them to the sides of the diaper. She then examined the diaper and made sure it was on right before sliding Miyu's skirt up her legs and over her diaper.

     

    "All done!" Illya smiled as she helped Miyu up. Illya then threw the dirty diaper in the trash and put the supplies back in Miyu's knapsack. Miyu then grabbed the knapsack from Illya's hand and put it on her back. They both then walked out of the restroom and sat down and finished their meal. After they finished their meal, they made their way back to Illya's house. As soon as they took off their shoes at the door, that's when they saw Rin and Luvia talking with Irisviel.

     

    Next time:

     

    "... Illya have you ever wanted to try it again... I mean wearing diapers again?" Miyu asked Illya.

     

    Illya bit her lip and replied, "I will be honest. I have thought about it, but I tried my best to forget about it. It was embarrassing I had to wear them until I was 7 and I wanted nothing to do with them, surprisingly sometimes I miss those days. The days where I didn't have to get up to go to the bathroom. Some days I have the desire to just go in my pants."

     

    Miyu's face turned red as she pulled a diaper out of her bag and handed it to Illya, "Um... if you wanna try again... your welcome to join me... I will help you get it on if you need too... I don't like... being alone.. wearing them..." Illya touched the diaper and felt the soft texture. Illya saw the gloomy and sad face on Miyu as she said that. She bit her lip and thought for a moment so she could know what she was getting into. Illya handed the diaper to Miyu and smiled.

     

    "Sure! I'll join you!" That's when Miyu's face perked up with happiness.

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    Bro Strider hops out the back of the van and picks up Tavii (girl tavros ) and Nepeta, while Dave hops out of the drivers seat and you take them to the top of your apartment and lock the access door to the roof. " Bro you get the brown blood. I'll get the pretty kitty" Dave barked. Bro sets down nepeta and the walks over to a picnic table on the roof and lays tavii down no it and ties her down. " you know tav I am thirsty." says Bro in a demanding voice, while giving tav a creepy smile. Bro pulls up tavii's shirt and reaches behind her to undo her bra. He slips it off her and pulls out a clear glass. Tav starts to blush as bro grabs her breast and starts to get chocolate milk to come from her and fills the glass. Bro takes a sip, that leaves behind a milk stash, he then put his face right up in Tav's and says "lick it off". Tav does as he said nervously. "Are you thirsty" Bro asked. She shook her head. "Com on now you need to drink" "not that!" screamed Tav. Bro then lifts her head and presses the glass to her lips and starts to make her drink it, she spit it out at him. "Oh your gonna get punished for that, but it will come later" Bro said has he got up and went to fetch something. He co0mes back with a baby bottle full of Tav's milk. " I guess I will have to give it to you this way" He puts the tip of the bottle in her mouth and she starts drinking the milk. Once she is done Bro unties her and puts her over his knee and pulls down her pants showing her light brown panties with the sign of the Taurus on the butt. Bro starts spanking her as she cries out. Bro spanks her till her bum is a brownish orange. He pulls up her pants "now did you learn your lesson?" "yes sir" She mumbles "good " Bro says cheerfully as he puts a leash around her neck and put her bra back on her. " Tav do you need to pee" "yes were can I go". A smile makes its way across Bro's face "Any were" "But I can't just pee on a roof" "then hold it. oh and are you hungry" "ya" Bro tie the leash on to a lead pipe and goes down stairs to get some food. He comes back up with popcorn and a rootbear faygo and hands it to tav. Tav easts all of it and drinks the faygo. "all done then come on. He leads Tav down stairs to his room and locks the door behind him and undoes the leash on Tav. "thanks Bro" "welcome" A spider drops down on top of Tav's nose and she starts flipping out. "calm down tav" She still is flipping out, she killed the spider the second it landed on her. Bro grabs Tav from behind and presses down on her bladder and she lets out a spurt of pee. "you clamed down now " "yes and I really need to pee now like really bad" Tav starts doing the pee pee dance. "well don't think about it think about water falls" "not helping" "try thinking about a river flowing rapidly" Tav starts peeing her pants while Bro stands and watches as she soaks her pants. A large puddle forms under her feet and then dribbles down to a stop as Bro starts pulling down her pants to revile her wet panties were good sized a wet patch has formed on her bum.

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    ‘Baby, where are we going?’ Kathryn asked as she slowly nuzzled and kissed Mya’s neck. It had been a couple of weeks since Kathryn had admitted her kink to her girlfriend, and neither had brought it up since. Kathryn was finally beginning to relax a little and think Mya had accepted her fetish but didn’t want to talk about it right now, which was fine with Kathryn – she would much rather not talk about it than have an embarrassing argument over it.

    ‘We are going out to celebrate your new job hun,’ Mya said, glancing over at Kathryn with a smile and wink before turning her attention back to the road. Little did Kathryn know, Mya had a very big evening planned for the two of them.

    ‘Oh, Mya, it’s not a big deal, really. We don’t have to do anything special,’ Kathryn said, looking down at her lap where hers and Mya’s hands were intertwined. ‘Of course we do, end of conversation,’ was the only reply.

    Both women let themselves be dragged into their personal thoughts for the remainder of the journey to the restaurant Mya had made a reservation at. Kathryn squeezed her hand and gave her a timid smile when she realized they were having dinner at the very restaurant they went to on their first date over a year ago.

    ‘I hope you’re hungry and thirsty baby, because I plan on getting you good and drunk tonight,’ Mya said, casting a wicked grin towards her girlfriend as they walked hand-in-hand to the restaurant entrance. ‘Reservation for Holmes,’ Mya said with a confident smile.

    ‘Right this way Miss Holmes,’ the host said, smiling at the couple and taking them to a secluded booth in the corner of the dining area. ‘I hope this is to your liking.’

    ‘This is perfect,’ Mya said, smiling to the host as she and Kathryn sat down across from each other. Once the host had handed them their menus and poured them both complimentary samples of the house wine, Mya took hold of Kathryn’s hand across the table and smiled at her with love in her eyes. ‘I am so proud of you Kathryn. I know you worked extremely hard to get this job and you deserve to celebrate the fact that you did,’ Mya said, gently rubbing her thumb along Kathryn’s knuckles.

    ‘Thank you baby, I couldn’t have done it without your support of me though,’ Kathryn said, lifting Mya’s hand to her lips so she could kiss it. ‘You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.’

    ‘Likewise baby, now drink up. I have a surprise for you later tonight,’ Mya said with a knowing grin as she drained her wine glass and proceeded to drink half of the ice water the host had provided her. Kathryn felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and an underlying desire for Mya to be talking about a surprise having to do with her kink, but neither Kathryn nor Mya brought up the comment the rest of the night.

    Instead, the two girls had a delicious 3-course meal with a couple bottles of wine to accompany them in their endeavor to celebrate Kathryn’s new job. Once Mya had paid the bill and flagged a taxi, Kathryn was beginning to feel the pressure of her bladder and was sure it was worse for her girlfriend, because not only had both of them avoided the bathroom the entire night, but Mya had consumed enough liquid to quench the thirst of a small village.

    The girls were giggling as they slid into the back seat of the cab, cuddling close and kissing once Mya had told the driver her address.

    'Tonight I’m going to make you cum like you’ve never cum in your life,' Mya whispered, lightly biting on Kathryn’s neck before taking Kathryn’s hand and sliding it up under her skirt to touch her soaking panties. Kathryn blushed, then gasped and rubbed against Mya’s pussy when she felt a small trickle come from beneath the lacy-thin barrier.

    'Fuck Mya, you know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want,' Kathryn whispered, though not one single iota of her wanted Mya to stop.

    'Baby, shut up and kiss me before I piss myself in the back of this cab,' Mya growled before roughly pressing her lips to Kathryn’s. Kathryn, however, began to rub the heel of her palm against the wetness of Mya, who sucked in her breath and whispered, ' I swear to God if you make me piss myself before we get back to my place you are going to be handcuffed to the bed and tortured until you piss yourself.'

    'Is that a promise?' Kathryn asked with a wicked look in her eyes as they both felt a little more urine gush out of Mya. Mya shot Kathryn a look before shoving her hand between her legs and stemming the flow of pee, while simultaneously asking the driver in a calm and controlled voice how far they were away from her apartment. Luckily (or not), they were only three blocks away, but for those three blocks it was complete torture for both girls.

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    (This is based around my Oc's brother, ToothlessFan, I have no brother myself irl but I couldn't help but make this one-shot, hope y'all enjoy.)

     

    ToothlessFan, a sixteen year old male, was gaming with his younger sister, SpyroFan, humming to himself while watching his sister's skills at online games.

     

    "Not the best out there, are you Spy?" he snickered, the response was inevitable, "Shut up."

     

    "Be glad I'm here, or you'd be hopeless," ToothlessFan snickered again, "Oh my gosh! I know what I'm doing! Geez, learn to let up for once!" SpyroFan cried.

     

    ToothlessFan shook his head, he crossed one leg over the other, feeling a strange urge from below, "Spyro, wanna time out for a bit?" "I'm not gullible, the second I get up, you'll kill my avatar," his sister complained.

     

    "No l, I won't, I just.... you know.... just get away from gaming for a bit," he felt his face grow warm, he didn't want to explain this need to his sister.

     

    "You sound nervous, something I should know?" SpyroFan replied, he could almost see her smirk.

     

    "No! N-no, just ..... my legs are falling asleep, so I need to walk around a bit."

     

    "Fine fine, I'll leave you to it," SpyroFan replied.

     

    ToothlessFan sighed, but his eyes widened, SpyroFan doesn't give up that easily, but before he could do anything, he heard her slam his bedroom door shut, "No!" he tried to force the door open, but SpyroFan was pulling it shut with all her might, "Spyro, let me out! This isn't funny!" ToothlessFan yelled.

     

    "Tell me why you're so desperate to leave, then I might let you."

     

    "SpyroFan! You let me out this instant!" he crossed his legs and groaned quietly, "Give me one good reason why I should, after all it could be revenge for you making fun of my gaming," SpyroFan replied.

     

    "I can't tell you! Just let me out, I will tell you later, alright? I promise, please."

     

    "Do you think I am that gullible? The one thing I'm good at is trusting," she had a point there.

     

    The pinkish, reddish haired teen attempted to push the door open by slamming his shoulder into it, all that earned was a bruised shoulder, and a loud startled gasp from SpyroFan.

     

    "Spyro, let me out..." and when she didn't reply, "Fine! I'll tell you.... I just... really need to.." he cleared his throat, "Really need to.... um... you know... g-go...."

     

    "Are you serious?" was her reply after a long, silent moment, then, to ToothlessFan's embarrassment, she started laughing.

     

    "Spyro, I told you why I need out of here, now keep to your word and let me out before I have an accident!" ToothlessFan was practically begging now.

     

    He could feel his bladder filling up more, and he started fidgeting, "S-spyro? Please let me o-out, I can't wait m-much longer."

     

    He began worrying as his sister became quiet, she never heard him stutter and beg before, was it that bad?

     

    She launched out of her thoughts when she heard him gasp loudly, "S-spyro, let me out! Now! It's not gonna wait m-much l-longer!"

     

    She bit her bottom lip until she tasted blood, her brother wouldn't even be in this mess if she didn't want revenge, she could still hear him crying and punching the door, she eventually whispered, "I'm sorry," and ran off to her room.

     

    ToothlessFan finally got his door open, he felt the warm liquid trickling and dripping down to the floor, he couldn't get it open in time, so he just simply dried himself off best he could and knocked on SpyroFan's door.

     

    "May I come in?" he asked, he opened the door slightly and saw her nod.

     

    "Spy, don't feel bad, I'd do the same thing," he gave his signature goofy grin, when that didn't work, he pulled her off her bed and into a hug.

     

    "If I had known it was that bad, I wouldn't have done it, why didn't you tell me earlier?" SpyroFan asked.

     

    "Now now, Spyro, we all have our mistakes," he hugged her closer, and didn't expect what she said next.

     

    "Umm.. Toothy? I kinda have to go too, so um... EEK!" SpyroFan gasped loudly as ToothlessFan pulled her closer, saying, "If I'm forced to have an accident, you are too."

     

    She freed one hand from his grasp and shoved it between her legs, "Toothless! Why?!"

     

    "You can wet yourself right now and get it over with, or wait hours in agony until you reach your limit," he snickered and burst out laughing at her bright red blush.

     

    "This is unfair!" SpyroFan whined.

     

    "We reached unfair a long time ago, little sister!"

     

    In SpyroFan's constant struggling, her bladder forcefully emptied itself, soaking her shorts, her blush turned brighter as she stared towards ToothlessFan in horror.

     

    His laughter coming to an end, he took SpyroFan's hand in his and walked to the bathroom, "Come on, Spyro, let's get cleaned up," he turned to her, his goofy grin back on his face.

     

    Her look of disbelief slowly turned into amusement as she said, "What will happen to us when our friends find out?"

     

    "Oh I can't even picture the torture, but let's just say it's gonna be absolute carnage."

     

    They both stared at each other for a moment, before bursting out in laughter.

     

    (SpyroFan and ToothlessFan belong to me, the dragons they were named after, however, don't. No hate please, and I hope you have a nice day.)

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    This guy, Matthew. He knew I had a crush on him. I have been fantasizing about him for years. He was much older than myself, married, and I adored him. One day he decided to fulfill my fantasy, but wanted something in return.

    I'll let you do whatever you want to me, he said. But before that, you have to obey me all day long.

    No problem! I said. I'd do anything for this guy. What should I do? I asked. You'll see, He replied. I'll meet you at your place tomorrow morning.

    Morning arrived and so did he. I made us some coffee and we chatted, when he asked me for a glass of water. And bring one for yourself as well, he said. Why? I replied. I'm not thirsty...

    Remember? he said. You are supposed to obey me.

    OK then... and I drank that glass of water.

    About an hour later he asked me to drink a glass of water again. and a little while after that, again.

    Please excuse me, I said. I have to go to the bathroom.

    Go then! he said.

    He kept telling me to drink a glass of water about every 30 minutes. I rushed to the bathroom so many times, I can't remember. My kidneys were constantly working. I honestly did not understand why he is doing this to me.

    This routine went on for about 6 hours. Then at about 2pm I needed to run to the bathroom again, when he asked me where I was going.

    Where do you think? I replied. To pee, of course. again! you've been watering me all day!

    Stay here for a while, he said. and I did.

    15 minutes went by, and he brings me another glass of water. Then a cup of tee.

    Let me just quickly go to take a pee, I said.

    Sorry, he says. You can't.

    What? why? I ask in horror. I really have to!

    Because you promised to do whatever I desire, he smiled.

    I looked at him and noticed the bulge in his pants. Oh my god, this man has some kind of a pee f*etish!!! And I can't resist him! Really, I'd do anything for this guy. But right now, ooooo... I just need to pee!

    Then it really started. He kept giving me liquids and asking me to drink it all, and I obeyed. Water, coffee, tea, coke... all went right through my kidneys to my already overfilled bladder.

    I started clenching my muscles and wiggling around, my bladder was throbbing. I became so overly full so quickly! Minute by minute I could feel my bladder stretching, pee rushes through my kidneys in full force. And he kept watering me.

    I... I.. please, I must pee... I pleaded.

    Tell me how it feels, he said.

    But I'm so embarrassed... I answered.

    Please don't be. Please... we'll do anything you want after that, he softly said.

    I so wanted to please him. It feels… it’s powerful… the pressure is so hard… Ahhh... oh god, the pressure, I got to pee, I got to pee so bad!!!!!

    My hand started moving down to hold myself and then I got too embarrassed and pulled my hand back.

    You can hold yourself, he said... and I did. I had no choice, really. I was becoming so desperate. I was clenching and holding myself and constantly moving, and was praying he would finally let me go and pee.

    But he didn't.

    Instead he took my hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. His bulge… I was shocked… and he was rock hard. God... this was too exciting for me! This man's p**n1s... I had so many fantasies about it!!! Ohh and I stroked his member like there’s no tomorrow… I became so wet and wanted more… so excited that for a moment I forgot about my unbelievable desire to pee, and a spurt came out. Ahhh!!! I screamed and grabbed myself. I did not want to w*et myself in front of this gorgeous man!!!

    Take your pants off, he said in a shaking voice. I could tell that he was extremely excited.

    I took them off and stayed in my panties. I started to leak. The pressure was unbelievable. So much pressure, such a fight not to p*ee myself.

    I was breathing hard, clenching my muscles real hard, g*rabbing myself, but it was no use, I kept on leaking like crazy...

    I quickly took my panties off and shoved them between my legs to help press my p*ee hole.

    Matthew!!! I begged. The pressure, it's too much!!! I'm going to p*ee myself, please let me go! now!!!

    No, he says. You can’t go yet. But please tell me again how it feels…

    ohh the pressure... it is... ohhh... I can't tell you... I can't describe it, it is unbearable, it is enormous… I have so much urine in me, it… ahhh… it feels like I’m going to explode, it feels like my body is begging me to let go, Matthew, this is so hard… Matthew, please let me pee now… please… I’m going crazy with the desire to pee… I can’t… there’s no room in my bladder for more…

    I kept on leaking, I wanted so so so so much to just pee, god… it was unbearable.

    So very hard. Oh please dear god, I thought. Please don't let me p*ee myself, please...

    My bladder was huge and rock hard, my muscles were aching. My panties became too wet and then I noticed I am leaking constantly and can't stop it so I removed my panties and shoved my hand in, it was so hard not to give in to the enormous desire to just let go and pee… peeeee.... pee forever…... peeee………….

    Please let me go, I whispered. I felt I was going insane. Please, you don't understand, this is too much... I’m bursting… I’m bursting, Matthew. Please let me pee…

    Soon, he said. But not yet. He was rubbing his magnificent c*0*ck through his pants and was panting. He was so excited from my predicament! But I couldn't enjoy his excitement any more. Nothing existed except for my insane need to let go. I was leaking so badly. The pressure was so hard. I could feel my kidneys still working, sending more and more urine to my aching exploding hard bladder.

    Then my bladder contracted.

    I stopped breathing and held my p*ee hole crazy hard. It contracted again. My body was desperately trying to initiate urination. Ahhh… I moaned and h*eld myself and tried very very hard to stop the leaking but it was no use. Impossible. It was such a fight. My body trying to force the urine out of me, and I resist. I was shaking hard. I was sweating. The pressure was enormous.

    Maybe I should just let go... ohhhh letting go... the relief I'd feel!!! But I can’t. I must wait until he lets me… ohhh why doesn’t he let me go already…… I can’t take this pressure anymore…

    Another contraction in my bladder. Then another one. It was so intense. It was crazy.

    Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...I was breathing hard… Matthew!!! I can't, Matthew!!! I can't anymore!!! oh Matthew... oh it's coming... oh god, oh god, help... me... Matthew... help me, please... now, Matthew, I’m p*eeing… I’m p*eeing…

    Matthew could see I was at my absolute limit so he quickly put a jug on the floor between my legs. I did not need another invitation. In a matter of a split second the leaking became a stream, and the stream became a flood. I p*eed so hard. I p*eed so long. I p*eed like a horse. After all that leaking. I still p*eed 1.4 liters.

    While I was gaining relief I looked at Matthew. He was breathing hard and was rubbing his wonderful c*0*ck, sweet moans escaping his lips. Then a guttural groan that made me almost climax. My breath was caught in my throat… he was c0 m i n g in his pants.

    Matthew… I whispered. That was… amazing!

    Matthew hugged me and grabbed my wet p**** and kissed me hard. I felt like fainting. What happened next is for another story though…

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    This meeting was not going as I wanted. My important supplier and her team on the other side of the table was taking the piss with her incessant demands. I'd made far more money from my business interests in the time we'd been in the meeting than we were arguing over or than she would make all year, for that matter. So I was having none of it. Time to take the piss out of her.

    It shouldn't be too difficult, we'd been in the meeting for 4 hours and I thought I'd counted her drink five cups of tea in the first two hours. My PA knew my tactics when meetings didn't go well. I mirrored the 'bladder diplomacy' so famously used by middle eastern government negotiators against western prime ministers and presidents. So while one of my team was counter arguing some point I texted my PA to request a fire alarm drill.

    All the people in the meeting, and many others from the executive floor and all the other floors in my company's office building dutifully tramped down to the ground floor and gathered in groups at our designated rendezvous points. Acting unfazed I tried to continue the meeting and was sure now that my opponent did indeed need to pee. She wasn't exactly fidgeting but her body language was stiff as though she was trying to control it and hide something. One of her team whispered to her and disappeared in the direction of the local coffee shop, presumably to relieve himself. She made no attempt to follow but looked annoyed.

    Mrs Ozwald. Niamh to her friends. Petite, ruthless, charming and gutsy in equal measure, but no match for my intellect, business skills or deep pockets. Her red Celtic hair was one of her better features, in fact physically she had a lot going for her.

    This could be interesting, if she thought maybe I needed to go too (unlikely, I was far too well trained) was she looking for a battle of wills? My wonderful PA appeared, as I'd trained her to do, to offer to go and buy us drinks while we stood outside continuing the discussion. I asked for the largest cup of tea the shop sold, leaving Mrs O no choice but to choose a large Cappuccino. I knew my PA would come back with a small drink for me on some pretext that they'd only had one large take away cup so had opted for the guest over me.

    We continued with the business of the meeting while we waited to be allowed back inside. Mrs O was less rational, less impressive, and losing the argument as time went on. I knew now I had her. Time for the kill, she probably just wanted the meeting to end, so she could relieve her aching bladder. I offered a deal worse for them than we had been edging towards, but with signing right here right now. Her whole team seemed to need to go badly now, though she'd drunk the most of all of them. Between sentences she was now pacing around our group where we stood in the car park, she was obviously unable to hide it or keep still. I hadn't seen a grimace or curtsy yet but it was just a matter of time.

    My PA gave me a subliminal signal and in response to my nod came over, whispering "The team are wasting money now, we need to let them back in." I agreed. Bladder diplomacy wasn't working here.

    Back in the office most of my team and hers used the toilets on the exec floor before we reconvened the meeting. To my shock Niamh didn't. We were alone in the meeting room for a moment. Then she came out with a killer counter argument to my offer. I hadn't seen it coming and to be honest had underestimated her. She was bursting but still wanted to do the deal in her favour even at the expense of holding longer. She looked me in the eye. "Your games won't work with me Stewart. Give me what we're asking for. Its a reasonable price and reasonable margin, and the business case for you stacks up whatever you spend. You like doing business with us and you clearly like sparring with me. Shall we send our teams home if you want me to stick around so we can settle this?" She made a mighty effort to stand still but her knees swayed a little and her bum twitched. I could take her on alone, rising to her implied challenge, and get the deal completed quickly given her supreme desperation.

    I nodded and pushed her. "We'll lock ourselves in here until we're agreed?" She didn't hesitate. Now she was downright impressing me. Her commitment to business over her own comfort or even embarrassment reminded me of me when I was starting my business.

    We sent our teams away, my PA refreshed the drinks in the room and Niamh pointedly poured herself a cup of tea while looking me in the eye. Her pouring hand was shaking but she started to drink it. I had a water.

    For the next hour we had an intellectually stimulating negotiation, sitting across from each other. I swear she had her hand grasping her crotch under the table but I couldn't tell for sure. And it didn't matter, her strong and incessant fidgeting in the swivel chair kept me informed of her growing bladder. But she really was impressing me with her grasp of how my business could benefit from hers, all delivered despite her impressive hold: 5 cups of tea in the first two hours of the meeting, a huge cup of coffee outside in hour five, and another 90 minutes here now with another standard cup of tea.

    I'd made my mind up. I went round to sit next to her, to soften my next statement but also find out if she was holding herself. And yes, her hand slid away as I sat. Her fidgeting increased. I told her that I needed negotiators like her in my business, so I was going to offer to buy hers to get her on my team. Her eyes gleamed. I asked how much the offer needed to be for her to choose to sacrifice her own business and freedom, to work for me.

    She actually gritted her teeth as she replied. Then, thighs clenched together, she stood up and walked to the window, staring out but squirming with her back to me. Her desired figure was inflated above the business's worth but I could afford it and justify it. My reply was simply "Ok. Let's shake on it and go to dinner to celebrate. You can share your negotiating tips with me." We duly shook, and a gentleman's word is his bond in my book so that was that.

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    She did pee before we left, as did I. Over a boozy dinner we laughed, I learnt a few things, as did she, and I was staggered to discover that her winning negotiating technique was learnt from an Arab business school. She turned bladder diplomacy on its head, and found that she could be much clearer headed and persuasive with a full bladder than when comfortable. She said that outside during the fire alarm standing had got the better of her, but sitting again she had got her ability back.

    My driver dropped her home then me. I marvelled at my new recruit's technique, which beat me and impressed me in equal measure. My business gained a lot from her full bladdered negotiations on my behalf from there on, and I must admit occasionally I'd interrupt her meetings at their later stages just to enjoy seeing her squirm. I don't know if she ever knew of my own techniques.

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    [All events, places, names and medical conditions are made up and the behaviour suggested herein, especially overdosing prescription meds, is not advised or condoned]

    It had been getting worse for weeks when I finally went to the doctor. He'd taken a urine sample and run a few tests and told me in the meantime to drink only water or cranberry juice. When that had turned up nothing immediate he sent me for an ultrasound, for which I had to arrive at the hospital with a full bladder which I'd enjoyed, and insisted on heading home without relieving myself when they were done with the tests. I hadn't made it home without masturbating under my short summer dress on the tube though. Happy times.

    Today the latest results had come in and it didn't bode well that his secretary had rung me to come in for an emergency appointment. Cryptically she'd asked me not to pee or drink anything before arriving. That was fine with me, I didn't need to go.

    Sitting in his consulting room I was surprised I felt nervous when I saw the Doctor's grave face, but tried to hide it. He had a diagnosis and was here to make me better I told myself. I could handle that.

    "So what is it doctor?" I asked eventually as he was looking forlornly at me.

    He sighed. "You have a very rare condition, so rare I've never seen it before in my whole career. It didn't occur to me to test for it but the lab drew a blank with my requested tests so added one for this. In the meantime the ultrasound showed the same result. Your kidneys are malfunctioning, due to a constriction of the ureters that empty the urine they produce to your bladder. It's called Retroperitoneal Fibrosis. It's potentially dangerous, as it can lead to kidney disease and all the complications that brings."

    I wasn't sure if he was pausing for breath or to let me ask questions, so stayed stum.

    "Its treatable with a minor procedure, under local anaesthetic and using keyhole surgery. Normally we'd work on the ureter from the outside, as the obstruction is caused by fibroids growing near it, but in your case we need to open it up first. It's a bit like angioplasty where a balloon is used to enlarge a blocked blood vessel in the heart. However it's imperative that you don't pee until the operation. We need the pressure in your bladder to back up along the ureters and keep them open otherwise we can't insert the stent."

    I was getting excited now. This sounded good.

    "So I will get better? So when's the appointment Doctor?" I asked.

    He shook his head. "Yes, it's easily treatable but serious if left untreated. I've tried all over the country, the first slot I can get you is Thursday, in Orpington of all places. There's a shortage of the specialists needed. So ridiculous as it sounds you can't pee for the next 44 hours."

    I think he expected me to respond negatively but I couldn't. I just couldn't. "Well my record hold before now is 35 hours so that sounds ok." My grin was clearly disconcerting him as he appeared to ignore what I'd said.

    "We'll admit you to hospital where the staff will help you hold your pee. We'll prescribe drugs to suppress the feelings in your bladder. We'll... Hang on, what did you say?"

    I smiled and nodded, as if to say he'd heard right.

    He went beetroot red. "Are you into watersports?"

    "Well, omorashi to be precise." He looked blank so I went on "The denial of urination for sexual pleasure Doctor." I decided to push my luck. "Have you ever tried it?"

    "That's not of concern here," he muttured. "Holding urine deliberately can be bad for you young lady, it can cause bladder infections amongst other things."

    I interrupted "Check my notes doctor, I've never had a UTI. Could it be the cause of my condition now?"

    He rummaged at his keyboard and then nodded. "Ah yes, so you haven't. But no, various genetic or medication causes are attributed to Retroperitoneal Fibrosis, but peeing too often is more likely to cause this. It doesn't sound like it will be in your case. When did you last pass urine?"

    I told him it was a couple of hours before his secretary's phone call. "So that's what, 5 hours ago?" he asked.

    "Give or take," I nodded.

    "You must need to go by now then." He said it matter of factly, as a statement, not a question. I shook my head which served to fluster him. "Well take this prescription to the pharmacy and start taking the pills immediately. They will help suppress the nerves in your bladder and thus make it easier to hold on to begin with. I'll arrange for an ambulance to pick you up from home at," he checked his watch for the third time since I'd said I hadn't peed for 5 hours, "4 o'clock this afternoon?" I nodded. It would save me the cost of hospital parking. "You'll be admitted to the local hospital for the time being, and transferred sometime on Thursday to Orpington where the Urologist will perform the procedure. I must impress upon you, do not drink anything until you are in hospital and your fluid intake can be measured and controlled, and do not eat any moist foods, especially wet fruits like melon. Both these measures, while unsafe long term, will help avoid you overfilling before the procedure."

    Well that was like a red rag to a bull, and as soon as I got to the pharmacy I bought a 1 litre bottle of water and downed it while waiting for the prescription. I took quadruple the dose of the Oxybutynin pills to spice up my hospital visit, washing them down with another litre of water.

    The ambulance picked me up as arranged, by which time I'd only waited 7 hours, a trifle compared to my daily routine never mind any of my regular big holds. I chatted to the gorgeous paramedic who sat in the back with me, doing my best to boast that after 7 hours I didn't need to pee. He evidently wasn't into holdit but seemed to like my cleavage. I gave him my number as he wheeled me into the ward I'd be on for the next day and a half, and tried to kiss him on the cheek after he'd handed my notes to a nurse and checked I was safely on the bed.

    The nurses were lovely. They seemed very concerned for me that I would be "so uncomfortable" not being able to pee. None of them seemed to understand that being instructed medically not to pee was turning me on. I tried to explain that for a lot of this enforced hold I'd be completely under control and enjoying myself. But they didn't believe me. They just kept saying how badly they had to pee by the end of a busy shift and none of them seemed to like it like I do. However when I mentioned sex with a full bladder they started to take notice. The seven on my ward all formed a pact to try it out that night, by going home with their bladders full after a 12 hour shift and seducing their boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands or whatever.

    The next day 3 reported difficulty orgasming, 3 had loved it and one had enjoyed it so much she hadn't peed afterwards and had instead begged her boyfriend for sex again this morning, when she was so desperate she had no ideas how she was still holding on. But she smiled to her colleagues all gathered round my bed that she had never had sex or an orgasm so intense, and she swore to me then and there to never have sex again without "drinking lots first."

    Meanwhile I'd been holding for 24 hours now and never before found it so easy. My 2 litres of water were definitely in my bladder, it was bulging to prove it, but I barely needed to go. The Oxybutinin was clearly helping. The nurses had never seen anyone so in control of such a full bladder.

    The day passed without incident, in fact it was boring, being allowed only sips of water and dry foods. Well, I suppose one nurse asking me to masturbate her because she admired my fetish and wanted to try it was less boring, but being straight I declined. For now.

    I secretly drank another huge drink when I went to the hospital shop during the evening, but was only just finishing the bottle as I got back to the ward. It was the empty bottle in my bedside bin that gave me away, another 2 litres in and nowhere for it to go! The nurse who found it was the one who'd held for the whole night and she chided me publicly but winked as she left, taking the empty bottle with her to remove the evidence. I saw her later drinking the same size bottle as she did her rounds.

    I was enjoying my fullness and slight sensation of needing to pee as I drifted off to sleep.

    Now I'd woken up on the morning of my operation, 47 hours since my last pee and bloody bursting. The pills had stopped helping and I'd drunk way too much. As I lay writhing on the bed my favourite nurse arrived. I asked if she was off home soon, clutching myself the whole time. It turned out she'd swapped with a colleague and was now doing a double shift. "I haven't peed since starting my evening shift last night, and you know I drank that water. I want to be as good as you at this," she tells me, hopping discreetly from foot to foot. She'd also put her name down to accompany me in the ambulance booked to take me to Orpington.

    I was way beyond my usual hold now, two hours until the operation, half an hour before the ambulance and totally beside myself, really struggling. I told her so. She offered to make me cum, to help, as it had her, but instead I tried gingerly to get out of bed to go and pee some of it out. She hit the alarm button and other nurses from the same shift ran over to restrain me. They knew I enjoyed it and reminded me as much to distract me. In the end I had to be restrained like a mental patient to stop me going to the loo. I never thought I'd be medically prevented from peeing to this extreme. The thought turned me on as much as the physical sensation worried me that I'd leak and wet myself soon. Not something I'd done as a teenager or adult but this felt like I'd have no choice.

    I was kept restrained, with a double dose of the pills, as the ambulance transfer proceeded. I have never been lying down with such bladder strain while being driven along Britain's uneven roads, but in other circumstances I'd recommend it. I'd never been driven under blue lights and sirens because I needed to pee! Right now all I wanted was either to pee or for my boyfriend to penetrate me.

    At Orpington they bumped me up the OR schedule when told of my predicament, and I was given the pre-meds almost upon arrival. Drowsily I asked the nurse accompanying me how she was doing. "Bursting like I never have before but I'm holding it till we can both go home," she said. It was nearly enough to turn me.

    But the surgeon was properly hot. Delirious with desperation and the drugs by now I begged him to satisfy me with my biggest hold inside me, but he declined. Something about medical ethics. He offered to catheterise me while I was still under local anaesthetic but I refused to sign that form. He said doing so might render me incontinent for a few days whereas if I waited till I could pee naturally after theatre it was likely my capacity would be permanently improved as a side effect of the treatment.

    Not being able to feel anything, sedated and with a local, while a doctor stuck instruments inside me to access the ureter, was weird. I could see and touch my distended bladder, which was so big that I couldn't see what the surgeon was doing, but I couldn't feel any sensation of needing to go.

    After the op which apparently was very successful because I had such high pressure in my bladder and ureters, the whole surgical team urged me to pee, so I did try, honestly, but the anaesthetic had locked me up. I asked my tame friendly nurse how long that might last while we waited for an ambulance to take me home. She estimated only 20 minutes, which would be fine under blue light transport but the journey would be a bit longer at London's typical pace.

    Thank the Lord, the same hot ambulance paramedic turned up to collect us, and we chatted on the journey. The nurse told him her situation, and mine. She was squirming constantly, sweating and generally being a right turn on even though I'm straight. It was 11:30 when I felt the first twinge as the drugs wore off, 50.5 hours in. We were in the ambulance in a traffic queue and the sedation rapidly reduced. I knew i couldn't hold it in any longer and told them both. With a look at each other, my gorgeous paramedic held a bed pan beneath me, well, 3 in turn in fact. The nurse, face scrunched up in pain as she heard me pee, told me each one held 2 pints so I estimated that pee at 5 pints. 2.8 litres. She only managed one and a half bed pans, starting as soon as I'd finished. 3 pints was still respectable for a first time measurement I told her, but she was disappointed. What the hot paramedic thought I never found out as we arrived at home soon after. Bugger, to coin a phrase.

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    "'Eggman's Incredible Interstellar Amusement Park'?" Blaze the Cat read over the sign a few times, gazing upon the visage of the bald doctor with the giant mustache. And more importantly, how this Eggman was the one much less familiar to the feline princess. "So, I've returned to Sonic's world. I don't understand how dimensional travel is this fickle." Despite their different planes of existence, Blaze had been crossing paths with the Blue Blur quite frequently as of late.

    Now, how do I get back? The previous times dimension-hopping was involved, it was because of the two sets of Emeralds reacting to each other, thanks to a plot between this Eggman and her Eggman Nega, and stopping them set everything right. But now... "There's no way Eggman Nega is involved with a dumb scheme like this. Which means..."

    "Who do they think they're kidding?! The future is nothing like this!" And it appeared she was not alone, with someone looking over the large map sign not far from her position, someone she had never seen before, a hedgehog with pointed quills and white fur. An almost Sonic? Is he another alternate universe counterpart, like me? "Hey, there," she greeted, walking towards this stranger.

    The mystery hedgehog jumped up in surprise upon hearing her voice, turning around quickly and extending his outstretched palm. And suddenly, as if in response, Blaze couldn't move. She was held in place, lifted into the air, unable to fight back, only able to watch as this hedgehog realized who he had grabbed. "Oh, sorry about that," he sheepishly apologized, relaxing his hand and allowing Blaze to drop. "Thought you were one of Eggman's goons."

    "No, I'm not," Blaze corrected. "I'm-"

    "Blaze the Cat. I'm aware."

    Now it was time for Blaze to be on the defensive. "Why do you know me," she warily questioned, lifting a hand, ready to ignite.

    "My name is Silver, I'm from the future. There are records of your accomplishments in my time."

    "Wait...from the future?!" It wasn't so much that she didn't believe the concept of time-travel, with all the other powers the Emeralds possessed, but the reasoning behind it. "So what are you doing here? I'm sure Eggman's up to something, but does it really have ramifications like that?"

    "No, that's not quite it," Silver laughed. "According to history, Sonic takes this place down before it even opens, so I wanted to see what it was like. It could have been a really fun amusement park."

    "Oh, so Sonic is here?"

    "Yeah, he and Tails are taking care of things. Said they didn't even need my help, so..."

    "So you've been experiencing the attractions." A pretty lighthearted stance to take in unfamiliar territory run by a known villain, but if there's nothing else to do... "Has anything been good?"

    "Well, the World of Tomorrow is a joke. The future is a lot less bleak than that! Haven't had the chance to look at anything else, but I was heading in the direction of the Asteroid Coaster next." Silver extended his hand in an invitation. "Do you want to come with me? I'm still pretty new to the whole hero thing, and I'd like to learn a thing or two from you."

    Asteroid Coaster? Like, a roller coaster? Oh, anything but heights... Blaze's mind began racing with some sort of excuse to turn the offer down, some way that wouldn't expose her acrophobia.

    Her savior turned out to be Eggman's voice blaring across the crackly PA system. "In the unlikely event of an emergency, please find the nearest escape pod. For anyone not named Eggman, your escape pod can be found back on the planet, still being assembled in the factory."

    Blaze felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "Perhaps it would be better to avoid any of the real 'attractions'. For our own well-being."

    "Yeah, I can see that. I'm sure one of the other parks is...safe," Silver shrugged, which did nothing to ease Blaze. All the hedgehog could offer was running between Blaze and a nearby food stall. "Maybe we should get a snack first?"

    The princess looked the vendor over, very cautiously. I don't know if I trust the food here enough to put it into my body. Yet, even as she wanted to refuse, there was some part of her that disagreed. Namely, her dry mouth. Still, it's been some time since I've had a drink. Just that can't hurt, right? "I'll just take a beverage."

    Silver nodded and strutted up to the counter, laying his elbow on the barrier, catching the attention of the robotic attendant. "Hello, I'll have a...er, a..." His voice faded off as he began looking at the odd items on the hanging menu. "Some Egg Candy, thanks."

    Blaze joined Silver at the bar, instead preferring to make her decision before opening her mouth. "A small Chaos Cola for me."

    "Of course." The robot turned its back, pulling a small box from a larger package on the floor, and putting a paper cup under the spout, where it was quickly filled, stuck a cap and plastic straw on, and both items were handed over to the patrons. "Special offer for customers on the NEGATIVE FIRST day of opening! First purchase is free!"

    Silver and Blaze reached out and took their respective items, slowly and warily. "T-thanks? No catch," Silver questioned, receiving no response.

    Not that this wasn't also on her mind, but Blaze had something else she was wondering about. "This is really a small cup?" Indeed, her drink was on the large side, big enough that she could have fit her arm inside, almost up to the elbow. Once again, now that their transaction was complete, the service robot didn't even register their existence anymore. "Fine. Can I at least get a napkin?" No response.

    "I've got it." A napkin from the back of the stall began floating through the air, passing the unresponsive robot by without an objection, landing in Silver's outstretched hand, offering the paper to Blaze. "Here you go."

    Blaze took the napkin and wrapped it around her cup, putting her lips to the straw and taking a short sip. "So, what is it with that power of yours? Where did that come from?"

    As the conversation began, the two started walking down a path opposite their starting positions. "My psychokinesis? I don't know, I was just born with it. Same with your fire powers, I suspect."

    "You really do know everything about me, don't you?"

    "Everything about your adventures in this world and with Sonic, at least. How you were brought here by your Emeralds and your Eggman, how Sonic ended up in your world for a second adventure, nothing major."

    Good, sounds like he doesn't know about the more...embarrassing portions of those journeys. Cream and Tails don't say anything. "Then I say it's only fair that you tell me a little about yourself. Why do you know Sonic?"

    "He helped me on a mission to stop one of Eggman's distant descendants, with a camera that could trap anyone in its pictures. Ever since then, I've been keeping a close eye on his timeline."

    "A...camera? And time travel? Are things always so weird when I'm not around?"

    "There's a lot of strangeness, no doubt, even if I don't know it. This might sound odd, but I've got this nagging feeling we've met before, and I can't possibly place why."

    Now that he mentioned it, Blaze also noticed a niggling inkling when she looked at Silver's face. "I...I think I know what you mean. Like, we've had this whole odyssey together, yet not. And it's really bothering me."

    "Well, maybe it'll come back to us if we hang out for the day. I'm sure there'll be something fun." Silver looked downwards and shifted his feet. "I mean, if you want to."

    Well, I imagine I still have duties in my home dimension, but...it's not like I have any idea how to get back. Could be worth taking a day off. "Maybe I can be of assistance if I better know what Eggman's up to this time. Let's see what's this amusement park has."

    A smile broke across Silver's face. "Yeah, that sounds good! Let's go!" He began running off, at a speed slow enough for Blaze to effortlessly keep up, even while drinking more of her soda.

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    Ohhh...I don't want to imagine how much worse this would be if I had ordered a bigger drink. Blaze had finished her beverage quickly, and as the two explored the park, discovering each attraction more dangerous than the last, the soda had its time to work its way through her system. And now, the consumed Chaos Cola was wreaking havoc on her insides like an enraged water god. Why is it, every single time I team up with anybody, I always need to use the bathroom?

    When the urge first appeared, Blaze had no reason to worry. She wasn't in the middle of the desert or the sea this time. She was in an amusement park, there would be public restrooms and the problem would be solved without incident. However, as time continued to pass, and Blaze kept her eyes peeled, she kept coming up empty-handed. Not a single bathroom in sight. I know Dr. Eggman is evil, but he can't be that cruel, can he?

    By now, her bladder had progressed to a very uncomfortable state. As the two wandered through the Tropical Resort, Aquarium Park (where the vast amounts of water tortured Blaze with the reminder of how she had relieved herself in the ocean last time), the entrance to the closed-off Planet Wisp, Sweet Mountain (which was a short visit after Silver complained of a sugar-induced stomachache after eating the full box of Egg Candy), it was a lot of walking and no peeing. Her steps had become more rigid, her legs would press together whenever they would stop, and an upper fang poked her bottom lip.

    And Silver was still none the wiser, not even the slightest clue that something was ailing Blaze. He had lost his energy and was moving lethargically, not unlike Blaze, meaning he had a perfectly non-humiliating explanation for the cat's attitude. He wanted to be considerate, as he stopped by a metal bench. "Do you want to take a break," he offered, practically panting.

    Blaze could not deny that walking all across an orbiting satellite, all while keeping a steady grip on her bladder, had taken its toll on her energy and spirit, even her trained legs were sore after walking in an awkward posture. The chance to sit down would be welcome, but she couldn't. I haven't seen a ladies' room yet, if there is one, it's in the last park. In Starlight Carnival. I don't have the time to stop now. "I can handle a bit of legwork, Silver" she claimed, slowly pressing her thighs together to relieve a minuscule amount of pressure.

    Silver's face fell and his arms drooped. "Oh, I figured you'd want to rest, with those heels and all."

    That's...a very good point, actually. "I think you're the first to be concerned about that. I appreciate it," she smiled a little, as much as she could given her current discomfort. "But these are my shoes, I'm plenty able to run in these. They're really no concern."

    "Really? Wow, that's pretty cool. Or, maybe in your case, pretty hot?" Silver chuckled at his little joke, and only several seconds later did he realize what he had actually said. "Wait, I didn't mean it like that! I wouldn't say that! Not that it's a wrong thing to say, it's not inaccurate, it's just-"

    "Silver, stop talking."

    "Right. Sorry."

    "Well, we're so close to seeing the entire park, I just want to get it done as soon as possible." And find a bathroom as soon as possible! "Maybe that's how I'll find the way back to my dimension." Or find a toilet!

    "Oh yeah, you just ended up here, didn't you? I used the Chaos Emeralds, so I wonder if Chaos Control can hop dimensions too."

    That's an interesting thought, but now is not really the time to slowly deliberate. "Let's just see what Starlight Carnival has to offer. I have to admit, however, I'm not expecting much, going by Eggman's track record."

    A fleet of airships began lifting off from inside the park, and Silver got an idea. He bent forward in a ready stance, one foot placed further back as his brow furrowed with determination. "Race you to the shipyard!"

    Race? With Silver? I know I'm kind of handicapped at the moment, but...this won't even be a competition. She was ready to decline, but Silver looked so eager, she couldn't bring herself to step on his pride. "Alright, you're on." She started with a fiery boost, rocketing into Starlight Carnival, her last hope for a porcelain miracle.

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    Agh...Silver's too slow... Blaze was hardly able to run at her full speed, not without springing a little leak, yet she had still left Silver in the dust, and was waiting by the shipyard, as she had been doing for the last twenty minutes. She was alone, not even a robot in sight, giving the princess the freedom to shift her weight from foot to foot in a little dance, to press her hands against the front of her pants with noticeable force.

    And, in her dash, she had kept an eye out for a bathroom, more than ready to veer off the course and make a pit stop should one cross her path. Of course, nothing caught her attention. "How does this whole giant amusement park not have a single bathroom? I really need to go here!" She began bouncing on her heels, careful to not slip in the bobbing.

    At that moment, as if specifically to taunt her, Eggman's voice blared over the speakers. "Attention, the anti-gravity toilets on this level are out of order. We are sorry for this inconvenience and hope you can hold it for another 20,000 light years."

    Blaze blinked in shock multiple times in rapid succession, stunned into silence. A solid few seconds passed before she could respond. "So not only can I not find a single one of these supposed restrooms, but now, even if I did, I can't get in?!" The implication was enough to send her desperation shooting upwards like a rocket, and she needed to slam her knees together, grip her crotch tightly, and make a few cute squeals to avoid leaking. Her chest heaved and tail swung as she worked up the fortitude to beat out her bladder's waves, shutting her eyes to focus on the imperative task at hand.

    And she succeeded. "Eep!" Mostly. She was a desperate princess, her bladder could no longer be satiated by simple holds and dances. No, she needed to leak, and she did just that. A spurt of hot urine squirted out, rapidly soaking into her panties in a tiny splotch, followed by another, and yet another. Her squirming and shaking sped up as she clutched herself tighter, squeezing the dampness further across her underwear, sticking them to her private parts as she pleaded to hold on. Only now, now that she had been pushed to the verge of an accident, did she get her wish. Only now that she was bursting and in ten times more pain after the tease of relief.

    Now...now what?! Time was running out for poor Blaze, and she had no bathrooms to fall back on. "So...guess it's going to be somewhere weird...again," she sighed. Still, she began scanning the environment for anything that could be a decent toilet replacement, which was a criteria starting to include everything at this point. Plastic palm trees, the walls of the terrain, the idea of simply going off the side into space, each one was a possibility, and she slightly hated it. "Why does this keep happening to me? Ugh, at least I'm alone this time..."

    "Hugh...hah...Blaze, you're...you're too fast..." Stumbling and choking, Silver finally crossed the finish line, only looking like he passed out five times on the way over. "This place is...really big..." He took a few deep breaths, hands on his knees to support him, before he could finally muster the energy to stand up and look at his feline companion. "Um, Blaze...what's wrong?"

    Blaze tried to stand up straight and look dignified, she really did, but she was just too far gone. If she let go of her crotch now, urine would flood out of her in a heartbeat, she had no choice but to continue her dance, no matter how much Silver was looking. If anything, she picked up the pace, running on the spot and crossing her legs like a pretzel probably sold somewhere in the amusement park. She didn't even know what she could possibly say at this point, to save her dignity. "D-don't look..."

    In her defense, the sight stunned Silver speechless too. "O-oh, that's...that's a p-problem...a-and I'm sure that soda isn't helping..."

    "I fear I already know the answer, but you haven't seen any bathrooms today, have you?"

    "Um..." The hedgehog took a few seconds to think, all the while Blaze was suffering under the duress of her own body, silently begging him to hurry up. "None that I've seen. At least, none close enough for you to make it to. I mean, unless you're really hiding some inner strength. Not that I need to know, just-"

    "Silver!"

    "Right, sorry. So, what's your plan now?"

    "It's kind of difficult to have a plan when there simply isn't a path out. I mean, aside from simply doing it anywhere. And I really might soon..."

    Silver reeled back in wide-eyed shock. "Wait, really?! But...you're a girl! There has to be something better!"

    "If you define wetting my pants as 'better', because I don't really see any other options." By this point, Blaze had grown tired of others assuming she couldn't pee outside just because of her gender.

    "Yeah, but...in view of all those cameras? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

    "Yes I'm...cameras?" She hadn't noticed any cameras prior to now, but now that she was on the lookout for them, they started appearing everywhere. On every lamppost, on the corner of every building, even a few flying badniks high in the sky, security cameras pointed and recording in every direction. No matter where she did her business, Eggman could see. "You're kidding me! Everything has to go wrong at on-ah!"

    "W-what is it?!"

    "Leaked! Leaking! Leaking a lot!" A tear began to form on the corner of Blaze's eye, and she almost fell over as she contorted her legs into a weird position to hold as best as she could. No one could fault her flexibility.

    Silver felt his heart drop, watching this capable woman wrestle with herself, clearly at her absolute limit, while he was helpless to do anything for her. She was going to pee herself in front of him, and the most he could do was avert his eyes. "This is always how it is! I want to protect what I care about, but in the end, I'm useless! It's always Sonic who saves the day, while I can't do anything but sit on the sidelines!" In anguish, he gazed into his open palm.

    That's where he saw the glowing cyan ring on his glove, the conduit for his psychokinetic power. "My power..." That was the epiphany he needed, as he extended his arm towards one of the cameras, pouring his power out and closing his hand. Without any visible connection, the camera crushed into itself, sparking and sizzling as it fell from its mount, and a proud smile spread across his muzzle. "Blaze! I've got it!"

    "G-got what?" She couldn't even gather the energy to look at Silver, instead choosing to focus everything she had on her bladder, a necessity now.

    "I can take out the cameras wherever you pick, and you'll have privacy!"

    Blaze couldn't show any proper reaction to the plan, instead gritting her fangs even harder, but that didn't mean she was angry. Just impatience to overshadow all impatience. "Then get going! Fast! Just pick somewhere!"

    "R-right!" He began bolting his head around, looking for the place closest to Blaze where she could hide herself and the unclean actions she was about to perform. Too bad that Blaze had become unable to move in a very open space, she wasn't especially close to any sort of private barrier. The closest she had was an unmanned souvenir stand a real distance away. "Guess that'll have to do..." All of a sudden, he became a sharpshooter, disabling every single camera in that spot in the shadows, plus a few extra because he didn't know what exactly each one could see. It actually went by pretty quickly, but when every second counted, it couldn't be fast enough, it must have seemed like twelve eternities to Blaze by the time Eggman's eyes had been eliminated. And with no other badniks in sight... "Blaze! It's done! You can-"

    As Silver turned to face Blaze with the good news, he was met with an unusual, shocking, and maybe slightly intriguing sight: the princess of the Sol Dimension on her knees, in much the same contorted holding position as previously, but with the key difference of the area of her white pants around her gloves quickly turning a yellow shade, streaking down her thighs, forming a puddle beneath her rear as her tail splashed it around. It was too late, she had been pushed past her breaking point. Blaze the Cat was peeing herself.

    "No, it's not over yet! I can still help! I can still be the hero today!" Using both hands, Silver gripped that nearby gift stand they had been eyeing, tensing his fingers as he took hold of the heavy booth, moving it inches at a time as it scraped across the ground. "Ghgh! W-what's in this thing?!" However, even with this psychokinesis being tested, he didn't falter. "You'll end up behind the cover of this thing, one way or the other, Blaze!" That determination gave him the strength to lift it upwards, and without friction, placing it in front of the cat was easy, and it dropped with a loud thud. His face turning red from exertion and...other feelings, Silver swung to face the opposite direction and covered his ears. "Do it, Blaze!"

    Blaze had retreated into her own closed-off world as soon as her need to pee had grown to be too much to bear, but no matter how deep in concentration she was, there was no way she could miss the crash of a wooden stall less than a foot next to her. "W-what is t-that?" She had also been unable to hear Silver amidst the agony, but regardless, this object appearing next to her, to cover her, was nothing short of a miracle, and she wasn't going to question it.

    With a renewed fire in her eyes, and plenty of warmth in her tights, Blaze jumped to her feet in a squat, clawing at the tall hem of her white bodysuit, yanking the thin fabric down her chest and past her crotch in a mad frenzy. "Ew, the wetness..." Sliding the damp legs down her own, tainting her fur with the moistness as the garment continued to stick at every point it could until they came to a bunched up rest at her knees, was hardly a pleasant sensation. Not to mention the trickles she couldn't hold in continuing to soak her black underwear as they shot out right onto the floor.

    "N-now...my p-panties..." Just one more piece of clothing between her privates and the open air, and she could let her bladder flow with reckless abandon. "J-just...p-pull them...do-dowAH!" One thin undergarment was clearly not enough to convince her body not to pee yet, her pants were off and that was enough. If the princess thought she was leaking a full stream now, she was sorely mistaken, for the gush that followed when her bladder gave up the hold outshone it by several degrees of magnitude. If her panties weren't already drenched before, they were soaked with urine front to back in only a second now.

    And that was just the beginning. Before she could even blink, the decent puddle already beneath her began growing rapidly, rippling outwards with strong waves, with a thick layer of foamy bubbles floating on the surface. The impact of her torrential downpour was enough to force the puddle at the collision point apart, meaning the sound of liquid hitting the metal ground never stopped, was never replaced with pure water noises. Just the deafening crash of a waterfall, with her genitals as the source. A thin haze of steam, befitting a princess of fire, rose off the golden pond, drawing out another layer of sweat beyond the one caused by straining.

    That wasn't even bringing the smell into it. Whether it was an ingredient in the Chaos Cola she had filled up on, or maybe just the time in her bladder giving it an aroma, whatever the case, her urine had a stifling stench, one almost too much for her sensitive kitty nose to cope with. She would have clenched her nostrils shut to avoid the odor, if her hands weren't placed firmly on her bent knees, anything to keep her on her feet as her muscles went limp in the overwhelming relief.

    And what a relief it was. "HaaaAaaHhahahAHhaha," she moaned, her voice cracking and changing scale multiple times in the same breath. It wasn't exactly a "pleasant" release, her bladder was stretched and exhausted, and it returning to its normal size was pretty uncomfortable. Not to mention the whole "soaking her panties as they clung to her lower body, sticking to and tracing the contours of her girlhood and butt" thing. Yet, even with all that, Blaze forced a smile out, letting the tension wash out with the flood. She was in such good spirits, in fact, she didn't even notice the hanging sides of her jacket sitting in the puddle, collecting urine.

    Silver wasn't having quite the same good time. Though he had covered his ears, the seal wasn't tight enough to truly cut off the cacophony of crashes and splashes emanating from behind that stand. Part of it was simple second-hand embarrassment, hearing someone in the midst of exposing themselves, performing an act Silver would almost rather die than go through with. But also, even more prominently, was this new feeling, this tightness in his chest, this heat building on his cheeks. He was...intrigued? Like, he couldn't stop thinking about what was really going down behind that trinket stall. "I really shouldn't be thinking these sorts of things about her...I'm going to hell for this."

    And on the other side, Blaze couldn't really care. She was swimming in a pool of bliss as deep as vast as her pee puddle, in a rare moment, she had let her guard down. All that mattered now was draining herself of her warm fluids, a task whose conclusion was fast approaching. It took some time as she continued to spray, but eventually, the fire hose down below calmed down. Now it just looked like she was taking a normal pee on the floor, if one were to ignore the gargantuan volume already present. "Phew," she sighed as what was once a slamming stream diminished into a tiny trickle.

    Then, after a full minute, Blaze the Cat had no more urine to give. Of course, there was no shortage of drips falling off her underwear, what with the vast, rapidly cooling saturation in the panties, but there wasn't much she could do about that. "I'm not about to leave my wet panties lying around in another dimension." Even if it was her decision, she still winced at the thought of sitting in the soaked undergarments for the rest of the day.

    Too bad she didn't have the same luxury of being able to make a decision whether to keep her tights or not, because boy, were they in rough shape. The white color made the dark stain impossible to miss, and the thin material became almost completely transparent under the wetness, leaving a high percentage of the crotch area visible, even while fully dressed. "Guess Silver's gonna know my underwear preference..." But she didn't have a choice, so up they went, yanking the hem to their snug spot up at her breasts, tripling her discomfort in one simple pull.

    I really don't want to keep looking at my handiwork. Redressed and presentable to the best of her ability, Blaze ran away from the collection of her shame, back out in the open. And to her relief, things were much as she left them, empty and devoid of fun. And there was Silver, fidgeting nervously, stiffly looking the other way. He's freaking out about this. Good, then he probably didn't sneak a peek. "Silver, you don't need to be so tense anymore. I'm finished," she declared, hovering her hands over her crotch and blocking the view.

    Silver jumped like a frightened cat when he heard Blaze speak, scrambling to turn around. "B-Blaze, y-you're b-back!" As he tried to talk, his eyes kept darting around, notably shifting downwards several times. "Oh no...was I t-too slow? You didn't make it..."

    Blaze crossed her arms to hide her stain as best as she could, still leaving a good percentage visible. "Y-yes I did! I mean, a bit faster on your part would have been welcome, but I still made it! You know, mostly..."

    "You really call that mostly? I mean, aside from your pants, there's also your coat, and your tail, and-"

    "Silver. Be quiet." Ugh, I didn't even realize my tail got wet.

    "Oh, sorry. Still, I didn't do my part in helping you, I couldn't be the hero you needed." The hedgehog's head fell in shame.

    Confused, Blaze's eyebrow cocked. "Hero? Silver, I just needed to use the bathroom, I didn't need some grand hero. I mean, I'm grateful for the assistance, but it doesn't really matter, don't beat yourself up for not being perfect about it."

    "It does! Every time I get involved in a fight for what I hold close, it's always someone else who takes the spotlight! Even when I had this chance to do something good, I still fell short! What am I supposed to do if my future is threatened, and I can't save it?"

    Great, I'm the one who wet herself, and now I'm the one giving the motivational speech. Hope he can even take me seriously like this. "You're naive, Silver. It doesn't matter who deals the finishing blow, so long as you never give up fighting. You don't need to do it yourself, you can rely on others and use their strength as your own. That's a lesson I've already needed to learn."

    Silver took a second to think it over, and once it had settled in, he started to laugh. "Let me guess, your first time meeting Sonic wasn't an amicable encounter."

    "Wow, that's an amazing guess. Very impressive, Sil...you just read about it in a history book, didn't you?"

    "Eheheheheh...maybe I already knew." The hedgehog of the future crossed his arms and nodded, mulling over the advice. "I'll get stronger. That way, Sonic will know that the future is in capable hands. That's why I want to learn from you, I already know what you can offer."

    "Well, it's nice to hear someone with so much faith in me, but..." Blaze began scratching her cheek, quickly flushing pink. "If you're going to use me as your benchmark, could you please pretend today never happened?"

    "Of course. I wouldn't hold this against you, I know this is a one-time mistake. History records never say anything about this blunder repeating itself, after all."

    And I've never been happier for history records to be incomplete! "Thank you. Now, if we're done making you feel better..." With speeds expected from the princess that could keep up with Sonic, Blaze crossed her legs and did everything possible to cover her crotch. "This is really uncomfortable. Could you please help me one more time?"

    "Oh! Of course, but...I don't really carry around spare pants. Maybe the gift shop has some...that...fit you? ...yeah, it sounded stupid to me too. Could you use your fire to dry yourself off?"

    "If I wanted to burn off my clothes, sure, and I think I'm exposed enough already."

    "Aquarium Park? So you can wash off?"

    "I'd...really rather not go into water. Maybe if I could find some other way to dry off, I could live with these for the rest of the day."

    Once again, Eggman's voice over the PA system turned out to be just the answer she needed, right when she needed it. "There’s no line at Bake Me Crazy, the ride that simulates what it’s like to be baked like a cake. The ride itself lasts an amazing 20 to 25 minutes, or until golden brown. Not recommended for our guests who are sensitive to temperatures exceeding 350 degrees."

    Blaze and Silver looked back at each other, and Blaze smirked. "I think I can take that heat. Sweet Mountain? Race you there!" Without even waiting for any response, Blaze took off, leaving a trail of fire behind her.

    And that freaked Silver out. "W-wait, Blaze! Oh man, I'll never catch up at this rate." Still, he started running, only able to watch as the princess disappeared over the horizon. "Can my first lesson be how to run that fast?!"

  4. In the last chapter, our aspiring heroes woke up for another day of training. Their task was to determine a leader for the group that would come to be after combining two groups together. Their challenger, a mysterious one, challenges them to a duel to determine the leader, while the girls are still holding it in from the morning...

     

    "Ummm... Airi, Katarina, are you two okay?" Albus asks. "Ugh, not really. Where are the bathrooms in this place?" Airi replies. "Perhaps we should suggest the building of more bathroom," Matthis suggests. "Ummm, yeah, to who? The king?" Airi says back. "Actually, that isn't a half bad idea," Albus replies. "Do you think he has time to listen to us?" Katarina asks. "You never know until you try," Matthis responds. "He has a point," Albus points out. The four of them decide to suggest their idea to the king after dinner and head off in search of a bathroom.
    On the other end, Lau finds a nearby tree and proceeds to take a nap.
    The four aspirants continue searching for a bathroom, and find none. "How about you just go behind a tree or something?" Albus suggests. "Yeah, because NO ONE is going to notice at all two girls peeing behind a tree. Or two trees," Airi gripes. "Yeah, I would rather not," Katarina adds on. "Well then. Suit yourselves," Albus responds. They continue wandering for around 8 minutes, before they decide to head back to where they decided to fight the mysterious squire. As time passes on, minute by minute, second by second, the pressure grows more and more, quicker and quicker. The two girls eventually are walking really slowly, slow enough to be late for the fight. In an attempt to hold her bladder longer, Airi squeezes her thighs together and jams her hands into her crotch to be too late, as she starts leaking into her panties, staining her dress, and eventually generating a waterfall of pee streaming down her legs and leaving a dark blue spot on her dark blue skirt. Realizing this, she immediately removes her hands and continues emptying herself, now with the splashing sound loud enough to make the boys turn around and watch. "Grrr... stupid lack of bathrooms around here! Why can't the build more?" "Ai, calm down, its just a small stain on your-" Albus gets cut off by Airi as her face start glowing bright red, "No its not! Do you see this?" She pinches the wet spot and lifts it up, but not high enough to reveal what lies underneath. As she hold it up, some pee drips down as her peeing comes to a stopping point, leaving a dark spot on the gravel/dirt road underneath. "Hey, looking at the bright side, at least no one else is witnessing this!" Matthis points out. "Haah, whatever. Lets just-" before Airi could finish, Katarina squeezes her thighs together, but makes no attempt to jam her hands into her crotch, and instead, just puts her hands behind her back as she starts peeing in her panties. Similarly like Airi, the pee runs down her leg and onto the road beneath, leaving dark spots wherever he pee flows to. "Yeah, I guess they do need some more bathrooms," Katarina says softly. "I know, right?" Airi responds. Katarina's face starts turning red as she looks down in order to avoid eye contact. "It pains me to see you two having to suffer like that and humiliating yourselves like that," Matthis puts out. "Agreed," Albus agrees. "Since when did YOU have sympathy for me?" Airi asks. The group laughs at that thought. "Gah, we're running late!" Albus exclaims. "Katarina, you done yet?" "A-almost," Katarina replies as her peeing dies down to a few drips and drops. As Katarina starts taking a few steps, the group turns toward their destination and keeps walking.
    "Hmmm... you four are a few minutes late. Not that it matters, because that means I get more sleep beforehand," the shady squire remarks. "Yeah, well we had some incidents along the way because of poor... building." Airi replies. "I suppose we could run this like yesterday's test. I have already marked off the boundaries... well, mostly- and I will start in this corner while you four start in the opposite side. Deal?" "Sure, why not?" Matthis says. The rest of the group nods and heads to the opposite corner.
    The shady squire starts counting down from five, but on two, he brings out a blizzard tome and casts it at the group. Albus, agile enough, grabs Airi and drags her out the way while Katarina and Matthis jump in opposite directions to the side to avoid the spell. As Katarina gets back up, she feels and arrow whoosh by her arm and looks up to see Lau drawing another arrow and pointing his bow at Albus. Airi, noticing this, points at Lau and tells Albus to get out of the way. Being swift enough, he dodges it and starts charging at Lau in a zig-zag pattern. Lau makes no attempt to do anything about it as he casts another blizzard spell at Katarina, and it hits, freezing her in place. With Katarina frozen, he ducks as Albus swipes at him with a dagger and draws another arrow and fires at Airi, who is casting a fire spell at the same time, which cancels out the arrow. Lau fires a few more arrows at her, and she counters the first one with a fire spell, but gets hit in the arm by the second. Injured, she stumbles back and draws out a thunder tome to cast a thunder spell at him. Albus then stabs a tree instead of Lau, but turns around to attack him back as Matthis goes to heal Airi. Lau, being a tad too slow, gets cut in the back, and stumbles sideways before casting another blizzard spell at Albus. But of course, it misses, and Airi counters it with a fire spell, which hits Lau. Lau, injured both physically and magically, exchanges his blizzard tome for an wind tome, and casts it at the group in general, blowing them back and hurting them.
    The spectator from the sidelines smiles. The other one nods in agreement.
    Once the wind is over, Albus again charges at Lau in a zig-zag pattern. Lau, tired, attempts to dodge, but fails, getting cut and stumbling down, with Katarina coming from behind and slamming the hilt of her blade at him, making him fall, but mysteriously enough, he smiles.
    "Well done, you four. Just as I expected. You won with your teamwork." Lau states. "Sweet," Albus says. "So, uh, yeah, who's the leader?" Airi asks. "Ummm, Matthis I guess?" Katarina suggests. Matthis offers his hand to Lau, which Lau grabs, and Matthis pulls him up and heals him. "Thanks," Lau says.
    "That was most certainly an interesting fight," King Al says as he walks up to the five.
    "Ah! King Al, your highness!" Albus stutters, and the four squires take a knee, which Lau does not. "(psst-hey, Lau! You're supposed to kneel to the king!)" Airi whispers to him.
    "Heh heh heh, no need. Whether or not you want to bow or take a knee or whatever is up to you." King Al says. "And please do rise." "We were watching your fight with great interest. And you two, especially, an odd choice of class, but if you two can train harder, then I have nothing more to say than that was a great fight," Sir Seth adds.
    "He's right. Your teamwork and method of choosing is quite interesting. While some other groups did the same thing, the fact that you all went group against group rather than half against half is quite interesting. I should expect to see more from you all, yes?" King Al comments. "Yes, King Al!" the four squires shout. "Yes, will do," Lau says after the squires. "Oh, and don't forget to attend his speech tonight, as well as tell one of our scribes who you have chosen as leader," Sir Seth adds on. "Will do, sir," Matthis replies.
    "Good. Now, let's take our leave," King Al says. They walk off back to the castle.
    "He seems quite friendly," Katarina mumbles. "True, true, he is quite nice," Albus says. "Oh yeah, I've been wanting to confirm: what is that stain on the front of your skirt, Airi?" Lau asks. "Ummm... nothing!" Airi responds in an annoyed voice as her cheeks grow the slightest shade of red. "I think I know what it is, and I won't ask anymore," Lau says. "Now, if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to," Lau says before turning around and walking off. "What an interesting fellow," Albus says after he steps out of earshot. "I-I feel tired," Katarina says. "Perhaps we should head off to our room first." "And then after that, we can go tell King Al our idea from earlier," Matthis says. "Wait, why did we not ask him earlier when he was with us?" Airi points out. "Huh. Oh well. I guess we can tell him when we find him," Albus says.
    The four start heading towards the castle, heading for their room after a tiring day.

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