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  1. Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean
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  2. I received such nice comments on my other story, I decided to try my hand at another. =) Also, I just sold the car (the co-star of this story) a few weeks ago. She was my first, and I loved her. Baja, baby, this is for you! [Everyone else, feel free to judge me. ] Again, I'll start with a little background. If you prefer to skip straight to the desperation, scroll down to the ALL CAPS HINTING! The first semester of my senior year of high school was a busy one. Anyone who's read my last story may have guessed by now I'm something of an academic. Not necessarily by choice--I've never been a good student, by any stretch of the imagination. I just happen to be passably smart and have super-driven-immigrant-turned-doctor parents. Any first generation American students will probably understand this. The point is I spent a lot of time working school stuff, both during, and after school hours. This included a number of extra curricular activities, in particular dance, acting, and singing. I was in basic choir all four years of high school, and competition choir for the last three years. Since the latter counted as an extra school course, I was behind on some of my classes when it came time for graduation, and had to take a practical course (computer, in this case) at the local community college. I was pretty 'eh' on the whole matter. Part of me said, 'Whatever, it's a computer class. I'll be learning how to use the internet to search for chicken pot pie recipes.' Another part of me said, 'It's my senior year, and I'm spending my nights (after choir practice, and before theater rehearsals) in a chilly classroom full of middle age men who don't know what flash drives are.' In any case, I sucked it up (or was forced to), and made the trip out. The class was...well, we spent the first day learning how to safely turn on a computer. Completely understandable for a generation who had missed out on that, but I was born in '89. I grew up on the internet, so I spent the majority of my class time playing forum roleplays. The second night I was there, the older gentleman (early 60s, maybe) seated next to me started asking questions. I couldn't just not tell him how to turn on his monitor, but it seemed that small instruction opened the flood gates, and suddenly we were the best of friends. This was back in my cripplingly shy days, so the fact that I was chatting in such a...friendly manner with a man who could have been my grandfather was strange for me. It was made stranger still by the fact that when I left that evening, he offered me a ride home. Now, it's entirely possible he was just being sincere, but some of his gestures had been just a little too friendly, so I politely declined and quickly headed toward my car. And that's how things went for some time--class would finish, and I would hightail it out of there to avoid talking to him. In the class of about 40 people, I was, at seventeen, easily the youngest by at least ten years, so there wasn't a whole lot to be done for it. A few weeks before Christmas, I started chugging coffee and other caffeinated drinks with an unhealthy fervor. Finals were approaching, as well as a Christmas concert, and Christmas dance recital, a Christmas musical, and a performance for a piano class. In addition to the holiday and its festivities, both my brother and I were trying to incorporate birthday plans (he was to turn 15 on the 15th of December; I was turning 18 on the 24th), while also balancing school things. I've always been a multitasker, but I'd taken to coffee just to keep on my toes. This particular evening, I was coming from a dance rehearsal, meaning I had a half hour commute, which was plenty of time to chug a 30oz iced coffee on an empty stomach. The water bottle I saved for class, when I knew the caffeine would have me feeling thirsty. DESPERATION STARTS HERE! Having gone straight from school to dance, and back to class, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since lunch time that day; the computer class started around 8pm, but I wasn't too worried, since aside from the coffee, I hadn't had anything but a soda, and some more coffee that morning (I should mention I drank a LOT of coffee back then. Still do. Bad habit for which I feel no shame). I sipped the water bottle throughout the two hour class, without feeling much but a small twinge, which I ignored, because I was already the youngest in the class, and didn't want to make myself any more known by having to leave in the middle of lecture. As class went on, it went from a twinge to a gentle reminder. Sort of a, "Hey, Iz. You should go use the rest room now." I crossed my legs and ignored it. My creepy older friend from before was sitting next to the door, and there was no way I'd be able to get past him without starting a conversation. Besides, I had the feeling that if I tried to stand, I'd end up doing a subtle 'potty dance', and that was the absolute last thing I wanted this guy to witness. Half an hour later, at the end of class, I was jiggling my leg as I packed up my stuff. I hurriedly shut of my computer and headed for the door, determined not to talk to anyone, as I was pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to stand still. It wasn't until I got to the door of the classroom, I realized I had no idea where the bathroom was. 22-year-old Izzy would have just asked. 17-year-old Izzy saw too-friendly guy heading toward her and bolted. It was a twenty minute ride back home where I could relieve myself in peace. I could make it. And relief it would be. I'd finished my water bottle without thinking, and the absurd amount of caffeine I'd taken in that day was wreaking havoc on my bladder. Since I was still at the college, I couldn't very well hold myseld, though now that I was up, it was all I wanted to do. Instead, I hunched over slightly and sort of hobbled to my car, giving Mr. Too-Friendly a strained smile as I passed him and headed toward my car. Sometime in there, my desperation went from 6 to 8. As soon as I sat down, I rammed one hand into my crotch and leaned forward so fast, I almost brained myself on my steering wheel. I seriously considered going back inside, but I was a) too afraid I'd leak if I stood up, and B) mortified at the idea of having to go back into the building just to ask where the bathroom was. I sat and rocked and just sort of squeezed for a few minutes, knowing I couldn't go back inside, knowing I could make it to home if I just found a comfortable position. The pressure was getting a bit painful, and my muscles, yet untrained in this sort of thing (but remembering the ACT torture) were not game to play. I couldn't fold my legs, since I was supposed to be driving, so I kept my hand in my crotch as I started up the car. It was late, and my house was a ways away, but the roads were almost empty at this time of night (10pm, and the college was on the other side of town from my place, between which lay a good deal of undisturbed country road). I could speed and cut my time down to fifteen minutes. As soon as I pulled out an onto the road, though, the control I had managed to regain shattered, and I absolutely knew there was no way I was going to make it home. It was too late to turn back--if I stood, I'd lose it for sure--but I couldn't keep driving either. At this point, my attention was completely on my aching bladder, and I was a new enough driver that it would be dangerous to try and make it. At first, I only thought about wetting. I was seventeen, after all, a senior in high school and way too old for that sort of thing. And what would I tell my parents? My next thought was of heading to a gas station, but the closest one was at least ten minutes away, and as my bladder contracted in protest, I moaned and hunched over, eager to relieve myself as soon as possible. I was just thinking I'd give up and turn around when a car pulled out in front of me. I put my foot on the break instinctively, and managed to avoid collision--but at the cost of jolting my bladder. Between the surprise of the car and the sudden movement, I spurted suddenly into my leggings and shorts (as I'd just come from dance). I froze. No. No. No, this couldn't be happening now. No-- But my bladder had been stretched to its limits, and once my body got a taste of relief, it wanted more. I sat there, clenching, fighting, trying to hold back the flood, but there was no stopping it. It soaked through my clothes at an impossibly fast rate, and even as I tried to hold back, the relief was so amazing, I couldn't help but moan. The other car had pulled away, so I was just sitting there in the middle of the road, a few feet from a stop sign, peeing uncontrollably and moaning in the dark. I forgot about what I'd tell my parents, and what it meant to be seventeen and having an accident, and lost myself in the relief of the moment. By the time I stopped, both me and the carseat were soaked. I just kind of sat there, dumbfounded for a minute, before it occurred to me that I was still on the road, and really should be moving to avoid suspicion. I pulled up to the stop sign, turned on the radio, sighed, and started laughing. The trip back was a much more pleasant experience. Once I got home, I snuck into the garage, found some leather cleaner, and fixed up my car, glad none of it had gotten onto the carpet. Next, I rinsed myself with the hose before going inside to face my mother. This is where the acting part came in. =) "What happened?" she asked, clearly aghast at my soaked appearance from the waist down. I made a face somewhere between shame and pity-me. "I slipped in the mud on the way to my car. The college classrooms all close at ten, and they turned out the lights on me, so I just--" "Aw, poor thing! That's dangerous, they really shouldn't..." She was saying other things, but I knew since I'd triggered maternal instinct (she hated me driving country roads so 'late' at night), I'd be okay. I threw my clothes in the wash, hopped in the shower, and almost immediately started thinking whether it was weird that I'd enjoyed the whole ordeal as much as I had. -FIN-
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  3. GlamourBitch wets her spandex fitness suit. HQ Quality Fitness Spandex Wetting.wmv
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  4. From the album: My Drawings

    NO!!!! LET ME GO!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!
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  5. We are now both stood in the living room in just our underwear dancing and holdinng ourselves desperately trying not to be the first one to leak
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  6. File Name: Wetting mix 1 2 and 3 File Submitter: videoman File Submitted: 19 Feb 2014 File Category: Female Wetting 3 straight to the point wetting mix videos warning there is brief nudity i have another 30 of these clip mixes if these are ok to post because they are from different movies the quality varies Click here to download this file
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  7. Yesterday we went to visit family in York and stayed overnight and now we are sat in the pub on the train station waiting for our train home which is due in half an hour. The journey home will take about an hour and then my sister is picking us up when we get off. I pee'd when we arrived at the pub we are in which was about an horu and half ago and since then I have drinks with my meal and a couple of drinks after. I have a drink at the moment which is almost finished. I am feeling the need to pee but I am not going before we leave so I can enjoy some holding fun on the way home....
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  8. I think this is more stuffing than anything. From what i remember she has a youtube channel with videos dedicated to it
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  9. Sketch_Man, I just came to say how much I appreciate your work! I've been following for quite some time, and you are definitely one of my favorite artists. It's also amazing how much you've improved over the years. You have gone from drawing stationary characters with limited expressions to doing absolutely professional work! Looking forward to Diaper Quest Next! :)
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  10. i hope you realise that most content on this site got ripped from pay sites, and i payed for it, just sharing with others.
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  11. I realized this story isn't as popular as my other one, so I'll be updating this one less frequently. I will finish it, don't worry about that, but it's rather hard to write for, and with not as much of a following for it, I see no point in making them super frequent. -------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5: Introduction "Wake up!" "Huh?" "Not 'huh', I said wake up! That can be answered with a yes or no, Kristina, but not a 'huh'." Kristina's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light. She saw her friend, Lissa, standing over her. "Come on, wake up, you've been sleeping forever!" Lissa said impatiently. Kristina rose from her bed, rubbing her eyes with her fists. "What is it, Lissa?" "So you don't remember? No wonder you didn't wake up earlier... We're going to the beach today!" Looking around her room, Kristina saw that the drapes were drawn, letting light in, and Lissa was beside- no, on top of her bed. Lissa, despite the fact that Kristina had slept in, was smiling from ear to ear. "She's like a little kid." Kristina thought, which made her frown upon comparing the two of their chests. "But then again..." "May I ask why you're looking at both of our chests?" "EH?!" Kristina responded, blushing heavily. Lissa giggled, whispering one word. "Jealous?" Kristina looked away, mumbling "N-no..." Lissa giggled once again, then, said, "Hurry up, as you can see, I'm ready," , getting off of Kristina's bed and proudly showing off her skimpy blue two-piece swimsuit as she said that last bit. "Didn't you wear that yesterday?" Kristina mumbled in a groggy voice, but Lissa shot her a confused look. "What do you mean? We had exams yesterday." Realizing that the conversation was eating up time that they could be spending at the beach, (no less), Lissa grabbed Kristina's arm and started pulling her out of bed. "Come on, let's move! I already told you we aren't waiting for Alexas!" There it was again, the feeling that the name uttered was, in fact, not truly the mentioned person's name. This one also rang a few bells, yet the pitch escaped her. What truly seemed odd, however, was the fact that the name seemed so much more believable. "Which Alexas are we talking about?" Kristina probed for answers. "Alexas Alexandrie, of course! Who else has such a weird name that you know of?" "I can think of quite a few, actually," she thought to herself. "Sorry, I was a little bit confused for a minute there." Kristina said apologetically, and Lissa grinned. "You’d better be sorry, you're wasting time! Move, woman!" And at that, Lissa left the room, saying "I'll be waiting out front, so hurry and get your swimsuit on!" In no time, they were back at the beach, although Lissa claimed that they didn't go there yesterday, in fact. "Are you having déjà vu? I definitely think you are." Kristina couldn't really say for certain, but her recollection of yesterday, or, according to Lissa, today, made her want to stay at the beach a little bit longer than last time. However, an anomaly was already present when they reached the beach. Looking in the direction the couple used to be lying, they were not there. In fact, the beach was deserted. "We have the whole place to ourselves, that's odd." Kristina said. Lissa shook her head. "It's not 'odd', it's awesome! It's like we own this or something!... Wait, did you see any signs that said this is private property?" "No." Lissa sighed. "That's a relief, for a second I thought we were gonna be arrested for trespassing. Well, let's make the most of it while we're here, shall we?" After doing pretty much the same thing as yesterday, although a much shorter version of it, Kristina had a thought cross her mind. "Hey, why didn't I see Alexas at exams yesterday?" Lissa giggled. "You're very forgetful today, Kristina. Alexas had finished her exams the day before, so she didn't have to come to school on the very last day. You know how our high school works." "I do, it's just... I thought she would want to talk to us while we waited." Kristina claimed, thinking something up on the spot. Lissa noticed the delay, but had an answer anyway. "Well, she's even more of a pain to wake up than you, and that's saying something!" Ignoring the playful jab, Kristina noticed the bag over Lissa's shoulder for the first time. "When did you get the bag?" "I had it the whole time, remember?" Kristina, in fact, didn't remember, but there was no point arguing. Lissa pulled out a water bottle, telling Kristina "Here, I bet you're thirsty." Kristina gratefully accepted it, drinking it with gusto. After all, she hadn't had much to drink today. After one bottle of water came another, and after a decent amount of time going by, she had noticed the increase in pressure in her bladder. "Hey, um, could we start heading back now?" Kristina asked. Lissa was in shock. "What?! Why, we practically just got here!" Kristina blushed. "I... gotta pee..." Lissa smiled. "You don't have to go back to the house, there's water over that way!" Lissa said, gesturing towards the ocean with a broad sweep of her arm. Kristina blushed deeper, but she knew she wouldn't make it home without an accident if she didn’t relieve herself first. "O-okay." Kristina responded, heading towards the water. Getting in, she prepared herself to release her pent-up pee. But she didn't cherish the feeling. Waking up, she realized she had been sleeping the entire time. Getting up, she instantly stopped, feeling the pressure suddenly rise, placing a hand to her crotch in order to prevent her from drenching her bed. Then she felt resistance. "Oh, I put on the g-g..." Kristina couldn't bear saying the word, and settled on trying to get to the proper place to empty her bladder since she had managed not to empty it while she had been dreaming. Carefully getting up, Kristina walked towards the door, walking gingerly, trying not to leak a drop. Finally reaching the bathroom, she quickly closed the door Behind her, flinching when it slammed shut. She gasped as her bladder started to give out. "No no no, not yet!" She whispered, running to the toilet. Pulling down her pajama pants, her fingers fumbled with the goodnight before quickly taking it off and sitting on the toilet. Sighing at her close call, Kristina sat for a few moments thinking. "I'm glad I made to the toilet for the first time in this body, but being that close to wetting myself should never have happened." Kristina shook her head."Still, I guess this is better than all the accidents I've been having." Kristina finished up before putting everything back on and heading back to bed. Finally reaching the third day of this new life, she got up, yawning, and, as per routine, checked her calculator. It had a new message, reading "I hope you're well, you seemed to be having a lot of fun yesterday!" Kristina blinked, then responded "What do you mean? Are you saying you saw me at the beach?" "Why, of course. I thought I made myself a little obvious. Why would someone wear a lab coat on the beach other than to get attention?" Kristina quickly grew angry, realizing that. "Why were you at the beach? Aren't you supposed to find a way to change me back?" "Well, I need a break from time to time as well, plus I needed a way to get you to believe that I'm to be trusted." Kristina thought back to something Lissa said yesterday, about the fact that they had spent time together before... whatever happened. "Lissa said we hung out the last few weeks, so we probably have each other's numbers. For the sake of my fingers, I'd appreciate that we communicate via phone instead of my calculator. It would look less suspicious as well." Her phone vibrated, and looking at it, she began to read the new text message, which was also in a lime green color. "So be it; your reasoning makes sense. Unless you have any more questions, there's nothing else I can think of that needs to be said." "Nope, but I'll ask you if I come up with any." Kristina placed her phone on the desk and proceeded to get dressed. Putting on a short, navy blue dress, she brushed her hair before heading downstairs, phone in her pocket. After eating breakfast, her mother made an announcement. "Because of yesterday, I decided to get you something that you'll be needing." Before the addled Kristina could respond, her mother brought out a bag that instantly made Kristina turn red. She opened her mouth, but what she saw was too shocking for her to respond. The bag was embarrassing, yes, but they were not more goodnights. If they had been, there would have been no reason for her mother to announce such a thing. Sadly for Kristina, it was something much, much more embarrassing. "D-d-diapers?!" Kristina managed to force the words out of her mouth. "Yes, sweetie. You and I both know you've been having accidents a lot in the daytime lately, and it's obvious the goodnights can't hold an entire wetting, so we might as well take the next step up." "B-but not so rapidly! Can't I get another chance, please?!" Her mother was about to disagree, but seeing her daughter's anxious face, she gave in. "Fine, but you still have to wear the goodnights to sleep, I'd rather not go back to cleaning more sheets." Kristina, relishing her small victory, quickly left the room before her mother changed her mind. Trying to find something to do, she picked up the book from yesterday. For all that happened yesterday while she had been reading this book, it wasn't the book’s fault. It was a good book after all, and Kristina could tell why it was her favorite. Picking it up, she began where she left off, with the heroine being found by her friends. Kristina read the the pages thoroughly, taking in the moment of surprise the heroine felt when she found out that a greater evil had yet to be destroyed, and that that, too, must be vanquished by her magic. Kristina was so wrapped up by the book that she barely managed to notice her phone ringing in time to answer it. "Hello?" Kristina asked, hurriedly putting the phone to her ear. "Hi, Kristina!" Lissa responded on the other end. "Guess what happened?" "What?" "Ah, you're no fun, I said guess!... Fine, I'll get to the point. Alexas said we could hang out at her house and spend the night there tonight!" Kristina didn't respond, looking around the room. Everything looked the same as always, so no way to tell whether this was or wasn't a dream. But somehow she was positive it wasn't. "Is something the matter, Kristina?" "O-oh, sorry, I-I have to ask my mom real quick if she's okay with me going over there tonight. What time is it?" Kristina picked up a pencil and wrote down the time, asked if there was anything in particular she needed to bring, and she wrote those down as well. Heading downstairs, Kristina saw her mom and got her attention. "Lissa just told me we can have a sleepover at Alexas's house!" Kristina said cheerfully. Her mother smiled back. "That's good, but you'll have to wear your goodnight." Kristina was abashed, but she nodded in agreement. After the last few nights, it seemed like she needed it just in case. Her mother wasn't finished, however. "Oh, did you end up wetting your goodnight?" Kristina couldn't help grinning, despite how childish the matter was. "No, I didn't end up wetting it." "So you didn't use it at all?" Kristina's smile wavered for a second. "Sorta." "'Sorta'? How do you 'sorta'-" "I mean no!" Kristina said a little louder than she meant. Her mother raised an eyebrow, sending a chill down her back. "W-well..." Kristina continued, her eyes downcast. "I leaked a little... but that's all! I didn't have an accident!" When Kristina looked up, her mother gave her a warm smile. "Well, it's definitely an improvement from the night before, and that's all that matters, right, honey?" Kristina nodded, her earlier energy restored. "Yes, it is all that matters!" Walking to her room, Kristina pulled out her phone. No new messages, but the reference to last night reminded her of her very realistic dreams, especially the name that she heard in both the dream and real world. "Are there any symptoms of the process that swapped our bodies?" She text Mr. Teiresia. "Well, the process I put Kristina through hadn't been done before, but I'm pretty sure I don't see you as worse than before. Why do you ask? "Well, I'm pretty sure my dreams have true things in them that Kristina once knew of, such as names." "That makes sense, as you're inside Kristina's body, and thus, are using her brain." "That's not all, one of my dreams you sent me a message and I sent one back, yet when I woke up, I had in fact typed the message for real." "Maybe you woke up, typed the reply, then fell asleep waiting for me." It sounded like she was being fed lies, but there was no way of knowing. Kristina was about to ask more questions anyways, but she had to cut the conversation short as her phone started to ring. Hitting the talk button, Kristina put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "What are you doing? When we had the conversation a few days ago, you agreed to come over to my house so my mother could drive us over!" Kristina was about to say she didn't remember, but that would only make Lissa more angry. "Well, I thought we had to wait a little longer before going over." "We don't, so hurry up!" thinking that she might as well not make Lissa wait, Kristina found her backpack, dumped its contents on the floor, quickly put her book, some pajamas, and a goodnight in her backpack, she looked around, and found a videogame handheld, the kind that Lissa had before the final exam. Looking it over, she tried to find a name, and after some scrutiny, found it. "The K86? I wonder who in marketing came up with that stupid name." Lame name or not, she might as well bring it. Stuffing it and the assorted charger and games nearby into her bag, she grabbed some dark blue shoes she found and quickly ran out her door, saying a quick goodbye to her mother. She ended up finding the right house on her first try, less on memory and more of what she thought was habit. Reaching for the doorbell, the front door swung open, and the small Lissa grabbed Kristina's hand, pulling her towards the driveway. "Hurry up! My mom is already in the car waiting to drive us!" Lissa said, dragging Kristina along. "Then why didn't you wait by the car and call me over?" "Because I knew you would come to the front door if I didn't call you towards the car." The irrational logic of that statement left Kristina speechless on the way to Lissa's mother's car. Kristina decided to be the first to say anything during the car ride. "So how long have you been friends with Alexas?" Lissa smiled. "Well, I've been friends with her for a few years, but you stopped being friends with her a month ago." Kristina was confused, why would Lissa convince her to come, then? Lissa continued after the few seconds of silence. "So, when's the 'more than friendship' gonna be official?" Kristina couldn't help but blush at what Lissa was insinuating. "T-that's not gonna be soon! I-I-I mean... why haven't you spoken up yet?" Kristina said, addressing Lissa's mother with the last part. Lissa's mother shook her head, saying "I didn't know I had to say anything; you’ve been a little obvious about it, actually." "Eh? Ehhh?!" Lissa and her mother both giggled at Kristina's confusion and embarrassment before Lissa's mother spoke up once more. "Well, it's not that obvious, but- hey, we're here!" she said, quickly changing the subject , but Kristina already had an idea forming in her head. Leaving the car, Kristina followed Lissa, who seemed to be taking the lead. She rang the doorbell, and, after waving at their chauffeur of the day, saw Alexas for the first time. Alexas was tall, and Kristina was saddened by the size of her bust; despite being smaller than Lissa's, it was still bigger than hers. She had pink hair, and it split off into a ponytail in the back with a big white bow, reaching slightly past her shoulders. Kristina could only think of how beautiful Alexas looked, which brought a blush to her face. Deciding to be the first to speak up, Kristina said "Hello, Alexas!" Alexas smiled, and gave a big hug to Kristina. "I told you before, there's no need to be so formal! Call me Alex!" This time, the bells that had rung before seemed to now ring true, and the pitch resonated in Kristina's head for a few seconds before she could finally even think. "T-that means... Alexas and I... are in love?!" Alex had let go of Kristina, and Kristina staggered back, taking everything in at once. Suddenly, Kristina felt both lightheaded and dizzy. Alexas' face went out of focus as Kristina's vision seemed to grow dim around the edges, and from what she could see in front of her, Alexas was talking, but Kristina couldn't discern the words. As she felt herself tumble to the ground, her body went completely numb before everything faded from view.
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  12. Hi everybody, I'm so sorry for the delay to post the next chapter about Manon's Magic Whistle! There are causes that lie behind it, but I don't want to go into them. Anyway, the future looks bright and here comes the next chapter! Manon and the Magic Whistle. Chapter 5. Now Manon knew what both ends of the Magic whistle could do! What a lot of fun she could have with her marvellous whistle! Her head got filled with all sorts of naughty thoughts. Next morning she jumped out of her bed and ran to the window. She drew the curtains, and laughed with delight, when she caught sight of a blue heaven and a brightly shining sun. A perfect day for naughty mischiefs, was her first thought. And, as it was Saturday and no school, she had the entire day at her disposal. She jumped out of her pyjamas and began to rummage about in her chest of drawers. She supposed, that she would need several pairs of panties, and chose some of various fabrics, styles and colours. Hidden in the back of a drawer she found a pack containing a pair of light brown nylon stockings, and another pack containing a white garterbelt . She’d bought them a couple of weeks ago, thinking, that now when she’d become 15, she was old enough to sometimes dress up in a more sexy way. But up to now, she hadn’t tried them on. “But today I will”, she whispered. She sat down on the bed side and began to put on the first stocking. It was a bit tricky, being the first time, but little by little she managed. She stood up and picked out the garterbelt from it’s pack. She put it on. At first she wasn’t sure of what should be in the front and what should be in behind. But when she looked in the mirror, she saw how it was meant. And finally, after some fumbling, she managed to attach the stockings to the garterbelt. Standing before the mirror in only nylon stockings and garterbelt, she was in her firm conviction, that she looked outstandingly ravishing and sexy! It wasn’t long ago since she’d begun to grow hair on her mimsy, but although it was very thin, she used to shave it off. When they changed for Physical Education at school, she’d noticed, that most of the other girls was shaved clean. And she liked, that it gave her the look of a little girl. She heard her aunt Anouk calling, that breakfast was served, and hurried up to complete her dress. As she didn’t wish to spoil the sexy image, she chose a pair of silky, white panties instead of the usual cotton. Her tiny, but well-shaped breasts were very firm and didn’t need a bra. A pleated, blue, shortish skirt, a yellow blouse (she giggled: A French girl wrapped in a Swedish flag!) and on her feet her favourite sport ballerinas. Lastly she put some extra panties and pantyhoses, a box of Kleenex and a bottle of coca cola in her blue canvas messenger bag. She hadn’t made up any specific plans for the day. She decided to play it by ear. She took the bus downtown. She strolled about the streets for a while. She was so excited. She waited for a suitable opportunity to use her Magic Whistle. But the streets were too crowded. She continued walking, enjoying the wonderful sunny spring day. A balmy breeze found its way in under her skirt, gently caressing her bare thighs above the stocking tops, making her aware of that she for the first time was having nylon stockings. She felt grown-up and sexy! Ahead of her a statue of the great Swedish author August Strindberg appeared. It was standing in a small park. It seemed to be pretty empty, why Manon decided to look for her “opportunity” there. It was a hill with lots of trees and bushes with fresh, green leaves. The lawns were covered by carpets of blue scilla. Narrow foot-paths crossed the park in different directions. She walked up to the top of the hill and sat down on a park bench. She looked around. Not a single soul in sight. But it was a nice place to rest at, and she remained seating. A movement on a path a bit below, made her alert again. It was a woman (“Hurrah!” Manon whispered). She was heading up to the top of the hill, where Manon was seating. She was pretty young, 18 – 20, Manon thought. There was a park bench opposite to Manon, and she crossed her fingers: “Please, please, let her sit down there! Please!” And that was just what the young woman decided to do. She sat down and lit a cigarette. Manon gave her a good look. She was pretty good-looking, very blonde, and wore a bordeaux-red skirt and a grey cardigan. Manon took out the Whistle from her skirt pocket. She pondered over, which end of the Whistle she would blow. She decided to begin with the making-horny end. She put the Whistle to her lips, and blew. It was a moderate blow, and she waited in eager expectation for the effect. She wasn’t disappointed. The girl began at once to squeeze and rub her thighs. Then she took a paper, which she’d brought with her, and unfolded it on her knee. With one hand she held the paper, and the other hand she put under the paper. Very soon the paper began to move, making it obvious, that her hand was engaged in doing something under the cloak of the paper. To Manon it was also obvious, what that “something” was! It got her so aroused, that she couldn’t remain inactive. She parted her legs slightly and pulled up her skirt a bit. Enough to reveal her white thighs above the stocking tops. She put her trembling hands on her thighs, and began to stroke upon her nylon stockings. Oh, it felt so nice! Manon looked at the girl, and noticed, that she was looking in between Manon’s knees. The paper moved in waves over her hand. At that moment both Manon and the girl at the same time discovered a woman and a man coming in their direction. The girl stopped to move her hand under the paper, and Manon put her skirt straight again. When the couple had passed them, the girl’s hand got active again. But Manon wanted to try the other end of the Whistle too. The making-to-pee end! She’d begun to need to pee pretty badly, and the thought of her and another girl wetting themselves at the same time made her insainly excited! She took out the whistle again and blew. This time in the pee end. Not too hard, she didn’t want her to pee too soon. Then she turned the whistle and blew in the making-horny end. The effect was terrific! The girl moved her hand in such a vehement way, that the paper flew away, and Manon could see, that she had pulled up her skirt all the way. She had her hand inside both her pantyhose and her panties, furiously rubbing her pussy. Manon followed her example, hitched up her skirt and put her hand inside her panties. She caressed her throbbing, stiff knob, which made her to moan of lust! With her other hand she began to rub her sensitive inside. She was now on the edge to both wet herself and to orgasm. She heard the other girl pant and moan, and suddenly a low but sharp cry gave away, that she began to orgasm! And that did it for Manon! She came harder, than she ever had before! At the same time she started to wet herself! Her hot pee flowed over her hands and through her panties. She looked eagerly at the girl. Would she too wet herself? And yes! She did! She was still orgasming, when a strong stream forced its way through her panties. In astonishment she looked down, she was actually peeing herself, she couldn’t believe it! Their orgasms eventually ebbed out. The girl stood up and took the few steps up to Manon. She leant over Manon, and said: “I’m sorry! I don’t know, how it happened! I’ve never done anything like this before.“ “Oh, don’t feel sorry! It wasn’t your fault, we couldn’t help it, it just happened,” Manon stuttered out. “And… and it felt so… I mean, well, I kind of liked it!” “Yeah, that’s so crazy! I too liked it! And yet I felt so terribly embarrassed for wetting myself like a baby! By the way, my name is Annika: We should know our names, as we’ve shared a pretty intimate moment!” “My name is Manon!” “Are you from France? It sounds so from your accent.” “Yes, I was born in France.” They chatted a while before they parted. But before that they exchanged their mobile phone numbers.
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