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    “How will we know it worked?” Tomoyo asked sitting atop the brand new bed her mother had bought no questions asked.

    “I’m not entirely sure.” Kero admitted fluttering about the room. “I think Time will have restored everything to the proper order. For instance, we shouldn’t remember any of this.”

    “But if the loop is re-setting everything, wouldn’t we forget everything as well?” Syaoran asked.

    “That’s why we have to fix this today!” Kero said. “It’s early afternoon, we have time.”

    “Hey, Kero, there’s something that’s been bothering me lately.” Syaoran said. “I’ve been doing some research about the Clow Cards, shouldn’t the Loop only effect space? Why is Time repeating as well?”

    “I’ve been wondering the same thing to be honest.” Kero said.

    “I have a pretty bad feeling, Kero.” Syaoran said, “Is it possible for two cards to work together?”

    “Hmm, I know what you’re getting at, but Time has already been captured by Sakura, it can’t work independently now.”

    “But what about before it was captured? Couldn’t it have set up a plan before then?”

    “Hey guys…” Tomoyo said.

    “It could be a child card…” Kero said thinking about it. “If Loop and Time got together and created an additional card…”

    “Aren’t they both guys though?” Syaoran asked. “Wait and Loop isn’t even a human persona! Gross.”

    “Get your head out of the gutter, Cards don’t have sex. They can create additional cards by combining their powers. Besides, that’s some big talk coming from someone engaged to their cousin…” Kero said.

    “”Hey guys!” Tomoyo said a bit louder.

    “Shut up, Kero!” Syaoran growled. “So wait…so we’re not dealing with loop?”

    “It’s possible.” Kero said.

    “GUY’S!” Tomoyo shouted. “Look!” She said holding a picture.
    “What is it?” Syaoran asked.

    “Recognize her?” Tomoyo asked holding up the picture frame as Syaoran and Kero took a good look.

    “It’s…Sara.” Syaoran said as Tomoyo shook her head.

    “No, It’s Sakura. This was mine and Sakura’s first day of preschool together,” Tomoyo explained of the picture of two little girls holding hands.

    “What does this mean?” Kero asked.

    “Sara was really Sakura from the past?” Syaoran asked.

    “No, where did we just send Sakura? In front of the Orphanage, right?” Tomoyo said putting the pieces together in her head. “And where did Miss Mizuki say she found her? In front of the Orphanage! So what if Sara was really Sakura all along?”

    “Then how did she end up as a toddler?” Syaoran asked.

    “You said yourself she’s been a toddler for so long she believes she is one.”

    “But that doesn’t explain how she physically turned into one.” Syaoran said.

    “It would if she ran into the little.” Kero said. “What if there was never a toddler there on day zero, we sent Sakura into the past, and then she shrunk and became Sara?”

    “So all we have to do is use The Big? Sounds too easy.” Syaoran said. “How do we snap her out of the illusion though? Convince her she’s not really a toddler?”

    “The same way we snapped ourselves out of the trance.” Kero said. “With video footage! Tomoyo, I’ve never been so happy you film Sakura to the point of stalking! We’ll show her the footage of herself!”

    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
    Day 2

    “Sara, you have a visitor.” Miss Mizuki said bending down and picking the little girl up. “Oh, and you’re still dry, good girl honey.” She said checking her diaper and carrying her over to the two ten year olds waiting. Sakura blushed as she was carried over and buried her head into Miss Mizuki’s neck as they approached the group. “Don’t be shy; they came and saw you yesterday too, remember?” She said setting her down. “You play with them, ok?”

    Sakura slowly nodded her head before sticking her thumb in her mouth from nerves. “No, sweetie, don’t suck your thumb, here.” Miss Mizuki said gently removing her hand and replacing it with a pacifier. Sakura smiled and happily sucked away as she stared up at the two big kids. They seemed awfully familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.

    “Sakura, do you remember me?” Syaoran asked bending down and looking the little girl in the eyes. Sakura? Her name was Sara wasn’t it? That’s what the nice red haired lady called her. “I come here every once in a while and we play. Last week we played with blocks. Do you remember?” Sakura shook her head and continued sucking while her large green eyes stared up at them in wonder.

    “What about me?” Tomoyo asked squatting down and opening her arms wide, but the little girl stayed where she was and simply stared. “I’ll take that as a no.” She said sadly. “We’re going to show you some video’s, ok? I put some clips together and we’re going to watch them and try and jog your memory.”

    “Movie!” Sakura cheered from behind her pacifier as she followed the two big kids while Tomoyo held her hand and led them over to the tv.

    “What we’re about to show you is who you really are. You’re name is Sakura, and you’re a card captor. We really need your help, so watch this and try to remember.” Tomoyo explained putting the VHS she made of Sakura’s card captor adventures .

    “Movie! Movie!” Sakura cheered as Tomoyo sat down on the city roads rug and brought little Sakura down into her lap. “Yay!” Sakura cheered giggling as Tomoyo squeezed her while rocking her back and forth.

    “Part of me doesn’t want you to grow up; you’re too cute!” Tomoyo admitted clicking play on the menu as the three watched.

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

    “Key of Clow, power of magic, power of light, surrender the Wand, the force ignite. Release!” Sakura in the movie chanted as she released the wand and fought with the Shadow Card.

    “Me?” Sakura asked craning her neck up at Tomoyo who nodded her head as Sakura continued to watch… well…Sakura. Her eyes grew wide in amazement and wonder as she watched the battle.

    “I-I remember.” Sakura said once the video had ended. “I woke up today as a toddler! Tomoyo and Syaoran! I remember!” Sakura said excitedly.

    “That’s great, Sakura, but it wasn’t yesterday.” Syaoran said sadly. “You’ve been here for a long time.” He said sadly. “It’s my fault.”
    “You’re right, I…I’ve been switching bodies between big and little I think.”
    Sakura looked deep in thought as she seemed to be concentrating on something. She gritted her teeth as her face turned bright red.

    “Sakura, you don’t have to try that hard to remem-“ Tomoyo said stopping mid sentence as she realized what was going on. “Sakura!” She said holding her arms length away while the little girl finished her business.

    “She might remember who she is, but her bodies still on auto-pilot. She’s been in diapers for a long time.” Syaoran said looking grim and covering his nose. “Miss Mizuki!” He yelled as the red headed woman came over.

    “Uh-oh, someone needs a change.” Miss Mizuki said lifting the now crying girl in the air. “I’m glad I decided to put you in diapers today.”

    “She’s not going to keep doing that when she get’s bigger is she?” Tomoyo asked but remembered Big Sakura also having an accident.

    “It’s why I told you to bring one of Big Sakura’s diaper bags.” Syaoran said. “We need her to fight right now, we’ll worry about potty training her later.” He said leading Tomoyo to where Sakura was getting changed.

    “It’s ok, it’s ok,” Miss Mizuki said cleaning the little girl up. Syaoran smiled as he pulled her wand out of his pocket and handed it to her.

    “Just like in the video, ok?” He said as Sakura sniffled and repeated the chant as the wand grew larger and larger. Miss Mizuki stopped mid change and stared at the three in confusion. Syaoran nodded his approval before pulling The Big out of his pocket. “This will only listen to you, do you remember what to do?” He asked as Sakura nodded and released the card before commanding it to return her to normal.

    “S-sakura?” Miss Mizuki asked at the now full sized girl lying on the changing table.

    “I-I’m back to normal!” Sakura said jumping up. “Someone tell me what’s been going on? What’s wrong with you?” She asked puzzled as Syaoran face turned different shades.

    “Umm, Sakura.” Tomoyo whispered. “We should finish getting you dressed first.” Sakura looked down in confused before shrieking and covering herself with her hands.

    “Back up on the table, Sakura.” Miss Mizuki said after snapping out of her stunned silence and tossing the dirty diaper.

    “She’s going to need this.” Tomoyo said handing over a bigger diaper out of her bag. “Long story short we’ve been trapped in a time warp, Sakura somehow got shrunk to a toddler and regressed due to being one for so long.”

    “If I’m big again, why do I need a diaper?” Sakura asked blushing as her math teacher slid it under her.

    “Because you might forget you’re bigger.” Tomoyo explained. “Just earlier you remembered but then pooped yourself.” Sakura covered her face in her hands to hide her blush. “Here’s an outfit for her.”

    “All done.” Miss Mizuki said helping to lift up the blushing girl.

    “C’mon, we have a fight to win!” Syaoran said before leading them to the scene that started it all.

    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

    “What are we looking for?” Sakura asked blushing after Tomoyo had to pull her thumb out of her mouth…again.

    “Any minute now.” Syaoran said scanning the school court yard. “There! The time warp, c’mon!” He said leading the charge sword in hand. Sakura could see a small patch of distorted scenery that looked a bit blurry looking through. Sakura pulled out the Sword card and summoned it before joining Syaoran’s side.

    “We’re going in?” Sakura asked as he nodded his head and the two of them stepped through. Sakura shuddered as an icy chill went through her body as she came out on the other side to find everything distorted with a purple tint.

    “There it is.” He said readying his sword at the red ribbon that wrapped around the inside of the town. “C’mon.”

    Sakura followed as the two chased the end of the red ribbon. She looked and saw various hour glasses all along the sides of the ribbon. “Are we almost there?” She asked after ten minutes of running in silence. He nodded his head before stopping abruptly. Here is where we need to sever it.” He explained stopping in front of the Orphanage. “When we sent you back in time, I think you also crossed paths with the Loop and created a new card. That’s why the time loop has effected you so much as well. I don’t think you would have regressed as much not realizing you’ve been spending everyday as a toddler.”

    “I’m so confused.” Sakura complained but readied her sword anyway. If he was right, everything would go back to the way it was. There would be no Sara or Time Loop. All that would be left was her memories of being a toddler. “I’m ready.” Sakura said. They counted to three and struck the ribbon only managing to sever it a quarter of the way.

    “Again!” Syaoran shouted as they struck again and again until they could barely lift their weapons. “Last time, and we’re through!”

    “What’s going to happen when we cut it?” Sakura asked between pants.

    “Only one way to find out.” Syaoran smiled and together with the last of their strength, they cut through as a blinding white light filled their vision.

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

    “So Syaoran actually let you keep it?” Tomoyo asked as they laid out on her new bed.

    “Yep.” Sakura said holding up the Clow Card that featured an hour glass covered by a red ribbon. “He said it was his way of apologizing for getting us stuck in this situation. Apparently what happened was that he got stuck in the Loop and sent me back in time, only Time and Loops powers mixed creating that time loop.” She said.

    “Sakura, no, you’re going to mess up your teeth. How many times do I have to remind you that ten year olds don’t suck their thumbs?” Tomoyo chastised playfully gently pulling Sakura’s hand from her mouth.

    “Sorry.” Sakura said blushing. “Ten year olds don’t wear diapers either.” She grumbled.

    “You’re not wetting my bed again, you’re still having accidents.” Tomoyo reminded her. “We’ll get you back to normal, don’t worry.” She said patting her friends shoulder. “So what was your favorite part of being little?” She asked giggling.

    “Honestly, umm, cuddling.” Sakura answered with a blush. “It felt great to be held, and fall asleep in someone’s arms.” She shyly admitted. “Honestly since I’ve been back to normal I’ve been having a hard time sleeping. I got so used to the affection and now that it’s gone.” She admitted with a depressed sigh.

    “Why didn’t you say so? Come here, Sakura,” Tomoyo said guiding her closer with her arms. “Is this better?”

    “Thanks, Tomoyo.” Sakura whispered holding her back and resting her head on her friends stomach. “I really miss Miss Mizuki.” She said tearing up.

    “You’ll see her in math class.” Tomoyo said running her fingers through Sakura’s hair as the other girl grumbled. “What can I do to help you re-adjust?”

    “She would…umm…give me a bottle before bed.” Sakura mumbled barely over a whisper.

    “Aww, how cute.” Tomoyo squealed.

    “Would…Would you…” Sakura tried to ask but froze.

    “You know there happens to be a bottle in the diaper bag.” Tomoyo whispered as Sakura blushed. “Do you want me to give it to you? Sakura?” She asked after not getting a response.

    “Yes.” She whispered.

    “I’ll be right back.” Tomoyo whispered leaving for a few minutes. Sakura frowned as she began to worry what was taking Tomoyo so long. What if she changed her mind? What if she thinks I’m weird? She worried as her eyes began to tear up and fears danced in her mind.

    “Sakura, what’s wrong?’ Tomoyo asked re-appearing after noticing her friends tear streaked face.

    “I thought you weren’t going to come back!” Sakura admitted as tears spilled from her eyes.

    “Sakura, it’s okay, it’s going to be ok.” Tomoyo said wrapping her arms around her friend. “I know suddenly becoming a big girl again is hard on you, but we can get through it ok. “We’ll get you back to normal. It’ll be ok.” She whispered feeling Sakura’s diaper expanding against her knee.

    “No!” Sakura moaned grabbing herself. “Ugh! I’m sorry.”

    “It’s ok, just go ahead and finish. Tell me when you’re done and we’ll get you in a fresh one.” Tomoyo said pulling away as Sakura blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

    “I’m done.” Sakura mumbled blushing as Tomoyo led her onto a towel on the floor.

    “Lay down, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Tomoyo re-assured her as she ripped the tabs off and pulled down away the used diaper before unfolding a fresh one.

    “Cold!” Sakura winced as she felt her friend cleaning her up. “Thanks ,Tomoyo” Sakura mumbled when the change was complete. “I’m sorry, I feel like my emotions are all over the place right now.” She sniffled.

    “Don’t worry about it, it’s not everyday you go from 10 to 3 to 10 for what seems like three years. If you need something, just ask. That’s what friends are for. Now let’s get some sleep, it’s your first day back to school tomorrow.” Tomoyo said picking up the bottle off the night stand and climbing into bed while patting her lap. Sakura smiled and climbed in on the other side and rested her body in her friends arms. Tomoyo gently lowered the bottle to her friends lips as Sakura closed her eyes and drank. She’s right, I’ll grow back up eventually, but for now I want to enjoy this, Sakura thought before finally drifting off to sleep.

    “Goodnight my little cardcaptor.” Tomoyo whispered setting the empty bottle on the nightstand and drifting off to sleep herself.

  2. Sleep would not come. A gentle breeze through her open window relieved the heat of the summer night momentarily, then the heavyness of the still room returned. She turned her head to the clock - 2:20. Alarm? 8:00. Luke? 10:00. Not soon enough, and yet far too soon.

    After an uneventful afternoon, Jen had gone to bed early - mainly to avoid her parents questioning.

    'Who is Luke?'

    'Where did you meet him?'

    'What time will you be…'

    Endless questions. Finally, taking advantage of a lull, she claimed tiredness and made a break for the freedom of her room. Several hours later. Still awake. She'd done everything she could to stay cool. Start off with pink PJ bottoms, and a pink T-shirt, with white panties underneath. 11pm had seen the bottoms come off. Midnight or thereabouts the T-Shirt, and finally about five minutes ago she had slid her panties down and off. Naked on the bed, her body caught the moonlight coming in through the window. Slim. Toned. Thoughts in her head, circling, whirling like leaves in a breeze. What to wear tomorrow? Did Luke like, Like or LIKE her? Slowly her eyelids became heavier. Closing. Closing. Closed. Finally. Her breathing shallow, her mind peaceful and her body still, she slept.

    Her eyes flew open. Hand flew to alarm clock. Alarm silenced. Morning. Two hours till Luke arrives. Up. Over to her wardrobe. She opened the door, and caught a glance of herself in the full length mirror, her body slender, legs smooth and shapely, rising to delicately rounded hips. Narrow waist, small breasts. She searched out a short denim skirt, tee-shirt, bra, panties - no, going to the lake. Replacing the panties and bra, Jen got out her bikini. White, with dark blue flowers. A mini belt like ribbon ran round the waist of the bottoms, tying in a bow at the side. She turned, and layed her clothes out on the bed. Good choices? Yes, she thought so. Prickling in her crotch. Pressure in her bladder. Time for a pee and a shower.

    Jen crossed into her en-suite, turned the shower on in the cubicle to heat up, then sat on the toilet. Release. She felt her muscles relax and a trickle of pee find its way from her bladder, through her pee hole and across her vagina. Clamp. Clench. Stop. Why? She had never wet herself, least not as an adult. Yesterday had been a close call. Jen wanted to know. Wipe. Up, back to her room. Her closeness to peeing had increased her need, and Jen now fought the urgency between her legs, bouncing and jiggling as she found some old panties at the back of her drawer. White, brief cut, blue dots. Hand to crotch. Squeeze. Legs apart. One leg into panties. Cross legs, clench. Legs apart. Second leg into panties. Panties up. Bounce, thigh squeeze. Back to bathroom. Shower off, into cubical. Jens heart pounded as she stood there in the humid, steamy shower cubical. She felt the urge in her crotch, the tingle in her urethra. Still she held on. Should she? Shouldn't she? What would her parents think if they found out? What would Luke think?! Another wave of urgency. Legs crossed, thighs clenched, Jen fought her internal battle. Yes? No? Was it dirty? Surely she should just go and sit back on the toilet. This was silly. But the thought of just standing here and letting go into her panties filled her with another feeling, a rising urge from her loins. Do it. Gingerly, Jen relaxed her legs, no longer clenching her thighs together. Her crotch prickled with the need to pee. Felt her panties around her vulva; soft, dry, white cotton. She relaxed her muscles, felt a dribble pass out of her - warm dampness in her crotch. Automatically, she clenched again, stopping the flow, her body on autopilot not letting her wet her panties. Relax… Relax. She felt the flow start again. Slow at first, she started to feel the crotch of her panties warm and wet against her skin. Weeing harder now, rivulets of pee started to flow, warm, down her upper thighs. Feeling her stream flowing out of her body and over it, fire spread through her veins. Her right hand dropped, in, past the waist of her panties, down to her crotch. She felt the warmth, the wetness, the now gentle trickle of herself peeing. Slowly at first, she started rubbing herself, tingles and shudders of pleasure rippling upwards and outwards from her core to the extremities of her body. Harder. Faster. Moaning softly, Jen leant against the wall of the shower, slowly, sliding down into a squat. Slower. Faster, harder, faster, harder - Jen threw her hips forward, arching her back in exctasy as her orgasm passed over her in waves, muscles in her lower body tensing and relaxing, pushing more squirts out of her body, past her fingers and into her panties. Slower. Slower. Slower. Breathing heavily, Jen stood, shakily, turning on the shower again and feeling warmth cascading over her. Dirty? No. Yes. To Jen? Her conscience was constantly pricking her desires and discoveries. To others? To Luke? Sexy? To Jen, definitely.

    Soaping her body, rinsing her body, Jen slowly returned to earth. She had done it. Felt it. Loved it. Peeled off her soaking panties - rinsed under the shower. Shampoo. Rinse. Out of the shower, towelled and dry. Panties on the towel rail, under the towels. Bikini on. Skirt on. T-shirt on. Hair fixed.

    9:20. 40 minutes till Luke arrives. Downstairs. Jen's parents were out in the garden, Mum weeding, Dad mowing the lawn before church. The clatter of the mower breaking the peace of the summer Sunday morning. Coffee. Toast. Coffee. Crockery in the sink. Upstairs. Make up. Not much, just a touch. Glasses. No. Contacts. Clock - 9:55. Jen grabbed a rucksack, towel from the airing cupboard. Stuffed the towel into the bag. Prickle in her crotch. Jen crossed into the bathroom, lifted her skirt, untied the bow on her bikini and pulled it down. Sit. Release. As her stream hissed out of her she heard the doorbell go. Shit. She pushed, bearing down on her bladder, forcing her pee out in a hard stream. Doorbell again. No time. Clench. Stop. Dribble. Clench harder. Stopped? Yes. Wipe. Flush. Jen stood, pulled her bikini bottoms up, re-tied the bow, knotting it tightly, and pulled her skirt back into place. Need to pee subsided, Jen could relax her muscles. She could still feel her bladder wasn't empty, but she no longer needed to pee. Grabbed her bag and dashed downstairs, butterflies beating in her stomach. Luke. Bottle of water from the fridge. Jen walked to the front door. Ran her hand through her hair. Deep breath. Opened the door.

    Luke stood at the door, dressed casually - long shorts, T-shirt, flip-flop sandals, his shades pushed up on top of his head.

    "Hey Jen!"

    "Hey!"

    Luke hugged her. Completely unexpected. Nice. Strong. Definitely muscles in all the right places. Stepped back.

    "You ready?"

    "Yup"

    She smiled at him, Luke grinning back. Again, Jen felt that pang. She pulled the door shut behind her, and they both turned and headed to Luke's pick up at the end of the drive. Even mid morning the heat was intense. Jen felt him walking close by her side.

    At the truck, Luke opened the passenger door for her, shutting it once she was in. Round the drivers side, Luke got in and started the engine. Checked mirrors, pulled out into the road. Jen settled on the seat, an old bench style affair, one seat across the cab of the truck. She leant against the passenger door, elbow on the open window sill, wind playing in her hair. She looked across at Luke, looking ahead at the road. Turned back to look out the window, she smiled to herself. Happy. The truck braked to a halt at the end of the road. Quick check, and Luke pulled away, the trucks engine roaring as Luke gunned it up the highway towards the park and the lake.

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    Dawn flashed a mischievous smile at Serena before taking a long and drawn out sip from her glass. “Mmm, isn’t the wine here spectacular?”

    “It is; it really goes great with dinner.” Serena agreed having to hold back her giggles.

    “You want some, Emily?” Dawn asked offering her glass to the girl whose eyes sparkled as she nodded her head and began reaching for it. Dawn pulled it away just out of arms reach and smiled. “First you have to tell us what that was all about with the poster.”

    Serena smiled behind her glass. Dawn was good, maybe she was a secret agent after all, she thought with a laugh. Emily frowned while thinking it over.

    “I just don’t like advertisements.” She answered.

    “Do you believe her?” Dawn asked Serena.

    “Not a chance,” Serena said. “Too bad, this really is good wine.”

    “Fine,” Emily said rolling her eyes. “It’s because of the girl on the flyer.”

    “Go on.” Dawn said inching the glass a little closer towards Emily. “Whatcha got against the new prez of Silph Co?”

    “We, umm, used to date.” Emily mumbled. Dawn and Serena exchanged a look of surprise. They had expected a response like, “She was a stuck up bitch,” or something, but a confession of a past lesbian love? Serena nodded as Dawn handed over her glass, but Emily now seemed to be lost in thought. Now this conversation was much more interesting than plants.

    “Now when you said date, you mean you were actually…?” Serena asked.

    “Dating.”

    “You had a girl friend?” Dawn asked a little doubtful as Emily nodded seemingly interested now in a half-eaten piece of garlic bread.

    “Were you two serious?” Serena asked completely intrigued.

    “I guess,” Emily mumbled taking a sip from the glass of wine.

    “Did you two…do it?” Dawn blurted out as Serena nearly choked on her fork. Way to be subtle. The girl being questioned turned a bright red before knocking back the rest of the wine like it was a shot. Well that’s a yes, Serena thought taking the empty glass away and replacing it with her full one.

    “This might sound like a dumb question, but…umm, how?” Dawn asked as Emily nearly spit out her drink.

    “With, umm, fingers…” Emily whispered with a blush as both Dawn and Serena leaned in closer to hear. Now this, Serena thought, was an interesting topic. “And one time a vibrator in the shower.” Serena shifted her weight a bit in the chair to get comfortable, she hadn’t expected this topic to get her flustered, but it was having an obvious impact yet she wanted to know more.

    “What other stories do you have?” Serena asked in a hushed tone trying to keep the excitement from her voice.

    “Well, one time we went to the store and bought some whipped cream and chocolate syrup.” Emily said getting a little more comfortable. Serena figured it was because of the one and a half glasses she drank, but if it meant keeping the story going and getting some juicy details, she’d order her an entire bottle if that were what it would take.

    “Yeah,” Both Serena and Dawn said pressing for more.

    “And some rope.” Emily admitted… “Then she, umm, tied me up to the bed…”

    “Yes!” Both girls said again wide-eyed.

    “She poured chocolate syrup on me in certain places and then licked it off.” Emily admitted blushing fiercely.

    “That’s pretty, umm…” Dawn started to say.

    “Hot.” Serena said as Dawn nodded in agreement.

    “I just have one more question for you; how far along is Misty?” Serena asked.

    “Three months…” Emily admitted before grimacing as she realized what she just said.

    “Knew it!” Serena said.

    “EMILY KETCHUM!” a shout said next to the table as an angry looking woman with hands on her hips approached. “That better not be alcohol you’re drinking!” Delia shouted.

    “Shit,” Emily said underneath her breath before she was dragged away by the ear towards the family table with Emily gasping in pain the whole way.

    “Awe, there goes our fun,” Dawn said before stretching. “Want to go walk around out front and feed the Pidgey’s?”

    “Yeah, sure,” Serena agreed as the pair left the reception hall and wandered around out front, remnants of dinner rolls in hand.

    The pair walked around for what felt like hours, talking and laughing while throwing a few bread crumbs here and there. Serena was surprised at how easily she got along with Dawn and how fast the two had cliqued. In no time at all it felt like they had been friends for years despite having only met a few hours ago. They reminisced about the good old days of traveling with Ash. Before she could stop herself, Serena was telling her all about the huge crush she used to have on him and the strange hollow feeling she felt watching him marry someone else.

    “It makes sense, he was your first love after all.” Dawn said after listening to Serena pour her heart out. “I’m just guessing though, I don’t know what love feels like. Some nights though, I wonder what it would be like to be held in someone’s arms while I fall asleep.”

    “It’s one of the best feelings.” Serena said with a sigh. “It’s been a long time though.” She said sitting on the grassy hill overlooking the pond. “Who knew the bookworm earlier was in a sexual relationship with another girl?”

    “Right? I was so surprised! Here I was thinking that girl had to be the most boring person on the planet. That conversation sure took a turn.” Dawn said. “Guess we shouldn’t judge people so fast.”

    “Yeah,” Serena said now eye-level with Dawn’s waist. A sudden violent rustling in the nearby trees turned their attention as a strong gust of wind came rushing through sending leaves and flower petals dancing through the air. A sudden gasp from Dawn caused Serena to glance over and catch sight of the girl fighting a loosing battle with her skirt as it blew up revealing her childish cartoon panties.

    “Don’t laugh!” Dawn said fake sulking with an obvious tinted red face. Serena wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or embarrassment, but it made the girl look cute.

    “Piplup panties, huh?” Serena said giggling. “How old are you?”

    “You’re one to talk, diaper girl.” Dawn said sticking out her tongue playfully.

    “I’m not wearing a diaper.” Serena said while rolling her eyes.

    “Oh, yeah? Prove it.” Dawn challenged with a smirk. She hadn’t expected Serena to accept as she had only been joking, but her eyes went wide as the blonde stood and lifted up the hem of her dress as Dawn got a good look of the much more mature red lacey undergarments.

    “No diaper,” Serena said now smirking herself at the blush that had formed across Dawn’s face. “I never turn down a challenge.”

    “Fancy,” Dawn said once she found her voice. “Where’d you get them?”

    “I made them.”

    “What? You made them?” Dawn asked in surprise.

    “I design lingerie.” Serena said. “I have a whole line out in stores. You’d look pretty good in the blue ones.”

    “Wow, nice. Heh, thanks, but it’s not like I have plans for anyone to see them anytime soon.” Dawn said squatting down to pick up a dandelion.

    “For someone who says they aren’t going to be seen, Piplup sure seems to be making an awful lot of appearances today.” Serena teased after getting another good look in between the other girls legs. Dawn stuck out her tongue again before sitting down next to her on the hill as the two watched the sunset together. She wasn’t sure why, but Serena really wanted to put her arm around Dawn; she was just so cute and childish. She found herself leaning closer towards her until their hands accidentally brushed against each other. Serena could see the blush on the other girl’s face in the fading sunlight, but she made no move to pull her hand away so Serena held it in hers. Dawn’s hand was so smooth and so-unlike a man’s. It fit perfectly within her own.

    Another cold wind swept across landscape as the two shivered together, but this time it was Dawn who huddled up closer. Serena tentatively wrapped an arm around her as Dawn leaned in and let herself rest against Serena’s side. Something about this just felt so right to her; she wouldn’t even mind staying like this for the rest of the night. If only she didn’t have to pee.

    Serena quietly cursed under her breath as she tried to shift. This had been so nice. Why now of all times? She tried to hold it as best she could, but her constant shifting and squirming alerted Dawn to a problem.

    “Something the matter?” she asked. “You seem uncomfortable, is this too weird for you?” she asked sitting up.

    “No, no! It’s not you, I was actually enjoying this.” Serena admitted as Dawn smiled. “I have to pee,” She mumbled.

    “Can’t you hold it?” Dawn teased leaning back into her.

    “No, I’m sorry.” Serena admitted before muttering. “Stupid Rhyhorn.”

    Dawn quickly sat up as her eyes went wide in revelation. “I totally forgot about that.” She admitted. “We walked pretty far from the hotel, can you make it back?”

    “Umm, I’m not sure. I’ll try.” She said sitting up and getting to her feet.

    “You can always just go in the trees if you don’t think you can make it.” Dawn said pointing to the rows of pine trees.

    “We’re not kids anymore, Dawn.” Serena said with a scowl.

    “If you gotta go, you gotta go.” She said with a shrug.

    “I’d rather just hold it.” Serena said looking around. “I’m going to head back.” Dawn nodded in agreement as the two set off towards the hotel. About fifteen minutes into the walk Serena grimaced as she felt the pressure becoming more and more unbearable as she let out a groan.

    “Are you gonna be ok?” Dawn asked in concern. “You can squeeze my hand if you wa- I TAKE IT BACK! LET GO LET GO!” She whimpered holding her crushed fingers.

    Serena crossed her legs before continuing on the trek back, but froze in place at the first signs of leakage. “No no no,” she moaned as warm droplets began snaking down her legs. She looked around in a panic, but there was no cover anywhere. She could either squat down in front of Dawn right here and now or wet herself while walking. The blue haired girl smiled sympathetically at her in understanding. She wasn’t going to make it and they both knew it.

    “Damn it, I’m sorry,” Serena mumbled stopping in defeat as she lifted her dress out of the way. It was already too late for her underwear so she didn’t even bother moving them out of the way. She hadn’t even been able to squat down before she lost control as warm urine streamed down her legs. At least she could save her dress she thought with a pitiful laugh. “Should have gone in the trees like you said, you must think I’m disgusting now.” She said choking back a sob.
    “Hey, it’s okay, it happens.” Dawn said trying to reassure her while putting a hand on her shoulder.

    “I’m 24-years-old and this is the third time I’ve had an accident in front of someone since the injury. I came to Kanto to get away from what happened in my home region and all I did was create more painful memories!”

    “Shh, shh, it’s okay, I promise. I don’t think you’re disgusting.” Dawn said rubbing the other girl’s back. “You’re a beautiful and talented designer who just needs a bit more time to heal is all. Now c’mon, take those wet panties off before you get sick.”

    “So not how my underwear is supposed to come off at a wedding.” Serena half-laughed and half-cried.

    “Heh, would you rather me take them off?” Dawn blurted out before cringing and covering her mouth as both girl’s blushed fiercely.

    “Not when they’re like this,” Serena said moving in quickly before she lost the nerve and kissed Dawn’s cheek. She cringed while reaching up and pulled down her soaked panties while Dawn held her face where Serena’s lips had brushed against them.

    “So what happened in your home region?” Dawn asked once she had recovered from the shock.

    “Wet myself on stage during a fashion show.” Serena mumbled holding her wet undergarments in the crook of her index finger.

    “I’m sorry, that must have been horrible.” Dawn said cringing at the thought.

    “It wasn’t my most glamorous moment.” Serena admitted with a sigh. Dawn smiled sympathetically as she took the blondes hand in hers. “Thank you for being so sweet and understanding, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you.”

    “I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you as well,” Dawn said. “I feel so comfortable around you; It doesn’t feel like we just met.” She admitted locking eyes with Serena with a kind and gentle smile as she leaned back against a thin pine tree.

    “I feel the same,” Serena said tucking her soiled underwear into her purse before meeting Dawn’s gaze. She felt her heart beating rapidly inside her chest as she looked into the girl’s sea blue eyes that seemed to beckon her closer. Serena’s outstretched hand moved automatically, as if it was on auto-pilot, gently brushing Dawn’s long bangs out of her eyes. “You’re really pretty.” Serena said quietly as her face inched closer and closer.

    “So are you,” Dawn whispered back sliding her palm across Serena’s face. “Go on, I dare you.”

    “You know I never back down from a challenge.” Serena whispered back lightly pressing her lips against Dawn’s.

    “You call that a kiss?” Dawn teased when they broke apart before leaning in for more. Her arms found their way around Serena’s neck as they each found their rhythm. Dawn’s lips sent a serious of strange, but not un-pleasant, sensations coursing through Serena’s body. She wanted to feel more of her. She wanted to know every inch of her mouth and lips and wanted to feel more of her pressed against her.

    “Where are you staying?” Serena finally asked once the two had broken a part for air.

    “The pokemon center.” Dawn said resting her head on Serena’s shoulder as she let the others woman’s arms hold her against her body.

    “I’ve got a room at the hotel. You could stay with me.” Serena whispered.

    “How many beds are there?”

    “Just one.” Serena said softly taking her by the hand.

    …………………………………………………………………………………………………………

    The two girls sat side by side on the hotel bed after each had had a turn in the shower.

    “I knew you’d look amazing in the blue ones.” Serena said admiring Dawn’s body in the lacy blue lingerie. “They go great with your hair.”

    “Thanks.” Dawn said with a nervous smile looking down at her body. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

    “You look great.” Serena said again sporting a matching pink set of her own.

    “I-I-don’t know what to do.” Dawn admitted after a moment of awkward and tense silence.

    “I’m not quite sure either, to be honest.” Serena said. “We can just start where we left off and see what happens.” She said taking her hand and running her fingers through Dawn’s wet hair. The other nodded and gave a nervous giggle before continuing their kiss from earlier only breaking apart occasionally to breathe and turn on some music.

    “Can I touch you?” Dawn asked as Serena nodded her head. Dawn gently took her palm and slowly traced down the girls shoulders until she hesitantly came to rest on top of her bra. Serena nodded her approval again before Dawn lightly cupped her breast in her hands through the lacey material. Serena resumed their kiss as she began to explore Dawn’s chest as well before reaching down and slowly feeling her stomach, hips and thighs.

    “Can I touch you here?” Serena asked resting a finger a top the other’s panties as Dawn hesitantly nodded. Serena very carefully and slowly traced along the various bumps that pressed against the fabric inside. After a few slow and teasing laps she began to feel moisture against her fingers. “You’re getting wet.” Serena whispered as Dawn’s face turned red. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her panties and began teasing her directly as Dawn’s legs twitched a little involuntarily.

    “Do you masturbate, Dawn?” she asked as the blue haired girl shook her head. “So you’ve never had anything inside of you?” Another no. “I don’t want to hurt you, so I have an idea.” Serena said pulling her damp fingers away and pulling Dawn’s body to the edge of the bed as she sat between her legs on the floor and pulled the blue panties down Dawn’s legs.

    “What are you doing?” Dawn asked as she let herself be positioned as she stared up at the ceiling. “SE-SER-SERENA!” she gasped closing her legs at the unexpected sensation.

    “Shh, it’s ok. Just enjoy it.” Serena said patting the girl’s thigh reassuringly and opening her legs. “I’ll make you feel good.”

    “But..but it’s dir- AHH!” Dawn moaned clenching the bedding in her fists as she twitched at the strange yet wonderful sensation of Serena’s tongue. “Oh god, Oh god.”

    “See, I told you.” Serena said between licks as she held down Dawn’s squirming legs. After a few minute’s she could feel Dawn’s lower parts beginning to twitch against her tongue while she alternated between licking and sucking as the girl’s moaning grew louder.

    “I..feel…strange!” Dawn moaned. “Something’s going to come out! Stop!”

    “It means… you’re going to… cum. It’s…okay…to…cum…”

    “N-no! I feel like I’m going to pee!”

    “It’s okay, it happens. It’s why I moved you off the bed. There’s an ice bucket under you, don’t worry.” Serena said rubbing her to keep the sensation going so she could talk. “Just relax and ride it out.” She said before going back to her previous method of stimulation.

    “Ahh, Serena!” Dawn moaned. “It feels so hot! Ahh! Serena! Serena! I can’t hold it much longer!”

    “Just…let…it…happen….before you do, say, ‘I’m coming,’”

    “Ahh, ahh!” Dawn panted locking her knees around Serena’s head. “C-can’t hold it! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She yelled as Serena pulled her head back in the nic of time as liquid began trickling into the bucket below.

    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

     


    “That…was…amazing.” The blue haired girl said rolling over and wrapping her arms around Serena. “Thank you.” She mumbled before letting out a long yawn.

    “You’re pretty good yourself, Miss-I-Have-No-Idea-What-I’m-Doing.” Serena teased kissing her forehead and pulling her in closer as the two fell asleep in each others arms…

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    “Yes, I heard you. Congratulations.” He said, in a deadpan voice. “Now as I told your fiancé, I’m Agent Cook from the Sphere Protection Program. I’m here to walk you through the pod set up for the cadet you’ll be hosting here.“ Sam stared at him blankly as her jaw hung slightly ajar.

     

    “You-You’re not from the draft office?” She sputtered out. He shook his head as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a slight smirk. She could hear Tom let out a snort of laughter as he covered his mouth with his hand. “Will you excuse us a minute?” She asked with a fake grin plastered on her face. She pushed Tom in the back without another word.

     

    “YOU ASSHOLE!” A loud hollow smack echoed throughout the other wise empty center. “I HOPE YOU ROT IN THE 9TH GATE OF HELL!” The man sat in silence and listened to the crashes of items being thrown before the two returned. Sam held her throbbing palm in her hand as she apologized for the wait. A bright red palm print stretched across Tom’s face as he hung his head in shame.

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    The clinic was new to the town and it was certainly welcomed since the old clinic shut down. The single doctor and nurse were strangers to the town's population but since it was the only medical facility around, they had to visit it for any illness. It was summer time and the town's star pupil, Charlotte Seager, started coughing a lot. "You better take leave and visit the clinic,", her head teacher commented.

    "I'm...*coughh*, ah *cough*...fine," she stammered. Charlotte or Charlie loved school and did want to miss her maths and history lessons.

    "You're certainly not. He's a day pass, go and if need to, rest at home tomorrow," the teacher replied. Half-grumbling, half coughing, she packed her bags and exited the school grounds. The sun outside was brightly shining and that was exactly helping the sick 16 year old. Thankfully, Charlie had changed to socks instead of nylon tights. But as she walked to the bus stop, the heat of the day grew and made he cougher even more. The bus ride was no comfort since there was a lack of fans or air-conditioning and it was a rather rickety bus. Finally, after another few more minutes in the heat, she was inside the clinic.

    "Do you have an appointment dear?" The bespectacled grey haired nurse behind the counter asked.

    "*Cough*...no," Charlie replied.

    "Oh do fill this form up. And there's a water fountain over there. You look like you'll need it." After scribbling her particulars, the teenager thankfully drained three cups of water down, which did sooth her throat. Sitting down, she noticed that there were several patients in front of her. It's one of those logn waits she thought, and picked up a magazine.

    After a few minutes, Charlie felt that her bladder was signalling. "Uhm, nurse, is there a ladies in this building?"

    "Outside, turn left but I believe it's under repair today. Some leaky pipe."

    The signal from her bladder grew so Charlotte exited anyway, and indeed found the door to the unisex loo locked. "Open, damnit!" she cried as her bladder's pressure grew. Returning to the waiting area, she asked, "Nurse, is there any other toilet here or nearby?"

    "No, sorry. I thought you have a sore throat?"

    "Yeah," Charlotte replied hoarsely then coughed. "But I really have to..." She didn't want to say the word, especially not with the other patients around.

    "I'm sorry, I do think Dr. Shaw won't be much longer. Just sit down."

    Shaking her head Charlotte did and crossed her legs and squeezed her eyes. Damn it, hold bladder hold. But why would she suddenly need to pee? It wasn't that much longer. After what seemed like eternity, the other patients were cleared and the nurse called her named. Charlotte literally ran into the room to find a rather young doctor.

    "Good afternoon, Charlotte?" he read off his folder. "I'm Dr. Charles Shaw. Please take a seat."

    She did so, again crossing her legs tightly with the increasing pressure from her bladder. "Your throat is given you problems I believe," he continued. "Could you open wide?"

    She did so and squeezed her eyes shut as he flashed a light and prodded around. Oh please, please, someone stop this torture! Give me a toilet now!

    "Hmmm, that is really a nasty throat. I'll have to prescribe a heavy dose of anti-bio.." Just as he was talking, Charlotte couldn't bear it any more and shot up from the chair. "Doctor, I need to...." Suddenly her bladder emptied itself, a larger shot immediately staining her translucent blue knickers and spilling onto the ground.

    "OH MY GOSH!" she exclaimed with her hoarse voice. "Oh m..,," she was lost for words.

    Doctor Shaw clam walk over and said, "It's ok dear, why don’t you head over to the bed over there?" Her face red with embarrassment, Charlotte proceeded to but her bladder gave way again, with another dribble. "What...what's happening to me?"

    "Nurse Jane? Could you close reception and bring the mop?" The Doctor called. Turning to his patient, he asked, "have you had any bladder infections recently?"

    "No...I," she coughed and felt another short drop of urine. This is a nightmare. "I don't know what's happening to me?!"

    "Well, female bladder problems aren't uncommon with teenagers," he commented, and that didn't ease her worry. Just then the nurse came and saw the mess of the floor. She immediately began to mop but Charlie could only turn redder with embarrassment.

    "Doctor, I really..." suddenly she peed again, this time onto the bed. "What's happening to me?!!! Why...."

    "Relax, Charlotte," Dr. Shaw said, motioning her to roll over and placed a thick towel underneath. "Could you remove your skirt and underwear for me?"

    Already bright red, Charlotte did so and instinctively cover her private part. The doctor walked ovr to a cabinet and extracted several items. "I can't tell exactly what's happening Charlotte, “ he said, "but I can give you something to stop it temporarily." A minute later, he was by her side, holding a filled syringe in his arms.

    "What...what's that?"

    "It's an antidiuretic," he replied, and she racked her brains, remembering reading the term in one of her advanced biology textbooks. "It will moderate your urine production for a while." Oh. "Now, Can you place your hands by your side? Won't hurt." Contrary to his description, the injection did. Then he used another syringe to extract a sample of her blood.

    "Now,” he continued, "that's temporary and I took your blood for further testing. Meanwhile, I suggest you should be given protection."

    "Protection?" Charlie queried, shifted in the bed.

    "Well, the drug will wear off after a few minutes and it is not recommended to give another dose, especially for someone your age. So you need to wear continence underwear to catch further leaking." It was then she saw what he had extracted out of the cabinet.

    "A NAPPY?!"

    "If you want to call it that," he continued in his calm voice. "Now, could you spread..."

    "No, no way I'm going to wear that...." she croaked, starting to move off the bed. "I'm..."

    "You certainly won't be going home with that stained knickers and skirt young lady," he pointed,

    "This is so silly. Let me...."

    "I say you have about eight or so minutes before you start wetting again. Now back on the bed."

    Charlotte's head was spinning and suddenly she felt a bit dizzy. "Back on the bed," she heard him say again. For some reason, she didn't want to but somehow she found herself flat again. "Nurse, please hold her still," he said then she heard a whirling sound.

    "What...."

    "I need to shave you," he said, "if not the urine and briefs will create rash."

    "Noo..." she croaked but the elderly nurse held her down and she felt the metallic blades again her area. After a few minutes, she was released, only to be rolled over to have a mat replace the towel and then something slide underneath. "Ow...Ow...OW!!!" she cried, as she felt a creamy cold substance between her legs.

    "It's to again guard again rash," the doctor commented, glancing at his watch. "Two minutes." She then realised what else was against her bum. But with the nurse holding her, adhesive sounds followed and the 16 year old was now taped with an adult nappy around her.

    "Oh my...shit!" she felt a growing warmness between her legs and moved up to see pee staining the nappy. "I can't believe it...."

    "I told you the drug was temporary," he commented, removing his medical gloves and then stowing the rest of the materials back. "You can get dressed now.. Not your underwear of course."

    "But how can..."

    "Put your skirt on, Charlotte," this came from the nurse. She gingerly did so and found it did fit over the thick nappy. "But...I can't go out like this!"

    "You certainly can't go out with urine flowing down your legs either," he said, "look, the brief can't be seen at all." He was right it couldn't unless someone stared at it.

    "But..."

    "I think we're done here, Charlotte. Nurse Jane will give you the antibiotics. Since you are a school going child, there's no need to pay for the pills or the briefs."

    "But..."

    He scribbled something and passed it to her. "Here's a note which brand of adult briefs or nappies you would want to get. Tena Slip Maxi would be a great choice. They are thin and absorbent. At least buy one packet and come back to me in say about a week's time. The blood test results should be done by then." Just as on cue, another burst of urine stained her nappy and she squirmed.

    "Wait, do get back on the bed." She didn't want to, but eventually gave in and he lifted her skirt. "Hmm, it's it rather soggy. Nurse, can you get another out? And the cream and wipes." The tearing sounds of adhesive were heard again and the nappy was yanked away. "Sorry, hospital-grade briefs." he commented, though she did not get him. The stinging happened again as he wiped her vulva and spread cream on it again. Another nappy was slid underneath and secured in place.

    "But..." she said again getting up. "I can't walk properly."

    "Nonsense, it's your mind dear," the nurse replied. "And when you get the Tena Slips, they are thiner."

    "But...what will my family and friends say?"

    He scribbled another note. "I don't think it's a medical case to excuse you fully from school. But this will excuse you from your Physical Exercise. As I said earlier, it's not uncommon for teens to be incontinent."

    "But..."

    "We're closing now. Don't forget your bag and shoes. And the anitbiotics. Also, buy some wipes and DESTIN cream along with the nappies. If you show the store people the note I gave you, you'll get it cheaper. See you next week."

    With that, the girl who once wore normal underwear half walked, half waddled out of the new clinic. Once she was gone, he turn to the nurse and gave her a hug. "Thanks mum." he said. "That was a great move, lacing the water."

    "And that was a great act son," she replied, kissing him. "She fell for it."

    "Yes. Next week when she returns, she'll be all ours."

    THE END

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    Comments welcomed. Will probably post a sequel.

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    Asuna’s Journey Backwards

    Chapter Two: School Morning

    Author’s Note

    This ended up taking longer than I expected, so I’m sorry for those of you who were waiting. On the other hand, it turned out to be more than twice the length I anticipated it to be, so I hope that makes up for it!

    And yeah, I decided to post this here before Diaperedanime this time, since I posted the first chapter there first. I hope that you enjoy this!

    Without further ado, let the reading commence! Enjoy!

    As the footsteps came closer, I tried desperately to calm my nerves, and finally succeeded on making my exterior look serene, when—

    “Asuna…”

    That voice…

    I looked over to the person who said my name, finding the last person I wanted to see at the time. But when I saw the soft smile on his face, all my fears instantly melted away. The person who had come for me was my first and only love…

    Kirito-kun.

    Three days.

    That’s how long it’s been since I was released from the hospital. My physical rehab was mostly complete, so I had been released just in time for the beginning of the school year at a school made specifically for the SAO survivors. There was only one thing left in my rehab, but the doctors said it wouldn’t have to stop me from going to school and seeing Kirito-kun.

    I still couldn’t control when I had to… go to the bathroom. I’m sure you can guess what that meant.

    The doctors said that due to the fact that I had spent more than two years logged into the virtual world, my bladder and bowel muscles were severely weakened. Because of the fact that I had been in the virtual world even longer than the other SAO survivors, they said it would take me much longer to regain control of these muscles once more. Possibly several months.

    Throughout the five grueling weeks of rehab I had to suffer through, I hadn’t once told Kirito-kun about my predicament. I knew it was silly, but I was extremely afraid of his reaction. I knew he would still love me, but there was always that little part of me that doubted that his love was entirely unconditional, and that if I told him about my problem, he wouldn’t want to be around me anymore.

    And yet, despite the fear I had of people outside my family finding out, I secretly enjoyed wearing them. I didn’t know why, but wearing diapers made me feel… secure. Even when I had accidents, it wasn’t so bad. In fact, I rather enjoyed the feeling. And the fact that my body was still weak from all the time it had been wasting away in a hospital room made changing myself very hard at first. Thus, when any of my female family members were around and I had an… accident… they would change me. At first, it was incredibly embarrassing, but after a while, it brought a sense of closeness with them that I hadn’t felt for a long time.

    Even though I was afraid of people finding out… because I enjoyed the attention I got, I decided to stop trying to regain control. I didn’t tell anyone this, not even my family; I knew that if I did, they would surely be furious with me.

    Of course, I only thought of a particularly major flaw of my plan the day before it was too late.

    What’ll happen when I go back to school?

    My eyes slowly fluttered open, and were immediately greeted by a blaring light coming through my window. As usual, the sun knew just where to shine to make the first few minutes of waking up miserable for me. I rolled over and buried my head in my pillow, successfully blocking out the sun for all of five seconds before I felt a familiar warm and wet sensation spreading out around the middle of my diaper, then travel to the front.

    As usual, I was wetting my diaper while on my bed, and I had no control whatsoever. And, as usual, I liked it.

    When my bladder finished emptying itself into my awaiting diaper, I sighed in contentment. The feeling of a wet diaper taped snugly around my waist was incredible to me, though I refused to admit it to anyone.

    I could feel myself dropping back into dreamland. I just felt so relaxed; my diaper was warm, and I was content. My eyelids started to droop, and just before I fell back asleep, I heard a loud beeping noise coming from my right.

    My eyes opened wide, and I quickly sat up, looking to my right to find my alarm clock sounding off on my small, wooden nightstand next to my large, queen-sized bed. I crawled across my bed to turn it off, the sodden undergarment taped snugly to my waist crinkling lightly as I did so. No sooner had I hit the button to turn it off than did I realize what having it on in the first place meant.

    That’s right… I have school today for the first time in over two years, I thought, smiling at the prospect. And better yet, I get to see Kirito-kun there.

    Then, another thought shot through my brain like a lightning bolt. I closed my eyes, fear engulfing me as I realized…

    I’m still essentially incontinent, I thought, scared stiff. Which means that I’ll have to wear… diapers… to school! What’ll I do if I get caught in them? What would Kirito-kun think?

    Just before I lost myself to the fear, I heard my bedroom door open, startling me out of my thoughts. A spurt of urine that I didn’t know I had escaped into my diaper as I turned to my doorway in surprise, only to find my mother smiling at me sympathetically.

    “Scared about going to school?” she queried, earning a nod from me in return. She walked over to me, sitting down next to me and enveloping me in a tight embrace. “Don’t worry, daughter… no one will find out about your… underwear.”

    The way she censored herself when talking about my diapers really touched me. She knew that it was a sensitive topic, and she showed it by being considerate when talking about it. When my mother released me from her embrace, I looked her in the eyes with a sincere expression.

    “Thanks, Mom…” I whispered, making sure I said it just loud enough for her to hear me. “But what if Kirito-kun finds out? What would he think of me?”

    At the thought of him leaving me because of my diapers, I began to sniffle, tears coming to my eyes. I almost started sobbing uncontrollably, but stopped myself when my mother put a finger to my lips, smiling gently. “If he really loves you like you say he does, then he will look past this,” she said, pointing to the sodden garment fastened to my waist. She wiped the tears in my eyes away with her fingers, looking at me with a gentle expression that only a mother could give.

    “Now, why don’t we get you out of that wet one?” she said softly, standing up from her spot on my bed. “I’m sure it’s not very comfortable.”

    Unbeknownst to her, the still-slightly-warm, wet diaper taped to my waist felt very pleasant, but I didn’t say anything of the sort. Instead, I smiled, knowing that my mother meant well. She walked over to my dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a thick, white diaper, imported from overseas because of its incredible absorbency.

    From the top of my dresser, she grabbed a container of baby powder, baby wipes, and lotion to prevent rashes. Finally, she grabbed a folded-up changing mat from my dresser drawer, where the diapers were stored. Walking back over to me, she set the supplies down on my bed, then unfolded the changing mat.

    Without even having to be told, I moved to sit on the changing mat, laying down and waiting for my mother. I didn’t have to wait long, for she soon un-taped my slightly-yellowed diaper, pulling it out from under me and replacing it with the clean one she just got out. My mother began wiping my diaper area with the wipes, not stopping until she deemed the area spotless.

    My mother tossed the wipes in the trash can by my bed, then grabbed the lotion and squeezed some onto her hands. She began to gently rub it into my private area, making me shiver at the coldness. After she was done, she wiped her hands off with another baby wipe, then tossed that into the trash can.

    She then got the container of baby powder, flipping the lid and sprinkling it generously onto my private area. After she finished, she set the container aside, closing the lid and moving back over to me to rub the baby powder in.

    Once she finished with that, my mother pulled the front of the new diaper up in between my legs, tucking the side panels around my waist. She then proceeded to grab the bottom left tape, fastening it to the front of my diaper before repeating the action with the bottom right. Two more tapes, and she was finally finished.

    I sat up, taking note that this particular brand was bulkier than what I was used to wearing. I decided to ask my mother about it. “Hey, Mom?”

    “Yes, dear?” she replied, looking at me inquisitively. “What is it?”

    “W-well…” I started, not sure how to go about saying it. “I noticed that my… underwear… is thicker than usual today. Why is that?”

    “Oh,” she said, looking like she just remembered something important. “Well, I don’t want half of your school time to be ruled by trips to the nurse’s office to get changed, so I opted for a more absorbent brand. It just happened to be thicker.”

    I slowly got up out of bed, trying to walk around without waddling, with little success. I noticed a much more audible crinkle coming from the undergarment, which in turn made me wonder how audible it would be to others.

    When I turned to my mother, a scared look on my face, it seemed as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Don’t worry, no one will notice. The skirts are long at this school, so as long as you avoid the stairs and take the elevators, no one will see them. As for the sound, I’ll bet that no one will think anything of it.”

    I found myself thanking my mother for what seemed like the tenth time that morning, before I remembered an earlier comment she made.

    “Wait, you said something about the school nurse changing me. Does that mean that they already know?”

    “Yes, that’s right,” she replied, looking at me with a sympathetic smile. “When you need a change, then you can go to the teacher and ask him to go to the bathroom, and then you will go to the nurse’s office to get changed. Because of your situation, he is obligated to let you go at any time, but don’t abuse that.”

    When she finished explaining the plan to me, I smiled gratefully, knowing that my mother had gone out of her way to make things easier on me. “Thank you for everything, Mom,” I told her, walking back over to her and pulling her into a tight hug. She returned the gesture.

    After a few seconds, my mother pulled back, a calm smile on her face. “You know, Asuna,” she started, looking over to the clock on my nightstand. “The train you need to catch to leave for school leaves in less than thirty minutes. You might want to finish getting dressed.”

    It was then that I looked down, finding myself clad in nothing but a bra, nightshirt, and diaper. When I looked up, I found my mother getting up from the bed. She began to walk towards my bedroom door, and just before she left, she said, “Your uniform is in your closet. Once you’ve put it on, come downstairs and I’ll have breakfast ready.”

    “Okay,” I replied, watching her leave before half-walking, half-waddling over to my closet, my diaper crinkling all the way.

    How will anybody not notice this? I thought nervously, opening my closet door to look for my uniform. I had a rather large (and cluttered) closet, so I knew it might take a minute or two to find whatever I was looking for on any given occasion. However, I didn’t expect to find them right away, hanging on a rack next to the door.

    I took a look at my new uniform, taking note that the navy-blue jacket with white trim and matching skirt would indeed hide my diaper from view. I looked to the side, finding a white blouse, presumably meant to be worn under the blue jacket.

    Gathering all of the articles of my uniform, I headed over to the bathroom connected to my bedroom, wanting to change quickly and go downstairs to eat breakfast. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I saw myself in the full-body bathroom mirror across from me.

    I look pretty childish, don’t I? I mused, smiling lightly as I walked in.

    After changing into my uniform, I looked over to my bathroom mirror, checking to make sure that my diaper was undetectable by sight. Satisfied that the skirt went well-past the thick undergarment without bulging enough to be noticeable, I decided to try walking to test how loud the crinkling would be.

    As I walked to the bathroom door, I barely heard the crinkling coming from my diaper, making me sigh in relief. Opening the door and exiting through it, I briefly wondered how the diaper taped snugly to my waist would sound when wet, before I realized a huge problem.

    What about gym class?

    I quickly got the rest of the things I would need for my first day of school, then exited my room, closing the door behind me. I had to ask my mother about what would happen during gym class, and I knew I didn’t have much time left before I had to leave for school.

    Walking down the stairs at a breakneck pace, I had to stop at the bottom to catch my breath. I still wasn’t exactly physically fit, and the fact that I couldn’t even descend the stairs without needing to stop and rest made that painfully evident. After a few seconds of breathing deeply, I heaved a large sigh and continued on my way.

    When I arrived in the dining room, I found my mother waiting for me at the table. I joined her silently, sitting in the seat across from her and grabbing the knife and fork placed there. Looking at the plate before me, I marveled at the giant cinnamon roll that lay on it for a second before silently beginning to eat.

    As we ate in silence, I could tell that my mother knew something was wrong. Even so, she waited for me to speak my mind. After I finished my food, I decided it was time to voice my concerns. “Hey, Mom?” I queried, looking down at my lap.

    “Yes?” she queried, and I could feel her gentle smile without even looking.

    “What will I do about gym class?” I finally asked her, looking up with nervous eyes to find her gentle smile still in place.

    “You have been exempted from participating in physical education class, if that’s what you’re worried about,” my mother replied, making me sigh in relief.

    She looked at her watch, eyes widening before she looked up at me. “Your train leaves in less than ten minutes,” she said, getting up abruptly. “I’ll take you to the station.”

    A few minutes later, we were on the road, with not much longer to go before we reached the station. I looked out the window, marveling at the city in the morning. I haven’t gone outside since I got out of rehab… I thought, smiling softly. But now, I get to go outside, and even see Kirito-kun!

    That thought once again brought my attention to the thick, white garment under my skirt. I looked down at it, once again growing nervous at the prospect of him even possibly finding out.

    “If he really loves you like you say he does, then he will look past this.”

    At the remembrance of my mother’s words from earlier that morning, I smiled once more, my nervousness melting away. Looking back up, I could see the train station coming into view. After a few more seconds of driving, we pulled into the parking lot, my mother stopping right in front of the station and reaching over to me.

    She enveloped me in a warn hug, then said, “Have a good day, dear.”

    “You, too, Mom,” I replied once she released me. I opened the car door, getting out and grabbing my bag “I’ll see you after school!”

    “Take care!”

    With that, I closed the car door, watching as she drove off. I turned around, beginning to walk towards the station.

    I have a feeling… I thought, smiling brightly as I walked through the hoards of people. That today is going to be a good day!

    Author’s Note

    Yeah, I couldn’t think of a good way to continue or end it here, so I’m sorry if the end felt a little rushed. I guess that’s just what happens when you run out of inspiration near the end of a chapter. Still, at least I got it out! That has to count for something, right?

    … Right?

    Anyway, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to hear what you think of the second chapter! Love it or hate it, I’d love to hear feedback. Please try to be polite, however.

    Also, some of you whom have read the light novels might have noticed that I drastically changed Asuna’s mother’s personality. I figured that it needed to be done for the sake of the plot, so I’m sorry for those of you who don’t like that.

    Well, I guess that’s about it. Sorry for the long-arsed author’s notes, it’s a habit I developed on Fanfiction.net.

    I should let you go before I start to go on a tangent about author’s notes and their purpose.

    Ciao!

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    Driving on a motorway is a relaxing experience, especially if it's at night. Lights turn into a constantly shifting, abstract mosaic, actions become automated and everything but the road ahead becomes perfectly tuned out – including your girlfriend angrily tapping you on the shoulder.

    – "Hey, wake up."

    – "More awake than you, I think," I said. The vixen had just woken up and looked like it, sitting there rubbing her eyes and trying to stretch in the cramped seat. She'd slept for most of the three-hour drive, exahausted, and looked in need of a brush. Only her muzzle poked out from beneath a veil of ruffled white hair.

    – "I gotta pee, stop somewhere," she informed me as if she owned the car, and me too.

    – "Why so grumpy?"

    – "You try sleeping in this seat and being happy about it," she grunted back, rubbing her eyes and stretching. She gathered the hair out of her face and squinted at the road lights. "And when you got to piss this bad," she said, tossing out a soda cup she'd previously emptied out the window.

    – "Trying to get me fined?"

    She leaned back and seemed to drift off again. I didn't quite get her response, but it might have been "fuck off".

    I looked over and saw her snoozing again, muzzle slightly parted and snow-white fur shining softly in the near-darkness. It was getting late and I'd been thinking about stopping, but her display got me a bit angry. I get that car sleep isn't the most fulfilling rest, but that didn't excuse her acting like that. I didn't feel like stopping for her after that... and I had a little plan hatching for my self-proclaimed princess.

    A service area, and the next one went by and past, and she kept sleeping and squirming. Her left paw crept up and settled between her legs, rubbing lightly. Her desperation grew. Legs rubbing together as she tensed and relaxed, bare feet tapping unconciously against each other... I watched in fascination, almost suspecting she was faking, unbelieving that she could sleep like that.

    An hour passed and I wondered. I'd expected her to wake up by that point, freak out in the car for a while, beg me for a stop and barely make it to a bathroom. But she was sleeping soundly, her bladder filling up by the minute, and it was getting late enough that restrooms might be closed. I wanted her to have a close call, not an accident. She squirmed again and I gave her a worried glance, and considered just giving up and stopping – but I was still upset at her, and I kept driving. I wanted to see her scared.

    I drove and watched her. It was getting late and I was about to stop anyway when I heard her whimper. Monica sat up shaking her head, gave me a dazed stare – and suddenly contorted herself, bending forward, one paw clenching her crotch and the other cradling her belly. She made that desperately urgent sound again and pushed herself into the seat, bent halfway into a ball.

    – "Are you okay?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

    – "Oh god, I gotta go, please stop–" She was breathless; pain in her voice.

    Shit, I thought. It was worse than I'd intended.

    – "It's five minutes until the next–"

    – "Just stop anywhere, it hurts!" She was twisting herself, switching between jamming her paws in between her legs and crossing them. She'd undone her belt and was sitting on the edge of the seat, grinding against it, her posture screaming urgency and pain, fluffy tail trashing impotently below her knees.

    I hit the gas, really regretting my stupidity now. She looked genuinely distraught. I watched her fight against her own body, trying to resist the urge, cradling her painfully bursting bladder with her paws and desperately trying to postpone the inevitable, but she was losing it; in her exhausted sleep she had reached and went past the point of panic. Had she been awake, she would have done something, anything to relieve herself before that, but there she was about to wet herself in the seat and it was my fault.

    I wanted to reassure her somehow, but I had no way to; she was locked in a private world of suffering. It hadn't been five minutes since she woke up and she was already sobbing in pain, tugging feebly at the undone waistband of her jeans, trying to shield her tender belly from any more pressure. It was swelling visibly from the unreal amount liquid contained inside and I couldn't even begin to imagine how badly she needed to go. Fur glistened as drops of perspiration formed on the pads of her paws, dampening it as if in anticipation of imminent greater wetness.

    – "There's a stop just ahead, can you hold it a couple minutes," I tried to reassure her, but all I got in return were angry expletives.

    As sorry as I felt for her, I couldn't help but admire certain things her desperation was doing to her body. Perching on the edge of her seat, with back straight as an arrow and shirt stretched and pushed down into her crotch made her chest a sight to behold, her perky breasts straining against the fabric. Seeing her nipples poke through layers of fur and cloth made me think just how hard they must be underneatch, and suddenly I had to resist the urge to reach over and check. She had her head thrown back, mess of hair cascading down, panting loud and quick thorugh a barely parted muzzle, from which a drop of saliva dripped on her chest, unnoticed. Her brush made its way behind her, its tip raised high and twitching madly just like it did when we made love. I knew what kind of urge was behind all that, but it helped little; soon my underwear was getting as tight as hers, even if my swelling was on the account of blood, not urine.

    After what felt like an age for me and an eternity for her, but just a couple more minutes to the clock, we reached a petrol station and I took the exit. Monica was at the absolute wit's end, with a paw shamelessly down her panties, rubbing furiously at her privates to stave off the urge just a moment longer. I could only hope it was working; every few moments, with every spasm of her overfilled bladder, she yelped and whined and I wondered if anything was making its way into her panties already. Either way, her actions weren't helping my situation at all.

    I rolled into the station praying to see a restrooms sign and was relieved to spot one – fifty metres off the nearest parking spot.

    – "There's a bathroom. Can you walk?"

    – "I don't know," she replied, not even bothering to look up.

    I got out while dared not to move and went to her door. There was an embarassingly sizable bulge in the front of my pants, but there was nothing to be done about that; I just had to hope she wouldn't notice in her state. I certainly didn't want to explain that.

    I opened her door. There was no chance she'd be able to walk on her own; a catastrophic loss of control seemed just a single jolt away. I'd have to help her to make it to the bathroom.

    I put my left arm around her and pulled her out of her seat, holding her right paw in mine. It was slightly damp, I tried not to think what that meant. She managed to stand, but barely, bent forward in an almost right angle. I tried to make her straighten up a bit, but she gave a pained whimper as it pulled on her bladder; I gave up.

    There was only one obstacle left in making our way forward: the paw in her unzipped pants, working restlessly at the inside of her panties. It wasn't an issue of embarassment, it was late, dark, and deserted, and we were both beyond caring. But I couldn't have her pants fall down in two steps.

    – "You'll have to zip up your pants, Mon," I said softly

    – "I can't, I'll pee," she cried. Quite literally: by this point, there were tears soaking into the fur on her face.

    – "Come, you can do it, two more minutes and you can pee," I reassured her.

    That seemed to give her some strength, and she let me remove her paw. She was completely passive, all her energies concentrated on holding back the contents of her screaming, spasming bladder. As soon as I took her left paw out of her pants – that one was more than damp – her squirming, clenching movements redoubled. She was down to her absolute limits; disaster was imminent.

    Acutally buckling her jeans proved impossible. Her normally flat belly was sticking out in a curve that reached all the way to her navel and across her hips. The sheer size of her bladder surprised me, the hardness of it that I could easily feel beneath her fur shocked me. It did not feel like a springy ballon, it was an unyielding rocky surface just beneath hear skin that made it absolutely clear that there was no more space to be had there. It was as if she had a small watermelon inside her body, one that actively wanted out and wasn't going to wait.

    I settled for pulling up the zipper a bit, but even that was met with a cry of anguish as I applied the tiniest pressure to her bladder. As soon as I finished my maniplations, her left paw shot straight to her crotch. Pressure through the pants was a meager substitute, but she needed all she could have. We made our way towards the toilets in an awkward, bent waddle, accompanied by whimpers of pain and frequent stops as Monica had to concentrate on fighting another spasm. I couldn't be sure in the darkness, but I thought there was a dark patch growing in the crotch of her jeans, I urged her to go faster, to get there before any more damage occured.

    We finally got to the door and I yanked the handle – to no result. I pushed, nothing. Then I actually looked at the door, and saw a sign:

    "After 10 p.m., the bathrooms are locked. Keys with the staff."

    I turned to Monica to let her know there'd be just one more little delay, but she'd already grasped the situation: she stared at the door with wide open green eyes, unmoving. And then I felt it: my right paw, holding hers and resting on her thigh, suddenly felt wet. Monica sunk to her knees and I went down with her, hugging her, as her body gave up to its torment and released its burden; streams of wetness spilled out all over her lower body, forming a puddle. It seemed to grow forever as she emptied and emptied, shuddering in release and panting. I could feel the tension flow out of her body alongside the urine as she slumped against me; I struggled to maintain my balance while squatting. Somehow, I managed to get nothing but the soles of my shoes wet.

    I stayed still for a moment after it ended, holding her head to my chest and stroking it. She sobbed a little bit, completely exhausted after her battle.

    I helped her to her feet and stepped back to asses the damage. She was dripping wet form the waist down and even her tail was soaking wet; normally a wide brush, it looked like a rat's. She looked down at herself and a small laugh burst through her tears.

    – "A foot from a bathroom door. Fucking hell. What a mess," she said spreading her arms; drops of urine dripped from her fingers.

    – "Aren't you upset?"

    She looked at me in exasperation and shrugged.

    – "I'm just happy... that it's over."

    ***

    We decided to keep driving through the night and just get home; the accident – and lack of spare clothes – made sleeping in the car an inconcievable rather than just uncomfortable proposition. She sat on a plastic sheed I'd pulled out of the trunk.

    We were both recovering from the excitement of her... adventure, although for me that meant more than she could suspect. Or so I hoped, anyway; she hadn't commented on my obvious reaction to her predicament and I wanted to believe she just hadn't noticed. It was not something I really wanted to explain, especially not since it was all, in the end, my fault. That was another thing she seemed to forget, but no doubt I'd yet hear about it.

    A series of alarm bells rung in my head as time seemed to repeat itself: Monica squirmed in her seat again and her knees rubbed against each other. Did she need to go again? That seemed impossible, but what did I know.

    – "Everything all right?" I asked.

    – "I'm just a bit uncomfortable," she said.

    – "Are you sure? You..."

    – "I'm fine" she said empathically, looking me in the eye.

    She went still, but it didn't take long until she started grinding her butt a little bit.

    – "Look, if you need to pee again, that's fine, I'll stop, better that than..."

    – "I don't need to pee," she cut me off. "Look, I..." She bit her lip. "I haven't sat around in wet underwear since I was six."

    That wild non-sequitur startled me. What'd that have to do with anything?

    – "And it's doing some things I'd never have expected to me," she continued. "It feels... let me just show you," she blurted suddenly and grabbed my right hand.

    I was alarmed to have my hand taken from me while driving, and doubly so when she began to put it down her pants.

    – "What are you..."

    – "Shh. Gently."

    It was wet down there, as expected – but hotter and stickier, too. She pressed her paw down on herself and ground slightly against it. All my progress in calming down my own privates was lost in an instant.

    – "You're getting off on this?"

    – "You've no fucking idea how much," she said, breathless again. "Or maybe you do, don't think I haven't noticed that." Suddenly her left paw was groping my erection through my pants, and seconds later begun working on undoing my belt.

    My mind went blank at the sheer absurdity of the situation, but there was nothing I could do. Even my vague awarness of the risk of horrible death involved in engaging in mutual masturbation on a motorway couldn't make me stop her. I continued to stroke her and she got a good grip on me; the world stopped making sense for a moment. I kept one eye on the road and the other on her, watching her spread out on the seat and enthusiastically hump my right hand, while she used her right to keep it right where she wanted and do wonders to me with her other paw. It didn't take long at all until she gave a shuddering sigh and collapsed, and just the sound of that was enough to make me mess up my shirt.

    ***

    It was four A.M., we were sitting in the shower, and I was rubbing shampoo out of the fur on her back as she sat on my lap.

    – "You know," she said, "I was going to be really mad at you for making me piss myself. But... it didn't turn out that bad in the end."

    She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me as hot water poured over us.

  4. Chapter 4 – Invited to dinner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Natalie gestured to a long table full of businessmen.

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

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

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

    “That’s better.” Said Natalie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Tanya’s flow was interrupted though.

    “Ready to order madam?” Asked the waiter.

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

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

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

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

    “And wine?” asked the waiter.

    “Could you recommend something?” Asked Natalie.

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

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

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

    “Did the waiter startle you?” asked Natalie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    - o - o - o -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Where?" Nat asked.

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

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

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

    "I know, I was there."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Come join us." Said Wanda sensually.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  7. Trunks and Goku stood outside Pan’s quarantined hospital room waiting to be let in- more like waiting for someone who would unlock the door before forcing themselves in. If worse came to worse they could always just take the door off, Trunks thought. The computerized locking mechanism meant nothing to the two boys who could most likely take the door off it’s hinges with ease, as if it were nothing but a paper weight.

     

    “You think she’s going to be okay?” Goku asked breaking the silence between them as he imagined his granddaughter left lying dead in the hallway with all the others.

     

    “It’s Pan we’re talking about.” Trunks said rolling his eyes.

     

    Would she though, he silently wondered. He had never seen something leave so much destruction. Physically Pan was strong, but this was a mental game. At least that’s what they assumed after watching the surveillance video. People had run amok clutching their heads and screaming before Baby ripped out their intestines as he searched for a new target. He hadn’t been aware of Baby’s mental game before, but Baby had usually used their bodies to fight with or move about. Why was he just sitting inside of Pan though?

     

    If Pan was truly possessed by Baby, why wasn’t he using her to attack them? It was like he was just taking his sweet time with her, slowly draining her life force as the two of them were helpless to stop it.

     

    “Vegeta had been possessed by Majin Buu. Did he ever say what it was like?” Goku asked after a minute of silence.

     

    “Not really.” Trunks said thinking back to his childhood. “Although…”

     

    “What?” Goku asked stopping his pacing.

     

    “There was this one weird time after everything had settled down. I was reading a comic book in my room and Dad just stormed in without saying anything, threw a capsule in my room and left.” Trunks said.

     

    “What was in it?” Goku asked.

     

    “That’s the weird part.” Trunks said. “ There was a bunch of my grandpa’s dirty magazines. Mom was so mad at me when she found them in my room, but she wouldn’t believe me that dad had given them to me.”

     

    “Pfft.” Goku said covering his mouth laughing. “How old were you?”

     

    “Only like eight or nine I think.” Trunks said. “I’m wondering now if it had something to do with getting possessed by Majin Buu.”
    “How would that have anything to do with it?”

     

    “What if Baby’s not the only one capable of playing mind games? What if that’s a basic ability by anyone who can possess?” Trunks asked. “It’s a long shot, but it had me thinking: What if Majin Buu got into my dad’s head and he saw something that freaked him out so much, he threw dirty magazines in my room?”

     

    “Y-you mean, Vegeta saw a future where you were gay or something?” Goku asked ready to fall to the floor laughing. “And he threw magazine’s with naked woman at you to try and prevent it?”

     

    “Pretty much” Trunks said with a grin, before getting serious. “What if Pan’s experiencing something similar? Like she’s experiencing her fears?”

     

    “How can we stop it though?” Goku asked before hearing a familiar voice inside his head.

     

    “You can’t stop it. It’s up to Pan at this point. Only she can fight Baby by using his own powers against him. I’m going to try and speak with her, but be aware, no one has ever survived being possessed by him.” King Kai said through his mental link.

     

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    The now small-er girl slowly opened her eyes in the darkening bedroom. What a strange dream she thought, slowly fighting the urge to go back to sleep. Why does this crib have to be so comfy...wait...crib? Pan slowly sat up while letting the tiny blanket fall away from her body as reality came crashing back down. She had been having such a pleasant dream too. She had been dreaming of being back down on earth training with her real grandfather like they used to when she was little.

     

    Pan missed the way Goku had always made everything so fun- from playing sky tag to tri-county catch with Kamahamaha waves before they’d fly off to Italy together for Gelato.. That was the life, she thought glumly. He had even promised her, that when she finally went Super Saiyan for the first time, he would take her to the amusement park Trunks said he had loved as a kid. Uncle Goten sure was pissed when he learned about that, she thought with a weak smile. He didn’t get to spend time with Goku like she had when he was growing up, on account of him being dead and all. I guess the closest thing Uncle Goten had to a father figure, when he was little, was Vegeta, Pan thought as she shuddered a bit imagining that.

     

    Now here she was sitting in a crib barely able to keep her eyes open. The closest thing super and yellow she was going be making anytime soon was a super yellow diaper. She leaned back against the bars of the crib letting herself relax as her body emptied itself into the babyish garment designed with butterflies and flowers. Pan lifted her T-shirt a little out of the way and watched with mild amusement at the once white material slowly becoming discolored and expanding between her legs. At least these weren’t nearly as uncomfortable wet as those other things she had worn were, she realized as it quickly soaked up the puddle she had been sitting in until it felt like she hadn’t even wet herself at all.

     

    These sure would have come in handy last week when they had been wandering through the desert on one of the less...primitive planets. What was worse was the gravity had been so intense there she couldn’t fly like Trunks and Goku could, leaving them forced to make the trek on foot as a group. With no cover in any direction Pan had tried to hold it for as long as she could while the boys just whipped it out whenever they felt like it it had seemed.

     

    The two of them had told her to “just go” while she danced and squirmed until she had finally reached her limit. She hadn’t even had the time to yell at them to look away when she felt the first leak escape when she was forced to yank her shorts down and pop a squat as the dry sand quickly drank it all up. The guys had found it hilarious that she had even bothered to kick sand over her puddle, but not tell them to turn around. She had been forced to listen to them comparing her to a cat all day. By the time they were ready to finally board the ship, Trunks had even asked her if she needed to “use the litter box” before they left.

     

    “Such a dick,” Pan mumbled under her breath. What she wouldn’t give to be back with them now though.

     

    “Can you hear me?” A voice called as she quickly stopped poking at her wet diaper and looked around embarrassed.

     

    “H-hello?” Pan asked after not finding anyone there. “Grandpa?”

     

    “Pan, listen to me. You’re in danger.” The voice said as she realised it was in her head.

     

    “Ya think?” She mumbled sarcastically.”Wait, who is this?”

     

    “You have to enjoy it.” The mysterious voice said. “It’s the only way to fight Baby’s control over you. He grows stronger the more miserable you are. He feeds on your negativity, so you need to turn it against him. You have to feel happy. The more positive and upbeat you are; the stronger you’ll become. You’re running out of time, I can feel your life force fading. Just remember; be happy!” The voice said before it faded out.

     

    “Hello?” Pan called out. “Hello!” But there was no response.

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    First off, thank you guys so much for almost a thousand views. I never thought that this many people would look at my writing. I am so grateful to all of you and hope that you enjoy this chapter. Also sorry for this taking a while. For reasons why, 1. I have been trying to make these stories longer, but it is hard to balance this and my life. 2. I have not really been feeling motivated for a while, but I'm better now. Please enjoy the chapter!! >.<

     

     


    Chapter 4:

     


    Sam crawled into bed that night recounting everything she did to help prevent her from wetting the bed,” Went to the bathroom, check. Haven’t drank any water in the past hour, check.” Sam listed with a little anticipation in her voice. "No," she thought to herself, "I have to think positive."

     

    She laid in bed, her focus slowly slipping from this world and into a dream. Her eyes finally closed, and as they opened again she was standing in a field. Sam eyes opened widely too take in the new surroundings. There was a stream leading into a pond in front of her, that seemed to have not a single fish or other animals. For some reason the large urge to go swimming in the pond came over her.

     

    She quickly ran over to the shore of the pond. She looked down surprised to see she had a swimsuit on. She took her first step into the pond. The waters temperature was nice and warm, like what she would usually fill a bath with. The a sand beneath her feet was soft and molded itself to fit to her footprint. She took a second step, and the water became a little warmer. She continued to take one step at a time until she was almost at neck level. She took one final step and the warm waters once again increased in temperature, but something was wrong this time. The warmness was only on her crotch. She then felt as if something was dragging her from where she stood. She blinked and she was back in her bedroom. It had been a dream, but the warmness was still there.

     

    Sam bolted upwards pushing her back against the headboard of the bed. First her eyes fell onto the clock, it was almost midnight. She then looked down at her crotch. As she worried, the sheets were soaked through. She put her hand under the covers to feel the pajamas. They were still warm from the torrent of urine she had released moments earlier. Then the smell hit her. It was a sickly smell that hit the nose hard, but at the same time it was quite pleasant to her. Realizing what it means now that she had wet the bed again, her emotions overflowed. Tears started falling from her eyes. As she tried to wipe them away, more began to form.

     

    Apparently her cries were loud enough to wake her mom up from her sleep. Without knocking her mom pushed open the door with a concerned look on her face. "It's okay honey," Sam's mom said while comforting her with a hug,"This just shows that I was right about you needing to wear diapers to bed."

     

    All Sam could do for a reply was slowly nod her head. It felt as if her throat had collapsed. She tried to say something to her mom, but it was lost in the waves of tears. Her mom held her there like that for what felt like hours, but then she suddenly pulled herself out of her daughter's tight embrace.

     

    "Now that we know that you need them," she said,"Let's put a diaper on you tonight just to make sure you, and your sheets are safe." she added trying to lighten the mood,"Can you please stand up and get out of those pajamas?"

     

    Sam got up as she was told to, and began to strip. Usually she would protest about being naked in front of her mother, as most teenagers would, but she didn't have any energy in her body to do anything besides what her mom told her to do. Sam finished taking off the sodden clothing and then looked towards her mother. She had just come back from her room holding a diaper and powder.

     

    "Before I put this on you, I ran a bath so could you go wash yourself off?"

     

    Sam followed her mothers directions and headed to the bath. As she sunk herself into the warm water, she remembered that the dream had been the same way. For a moment or so Sam pondered what to do about her new problem. If anyone somehow found out she had to wear diapers to bed her social life would be ruined, not that she had much of one to begin with. Even just thinking about something made Sam feel tired, so she laid her head back, closed her eyes, and tried to relax.

     

    Her mom then called from her room to dry herself off and come to her. Sam stood in the bath and carefully stepped out, not wanting to slip on the wet acrylic. Arriving into her room Sam could see that the diaper was laid out on a mat of sorts for her to get changed on. Her mom patted the mat signalling for her to lay down on it. Sam awkwardly laid down onto the diaper. It had a surprisingly soft feel to it. Her mom then, like a pro, powdered and diapered her snugly.

     

    "Done," she exclaimed,"now go put on a new pair of pajamas."

     

    Sam was about to ask where she would sleep, but then realized that her mother had already laid out a sleeping bag for her. Sam got dressed, noticing how tight the pajama bottoms were with unfamiliar bulge of a diaper. She then tucked herself into the sleeping bag ready to go back to sleep.

     

    Her mom came up and pushed Sam's hair out of the way and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight," she said lovingly.

     

    "Night," Sam replied sleepily.

     

    Sam's mom flicked the lights off and left the small room, closing the door behind her. Sam then began to slowly drift back to sleep, trying not to think about the fact that she thought the diaper was comfortable.

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    Kasumi had been waiting to see this new horror movie since she first heard of it, and was especially happy tonight because it was pay day and she had enough money to buy food from the theatre instead of having to sneak it in from the 99 cent store. Upon entering the theatre and looking over the concession stand's wares, she settled on a large bag of popcorn and an extra large drink- both of them got free refills, so she figured it would be worth the steep price. She bought her refreshments, took a sip of her cola, walked to her theatre, and settled into a seat in the centre of the middle row, where the view and sound were best (or so she thought). The previews were still rolling, but she liked to watch them because she always wanted to know when the next great movie was going to come out. She ate a handful of popcorn and took another gulp of soda.

    The movie had been doing a great job of building suspension, and Kasumi was hooked. Her mind raced as she absently ate more popcorn from her already half-empty bag and drank her cola. It was a little more than halfway through the movie when Kasumi felt that familiar heaviness in her stomach- she had to go, but the movie was really getting good, so she just crossed her legs and shifted somewhat uncomfortably in her seat. The popcorn was making her thirsty, so she drank more soda, crossing her fingers and hoping she could just hold out going to the restroom until the end of the movie. About fifteen minutes passed, and she really, really had to go, but if she got up now, she would probably miss a crucial plot point or good scare!

    Kasumi was having trouble focusing on the movie now, crossing her legs over and over, sticking her hands against her crotch, squeezing her thighs together, and starting to feel desperate. She huffed. "I really need to go, but the movie is so good! I don't want to miss anything!" she thought, almost on the verge of tears. Her bladder couldn't take much more, and she was already starting to feel like she would wet herself any minute. It seemed like the movie was near the end, though, so she figured she'd be fine just as long as there weren't any more-

    *CRASH, SCREAMING*

    Kasumi jumped back and shrieked in terror, her bladder emptying suddenly and completely all over her panties, skirt, and the fabric theatre seat. The bottom of her thighs were warm and wet, and her pee was running down her calves and making a mess of her shoes, socks, and the carpet. Her eyes got misty and her face turned beet red as she realized what she had just done in the middle of a full theatre! If she got up, someone behind her would see how wet her bottom was, and if she tried to exit the aisle, she would end up dripping on someone's belongings. She was absolutely horrified and started to cry quietly. She decided to wait until everyone left to leave herself, forgetting that the janitor came in right after the seats were mostly empty. He saw her sitting in her seat, crying, and walked over to offer her some comfort.

    "Are you okay there, miss? Need any help?" he asked, concerned. She nodded her head. "I-I just... h-had too much soda, and there w-was a jump scare, a-and I..." she whimpered between sobs. "Aww, that's alright. It's not as unusual as you think it is, and an accident is nothing to be ashamed of." he responded gently. "Here, I have some paper towels in my cart and a spare pair of pants in my locker. Follow me and I'll help you get cleaned up, alright?"

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    It was a busy and exciting night in LA. Taylor was getting ready to perform at an arena in this busy metropolis. Boarding the plane, she was greeted by everyone in her business. The waiter on the plane had prepared her a nice homemade lasagna along with a large glass of cold water. After dinner, Taylor asked for another glass of water to calm her nerves.

    Leaving the plane and heading to the arena, Taylor was ready to give another awesome show. Entering the dressing room, she donned her typical tight fitting blouse and skintight leather shorts. Leaving the dressing room, she made sure to finish the gourmet chocolates and nice glass of fine wine the owner left her. She was feeling invincible and ready to conquer the city, forgetting the fact she had over half a gallon of liquids right before the show.

    Opening the show as she normally would, the crowd roared as Taylor revealed her presence to them. Sounding great and looking scorchingly hot in her blouse and shorts practically glued to herself. Everyone in the crowd was just in a frenzy and they were loving it as much as she was.

    However, as soon as the first song ended, and the audience clapped, the vast amount of liquids Taylor had started to make their way to her bladder, causing a slight discomfort. Taylor thought to herself "I can make it through the rest of the show. It's not bad at all. It would be unprofessional to take a piss while I'm doing the show." So she continued the show, singing as the fans jeered with excitement, ignoring her bladder. Soon after the first six songs she thought "Holy shit! I shouldn't have had all that to drink! I hope I can make it through the rest of the show!"

    Growing even more desperate, and her tight clothing only adding even more pressure to her ever-filling bladder, Taylor was dying for a piss but couldn't let the audience know it. She crossed her legs and went and hid behind the mic so nobody could see her hold her crotch. She thought to herself "Fuuuuuuck. They probably know I'm really fixing for a piss." She unbuttons the button to her shorts so she can have a hope of surviving the next dance. She barely makes it, just crossing her legs and bouncing in sheet agony.

    In this next part of the show, she gets to sit down and tales her seat in the chair. Her bladder by now is so full and is about to explode and she just tells the story behind the next song trying not to think about the impending waterfall. She looked so hot in her super tight clothes, hair in a ponytail, as she was fidgeting but very few seemed to even notice. Then, something happened. While sitting and singing, a splatter of hot piss made a quarter sized spot on her red panties.

    "Shit! I'm not gonna make it, am I?" She thought but acted as if nothing happened. She had to stay sitting, otherwise her bladder would burst from the additional pressure of getting up. So, she continues to sing at that chair. She was sweating from the excruciating LA heat, and thirsty, but she was also about to piss herself. She has another water to stay alive in the 110 degree weather, however.

    That water made it worse. She was utterly squirming in her chair trying to focus but the pressure was too great. She was crossing her absolutely sexy legs like it was nobody's business, squirming like crazy in that chair, had her hand firmly between her legs but nobody seemed to realize her pain.

    She tried to make it to the last song, but right then it happened. She thought "dammit! Here it comes! Shit! I almost made it too! That hot piss trapped in her bladder for too long made its way out of her into her panties which were completely soaked, and then reflected on her hot shorts so everyone could see, then her piss trickled down her flawless legs. She kept on. She felt kinda embarrassed, but so much better: sweet, sweet relief was written all over her face and she just didn't hesitate to let out the rest of her captive piss which made its way down her long legs onto the stage. She let out a massive sigh of relief because she never felt better. She finished the last song without the burden as she now had a completely empty bladder and left and got cleaned up on the plane.

  9. (A.N: Before the chapter starts I want to thank Justice for revising the chapter for me. I hope you enjoy the chapter and please leave suggestions below.)

     

    Chapter 1

     


    Naomi quickly approached the market. She ignored all the brightly polished knives, swords, and axes. She took a sharp right and went into the local blacksmith. Even though there were many shops for weapons and armor they were all imported. If Naomi learned anything over her eight years of preparing for this day, it was that locally made armor was best for beginners; it was cheaper and reliable.

     


    Naomi barged through the entrance, almost knocking over an employee. She hastefully blurted out an apology and ran to the front counter.

     


    “Hey Kiddo!” said Issac. He is the blacksmith of the shop, Naomi had known him her entire life. He even gave her lessons in enemies she would encounter in the dungeons. He had once been an adventurer and had also taught her basic swordplay.

     


    “I’m no longer a kid Issac!” replied Naomi. She was already looking around the shop for equipment that she would need. She ran a checklist in her head, “Weapon, armor, and…….oh what was the last one.” She racked her brain for a moment but decided that if she forgot about it that it wasn’t of much importance.

     


    Naomi, after an hour or so of looking, decided on a basic breastplate, and some armor for her legs and arms, but she couldn’t find a weapon that she felt would work with her style. She had probably walked around the shop a hundred times by the time she gave up and grabbed a small dagger. She swung it in the empty space in front of her and decided that it would work for now.

     


    She thanked Issac and paid for the gear. She then hurried off to the entrance to the dungeons, weighed down a bit by the unfamiliar weight the armor gave her... even though it was only light armor. She boarded an elevator crowded by other eager adventurers. She wondered how the elevators worked and remembered a class she had a few weeks ago. They learned that crystals harnessing magic were used for energy and that the energy from the crystals was taken through adapters. She looked around and saw a crystal contained in a glass box.

     


    By the time she stopped thinking about the crystal she had reached the entrance of the dungeon. Dungeons could be above or below ground, and this one just so happened to be below ground. She stepped off the elevator and was immediately caught in the flow of people moving towards the exit of the safe zone. She fought her way through the human current and started to sprint ahead to get to the monsters first.

     


    She came across many split paths, and without remembering which she took, chose at random. Eventually, after many twists and turns, she came to her first enemy. At first glance one could mistake it for a human, but Naomi knew she was the only human out this far. The creature quickly turned around and lunged at her. It swung its sword downwards to strike her, but Naomi quickly drew her dagger and countered the attack. Although her dagger had a short length, it was light and allowed her to have quick movements. She jumped back to asses the monster. It was reptilian like in a way. It had scales but still had the overall shape of an average human. She recognized the creature as a goblin and planned her next attack accordingly. She remembered the countless books she had read stating that goblins had a strong attack but their defence was weak. She also remembered that their weak point was at their torso.

     


    Naomi sprung forward and the goblin followed suit. Their blades clashed and Naomi withdrew her blade from the goblin’s sword as if she was withdrawing again. Quickly she flipped her grip on her weapon and stabbed forwards. The goblin had lowered its defenses expecting her to pull back, but by the time it realised what she was doing, it was too late. The knife had plunged into its torso.

     


    Naomi stepped back, leaving her knife still in the enemy. Blood began to spew from the wound covering her in a coat of blood. It suddenly burst into white smoke, leaving behind her knife and a small crystal. She slowly walked over and grabbed the knife first. Her hands quickly put the knife back into its scabbard. She then bent down and picked up the crystal, turning it over in her hands. Her mind went back to something she read in a book.

     


    “After killing a monster, it will drop a crystal. The amount and/or size will depend on the monster's strength/level.” the crystal in her hand was quite small, so she figured that goblin was low level, “These crystals can be traded in for xera at safe zones. The crystals are then used for energy.”
    Naomi put the crystal into a small pouch on her belt and continued into the dungeon.

     


    She walked for about 20 minutes before coming across her next monster, and it was a singular wolf. She remembered from her reading, that these enemies usually came in packs of 10 or more. She quietly crept over to where the wolf was. She drew her knife and stood over the wolf ready to strike, but instead of striking, she almost puked.

     


    From afar it looked as if the wolf was just standing still. But in reality it was hunched over its meal. It was eating a fallen explorer. He had a huge chunk of flesh torn away from his throat. “That must have been the wound that killed him,” Naomi thought to herself. As grotesque as the scene was, she couldn’t leave the body there like that.

     


    She composed herself and prepared to stab the wolf. It happened so fast she didn’t know what had taken place. The wolf had heard her and whipped around, knocking Naomi off balance. The wolf had then lunged at her, biting her left arm and puncturing the armor protecting her wrist. Intense pain seared through her, but she couldn't get distracted now. Naomi held her knife in her right hand, so she was able to stab the wolf in the neck, killing it instantly. The wolf disappeared into cloud of white smoke as monsters did when killed.

     


    Naomi immediately began to treat her wound. She reached for her pouch, and then reality hit her in the face. “So…. that’s what I forgot…” she said to herself,”healing crystals.” There were also two other crystal types, health and mana restoration crystals. Blood had already thoroughly soaked the lower end of her sleeve and began to consistently drip onto the stone floor of the cave. “I need to get back to the safe area.” Naomi said. She began to trace her steps back when she realised two problems. One was that she didn’t remember which paths she took, and two, she found the rest of the wolf’s pack, and they were angry about their friend she had killed.

     


    There were about ten in total, all blocking the path in which she entered. Two of the ones in the front lunged at her. She managed to kill the one on the right by running her knife through it as it passed her, but the one on the left managed to make a considerably large wound along her left calf. The pain from the two wounds combined made her too weak to stand. She fell to the floor, silent tears falling from her eyes. “This is...this is how I die.”

     


    Suddenly, Naomi felt a warm trickle begin at her crotch. “Oh great,” She thought to herself,”now I’m wetting myself in fear.” She looked up a bit and saw the blood and the urine begin to mix a bit on the ground. For some reason, she began to feel a little relaxed. Everything seemed to be dimming. The pack of wolves was closing in, and soon she would be like the adventure behind her. A meal for the wolves.

     


    Her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, so she decided to close them. She began to weep to herself curled up into a ball in a puddle of her own blood and urine. Her last moments of consciousness were filled with some girl screaming out to her and the sounds of a blade cutting through flesh. But what did she care, she was as good as dead.

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    Elsa and Anna were waiting by the front door waiting for everyone to arrive, today was the day she was going to tell everyone the big news. It had been 2 years since everything had happened and everything was going well. Soon after everyone arrived, Elsa began to notice a familiar pang in her abdomen, not wanting to be rude to her guests, she decided to push it aside. Once everyone was settled, the servers brought out food and they began to eat. Elsa cleared her throat, and everyone looked her way. "As you all may know, for the past year and a half me and Edward lll have been dating, well we've decided it's time were going to marry." Sounds of applause and 'congrats' filled the room. Soon after the room went back to their food, Elsa, from having drank so much began to notice her bladder filling, and at a rather rapid pace, but not wanting to create a scene or leave her guests, decided to continue to wait. At first, this was not a problem, but soon the psure became unbearable and she felt as if she were to burst any moment, but still refused to go. Elsa was doing her best not to leak, but soon felt a spurt of urine leak into her panties. 'Shit,' She thought urgently, 'don't leak.' She eventually began rocking on her heels to prevent further damage.

    As 4pm rolled around, the guests had cleared out and begun to head home. "Finally," She sighed in relief, she made a mad dash for the bathroom but suddenly, without warning, her bladder relaxed and she was full on wetting herself. 'No, no, no, this cannot be happening,' She thought, tears forming in her eyes. "Elsa are you alright? I thought I heard someth-" her eyes widened in shock to see Elsa sitting in a large puddle and her dress completley soaked. "D-don't look at me," Elsa said as she began sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh Elsa, there's nothing to worry about, it was just an accident, everyone has them, now let's get you all cleaned up." Anna immediatley rushed Elsa to the bathroom and ran a bath for her, then she went to clean up the puddle, and put Elsa's dress in the wash, soon all the evidence of Elsa's accident had been cleared. "Anna?" Elsa said. "Hmm?" Anna replied. "Thank you." Anna smiled. "No problem, that's what sister's are for."

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    It all was because of the damn bus....

    Usually the bus which I take from school back to my neighbourhood would arrive on time. But for some reason or the other, it was late. Not your late by a few minutes late. Like more than n hour late. And that wouldn't have been a worried had my bladder not given the signal that it need to empty itself.

    "D..amn,," I said. Usually I don't swear, not even using mild words like the D word but this was one exception.

    "Did I hear you swear?" My partner and one of the close friends, Jemimah asked. We ere both of the same age but definitely did not look so. Jemmimah was a tall girl, tall at the age of 13, with feminine curves and growing breasts. Many judged her cup size to be nearly B and guessed that she would have a voluptuous size by her mid-teens. I on the other hand was a short, scrawny 13-year old with a flat chest. Many people commented that I could pass as a ten or even right year old, which made me embarrassed.

    "Yeah, I uh need to pee," I replied.

    "Well, surely you can hold. We'll be at my house shortly," she replied. I was heaing over to Jem's place to work on our English project. Mum also wanted me to stay there to until she could pick me up--for some strange reason, my mother didn't trust me to be home alone, even if I was already a teen.

    I didn't reply to Jem and crossed and uncrossed my legs, hoping that I could really hold it. It was probably the vast amounts of Coca-colaa I had across snack and lunch time. Oh darn it, where's the freakin' bus?

    The rickety old bus arrived as I dashed up immediately, almost forgetting to flash my ID until the driver reminded me. The ride went smooth until a red light halted the vehicle. My bladder again gave a signal and I squeezed my nylon-clad legs together again.

    "Oh gosh, Lauren, you're not a kid. Hold it," Jem commented. I didn't reply again as I squeezed my legs tighter, hoping that I could really hold myself till we got to her place. Darn it, move bus, move!

    Finally, we reached our stop and I scooted out of the bus. Jem's house was at the top of a hill which meant another eight to ten minutes of walking. I started to pick up my pace and then after a few house, stopped.

    "What's wrong?"

    "I don't think I can hold it,.."

    Jem shook her head. "Bloody hell, you're not a baby! Come on, another few more houses and we're there!"

    I moved again then pass another side road I bent and felt a warm dampness between my legs. "Oh my gosh, are you peeing?!"

    "I...I..." I turned bright red as pee continued to soak my underwear and travel down my tights.

    "Come on, we've got to get to my house." She yanked my arm and half dragged me up the hill, A few minutes later, we were inside her bungalow. Just as I kicked off my flat heeled shoes I felt the dampness between my legs again and stopped.

    "Quick! Up to my room!" She again dragged me up the stairs, but not before pee another trickled down my legs and onto the floor! "Bloody hell Lauren!" She screamed.

    "I'm so sorry..."

    "The bathroom is over there and use the spare towel. I'll clean up." Nodding and giving her a "I'm sorry" looking, I did so. I just couldn't believe it, me a thirteen year old wetting myself! And in another person's home!

    After a grateful shower, I dried off and head into her bedroom. "Jem, I'm so so sorry. That was so stupid of me and I'm so ashamed."

    "Well, I guess it can happen," she said, crossing over to give me a hug, I started to feel a bit better.

    "You skirt, knickers and tights are in my washing machine. Should be ready after an hour or so. Here's the rest of your uniform," she pointed.

    Nodding, I buttoned my blouse (I told you I had no boobs yet) and donned the blazer. Turning to my friend, I remarked, "Uh, can I borrow underwear and shorts or something?"

    Jem began to cross over to her drawers then stopped. "Uh, I don't think that's possible."

    "Why not?"

    "Well, look at me and look at yourself." I then realised what she meant. We were so different in height a build. There was no way I could fit into her undies, let alone any of her clothes.

    "But...I can't just stay around semi-naked!"

    "Well, you're lucky I'm a girl as well. Still..." she paused then continued. "I've got an idea. Be right back." Five minutes later, she was back with some sort of package under her right arm and carrying a rather large bag with her left hand. Settling the bag down, she remarked, "I'm sure these are your size."

    It was then I saw the picture on package. "Are those diapers?"

    "If you want to use the American term yeah they are nappies. You know my mum's a nurse and my father's a doctor? My cousin is a special needs person and often visits us. She needs to wear these."

    "Wait, wait, are you suggesting I wear a nappy?!"

    "Well, as you said, you don't want to stay semi-naked right? And I don't think you and I want another accidental wetting."

    I started to back away. "No...no way I'm gonna put them on."

    "Lauren Bebbington, you will or you walk back home with nothing on you!"

    I wasn't really the type of person to defend myself in arguments. "Ok, but this stay between us. No one knows ok?"

    "Yeah, now," she tossed the package over to me. "Get them on. I don't want to see your crotch anymore."

    I extracted one of the nappies out of the open package and unwrapped it. It looked alot like a baby's nappy, except much larger and somehow, it did look like my underwear, except cut open.

    "Uh..."

    "You don't know how to put it on?"

    "Well no, it's not a pull on knickers..."

    "Get up from the bed," she said, with a commanding tone. I did so and reaching into the bag, she extracted and unfolded a sort of mat and laid it on her bed. It look exactly like a changing mat, except bigger.

    "Wait, are you going to nappy me?!" I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

    "Hurry up and lie own on it. We've got to finish the project for Mrs Granger." I did so, turning red in the face again. I heard her rumaged through the bag and then extract out something. From my horizontal position, I saw her squeeze something on her hands and then ow!!

    "Yikes!" I felt the cold sting around my groin and private part.

    "This is called Destin. It's cream to prevent any rash from the urine. Espeially given your accident just now." But I just bathed I thought.

    "No powder?" I murmured from my position.

    "Not that my mother taught me," she continued, and I felt another cold sting.

    "Roll over," she commanded again. I felt the nappy positioned around my crotch. Next the sound of adhesive was heard as the dreaded device was secured around me. "All done."

    I got up and felt like I was transported into another dimension. Moving around slowly, I realised how thick the nappy really was and I was waddling more than walking, Plus there was that sound. "Do you hear that?"

    "Most nappies crinkle," she commented, gathering up the stuff.

    "It feels really weird."

    "Well Lauren, you were the one who wet yourself like a child. Plus as you said, you dont want to stay around naked. Now, let's get on with the project."

    We did so as I sat with a thick bum. Time flew by and we easily completed most of the project. Then, i felt my bladder signal again.

    "Urm, can we pause? Need to use the loo," I said.

    "Don't you realise what you have on?"

    "Huh?...wait you want me to pee in the nappy?"

    "Well, that's what they are for. But wait, let's still go to the toilet. Just in case, it leaks through onto the floor." I did so and then my bladder couldn't hold any longer. I couldn't believe it as the nappy swelled, catching my yellow urine. I was certainly turning red.

    "Well that's a huge piss. Don't think you should sit around in that," Jem said.

    "You mean to get changed?"

    "Of course. "

    "I think my clothes should be ready," I countered. Let me out of this.

    "No, into a nappy. Your clothes need to dry off." Oh shit.

    Back into her room, I was place flat down on the large changing mat and the soggy nappy removed. "Ow, ow, ow," I said, as she wiped my privates and even bum with wipes. Then another sting with the Dermatological cream and within minutes, I was in a fresh nappy.

    "I'll put your clothes in the dryer and then we'll finish up."

    While she was gone, I looked down at the babyish underwear. Despite the crinkling, I slowly realised I wasn't really waddling around as I walked. Perhaps it was a good safety after all, but I couldn't imagine myself wearing nappies in public just to prevent accidents. That wetting just now was an exception, I told myself. But wearing this, well, it feels kinda cool.

    Jem returned and we quickly finished off our work. "Well, we've still got time to kill, your mum's not coming until five."

    "When will my clothes be ready?"

    "Another oh hour or less. But frankly you do fit into that nappy perfectly. And look cute."

    "I'm not a baby...." i didn't want to tell her what I thought of it truthfully.

    "Well, 13 year olds dont wet themselves in public." I turned red again. "Seriously, you should go to a doctor to get checked out."

    "Then my mother will have to know..."

    "Yeah well. What do you want to do? Watch TV? Snack?"

    "Snack," I replied, realising I haven't eaten since lunch. Soon we were both snacking on tortilla chips and dips, cookies and soft drinks. As I drained my cup of soda, she let out a giggle. "What?"

    "I bet you'll need to pee again."

    "I won't." I never told her how much soda I drank before the darn bus ride though.

    "Bet so."

    "So not."

    Well, she was right in the end and nature did call once again. And yes, the nappy was quite full. "Man, maybe you really ought to see a doctor," she comment as she untapped the nappy and stung me again with the wipes and cream. Maybe, I thought.

    I stayed and did pee a bit in the third nappy before she brought my clothes up. As I pulled up my own clean knickers, I again felt I was transported back to a new dimension. Just as I adjusted my uniform, the doorbell rang and it was my mother.

    "How was your day?" she asked.

    "Oh, just the usual," I replied, waving goodbye to Jemimah. Maybe I'll come back again, I thought. For the nappies.

    The End.

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    Last night me and the boyfriend went camping, we've recently bought a new tent and were eager to try it out. Particularly because there was due to be a storm and torrential rain, what better conditions to test a tent! After a lovely day wondering around the woods we pitched the tent and settled in for the night, a few hours later the thunder and lightning started. We lay snuggled in our sleeping bags watching the flashes light up the darkness inside the tent and counting the seconds before the thunder hit, recalling stories of our childhood thunder experiences.

    I had needed a wee for some hours but was a little reluctant to go outside in the bushes...So I waited, and waited, and waited until I really did need to go, I sat up and unzipped my sleeping bag "Where are you going?" the boyfriend asked, "I'm dying for a wee, I'm gonna have to brave it!" I replied, "Erm, I don't think so! We're in an open field with no cover and in the middle of a lightning storm! You'll have to wait until it's over" he replied. "I'm not sure I can, I really need to go I've been holding it for hours!" I explained. "Okay, just give it half an hour and see if it eases a little as it really is bad right now" he ordered, I agreed, to be honest although I love storms I didn't really fancy squatting down for a wee in the middle of one, I could wait another half hour or so but hoped it would clear up as I wasn't sure I could make it much longer than that.

    I lay back down and zipped up my sleeping bag, I ran my hands down my body and felt my hard and swollen bladder, carefully massaging the bottom of it to try and relieve the discomfort from the pressure. It helped a little but I was really bursting and couldn't help fidgeting, I rolled over onto my side and placed my right arm over the boyfriends chest, he hugged me close and I placed my head on his shoulder and once again enjoyed the flashes and bangs of the storm. I was exhausted and could feel my eyes were heavy, however the discomfort in my bladder was sure to keep me awake so I waited patiently for a gap in the storm to be able to relieve myself.

    I rolled forward a little so that my leg was draped over his, meaning my bladder was sort of suspended in the void between us, it felt a little better and relieved a tiny bit of pressure. "You really can't keep that leg still can you!" my boyfriend chuckled, "Huh?" I enquired, "That leg, your foot has been tapping non-stop since you placed it over me!" I hadn't even realised, I tried to stop it but felt so desperate without the gentle movement so it soon crept back. "I've really got to go soon!" I said as a huge cramping pain tore through my bladder, I pulled my knee up and clenched my fist, grabbing a handful of his sleeping bag as I did so. "Okay, not long now, it sounds like the thunder is easing a little" he comforted, "Good, otherwise we'll be testing how waterproof the tent is from the inside!" I laughed.

    I rolled back onto my back and lifted my knees up, I gently placed both hands at the very base of my bladder and rubbed carefully in a circular motion, it hurt at first but after a couple of minutes it seemed to ease the pain slightly. As long as I stayed quite still it was relatively comfortable, my boyfriend pressed the button on his watch to check the time "Blimey it's 1:30am!" he exclaimed, "No wonder I feel so tired" I replied, "I really am gonna have to go for a wee soon honey, it's hurting!" I added, before he had chance to say anything a huge flash of lightning lit up the tent followed almost immediately by a huge rumble of thunder, it made us both jump! I scissored my knees apart and back together as I fought the urge to pee, "I can't hold it much longer, honestly that almost made me wet myself!" I gasped. "Okay, not long now, let's hope this is its big finish!" he laughed as another flash of lightning illuminated the tent and thunder ripped across the sky.

    I lay as still as I could manage but couldn't help but wriggle around and feel uncomfortable, I must have let out little moans, groans and gasps as he kept asking if I was okay "Mmmmm hmmm" came my response, through gritted teeth. I was so tired my eyes were stinging so I closed them and watched the flashes through my eyelids, I could hear the gap between the lightning and the thunder getting longer and longer and focussed on holding on until the thunder quietened to a gentle ripple.

    I woke in absolute desperation, I immediately rolled onto my side and curled up pulling my knees in to ease the pain, it only added to the pressure so I straightened them again, nope that was painful too, oh my God I was going to wet myself! I fumbled with the zip of my sleeping bag, frantically trying to free myself whilst at the same time clenching everything so tightly that it hurt terribly. I couldn't undo the zip, I was panicking, it was dark and I just couldn't seem to work it down... Instead I started to wriggle it down my legs, as soon as I could manage it I clamped a hand between my legs and pressed as hard as I could "Oh my God I'm gonna wee myself!" I whispered, not really wanting to wake the boyfriend but frantic with desperation all the same.

    I moved onto my knees and carefully shuffled to the tent opening, I doubled over as a wave of agonising desperation tore through my abdomen, I winced as every fibre of my bladder contracted and pushed as hard as it could to try and gain some relief, I squeezed as hard as I could manage to try and hold back but it was almost impossible. Again I fumbled with the zip, I remembered that we had padlocked the two zips together, why I don't know, to prevent intruders possibly?! I fumbled around for the keys, I had no idea what I was looking for or where to look, I doubled over again in pain, on all fours but with one hand still firmly planted in my crotch holding back the flood that so was trying to desperately to come. The pain was immense and despite my best efforts I couldn't help but be frantic and panic!

    I grabbed my phone, as I struggled to press the buttons to use it as a makeshift torch I glanced at the time 3:45am, over 2 whole hours since I was bursting at 1:30am, no wonder this hurt so bad! I grabbed the boyfriend’s leg and shook him "Oh my God what's happening are you okay?" he blurted in tired confusion, "I have to pee so bad I can't hold it where did you put the keys to the padlock!?" I yelled frantically, it took him a second to focus and figure out what was going on, with the flashlight of my phone blinding him it was a lot to take in "Quickly, I can't hold it!" I yelled as I felt my hand begin to fill with pee, "Erm, okay, right, one second, I'm sure I...", "Oh my God quickly!! Honestly I'm wetting myself!" I yelled again "Stop yelling at me and let me think!" he yelled back, I was on my knees with both hands in my crotch, one pressing on my pee hole and the other pressing it in even further but it was still coming out, I had cupped some of the flow in my hand but I couldn't hold much more in my tiny hands. I bounced a little and clamped everything shut, normally when this desperate I would stand up and pee dance but in the tiny tent there was no room.

    "Honestly babe I'm wetting myself, please hurry!" I reminded him, "I know, I know, I'm trying, Ahh here they are!" he said holding up the keys triumphantly... "QUICKLY!" I gasped as more escaped into my hand, I placed one hand under my bum to try and stop myself from wetting my sleeping bag, he fumbled with the lock in his nervousness and tiredness, finally the lock came free and he quickly unzipped the door, I was crawling through the gap before he had even finished. I didn't bother to move, run, look for shelter or anything, I simply sat back into a kneeling position and peed, I could feel the warm pee running out of me like a hot tap, soaking my calves and turning the cold wet mud briefly into warm wet mud. I leant forward and placed my hands inside the tent so I was on all fours, "Ohh God I needed that!" I gasped, "I gathered that, my heart is thumping with adrenaline!" he said, I could just make out his face in the early morning light. "I thought I was going to burst, I needed it so bad I really just couldn't hold it!" I replied, he leant forward and kissed me.

    I crawled back to the tent and sat on the liner outside, I wriggled out of my pyjama bottoms and kicked them to one side, I wiped my legs and muddy feet and hands with a wet wipe and fell back into the tent. The sun was almost up by now and the most beautiful orange glow had covered the field, with the front of the tent open we had a beautiful view of the sunrise and lay there cuddling as it filled the sky with beautiful light. I sat forward and poked my head out of the door of the tent and looked around... "Babe, there are some bushes RIGHT here next to the tent!" I exclaimed, "Yeah I know" he replied, "I could have gone for a wee in those, they're about 5 metres away! I could easily have run for it between lightning strikes!" I complained, "Yeah, I know you could have... But where's the fun in that?!" he smiled. I didn't know whether to kill him, or fall in love with him all over again!

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    ( these characters are anthro and around the age of fifteen.)

    ( Mia is a wolf and so is justin.)

    (I'll let you imagine what they look like :D )

    Mia was just sitting around playing video games with her boyfriend justin. She had a small urge to pee that bothered her, but she tried to ignore it. She slowly got more desperate to go but still tried to ignore it. She felt a pain in her bladder and held her crotch while almost in tears. Justin saw and understood what was going on and asked her if she wanted him to carry her to he bathroom. She said that she didn't think she could make it. Justin told her she needed to try. He picked her up and tried to run to the bathroom. He tripped and they both fell to the ground. Mia felt her peeing. Justin understood they had no time so he took off her pants and panties.

    Immediately she started peeing. She was wet from sitting on her own urine and was crying. Justin came up to her and said. "It's ok accidents happen, I'll get you cleaned up."

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

     

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

     

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

     

    The End

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    The hallways where clearing out as I stood at my locker, shifting from foot to foot as I put my books away. It really wasn’t a good idea to drink that entire thermos of coffee in the first two periods and drink that bottle of iced tea in the last two. I didn’t have to go that much at lunch, and the line for the bathrooms were to long to wait for, so like a dumbass, I held it. Mrs. Baker wouldn’t let me go during third period (bitch) and the bathrooms were being cleaned all through fourth. So by now, I’m practically desperate for relief.

    “Gotta go..” I whisper softly to myself after putting the last textbook in my locker. I quickly shut it and make an urgent dash for the bathrooms, feeling all the pee inside me. I have to go.

    But out of nowhere, freaking Mrs. Baker stops me right in my tracks. “Miss Valentine. Where do you think you’re going?” What does she mean where am I going? It’s the end of the day on a Friday. I’m going to go to the bathroom, go home, and start my weekend. “H-home.” I stutter a bit. “It is the end of the day.” By now I’m crossing my legs, trying not to look as desperate as I am. “Oh, I don’t think so young lady. You have Friday detention for me, remember?”. I remembered now…I had was late to her class and I had fallen asleep all in the same period. Obviously I was upset, but I always somehow get detention, so it wasn’t a big deal for me. The big deal was I had to pee. “Al-alright…I’ll go, just let me go to the bathroom first, please?”, I bent down a little, showing her I had to go. Mrs. Baker hated me, but maybe if I used some manners around her and showed her I had to go, she’d let me. Buut…that didn’t work. “I don’t trust you Miss Valentine. I’ll escort you down there myself.”, she said grabbing my wrist and nearly dragging me down in the opposite direction I was going. I could see the girl’s restroom sign getting smaller and smaller. I swallowed hard with fear and my bladder started to ache with protest.

  10. To Jenny's dismay, the ladies toilets were closed for cleaning. There was only one option. She sprinted to the men's toilets but two of the stalls were gross, one was closed and one of them were being used. By Jake. Jake, having just blown his load into toilet paper, peeked into the gap in the toilet stall door and saw Jenny. Jenny had no option but to squat over the urinal. She quickly lifted up her skirt and barely got her panties down before hot pee shot out of her. Just when she thought the pee stream was over, another shot out. She rubbed and stroked her pussy. "Oh... It feels so good.. I-I can't stop it.." She gasped. After she was done, she cleaned herself up and fingered herself until she came into her panties. She stroked her silky smooth pussy. "Ohh.. This just won't do... I guess I'll just have to go commando." She tossed her panties into the corner of the bathroom. "I wonder which lucky man will get these for free." She said with a smile and left. Needless to say, Jake got another boner and took the panties.

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    "Sigh" nena knew what was going to happen. She did not fight it she just let it out. Three years ago, when she started high school, she has lost all bladder control. No one could explain it... well manly due to her trying to hide it. She tried to fix it but soon gave up and starred to where a diaper. She became a teen age baby, but she was ok with that. So she stood there and peed her diaper. "Hehe I guess I should chang" she said. She went to her cupboard and saw she had only to left. "Wow I guess I need to go get some more" so she decided to go to wall-mart, but this was not going to be a normal trip

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