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  1. I'm finally back with a story. Turns out, fleshing out stories is way harder than most of you make it out to be. This actually wasn't the story I intended on posting next, but my original idea involved a little more of a storyline, along with some character development, which has made for slow progress (still a noob at this). So instead, you guys get this story, which is a sequel to Making the Grade. That being said, this is almost pure omo ficition. There's not much story to this, just a couple of college girls on summer break, but I figured I'd play around with this, see if it helps with my other story. Just a few navigational notes: I'm trying to play with the perspective a little bit, so I'll be switching between Emma and Sarah. [ <><><> ] indicates a change in perspective. [ *** ] indicates a break in time. [ Italics ] indicates the thoughts of the perspective character [Name: words] indicates a text message. I'd love to hear any support, feedback, or critique you guys have. Enjoy! Emma and Sarah - Summer Vacation Part 1 As much as Emma hated to admit it, she was bored. With June a distant memory and July preparing to become August, summer vacation had flown by and Emma had done nothing with it. Emma lives in the apartment she shares all year with her roommate and best friend Sarah, but they are part of the small minority of students who do not return home for the summer. The sudden loss of population at the end of the school year causes the whole town to slow down. Traffic is minimal, sidewalks are clear, bars are quiet, and restaurants have no wait times. This last point affects Emma and Sarah personally, as both work as waitresses. Part of the reason this particular Monday felt so slow was because of what the end of this week had in store. Every summer, Sarah’s family takes a trip to the beach, spending a week in their time share in South Carolina, and this year Emma had been invited to come along. Leaving Friday morning, the girls would make the six hour drive together to meet Sarah’s family at the condo. With work so slow, Emma and Sarah decided to request off not only for the week of the vacation, but for several days leading up to it also. Emma was regretting that decision now. She hadn’t even missed a shift yet, but she already felt like she was out of things to do. She was hoping things would liven up once Sarah returned from her final shift of the week. She was due to be home soon. As if the thought conjured reality, Emma felt her phone buzz, signaling a text. Sarah: Can you grab our rag towel and bring it to the front door? Emma: Sure? Sarah: I’ll explain when I get inside. Just let me know when you have it. With her curiosity piqued, Emma went to the linen closet to dig out the old towel they reserved for wiping the bathroom floor and cleaning up other small messes around the house. She took the towel to the front door. <><><> Sarah didn’t know why this was happening to her. This took her tally for the week to two pairs of pants and four pairs of underwear. And one car seat. She did not want to think what her grey cloth driver’s seat was going to look like after this. Her phone buzzed. Emma: Okay. I have it. Now what? Sarah: Just wait. I’m coming. Sarah scanned for potential witnesses as best as she could from her seat, then she got out of the car. She walked quickly across the small parking lot to the entrance of their first-floor apartment, trying to ignore as her crotch and bottom cooled in the breeze, her thin work leggings doing little to maintain the warmth she had felt only minutes ago. Emma opened the door as Sarah got close. “Hello?” Emma greeted questioningly. “Hi. Sorry to be short but let me see that towel.” Emma handed the towel to Sarah, who laid it out on the entryway floor and stepped onto it. Emma closed the door and turned to Sarah questioningly. “So?” “I peed my pants and I didn’t want to drip through the house,” Sarah answered easily. She saw Emma’s eyes shift to her crotch. From her brief inspection in the car, Sarah knew that despite the black color of her leggings, Emma would see the misleadingly small damp patch on the front of her pants, gravity having caused the majority of the wetness to run beneath her after she lost control in her sitting position. She had not wanted her neighbors to know about her accident, but Sarah was not embarrassed with Emma. The two had been through so much together that a pair of peed pants would be nothing besides some giggles and light teasing. “Again?!” Emma asked. Sarah knew Emma was referring to the scene she made yesterday when she arrived home from work and sprinted to the bathroom with her hand between her legs while yelling “Ohno! Ohno! Ohno!” When Emma walked down the hall to see if Sarah was okay, she found the bathroom door had been left open in disregard, allowing her to see Sarah pulling her leggings on and a discarded pair of purple underwear on the floor, the soaked crotch on full display. “Yes, except this time I fully peed. Look.” Sarah turned around, showing Emma the stain on her ample bottom. She could feel the wetness had spread from the top of her cheeks down to about mid-thigh. “Oh my gosh, Sarah! What happened?” Emma asked, smirking. Sarah started removing her shoes. “Same thing as yesterday. I was on my way home and I suddenly had to pee, only this time I couldn’t hold it. As soon as I pulled into our parking lot, I just lost it.” Sarah paused to let Emma shake her head and have her chuckle, then she changed the subject. “I need a shower. Can you take these clothes to the washer?” “Sure. Why wouldn’t I want to handle your pee-soaked clothes?” Emma asked sarcastically. “We’ll just call it even from when I handled your pee-soaked bed a couple months ago.” Sarah was pleased to see this comment brought a slight blush to Emma’s cheeks. She’s still so easily embarrassed about bathroom functions. “Yep, that sounds fair.” “I thought so,” Sarah responded as she began to remove her pants. <><><> Emma waited as Sarah peeled her leggings off, revealing a pair of grey panties that went near black just above her womanhood. The soaked material left little to the imagination until Sarah slipped the underwear down as well. Emma had seen Sarah naked before. Being fairly close roommates and gym partners several days per week, they had few reservations about changing in sight of each other. Emma was always slightly jealous of Sarah’s body. It was a classic case of “the grass is greener”. Emma was a fit girl with toned legs and a taught tummy, not to mention a butt that was rounded after hours of gym time every week, but Sarah just seemed to have those natural curves. While Sarah was in shape, she did not have the athlete’s body that Emma had. Instead, she was blessed with wider hips and a larger chest, and her blonde hair always attracted attention, although Sarah frequently commented on how much she loved Emma’s light brown hair. As she finished undressing, Sarah said, “I have a couple things in the washer already. I didn’t have enough for a load, but I threw them in incase you ran a load. You can probably put a few things in for yourself anyway.” “I’ll take a look.” With her wet clothes removed, Sarah walked to the bathroom wearing only her work blouse. Emma collected the wet clothes and towel, being careful to avoid getting any pee on herself, and carried them to the small closet that housed their washer and dryer. Emma dropped the few items in the washer and was about to walk to her bedroom to collect a few additional items before something in the washer caught her eye. Along with the items she had just added, she saw the underwear Sarah wore the day before, no surprise, two other pairs of underwear, and Sarah’s pajama pants. The article that caught Emma’s attention was Sarah’s pajama pants. Sarah didn’t wear pajama pants to bed, so the pants were only worn every once in a while when Sarah wanted to lounge around in pajamas for a couple hours before bed. As such, the pants did not often need washed. This coupled with the knowledge of the two incidents from the past two days and the fact that the assortment of laundry contained only bottom-wear, Emma became concerned. So, letting her concern conquer the snoopy feeling it gave her, Emma touched the crotch of the pajama pants. They felt a little damp, but Emma thought it might be her imagination, and she took her investigation a step further. Grabbing the pants by the waistband, she pulled them out of the washer, held them in front of her face, and sniffed. Pee. There was no mistaking the smell of dry urine wafting from the pants. Emma dropped the pants back into the washer and walked to her room to retrieve some laundry. She could hear the shower running as she passed the bathroom. Returning to the washer, she added a few items of her own, poured in some detergent, then, thinking of the reason several of the items needed to be washed, added a little more detergent. Then she sat on the couch to wait for Sarah to get out of the shower. About twenty minutes later, Sarah emerged from her bedroom having showered, dried her hair, and donned a clean t-shirt and pair of shorts. “I’m going to go outside and see if I can do anything about my car seat,” Sarah said as she headed to the front door to put her shoes on. “Wait, Sarah, I wanted to ask you something.” “What’s up?” “Don’t be mad, but I saw what you had in the washer and… Did you pee in all of those clothes?” “Yep.” “Sarah! What’s going? Why did that happen?” “Well the first one was at work yesterday. I was working tables and all of a sudden I had to pee. I couldn’t get a break until about fifteen minutes later, and a few sprinkles snuck out while I was waiting. It wasn’t too bad, really just wet enough to be uncomfortable, and during my next break I was able to change into my after-gym panties that I had in my car, which I peed in when I got home. That’s the one you knew about. Then last night I fell asleep on the couch watching tv, and when I woke up, I really had to pee. I started leaking as soon as I stood up. By the time I made it to the bathroom, there was a stain halfway down the legs of my pants and I could feel dribbles all the way down to my feet. And then there was today.” “Don’t you feel like there’s a problem with that?” “Of course. I obviously need to be more careful about my bathroom breaks.” “No, I mean health-wise. I think you might have a UTI, or some other infection.” Sarah thought for a moment, then said, “You know, I hadn’t really thought about that. I have had a lot of sudden urges to go lately.” “No kidding. I think you should see a doctor.” “You’re right. I’ll make an appointment right now.” Sarah walked to her room to make the phone call and returned a few minutes later. “I’ve got an appointment first thing Wednesday morning. I just need to make it through tomorrow.” “We’d better just put a tv in the bathroom so you can be near the toilet all day,” Emma teased.” Sarah laughed. “Maybe… Anyway, I’ve got to go deal with my seat. Thanks for looking out for me.” “No problem. Do you want some help with your seat?” “Nah, there’s not really room for two, but if you wanted to scratch up something for dinner, I wouldn’t object.” “I can make that happen.” Emma made dinner, salads and a frozen pizza, while Sarah cleaned her car. The girls ate dinner together, and then watched a couple episodes of their shared Netflix show before Sarah bowed out for the night. Emma, used to working nights, stayed up for another couple hours before heading to bed herself. *** Emma woke up around 10 o’clock the next morning. She laid in bed for a few more minutes until her bladder demanded that she got up. After a quick stop in the bathroom, Emma made her way into the kitchen, where she found Sarah eating a bowl of cereal. “Good morning.” “Morning, Em.” As Emma gathered the supplies for her own bowl of cereal, she realized the washing machine was running. “Are you doing a load of wash?” Emma asked Sarah. “Yep,” Sarah replied between bites of cereal. “I thought we did all of your laundry yesterday.” Still eating, Sarah nonchalantly answered, “We did. I made more last night. I peed my bed.” “Sarah!” “I know, mom. I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow. Until then, I can only deal with the symptoms.” “I guess… Do you need any help?” “Nope. You slept so late I’ve got everything cleaned up already.” “Oh… Well, what should we do today?” “I’d like to run to the store to pick up some cranberry juice. I heard that helps, and if this is a UTI I’d like to get ahead of it.” “I don’t really think we need anything else. Do you want to take a walk together then?” “Sounds good to me. Then what?” “Screw it. Let’s waste the day. Movie marathon this afternoon?” “That’s actually a good idea. We haven’t done that in a while.” “Great. After breakfast I’ll get cleaned up and we can go to the store.” <><><> The walk to and from the store was fairly uneventful. Of course, Sarah had to pee as soon as they got home, but that was expected. After sorting out snacks and drinks for the first movie, the girls settled down to begin their marathon. Sarah had to pause the first movie twice and the second movie three times to take bathroom breaks, but she couldn’t do anything about that, and Emma, knowing the cause for the constant breaks, didn’t tease her. They made it to their third movie around four o’clock. Sarah had to pause the movie about a third of the way through to allow for a bathroom break. She found she was really into this movie, and as the need to pee returned about an hour later, she decided to hold it until the end of the movie. It can’t be much longer. I’ll just wait, and if it gets really bad, I’ll just run to the bathroom. So she waited, and the cranberry juice she constantly drank steadily filled her bladder. Fifteen minutes later Sarah was pressing her thighs together, trying to ignore the pressure in her bladder. On-screen, the plot was just beginning to unfold, and Sarah was entirely engrossed. At this point, she wasn’t even considering pausing for a break. She unconsciously allowed her body to do whatever it felt was necessary to wait until the end of the movie, which evolved into a sitting pee dance. Emma, noticing her roommate’s constant wigging, asked, “Do you want to pause the movie?” “Nope, I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure? I don’t mind.” “Yep. I’m okay.” Sarah’s reply could have easily been interpreted as “Shut up, I’m watching this,” so Emma let the subject drop. A few minutes later, Sarah felt a wave of pressure in her bladder, and her muscles started to release. Still focused on the movie, Sarah put her hand between her legs to prevent the leak. Seeing Sarah’s obviously desperate state, Emma asked, “Are you sure – “ “Shh!” It can’t be much longer now. Indeed, the plot was nearly wrapped up, and there was just one final twist to be revealed. As Sarah watched intently, her bladder sent another warning pang, but her hands were not enough to prevent a small dribble from dampening her underwear. Oops. It’ll be alright. It’s not even wet. A minute later, her bladder responded to this thought with a sudden, hard spurt that would definitely leave a wet spot in Sarah’s panties. That almost got Sarah to run to the bathroom, but just then, the twist was finally revealed. The movie will be over in just a minute. I can hold it. Just as the final scene ended, Sarah leaked again, and she felt warm wetness on her hand through the crotch of her shorts. She stood up to run to the bathroom, but stopped when she saw “Five years later” appear on the screen. Fuck! Well this can’t be that long, and I have to change now anyway, so I might as well finish the movie. <><><> Emma watched as her friend danced like a toddler in front of the tv. Both hands were in her crotch, and she was alternating legs, bringing one leg up slightly, setting it down, and shifting to the next leg. Emma wasn’t sure why Sarah didn’t just go to the bathroom, but she didn’t want to nag her roommate… She was twenty-one after all. By this point, Emma was more interested in watching Sarah’s antics than watching the movie, and she allowed herself a little pleasure at the sight of a small trickle making its way down Sarah’s right thigh, the light from the tv highlighting its path. Not one second after the credits ended, Sarah ran to the bathroom. Because Sarah once again chose to save time and forego closing the door, Emma could hear Sarah’s pee hitting the water only moments after she entered the bathroom. As she heard Sarah’s stream taper off, Emma asked from the kitchen, “How’d it go?” “I’m going to change into my PJs.” “Weird how that decision was made as you were in the bathroom,” Emma chided. “Shut up. You know I didn’t completely make it.” “I know, but you deserve some teasing for that one. We should write a review for that movie. ‘So good you’ll pee your pants.’” “I’d stand behind that.” The girls laughed at this. Sarah stepped out of the bathroom naked from the waist down, holding her shorts and underwear in her hand, then said, “I’m not quite ready for bed. Do you want to watch some of our show?” “Sure. Want some popcorn?” “Yes! Just let me change quick.” Emma pulled a pack of popcorn from the box in the pantry and set it in the microwave. She found a large bowl while she waited for the contents of the bag to pop. When the microwave finished, she opened the bag, burning her fingers as she does every time, and poured the popcorn into the bowl. Emma picked up the bowl and started to walk toward the living room, having just enough time to wonder where Sarah was when she ran straight into her as she came down the hallway. After a brief display of instinct juggling, Emma managed to keep her grip on the bowl, losing only a handful of pieces to the floor. “Oh my gosh. I’m sorry, Em! Here, I’ll get these ones on the floor.” Sarah squatted to pick up the lost pieces. Emma set the bowl down on the coffee table then returned to the kitchen to help Sarah. As she walked up behind Sarah, she saw Sarah’s shirt had pulled up, and her pajama bottoms had stretched tight over her bottom. Under the stretched material, Emma saw a square bulge covering Sarah’s butt. That looks like… but no. Why would she? The meshy material of the waistband showing between Sarah’s shirt and pants confirmed Emma’s suspicions. That is definitely a pull-up. Emma was surprised to see Sarah still had her supplies from Dr. Walsh’s extra credit assignment. Emma donated hers to the lab to be used in the future classes. She was about to say something to Sarah about her choice of underwear but decided she knew exactly how Sarah would handle this situation, and instead she let Sarah finish cleaning the mess. “All better,” Sarah said as she stood and dropped the pieces in the trash can. As she walked by, Emma lined up and gave her a swat on the butt. If she wasn’t convinced before, she had no doubts after she felt the plastic-like pillow soften the blow. “I knew it!” Emma remarked, intentionally outing Sarah’s underwear in the same manner Sarah had when the situation was reversed several months prior. Sarah yelped in surprise at the blow and turned around with a shocked look on her face, both hands behind her back covering her bottom. Her face softened after a moment, then she said, “So much for keeping that a secret.” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself… So is this just a fashion statement or...?” Sarah chuckled. “No. I’ve had two nighttime accidents…” she paused, “Bleh. That statement made me feel like I was five. Let me try that again.” She assumed a scholarly tone as she said “There have been two incidences of nocturnal incontinence since symptoms revealed themselves. Protection seemed to be the best short-term course of treatment.” Sarah somehow managed to keep a straight face through her explanation, but Emma was laughing by the end of the first sentence. “But yeah, I didn't want to wet the bed again tonight, and I knew I wanted to wear these to bed, so I figured why pull out a fresh pair of panties?" “Well, I’m glad you seem pretty positive about it.” “Yeah. Actually, it’s kind of nice having you know. When I was in goodnites, I was always hiding them. It’s surreal to have you be so matter-of-fact about the whole thing.” “Sarah, you know I’m there for you no matter what, and I only tease you in fun, never to be mean, just the same as you do for me.” “Thanks, Em.” Sarah leaned in to hug Emma, and Emma returned the hug. After a moment, they broke the hug and Sarah said, “Okay, drama hour is over. Let’s start working on this popcorn.” The girls sat down to eat their popcorn and watch an episode of their latest show. Afterwards, they bade each other goodnight as they walked to their respective rooms and went to sleep. *** End of Part 1 *** Thanks for reading! I hope to have part two up after the weekend, but I'll keep you guys in the loop if that changes.
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  2. Daniel and Amy

    Chapter 57 “So what’s this big trip entail?” Sonia asked her friend, as she stirred some sugar into her latte. “There’s a friend of Pete’s, who’s a developer. He’s always building or renovating commercial property. We’ll explain it in detail on Monday night. But, in a nutshell, he’s asked Pete to organise a team of tradesmen for his latest pet project, so we’re busy trying to put a crew together. Good money, free accommodation, admittedly at a caravan park, but the place will be empty, except for the crew. The kids can run amok, and it’s right next to the beach!” But what are WE going to do up there darling? I’m not going to be clambering around up ladders, that’s for sure!” Sue laughed. “Don’t panic sweetie, neither will I. But there’s lots of vans that will need cleaning, and we’ll cook meals for the guys, and look after the kids of course.” Sonia looked dubious. “So you’re saying I’m going to spend my time cooking, cleaning, and looking after the kids. It’s not exactly a villa in Bali, is it?” Sue laughed. “You weren’t going to Bali anyway, and what exactly do you think you were going to be doing at home? Especially with our two! No doubt just that, plus taxi duties as well, or trying to keep bored teenagers amused, which undoubtedly will cost money. This way, you can actually earn some, so can the kids, and trust me, there’s going to be a lot of stuff going on as well to keep them occupied! Let’s see, there’s going to be a ...” For the next few minutes, Sue regaled Sonia with all the details, and by the end of her sales pitch, her friend was completely on board with the idea. She had to admit, it sounded perfect. “But, I need at least one other lady,” Sue said. “Any suggestions?” Sonia sipped her coffee thoughtfully, then inspiration struck. “Paula Peters!” She exclaimed triumphantly. “This would be perfect for her!” “Who’s that? I don’t think I know her?” “You know that little Nikki girl? The one that our two hang around with? It’s her mother.” She lowered her voice. “I don’t think she’s got a lot of money. I had coffee with her awhile back, when she dropped Nikki off. She’s a really nice lady. But she was telling me that she works two jobs, and was taking time off while Nikki and her brother were on holidays, but it sounded to me like she was really worried about money because of it. They were just staying home and doing nothing. It would be perfect for her! She could still get paid, and her sweet little Nikki could come away with her friends. Amy and Danny would like that as well no doubt. It would give her and the kids a much needed break. I don’t think they’ve been away anywhere in years!” “It sounds good,” Sue admitted with a clap of her hands. “Do you think she’d be interested?” Sonia pulled out her phone. “Only one way to find out mate!” Not long after, Sue had introduced herself to Nikki’s mother, and given her the same condensed version of the trip that Sonia had received. “If you can come to our team meeting on Monday night, all the details will be revealed. But don’t say anything to Nikki yet! We’re trying to keep it a secret from the kids.” Paula sighed. “It sounds absolutely perfect Sue. I really appreciate you and Sonia thinking about me, really I do. I know that Nikki has been a bit worried about the holidays. Her and her boyfriend Scott have been trying to make all sorts of plans, but they all cost money.” A lightbulb went off in Sues head. “Hang on Paula! This Scott boy. Does he go to St Marks? Is he friendly with a Matthew and Ali? An Indian boy?” The puzzlement in Paula’s voice was obvious. “Yes, how did you know that?” Sue shrieked with laughter, and put her phone on speaker so Sonia could hear. “Oh my God! Your Nikki is friends with Amy. Amy’s boyfriend is my son, Danny! Those boys are his best mates! They all know each other! Most of that little gang are going too!” Paula burst into laughter as well. “Oh dear! I’ll admit, it does sound perfect! Well, almost. But I still can’t go. I’ve got an older boy as well, he’s only seventeen. I can’t leave him on his own for a week. Besides, he’s finishing school this year, and I’m helping him with his resume, and we’re going to be dropping them off, and emailing them out. He really wants to get an apprenticeship started as soon as school finishes.” The disappointment in her voice was obvious. “What’s he want to do?” Sue enquired. “He really wants to do a trade,” Paula informed them. “He doesn’t want to go to University, and quite frankly, we probably couldn’t afford to send him anyway.” Sonia and Sue exchanged a knowing smile. “Bring him along too!” Sue told her with a chuckle. “There’s going to be tradesmen galore up there. He can get some experience doing some labouring, because the guys will all need a hand. They’ll pay him of course, and you never know, he might just find a job out of it at the end!” Paula was stunned. “Do you really think he might? Would that be ok? He’s trying really hard, and trying to save as much money as he can. I’m sure he’d love to earn some extra money and get some experience.” “Of course it’s alright darling,” Sue told her. “Obviously I can’t promise him a real job out of it, but the guys will be happy to pay him, and provide him with some good references at least, if he works hard of course.” “Oh don’t worry, he’ll work his ass off,” Paula assured them. “He’s so desperate for a trade apprenticeship of some sort.” “What’s his name?” Sue asked. “Troy,” “Well you bring Troy and Nikki with you on Monday night,” Sonia insisted, then Sue gave her the address. Paula burst into laughter. “Of course! It’s young Scott’s place isn’t it? Don’t worry! I know how to get there!” The three mothers all burst into laughter together. ——————————————— Meanwhile, back at home, Daniel and Amy were sharing a passionate embrace in the bedroom. They stood facing each other, and Dan was kissing her like there was no tomorrow, as they rubbed their hands all over each other. Amy affected her “little girl” voice, as she looked into his eyes. “Danny, my diaper is all wet and leaky. Will you help me change it? Please?” Dan had his left hand on her right breast, feeling the hardened nub of her nipple poking his palm through her t-shirt. “I better check,” he whispered. His hand slid down between her legs, directly onto the round wet spot on her shortalls, and he squeezed her gently, feeling her diaper squash beneath his gentle grip. “Mmmm mmmm. You are wet, little Amy. Are you sure you want me to help you?” She kissed him again, harder than before. “Uh huh.” They broke apart, and with shaking hands, he managed to undo the clips on her bib, then slid them down, so she could step out of them. He lifted her shirt up to her belly button, and looked at the sagging, discoloured nappy that hung slightly between her legs. “I looks very wet Ames. Are you sure you want me to take it off?” “Of course I do, silly,” she told him, still talking little. “But maybe I should make absolutely sure that I’m empty first. I don’t want to piddle on the floor.” She lifted her shirt up, spread her socked feet apart, and squatted down low, like she would if she peed behind her pool. She gave a slight push, and was instantly rewarded with a slight burst of warm wetness spreading between her padded thighs, making her big pull up swell even more. It wasn’t much, but she knew that now she was completely empty, and no chance of making a mess once her nappy was removed. “All done,” she said softly. “Now why don’t you take those jeans of yours off as well?” Dan did better than that. He kicked his shoes off, then his jeans, and finally his hoodie, leaving himself dressed exactly as Amy was, in socks, a t-shirt, and a diaper. They came together once more, and without talking about it, they helped each other out of their shirts, then rubbed each other’s nipples, watching breathlessly as they both hardened, while feeling the same tingling sensation deep inside their diapers. Amy slid her hand into the front of Dans camouflage kiddy pull up, and he moaned as she gently gripped his swollen shaft. Not too long ago he would’ve been scared of having an accidental “pre-emptive” strike of a different variety in her hand, but he was beginning to learn a bit more about self control now, although he wouldn’t trust himself too much if she moved her hand around a lot. Taking his cue from her, as always, his hand slid down the front of her diaper, gently probing at her sex, while the wet padding rubbed provocatively against the back of her hand. She sighed with pleasure, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. “You’re still dry,” she whispered, “but maybe we should take that pull up off anyway?” She stepped around him, and sat on the bed, feeling the wet mushiness pressing against her bottom, then drew him in close to stand in front of her. “At ease little soldier. Put your hands behind your back, that’s an order.” Once he was “at ease,” she slowly slid his pull up down, freeing his boyhood, which obviously wasn’t taking any orders, as it stood at full attention. Not for the first time did she look in amazement at how much size difference there was between him being soft, and being hard. It was almost like he had two different “things” there, that he could change at will. Dans breath caught in his throat as she leaned forward, and kissed it gently on the tip, tasting a saltiness there that was different from anything she had ever tasted before. For the briefest of moments, she almost succumbed to the temptation of going further, and doing that naughty thing that she knew some girls did, and her mouth opened slightly for a second, before a voice inside her head warned her that she was about to cross a line, a big line. A grownup line. One they had already discussed in detail previously, and declared that they weren’t ready to cross. Yet. Instead, she kissed him gently “down there” again, then laid back on the bed, looking at him expectantly. Dan used his feet to drag his socks off, and now completely naked, he stood over her, and gently pulled her wet diaper down and over her socks. She wiggled her feet at him. “Sockies as well?” “Nah. Let’s leave them on,” he told her with a grin, which she returned easily. She knew how much he liked seeing her in her socks. “Here Danny, use these,” she said shyly, passing him a package of wet wipes that she kept beside her bed. Daniel pulled one out, and Amy bent her legs, and lifted her feet, fully exposing herself to him. The boy shuffled under her raised legs, and she let her feet rest on his back, as he slowly and gently started wiping the pee from her private area. He took his time, and worked his way around her inner thighs, under her buttocks, and all over the tight blonde curls that covered the lower part of her girlhood. As he wiped, she tightened her leg grip on his torso, trapping him there, while occasionally lifting her bottom up, pressing into his hand, increasing the pressure on her erogenous zone. When he was sure that she was clean, he lowered his mouth to her sex, and inhaled her aroma. He kissed her there ever so gently, and she thrust her groin into his face with need. Sliding his body up, she kissed him on his lips, and could smell and taste herself on them. He took a nipple in his mouth, and drew it in, making her arch her back once more, while her fingernails racked across his, leaving slight trails behind. Eventually, there bodies started grinding against each other, as sheer animal instinct, forged by countless generations before them, took over, and his erection brushed against her moist opening. Without thinking, the boy put a hand down there, grabbing himself, and guiding it towards her vagina. His tip brushed against it, but she twisted her body away at the last moment, and whispered “No. that’s enough Dan.” Suddenly, his head cleared, and he realised exactly what he had been about to do, and he pulled back, looking at her a bit shamefully. “I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to do that. I wasn’t thinking, and....” She put an index finger to his lips and said “Shhhh, it’s okay Danny. I understand. I love you. Believe me, I wanna do that to. But not yet. Okay?” He rolled off the top of her, to lay beside, his breath coming in sharp pants, looking embarrassed. “But we can still do other stuff,” she said, slipping him a wink, while she took a handful of wet wipes for herself, and gently wrapped his throbbing member in the cool slippery cloth. While she stroked him, he stroked her with a bare hand, and it didn’t take long for them to start bucking and moaning in time with each other. Amy felt a deep tingling feeling rushing up from deep inside her body, and Dan watched her toes curling inside her fluffy pink socks, as her thighs clamped tightly together, trapping his hand. He was beginning to feel a budding volcanic like explosion of his own starting, as her hand tightened its grip on his member. They reached their climaxes at the same time, and Dan felt a wet warmth hitting his hand, as his girlfriend wet herself a little bit as she came. She felt his organ pulsing through the wet wipes, a second before a wet stickiness hit the moist cloth, then dripped onto her hand. “I love you so much, Danny boy,” she whispered.
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  5. Part 3: Business Meeting I wake up at seven and gently rub her shoulder. She opens her eyes, then puts a hand under the covers. “The alarm didn’t go off!” She says. She takes my hand and guides it towards her butt. I give it an affectionate pat, which makes her squeal, but also blush, and then I stick a finger inside the leg band, like she taught me. “You’re dry!” I say. I can’t quite believe it. Could it be that easy? But then I remember she’s had one dry night earlier this week. It could be a fluke. I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell her that, though. She bounds out of bed and runs downstairs, her gait slightly duck-like in the oversized diaper. I don’t bother to dress, simply walk downstairs wearing nothing but my boxers. She’s putting up a white star on the chart next to the yellow raindrop for yesterday. But once she’s done, she crosses her legs and bends over. “Jake!” She says, exasperated. “I can’t move!” Her hand is between her legs. I spot the white training potty and for once I’m grateful for the damn thing, hidden in the corner of the living room. The bathroom is upstairs and I doubt she’d make it. The potty looks just like the ones for children, except adult sized, and entirely lacking in color or decoration. I’d insisted on no pretty unicorns or whatever else juvenile crap adorned most of the stock over at Waterworks. I stride over, pick up the potty and place it underneath her. Then, while she’s still holding herself, I quickly undo the tapes and rip the diaper out from under her legs. She sinks into a crouch and closes her eyes, and a stream erupts before her butt even touches the seat. She stays like that, tinkling loudly into the potty for a good forty seconds, eyes closed. When she’s done, she sighs and opens her eyes. I hold out the diaper for her to see, seat facing her. Her mouth curls up into a smile. “It’s dry, Jacob!” She says. “Well done.” I give her a hand to rise, and we both stare at the foamy yellow that fills half the potty. This thing could handle a flood. I put the lid on the potty and carry it upstairs to empty it in the toilet and then hose it down in the shower. When I get back, she’s prancing around the living room, showing off a pair of form-hugging purple panties. It’s the first time I’ve seen her in regular underwear for more than two months, and the tiny bit of cameltoe in the front makes something stir in my groin. Unfortunately, this little escapade is making us late for work, so there’s no time to do anything about it. Maybe I’ll have to rub one out in the bathroom at lunch, which is the sort of delightfully naughty thought that might just help me make it to lunch without banging my head against a wall. She works as a graphic designer, and before the Lurch, she’d been talking about starting her own firm together with two of her colleagues. She enjoys the work, she says, but she’d love to some day be the one giving the orders. I haven’t heard anything about these plans these past two months, and had assumed this universe’s Ashley to be a tad less ambitious. She surprises me by mentioning she’s going to lunch with the two aforementioned colleagues, and they’re going to talk next steps at a cafe where none of their colleagues go. “That’s awesome,” I say, and find that I really mean it. “Now, don’t forget about our schedule in all the excitement. I will try and text you once every two or three hours and remind you, and I want you to go and try to pee even if you don’t feel like it. But I’m really busy at work, as usual, so you’re going to have to help yourself remember it. Maybe like, an alarm on your phone or something.” “Yes, Jake,” she says, rolling her eyes. That’s my wife, all right. I have a shower and head out. Work is… work, as usual. Only the thought of masturbating during my allotted half-hour lunch keeps me going. There’s a particularly gnarly case I’m working on, where I have to do all the research, and if it’s any good, one of our trial lawyers will have a triumph in court, and if it’s bad, I might be fired. All the risk and none of the reward. I get in shortly after eight and manage to text my wife at 10:30. She fires back ten minutes later saying it went OK. At 2:00 PM, I finally have time for lunch. Grab a quick sandwich and then jerk it to the thought of my wife in those tight little panties, is the plan. I have a half-hour break in my contract but nobody said it had to be at a reasonable hour. I only had coffee for breakfast and I’m starving. Then a text rolls in: Well, fuck. Apparently she’s had an accident on her first day in panties. This is bad. But I can’t leave her hanging. I find my manager and tell him that I have to go away for an hour due to a family emergency, but I’ll be back and work an hour extra in the evening. He’s got no legs to stand on since I already do plenty of unpaid overtime, but he still finds it in him to look down his nose at me and shake his head. “My wife’s been in an accident,” I say, not specifying. He mellows at that. “Hey, man, as long as you make up for it later, you go make sure she’s okay,” he says, and gives me an awkward pat on the shoulder. Maybe the old bastard has a heart after all. I’m grateful that only my wife has to wear the potty training bracelet. I swing home and pick up a pair of jeans and panties, and a shirt for good measure. It’s half past two by the time I’m at the cafe. I’m met in the foyer by Claire, one of Ashley’s colleagues. She’s wearing a yellow bracelet, too. She catches me looking and nods. “I’m in stage two,” she says. “But this has happened to me several times, so I’m not gonna say a thing. It was even worse for me because I’m single, so I had to get my brother to sponsor me.” She blushes. “She’s in the family restroom. I’m gonna go distract Brad.” That would be the third colleague in their little venture. I knock on the door. “Ash, it’s me.” The door unlocks. I take a step inside. What I see: She’s sitting on the toilet, a wet spot visible on the front of her purple panties. Her skirt is in the sink. There’s a small puddle in front of the toilet. Her eyes are red and puffy. “Oh, Ashley, what happened?” I ask. She stifles a sob. “I set an alarm just like you said, but it went off just as we were leaving for lunch so there was no time. And then we had some bubbly with lunch, and Brad said something funny, and I felt myself leak. I ran here and didn’t fully make it. Oh, Jake, it was awful.” “This is a minor mishap,” I said. “Did you at least get some of it in the toilet?” She nods. “There you go. Special circumstances.” I hand her the bag of clothes. “I just picked some stuff.” “You’re the best.” I watch her strip, which reminds me I didn’t get to have that wank, and I briefly consider doing her right there. It would be even naughtier than wanking in the men’s room, but I don’t think she’s in the mood for it. And it would be kind of disrespectful to leave her colleagues waiting. Not to mention mine, although I have little sympathy for them. I work my ass off at a job I hate. She wipes down her legs with wet paper towels, then puts on the jeans and underwear. “Oh, Jake, did you really think I peed on my shirt too?” She asks, once she realizes the bag’s not empty. “Just in case. You didn’t give me any details.” I shrug. We leave the restroom hand in hand. A waiter gives us a nasty look, but then he sees the yellow bracelet and turns around and gives me an awkward thumbs up. Huh. I might want to remember that for the next time I feel like banging her in a public restroom. Seems like young men and women going to the restroom together is entirely acceptable if she’s wearing a potty training bracelet. We rejoin the little party in the cafe. Brad is on his third drink, while Claire is doing her best to distract him from the fact that a forty-five minute lunch is looking to be twice that. I tell them to get back to work, but I’m gonna have lunch because I’m starving. “I just wanna go home,” Ashley says. “No, no,” says Claire. “You gotta get back up on the horse. It’s the only way to do this.” “I agree,” I say. “You could say you got sick and had to go home, but then everyone will think, one and a half hour lunch, did she get drunk?” It’s a cheap shot, and probably the wrong thing to say. I can be an asshole sometimes. It’s a wonder she’s with me. Claire shoots me a warning glance and I don’t elaborate. “I guess,” says Ashley. I grab her hand and look her in the eyes. “You’ll get through it, because you’re strong and beautiful and smart,” I say. Claire blushes; probably she didn’t expect that. Brad looks uncomfortable. He wants to be anywhere else. “I hope you’re not having second thoughts about our plans, Brad,” says Claire. “No, of course not. I’m gonna get a cab back to the office.” When he’s left, Claire sighs. “He’s out, isn’t he?” Ashley asks. “Could go either way. But it’s not your fault. If he can’t handle working with women, who have to deal with women’s problems, then he wasn’t the right fit in the first place.” I eat a BLT sandwich while the women talk. Claire is a natural motivator: she’s funny and finds a positive side to everything. I like her. By the time I’m done eating and the women have had another glass of wine, they’re pretty much agreed that this was a happy accident. It exposed a bad culture fit with Brad, after all. I drive the women back to work, then settle in for a long evening at the office. When I get back home, there’s a note on the fridge—pasta to reheat—and a yellow sticker next to the white one from this morning. Ashley’s gone to bed. I pour myself a Whiskey and before I know it, I’ve fallen asleep in my chair.
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  6. Part 1: The Lurch “Look what arrived in the mail today!” My wife says, beaming. The light from the window in the front door reflects off the metal on the choker she wears with my name engraved on it, in lieu of a wedding ring. She’s holding a ripped-open envelope in one hand and a yellow bracelet in the other. It looks like one of those Live Strong bracelets that used to be popular until Lance Armstrong’s fall from grace. Come to think of it, I’d noticed quite a few young women wearing them lately. I hadn’t really given it much thought. “What’s that?” I ask. “It’s my potty training bracelet! It comes with a certificate and everything!” “Your what now?” “Did you already forget the papers I had you sign last week?” She says, cocking her head slightly to the side, in the manner of a dog, the way she does when she’s not quite sure whether to be disappointed in me or not. Truth be told, I did forget. She woke me up all excited when I’d crashed into bed early after a long day at the office, and I’d signed them halfway comatose and promptly forgotten about it. “You did forget, didn’t you.” Her mouth curls downwards, and her cheeks take on a tinge of redness. “You were agreeing to be my potty training sponsor. You promised!” This had started two months ago. I woke up in the middle of the night to her tugging on my sleeve. She was scared, saying something about thinking there might be an intruder in the house, and then there was a… lurch. That is the best way I know to describe it. Like a glitch in reality. Once, stupidly and never again, I smoked Salvia while in college. That feeling of leaving reality and being catapulted into fractal space is my best reference point for what happened. Something fundamental to reality shifted, and for a moment, all I saw was numbers and geometric shapes superimposed on the world, and I remember thinking long nights at the office had finally unmoored me from my sanity. But the whole thing, the feeling of flying upwards, of seeing myself from the vantage point of a fly on the roof, the world overlaid with brightly colored numbers, sequences of letters that resembled computer code, and rotating cubes and pyramids and cylinders, lasted only a few seconds. Then I was back to reality, but reality was not the reality I knew. I am an avid amateur photographer, and I’m very familiar with the phenomenon of chromatic aberration. This is a sort of halo pattern of incongruous colors that can envelop an object set against a bright background, like a leaf against the sky. The world was like that, now: I could see purple and green fringes around my wife, silhouetted against the streetlight outside our bedroom window. I still see the chromatic halos sometimes, but not all the time, and every time, it reminds me that something is not right in the world, or more likely, something is not right with me. But the world did not stop revolving because I had a religious experience, if that’s what it was. Time kept flowing, and my wife was still afraid and tugging at my sleeve. That’s when I discovered that something else had changed. “I wet the bed. Promise you won’t be mad?” My wife said. This was something of a regular occurrence. Before the Lurch, she would wet the bed about once every couple of months. Occasionally she would even wet herself during the day because she puts off going until the last minute, and when the last minute arrives, she better be seated on a toilet or there’s going to be tears. These incidents frustrated me, because they involved having to do laundry in the middle of the night—when I’ve been struggling to get a good five hours every night, constantly worried about work—or having to device an exit strategy and leave an outing early. I knew she couldn’t help it, and I considered the humiliation punishment enough, but secretly it would leave me in a poor mood for the rest of the day. Oddly enough, there was a contrary impulse, seen only occasionally. Sometimes, I would look at her, urine dripping down her legs, tears threatening to overflow, lip quivering, squeezing my hand, and I’d be seized by what I can only consider the better angel of my nature. Instead of frustration, I would be filled with an overwhelming sense of love and duty. She was my girl, and I loved her, and she was in distress, and it was my duty to take her of her. This impulse always somewhat disturbed me. I had always considered adult women who called their boyfriends “daddy” and wouldn’t walk across the road without holding his hand to be kind of creepy. When my wife lifted the covers, I was shocked to learn the extent of how much reality had been rewritten by the Lurch. She was wearing a pink adult diaper. The form of her shapely butt was obscured by the fluffy contraption. Underneath it was a clearly visible wet spot where the diaper had leaked. I must have looked shocked, because my wife asked, “Is it really that bad?” I figured this new reality must be some alternative timeline where I had convinced my wife to wear a diaper to bed to save on cleaning. That didn’t seem to implausible, all things considered, so I set aside the thought for later. Why did it have to be pink, though? Well, no matter. Time to deal with the matter at hand. “I’ll take the bed, you go take a shower,” I said. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” She looked slightly disappointed as she crawled out of bed, a small trail of urine glistening on her thigh. In the morning, I discovered that things were worse than they seemed. My wife woke up and made a point of letting me see that she was dry. When she saw my confusion, she instructed me to put a finger inside the leg band of her diaper. It was indeed dry, except possibly a little sweaty. Not surprising, given she’d emptied her bladder in bed three hours earlier. She’d never wet the bed twice in one night. When she dressed, she surprised me by removing the dry diaper and putting on an adult-sized pull-up diaper with a Disney Princess theme. “Uh, honey?” I said. “Yeah?” “I know you had an accident last night, but don’t you think that’s a bit much? You going to wear that to work?” “Silly man,” she said, rising on her toes to kiss me on my forehead. “Of course!” Then she pulled on a pair of jeans over the diaper and skipped out of the room. I would come to learn that this was indeed the new reality. My wife, normally so independent, wore diapers every day and every night, and she would bug me about changing her until I relented. And the strange thing is, that feeling of love and connectedness I had occasionally felt while helping clean up her infrequent accidents returned. Every time. It was like a drug. I hated it, and I craved it. It wasn’t just her, though: Once I knew what to look for, I noticed many young women with bulkier butts than their physiques strictly warranted. Sometimes it was subtle, other times, a waistband was revealed when she stretched up to reach for something on a tall store shelf and her shirt rode up, or when she bent down and I could see, with some embarrassment, up her skirt. I began noticing young women being led by the hand towards family restrooms in public by older adults, sometimes women, usually men. And once or twice I even saw a young woman having her diaper changed on a public park bench, while others looked away either out of respect of embarrassment. It seemed in this reality, girls weren’t potty trained at the same time as boys. Nor was the same kind of privacy afforded to bathroom matters. I did see some young women use regular restrooms, or at least enter them alone—I wasn’t about to sneak in and verify that they were peeing in the toilet—but they seemed to be a minority. Some of the older women who could still be called young, in their mid-twenties, wore the same kind of choker which I had given my wife as a present for our bedroom activities. The one that had a small metal heart with my name on it. She’d never worn it openly before, but now, she put it on every day before work, and rarely took it off except to shower or sleep. And she wasn’t the only one. Once I discovered that my wife did not possess the wedding ring I had saved up six months to get her back in my timeline, but seemed to wear the choker as a substitute, I began obsessively observing women’s hands. I found the ones who seemed to be in the presence of a boyfriend or husband never wore rings, but often wore chokers just like my wife. Back in the present, my wife stomps her foot. “You promised!” She says. “You promised and you lied to me...” Her lip is quivering. “No, no,” I say. “I did promise, and you’ll hold me to it. But I don’t know anything about this stuff. Give me some time to do some research.” “Really?” Her eyes shine. I notice a bit of the old chromatic shimmering around her, a purple fringe around her features. It seems to flair up when she does something that contrasts with the personality of my original wife, back in my dimension. That woman was fiercely independent, and would never stand for something like this. In fact, it was the contrast between her independence and those rare moments when she’d submit to my authority, in the bedroom or when she had an accident, that made her so irresistible to me. “I promise, Ashley.” “Yay!” She says, and kisses me on the lips. I let her call her friend to deliver the news while I sneak out of the room and frantically hit up Google. And that is how now, one week later, I find myself knocking at the door labeled JOHN WATERS, POTTY TRAINING CONSULTANT / WATERWORKS CONSULTING.
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  7. It was a busy day at target for Maria. She was on her feet all day helping out customers on the sales floor, as well as organizing the shelves and making sure the displays look good. She been drinking out of her water battle throughout her shift and she had a coffee 2 hours before hand during her lunch break. Maria is a short brown mexican girl with black hair. She is slim but with a round butt. She was wearing the standard target uniform which is a red shirt and khaki pants. She finished downing her water bottle but her urge to pee didn't really hit that hard yet. Her shift ends at 6pm and it was already close to 4. She did feel a bit uncomfortable after all that water and coffee. Including the fact that she didn't pee since she woke up this morning. So she decided to go downstairs and run to the restroom real quick. As she was going down on the escalator, one of her managers was waiting for her. "Maria, micheal here is assigned for cashier but he hasn't had any cashier training can you help him out?" Maria felt another twinge in her bladder. But she didn't want to say no, she had to help out the trainees, especially considering the fact that there was only one other register open and they need at least two so the lines won't get so bad. "Sure thing" "Ok well micheal leaves at 5 so the training will be for an hour, I'm pretty sure he'll get the hang of it" Maria didn't feel the need to go that bad. Just slight discomfort. "I can get through this, at 5 I will just close the register and go pee, I'm pretty sure another one will open up" Maria thought to herself. So she was standing next to micheal as she explained the scanning and bagging process as they both checked out several customers. Micheal was struggling a bit at first but after a few minutes he was getting the hang of it. 30 minutes into this, maria felt more discomfort in her bladder. She was fidgeting as well bobbing up and down on the spot. They kept bagging, scanning and ringing up customers. It was 4:45 Maria felt a throbbing pain. She was fidgeting even more and shaking up and down with more intensity as they were quickly bagging and scanning. 4:55 a tiny spurt came out of her urethra. She leaked a little bit but it was no bigge. Or so she thought. It was 5 more minutes till micheal leaves and the training is over. She was breathing a little more heavily. 5:00 Micheal left to clock out. He did notice maria's need but didn't say anything. He waved goodbye and went to clock out. Maria turned off the sign for the cashier line. There was a few customers there. "Ok this register is going to close please line up at-" She was interrupted by one of her coworkers. "Manager says to stay at the register until the end of your shift" That was until 6pm! She still had to deal with the agony for another 6 hours. She crossed her legs and bit her lip. She leaked a little more. "O-ok" She turned on the lights for that cashier line. "Nevermind we the line will stay here" The customers scrambled a bit in order to get on the same line again. She was shaking up and down while biting her lip as she kept ringing up more and more customers. She kept making that "Tsss" Sound throughout. A few drops kept coming out. And she briefly crossed her legs and then uncrossed them. At this point the customers started to notice her predicament. Every now and then even the products were mocking her. Everyday stuff that you won't bat an eye at was pure torture as it reminded her of her need. Like big packs of toilet paper, diapers, water gallons, water bottles. 5:25 She was ringing up a customer who had a few things. He was drinking from a water bottle. It was those that you squeeze into your mouth as well. She kept trying not to look as the water squirted into his mouth. "Oh sorry I got thirsty, can you ring this up as well, im not trying to steal water or anything" Maria was breathing heavily, she was breathing deeply. Her cheeks were flustered as she was breathing so hard her cheeks were doing that bloated breathing thing you do to deal with pain. She briefly got through her agonizing trance "It's ok I can ring it up" She finished ringing him up and bagged all his items and gave him his receipt. The line felt like it wasn't get any shorter, in fact it felt like it got even longer. 5:35 She kept doing that "tsss" Sound as her legs were shaking. She couldn't stand still at this point. Her legs kept moving around but she still fought the urge to just run off as she kept ringing up customers. 5:40 her legs were locked tight Her eyes were starting to tear up. She had a spurt of pee go through her urethra and it stained her panties. She didn't know of she was gonna make it. She ran towards the cashier behind her. "H-hey do you know if you can cover me for 5 minutes" She said with a strain in her voice. She leaked a little more "Sorry im busy, you just have to wait until someone from the sales floor comes by, or you can radio a manager or something." Maria crossed her legs and put her hands in her crotch. She didn't even care anymore. She spoke into her walkie talkie. "Hey can we get a manager or anyone to assist me in register 7 please?" She waddled back to her register as a concerned customer was waiting for her. "Are you ok?" "Y-yea I'm fine" Maria forced a laugh as another leak came out. She ringed out that customer. She had quite a few things 5:45 Her walkie had a response "Sorry we are busy here, but you can hold on for a bit right?" "Sure thing" Maria was almost in tears. Her bladder felt like it was the size of a watermelon. She was shaking as she forced herself to ring up more customers. 5:52 She put both hands on her register and bent down while biting her lip. There was a few customers left. It was starting to slow down. And she was leaving in a few minutes. She had yet another spurt. Her panties were wet at this point. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She kept ringing up the last customers with her sheer power of will. She was openly pee dancing while she was finishing her last customers. 6:00 Another leak. She had a wet patch in her crotch. She saw the time and turned off the sign for the cashier line. But there was one last customer left. He had some paper towels, chips, juice, and just her luck toilet paper. "Ok we are closed everyone" "You are still ringing me up right" "Y-yea" She whinced as she the toilet paper. Oh how she fantasized about the relief she can feel in a bathroom. She quickly rang the guy up, scanned, bagged the goods, and he was ready to pay. "Card declined" Maria was sweating, she couldn't handle this pain anymore. She was on the verge of tears. She leaked again but she crossed her legs so he won't see the wetness. "Oh sorry this is an old card, forgot to throw it out, let me try this one" Maria felt like the world was torturing her at this point. But the card worked! She gave him the reciept and quickly signed out of her register. Maria made a maddash for the employee room. She saw a line of people clocking out. Her manager was there too. She leaked again. The bathroom was across the hall. She was about to run for it but as she was running, her manager grabbed her arm. "You have to clock out first, don't run off like that" Maria bent down and gasped for air. She was in excruciating pain and the bathroom was so close. Now she had to wait to clock out. 6:08 It was her turn to clock out. Her hands were shaking. Its as if her entire body was filled with pee and her cognitive functions weren't even functional. She struggled to put the buttons right and made a mistake. She had to put her code again as she was grabbing her crotch. She had a big noticable wet patch at this point. Another spurt. She put in the code. It worked. She dashed across the hall to the bathroom. It was locked. "Locked for cleaning" The sign said. Maria was in tears, she was feeling dizzy, she wanted to throw up. Her bladder was giving out. The pee was starting to flow through her khakis. She ran to the men's room. "What the fuck" One of her coworkers shouted She didn't care. She locked herself in of the stalls, pulled her pants and panties down at superhuman speed, and peed for what it seemed to be several minutes. The absolute bliss. It felt like an orgasm or something close to it. The pee kept flowing into the bowl endlessly. Her eyes rolled back at how amazing it felt. Her mouth agaped. She didn't care that she was in the men's room. She didn't care that her panties and khakis were wet from earlier. She finished up and washed her hands. The guy was gone, bathroom was empty. Her pants were still wet. But thankfully she had some shorts in her bag in her locker.
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  8. Hi guys! I’m back with another desperation and wetting story. This one happened quite recently about a week or so ago, so let’s jump into it! First of all I would like to apologize for my lack of content over the past few months, I’m a university student now and this period is really hectic with lots of things to do, my schedule is filled everyday and I have no time for omorashi. However the things I need to do are getting lesser day by day so hopefully I can find myself more time to indulge in omo and share my experiences with you guys. This happened a week ago. My schedule was really packed that day with lectures in the morning and afternoon. I woke up in the morning with a relatively full bladder; my roommate was done using the bathroom and I went in to relieve myself of a whole night’s worth of pee. After that I got dressed with black panties and black leggings, as well as a skirt on top of that all. I put on a bra and a matching shirt and proceeded to pack the stuff I need to get through the day. I packed my large bottle as well so I could get through the day while staying hydrated. Short description paragraph for those of you that may have forgotten my image: I’m 19 years of age, standing in at a petite height of 5’2 and weighing about 100 pounds (I really need to eat more). My bladder size is smaller than average so I fill up faster than most people. Blessing in disguise I guess? Back to the story. I had lessons all the way until 12pm, followed by a short lunch break of 30 minutes and another 2 and a half hour lecture. For unknown reasons I was really thirsty that morning and finished my whole bottle of water even before lunch break, which is about 50 oz. I got through the morning without much needing to pee despite that. By the time it was lunch break my need was only at a 3/10, nothing significant enough to worry about. The queue to get food was longer than usual, meaning I had no spare time to rest, let alone visit the bathroom and pee. I finished my food and drink in 10 minutes, then I refilled my 50 oz bottle in the cafe for the afternoon. It was already 5 minutes before the start of the lecture and I certainly did not want to be late. My friend bought me starbucks which I happily accepted, and went in the lecture hall. My need at that point was only a 3.5 or 4 out of 10 so peeing was not on my mind. In hindsight I had a lot of liquids in my system already. There was 50 oz from my bottle, around 10 more from the drinks I had during lunch, and 16 more in the starbucks. Although I did not feel it yet, they were certainly going to make themselves known by me. My small bladder is about to get punished harshly 🙂 About an hour into the lecture I was starting to get bored, when my needs got more prominent. The need to pee at that point was at a 5 and I was starting to notice the effects of so much liquids that I consumed prior to that. I thought it was no big deal at that point as I could definitely hold it through the whole 2 hours, I have been in a similar situation of feeling the need to pee just after the lesson started. I put no thought to it and continued listening to the professor. An hour and a half into it and I was really starting to feel the effect of my bladder. My need has increased to a solid 6 and I was seriously doubting if I could make it out of the lecture comfortably. At this point I was being very optimistic to make it to the bathroom after the lecture with dry panties. I was certainly not planning on doing a hold that day but I got careless and ended up like this. I think my bladder was out of shape from a few months of not holding, so with the lack of practice naturally it can’t hold that much. I was starting to get fidgety in my seat from the need so I crossed my right leg over my left and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to subdue the urge. With half an hour to go my need has increased substantially to a 7.5, occasionally spiking to an 8. I was getting very fidgety and squirmy in my seat as I try to hold back the fluids in me from leaking out. My movements that point to hold it in was more frequent, squirming back and forth in my seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, bouncing knees and trying to grab my pee hole from my butt so it’s not that obvious. My friend sitting next to me who knows about my fetish noticed and asked me “Hey Kayla what’s wrong? You look like you are shaking all over” “Oh nothing’s wrong I’m just.. I’m just a little cold” I stuttered a reply while trying not to give away my need of the bathroom. “Do you need to pee?” She asked, having seen my tell-tale signs of desperation too often. I told her maybe just a little quietly and she gave me a naughty look, asking me to hold on. The lecture was finally over, but my need has further increased to a 9/10. After hearing that we are dismissed I was overjoyed that I can make a mad dash to the bathroom in my room; relief was near and I can avoid an embarrassing accident. I stood up after packing my stuff into my bag, which caused my bladder to contract. That movement released some pee into my panties, which I instinctively crossed my legs tightly and jammed a hand into my crotch to hold it in for a little longer, simultaneously dropping back into the seat to remain discreet. My friend gave me a weird look as she wished me good luck holding it back to my room. I began the walk back to my room where the bathroom was(my room had a bathroom which I shared with my roommate), peeing was my top priority now as I wanted to avoid an embarrassing accident. Fortunately for me my room was quite close to the lecture hall. I walked towards it with a full bladder while pausing occasionally to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to avoid losing control. I made it to the room without leaks except that first one which made my panties damp, and was surprised to see the door unlocked. My roommate was in the room for some reason unknown to me at that point, my need has increased to a straight 10 as relief was so near. I threw my stuff on the floor and dashed to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. I was horrified as I found myself locked out of relief. With legs crossed, a hand in crotch and bent over from desperation, I called out “Hey Daniella are you in there” while frantically trying to push the door open. My roommate told me she’s having a stomachache. “Please Daniella could you hurry up I’m literally about to piss myself here” I replied while pee dancing on the spot. My bladder opened up again as another leak came, this time bigger than the previous. I stuffed both hands into my crotch, grabbing my pee hole to stop the flow, but the wet spot was bigger. Lifting up my skirt to examine it I found the wet spot to be as big as a tennis ball on my leggings between my legs. After that my roommate told me to look for another bathroom if I was that desperate as she was going to need a while. With no choice I went on to look for another bathroom to pee. My bladder was absolutely screaming for me to empty her now, and leaked again. I felt my fingers in my crotch dampen as I squeezed my muscles back harder. I really could not hold it anymore and had to pee as soon as possible. I had to walk in such a way that there was constant pressure on my pee hole, so my need could be reduced ever so slightly. The downside is that I had to walk slower, and it looked like a waddle which would be embarrassing when people saw me. Finally I got to the next bathroom on campus, but was horrified to see a long line of about 10 girls! I was certain I could not hold that long so I had to look for another bathroom on level 2. As I was climbing the stairs I leaked again, and again, and again despite that hand on my pee hole. I leaked so much that the wet spot extended way past my butt and was starting to show up on the front, lucky for me I had the skirt to cover up a portion of it. I finally got to the bathroom but there were still 3 girls in line! Having no choice I joined the queue while pee dancing on the spot, with tightly crossed legs and bouncing around. The next leak told me I could not hold it anymore. All of my pride thrown aside, I walked up to the girl next in line, with a hand in my crotch I said “Please sorry I’m about to piss myself I can’t hold it anymore may I please please go in front of you” while turning bright red. She stared at me awkwardly but eventually agreed. My need increased tenfold, with relief being so near, but finally it happened. I heard a flushing sound and that was my bladder’s cue for relief. No matter what I did, the pee contained inside came gushing out. It was not a leak, not a dribble, but a total loss of control. I was peeing myself, standing next in line, the piss inside me came out full force with a hissing sound. It streamed down my leggings front and back, soaking my shoes and pooling around my legs. The girl in the bathroom came out, along with the 3 girls behind me in the queue, and watched me while I wet myself. I was humiliated but the relief felt amazing. After that I apologized profusely and went back to my room to have a shower and a change of pants and got along with my day. My roommate Daniella stared at my glistening wet pants and was quite compassionate about it, she helped me wash up. My friend saw a change of pants and assumed something too 😉 So that was my story! In the future I will have more time so hopefully I can spend more time doing holds. Stay tuned! Kayla
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  9. Ferry’s open loading bay looked like a gigantic cigarette pack, dropped onto the dock, Nadia thought in between other, less amusing thoughts. Panting, the beautiful brown-haired girl was quickly walking up the ramp to the huge ferry garage as her suitcase was bouncing up and down on the surface, clearly designed for cars, not humans. That was precisely her opinion on the whole port of Naples. Because they clearly did not understand that some people who only want to get from the train station to the port don’t have time to change money to Euros and therefore don’t have 50 cents for the bathroom, or any Euros, for that matter. They also weren’t aware that some of those people could be on the verge of peeing themselves in such a situation. To say that the pretty Polish girl was on the verge of peeing herself would be an understatement, though. She was already on the verge of urinating on the bus, now her bladder – hard as a stone and stretched like a hot-water bottle, according to her sensations - was threatening to explode in her pants. Moaning and twitching, but having no time for the bathroom, she aggravated her toilet situation to the extreme now, running into the yawning mouth of the garage, while a cool breeze – finally some air conditioning in this heat! – was playing with her ponytail, caressing her bare shoulders. What choice did she have now, except jumping in the water? Her train was late, then her bus was late, she barely made it on time for check-in and instead of looking for a toilet around this giant parking lot of a port, she decided to take her chances and go straight to the ferry. But having entered the garage, she wondered if jumping to the water was such a bad idea. She didn’t want to miss her trip to Sicily, her friends were already waiting on her on board. At the same time her bladder was throbbing ferociously, making her whole body suffer and endure its treacherous surges. She didn’t pee for a very long time and with each hurried step she thought she would pee her jeans, but somehow that wasn’t happening. Some port workers were turning their heads at the sight of Nadia’s athletic figure, especially her rear, hugged tightly by a pair of blue jeans. Sweat was pouring from her forehead, her gait became jerky because of her bladder, and by the look on her face you could say that she was rushing from Pompeii and Vesuvius had begun to erupt. But she didn’t mind them staring at her, this was the least of her problems. The pretty 23-year-old had her private Vesuvius to worry about, filled with water, torturing her and threatening her with the most embarrassing situation she could imagine. 4 hours, no less. From morning till noon, her pee reservoir filled and filled. She was clenching her legs on the train, she was twisting herself in knots on the bus, she was bobbing up and down in the line to check-in, now – if not for the adrenaline – she would have fainted from heat and pressure, but was conscious enough to get racked with surging discomfort, almost staining her panties at this point. Running up to the lift, the lines of her panties clearly visible through her jeans, Nadia knew that if she were to start weeing, not only her underwear would be soaked – her jeans would be absolutely drenched, it would be an eruption alright. She pushed the button and stood there waiting, losing her mind from her convulsing bladder. Tears started to well in Nadia’s eyes. Her grey tank-top has become sweaty and clung to her skin, as did her panties. She couldn’t possibly know for sure, but she thought she could feel her private parts swell under the terrible strain from her ballooning bladder. Knowing that she’s almost peeing, Nadia’s head was spinning, looking for a make-shift toilet in the garage, trying to ignore the stares of the passers-by, some of whom found her problems amusing, staring at the girl as if she was a form of on-board entertainment… Nadia didn’t find anything, except more reasons to feel awkward. Cars. Cargo. People walking around constantly – some of them grinning or chuckling, others looking at her with unexpected concern. Shaking and almost crying from severe pressure, she managed not to wet herself before the elevator came, and then stepped in, dragging her luggage across her foot inattentively. “Ouch!” Feeling her sphincter getting numb, Nadia pushed the 8th floor, but then briskly stuck her hand back to her crotch, moaning softly from a merciless surge, clutching her pee hole as strongly as she could. Nadia’s face flinched hard, her green eyes pooled with tears and she couldn’t hold it this time, and a 3 second spurt wet her panties, already humid from sweat. - No, I’m not pissing, no! – she said under her breath, not wanting to admit the strength was leaving her. She forced her body to endure, but she was definitely losing it now. Nadia didn’t even notice at first that the elevator closed and started moving. Well, at least she’s not wetting herself in front of all these Italians down there. But she had a decent chance of doing so in front of the tourists up top, maybe even her friends, and that thought – along with another warm spurt – suddenly made her cry. She was trapped there. She had already started peeing herself, and the pain almost made her black out there and then. Her bladder was too taut, her muscles too weak, her underwear too wet. Clutching herself vigorously, Nadia bent over and felt tears flowing down her hot cheeks. She gathered all her might to fight off another wave, but all that achieved was cutting off a 4 second stream that has been absorbed in her jeans this time. - God, no, no God, please, no! Another stream came out and made Nadia’s fingers wet with glistening yellow water. Her legs shaking, she screamed in anguish and started to sob hysterically. She lost. Her jeans are wet. She couldn’t feel or control her pee-hole, her urethra was pumping urine into her underwear at will. Nadia was never so close to an absolute disaster. Tears streaming down her cheeks, sweat dripping on her breasts, she was twitching, on the verge of letting her river out in full force. Just as the elevator was opening, the young Polish girl felt her dam burst once again, but this time she lost the ability to stop the trickle, and the stain in her crotch began to grow steadily. Crying uncontrollably, she bolted out of the elevator, almost knocking over two Italian girls with her suitcase. They started to grumble at her, but then, looking at her butt, gasped and dropped their jaws, seeing a big wet patch on her jeans. Her screaming bladder kept soaking her jeans: she left a distinct trail of droplets on the floor. Luckily for her, the majority of the passengers seemed to be in the bar or chilling out on their seats, and aside from two Italians, nobody has seen her shame yet. She was also happy to see that the ladies room was really close to the elevator. Frenzied, she dropped her bag near the door and dashed into the empty bathroom. Her jeans were already warm and soaked down her knees, but she soon learnt that it was nothing yet. Unzipping her jeans on the way to the cubicle, she finally burst and began flooding her panties with a river of piss. Her yellow water wasn’t trickling anymore, it was splashing everywhere. Shocked, Nadia felt hot urine seep into her sneakers. With a pale yellow torrent hitting her palms, she managed to wobble into the cubicle and suddenly froze. Seemingly in a trance, she hallucinated it was not happening to her. For a moment she felt a tremendous relief and was just standing in front of the toilet bowl spraying urine down her legs and onto the floor. Her bladder was hurting for a reason; it was an ocean of piss gushing out of her sopping-wet panties. Her jeans were all shiny and drenched, too. A puddle was quickly forming under her feet right in front of the toilet. All of a sudden Nadia understood it was real, turned around and plopped down on the toilet, not bothering with her panties. The realization of what she had done made her sit there speechless and aghast of what happened. With a long sigh, she released what was left of her bladder contents without struggling.
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  10. I was drinking lots of water at work so hot VID_20190806_150143344.mp4 and running around need to pee bad. I was hurting too need to pee bad. It felt good letting it go.
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  11. Hi. Sorry for my This is my first story. My cousin was 12 or 13 years old when she urinated before my eyes. We played hide and seek with other children, and hid from them behind the house. My cousin suddenly said: "oh ...". I was on my knees and saw urine flowing from her short white shorts. She wrote through her shorts to the ground. When I asked her about what had happened, my sister replied: “I didn’t want to stop playing, but I could no longer endure, and suddenly I realized what was leaking, but did not restrain myself» . The cousin did not embarrass what happened, but she asked to be taken home to her to change clothes. This was the first time I saw wetting, but not the last. Thanks for reedeng.
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  12. This is another story I decided to reedit to share here. Unfortunately, this one has a lot of backstory to it. I don't think it gets in the way of the wetting though. Either way, the story is set in a world of many different types of elf-like people, Our protagonists are 'Zindu', part of a special group of maids/butlers that serve high society (and sometimes do sneaky assassin/spy stuff if necessary). All of the Zindu, are Xin elves, who have an unfortunate form of emotional empathy that makes them great service staff but also means that when people get horny around them... they have trouble not getting horny as well. Their great embarrassment is that while they try to appear classy to everyone else, in private their hormonal years are usually spent in a sexy feedback loop. Anyway I've only written one Omo story in this setting so far. This paste has some extra setting notes. This one has the other stories that have no Omo, just a lot of semi-lewdness with Princesses. Zilli and Xander's First Mistake Xander wanted to think he didn’t have time to worry about the Zilli problem. If he ignored her, maybe eventually she would go away on her own. She could, if desperate enough, request permission to leave her role with the Queen. But he knew better. No Zindu would pass up the opportunity to work for the Queen. It was dangerous, it was difficult, and it was everything that a member of the Zindu could ever hope for. She was the ultimate client, it was the chance to do the most for the world. His presence disrupted that for Zilli, he was an opposite number that could steal her glory. He could tell himself it was his assignment first, and that he couldn’t let the small-minded thoughts of those beneath him slow him down, but he still stayed out of his own room for the whole night. He stayed busy until exhaustion threatened to knock him out, then hid out of sight until he thought that woman had left. In the morning, he snuck back to his room. He found Zilli gone, her new bed made, her belongings locked up tight. Xander let out a sigh of relief, and cleaned himself for the new day. He didn’t have any new task, but he was sure the princesses wouldn’t give him the luxury of a day off. Besides, he had to show Zilli that she couldn’t slow him down, couldn’t disrupt his progress with the people of the palace. He catalogued the events of the previous day in his journal before locking it away and moving to the halls. In particular he stayed on the lower levels. He was worried about princess Nuuna, and considering he once saw her walking the bottom floors among the servants, he thought it might be possible to see her there once more. The servant girls in the halls were nearly all fair-folk, moving quickly to some place or another. They all had hands filled with towels, pans, or trays. Some could be heard barking commands, letting personal servants know what food to deliver, what linens to grab, where they were needed most. It was a simple brute force method of service, but Xander respected it. The Zindu were not common maids, and so didn’t have to worry about solving every little inconvenience in the lives of a great many. They served the few, and they served their particular wants and needs. It allowed them to go above and beyond to help, it gave them time to understand what was necessary instead of what was asked for. “She’s dead, no one to talk.” Xander’s ears perked up and he stopped mid-stride. He was near a cross-section between two halls, and women were passing in each direction. Regardless, the words reached him crystal clear. He looked around, trying to find anyone that might look suspicious, but all he saw were different variations of the same maid uniform. He continued to walk, but focused on the different voices, trying to catch the same tone. “It will end, because we will make it end.” Xander dodged a girl running with sheets over her shoulder before turning toward the voice. A maid was with a noble, neither appeared to be Fair-folk, but among the sea of common girls it was easy to overlook them. They turned a corner, and Xander followed, trying to pick up on what they could be talking about. He still had reasons to believe that the attack on Princess Opel was a staged diversion, meant to throw him off the trail of a real assassin within the palace. But these weren’t Nodru, and that meant if these were involved, then the conspiracy against the royal family was larger than he previously suspected. He hid just around the corner and watched as they walked toward an office. He pretended to pay attention to the different women walking past the intersection, but instead focused on the body language of the two having their clandestine meeting. The maid was the one who was talking earlier. Her hair was black, her face a little dour. It was possible she was a Medika. Her serious expression matched her terrible message from earlier. She held herself taller than any maid, and seemed fine delivering her foul message. “This isn’t the place for this,” the noble woman with her said, “all I know is that we can’t rest while there is work to do.” The noble was without a doubt Medika. Unlike her servant partner, the noble had all the marks of the magicks inclined women from the valley of yore. Xander felt a shiver go up his spine. Maybe it was the idea of betraying the Queen-of-All, it disturbed him to the core. He didn’t have proof yet, but that just meant he needed to investigate. Zilli’s high pitched voice broke his concentration, “what do you think you’re doing?” He whipped his head around to see her approaching from behind him. She was in her usual uniform, a black frilled skirt, a black coat with a red vest underneath that wasn’t unlike his. So that was what he felt. She looked rushed, her stance rigid, and her eyes barely focusing on him. Xander put up a finger to shush her. She didn’t move to slow down, but she didn’t miss a chance to chastise him. As she prepared to walk past, he could see she was going to go around the corner right toward his suspects. “I swear it, if you are trying to cause more trouble, I’ll report you-” Xander grabbed her by the arm and shushed her again. He almost didn’t hear it over Zilli’s mindless aggravation. The maid said, “step in just a moment, I’ll show it to you.” The door opened, and while Xander held Zilli, the maid and noble stepped into the room in the hall. The door slid shut behind them. Zilli forced herself from his grip, and for a moment her face was flush with panic before going back to her usual frustration. “Keep your hands off of me, I haven’t forgotten you that quickly,” Zilli said as she brushed down her skirt. He nodded toward the corner and hall beyond. Despite everything, he knew that her skills could be helpful in a situation like this. She was trained as a member of the Zindu, and that meant that even while resistant, she had expertise that made her far more useful than anyone else on the floor when it came to unraveling a dangerous plot. “What?” She said, leaning around the corner for just a moment to see a closed door, “what do you want? I have important matters to attend to.” “Is it a client?” Xander asked with genuine interest. Zilli looked away from him and shuffled from foot to foot, “no, it is none of your business.” “Then you must help,” he replied, “it could be a matter of the Queen’s safety.” She looked like she was ready to bolt at any moment. He could feel the nervous tension coming off of her, knotting up inside her, along with something else. She was conflicted, but he couldn’t worry about her small obstructions. He needed her help, this was her chance to prove she was a Zindu first, instead of dedicated to standing in his way. “If you give me a moment,” she started, looking one way then the other, “I’ll return and help. But for now, you should know a Zindu melds to the motion of others, not their own path.” She was quoting the book at him again, he stood taller, “that applies to you here as well.” Zilli opened her mouth to reply, then shut it before flushing with embarrassment. The door clicked open again, and Xander stood up straight and pretended he was in a deep conversation with Zilli about some business. Not difficult, but important. The maid and noble were quiet as they left, but they made their way down the opposite hall. “Come,” Xander said, grabbing Zilli by the wrist and dragging her toward the room the two suspects just left. He tried the door, found it unlocked, and pulled Zilli inside. It was a dim room with two beds along each opposite wall. The furnishings, small desks, cabinets, chests, it looked like a room for high level servants. It wasn’t unlike his own room, just with more open space, and set up for four women instead of two Xin. “To the Black Jungle with you Xander!” Zilli spat in anger as she escaped his grip again, “do you refuse to learn? I have no time for your madness.” Xander turned to her, “Zilli, please. I overheard the two women that walked out of here talking about the Nodru assassin from before you arrived.” Her face went blank, then stern, “The one you stopped?” “Yes,” Xander said. She wrestled with the idea, shifting from foot to foot again, a level of nervous twitching he had never seen in Zilli before. It was unbecoming of a Zindu, for sure. “Well of course they were, it was a big event,” Zilli said. Xander started toward the first desk to his left, “they were talking about satisfaction in her death, that it would keep her silent. They were keeping a secret, I need to find out what that maid is hiding in here. She must keep some sort of record of her movements.” Zilli turned toward the door, then back to Xander, “not if she were intelligent. Either way, this seems like a job better handled by one rather than two.” Xander cleared his throat as Zilli went to move, “When seeking woken words, one may do the work of many. When seeking written wisdom, every eye is the Zindu’s ally.” Now Zilli squeezed her fists at her sides, and closed her eyes in frustration. “as if you could… fine then, let's hurry!” She went to the opposite side of the room, and started at the desks there. The first desk was just full of small notes, written by different hands. At first he thought his mission was already finished, but as Xander looked them over, he realized they were love letters. The maid had different fans from outside the palace, and was occasionally getting correspondence from each of them. He closed it up and moved on to the next one. It was locked, a feature the other desk didn’t have. “Nothing here,” Zilli said as she moved from the first desk to the second on her side. Xander opened his vest and pulled out two pins, before starting on picking the lock. He didn’t know how long they had before someone returned. If they were caught, he didn’t know what excuse he would give to get them out. No matter what, it would raise suspicion from the conspiracy. “N-nothing,” Zilli said, a shiver in her voice as she spoke, “can we go now?” “Check the cabinet here,” Xander said as he continued to pick at the simple lock, “almost done.” She walked over, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Zilli stop in place and squeeze her thighs together before she cracked open the cabinet and looked inside. It was tall enough to fit both of them, fully standing. Then again, it held hanging clothing of a Medika and Fair-folk woman, so that wasn’t too shocking. “Just clothes,” Zilli said in a hushed voice. There was a click from the desk, and Xander popped it open, “got it!” Inside was a small journal, not unlike his own. There were also a few folded up notes on simple paper. Nothing looked suspect, everything looked neat. “Can we go now?” Zilli snapped at him. He reached out to grab the journal, then heard footsteps at the door. Xander and Zilli looked at each other, then he pointed at the cabinet. He closed the desk, and they rushed to the cabinet before closing themselves inside. Zilli stood at his side, and Xander got closer to the crack in the cabinet to look out. “I can’t believe you,” said the noble woman as she walked in ahead of the maid, “all this walk and talk, and you forget it.” “This isn’t just on me, Gottiva,” the maid replied, “i’ll grab it for you and we can go.” Next to him, Zilli was shuffling around. It was just enough that he could hear her pleated skirt swishing against the clothing hanging in the cabinet. He hushed her with a finger, “what are you doing?” He whispered. She was in a panic, and at first he couldn’t concentrate long enough to figure out why. Her hands were clenched tight, her thighs squeezed in, her eyes shut and head shaking. “If you must know, I need a pot,” Zilli whispered back. The thought sank in, and immediately Xander could read the messages he had so foolishly missed. It was so confusing at first, but now he could see it all. Her frustration, her need to be elsewhere, her anger that he would drag her farther from her goal. Now he had her trapped in a closet with possible assassins between her and where she needed to be most. All because he wanted to spy on two women who had yet to show any signs of being dangerous. The maid was out of view now, but he was able to watch the noble, Gottiva, as the maid struggled with something out of view. “What is taking you?” Gottiva snapped. The maid replied, “the lock on here is fast stuck, weird.” Zilli’s breathing was getting louder. He looked over long enough to see her squeeze a hand between her legs. She was struggling, and unable to hide it from him. When she looked over at him, her eyes were watering. She was trembling. When their gaze met she looked away from him. He whispered in her ear, “hold on, they’ll leave soon.” Xander believed that. They were probably here for the journal, and then they would go and he could get Zilli out. Not that he wasn’t enjoying her suffering a little for how she treated him. She wanted to act like she was the only adult, the only one in control of herself. Now she couldn’t even control her bladder. Unfortunately, thoughts of Zilli suffering, crying out in her weakened state, her shame, it only triggered something inside of him. He shook the thought and tried to concentrate on the conversation, but the thoughts were there. He didn’t want to admit it, but they were exciting. Zilli nudged him in the side, and with tear-filled eyes, whispered at him, “stop it.” “There,” the maid said as the drawer thudded open, “got it!” “Finally,” the noble said. He could see the maid again, coming into view with small papers in hand. The journal was still in the desk? “Do you think they’ll be able to pin it on her?” the maid said, “the guard is on alert, after all.” The noble rolled her eyes, “they are already preparing for war, and like the Queen, they are always prepared to blame a Nodru.” Almost done. Xander looked to Zilli and saw that she was doubled over forward, her head short of the cabinet door. Her arms were shaking, her whole body trembling. She couldn’t keep still anymore, her feet moving up and down, her legs wrapped around each other, her hands tucked tight into her crotch. There was no more unlady-like image you could find. It was like an animal, trained to avoid the punishment and shame of leaking indoors. “We’re almost clear,” Xander said, reaching out to touch Zilli on the back, “hold on.” She shook her head no, and whispered, “I can’t, I can’t.” If she released while they were still in the room, they would be caught. It was imperative that she held back her flood. But he didn’t know how to help with that anymore than reporting what was going on just beyond the cabinet doors. “Make it count then,” the maid said, “only so many Nodru wandering the castle, after all.” The noble woman scoffed, “one less, soon enough. Come on, or we’ll be late.” Zilli’s every muscle was in rebellion. Her hips were swaying from side to side, every muscle in her face squeezing and contorting, her breath coming in sharp quiet Swip noises. Her hands dug deeper between her legs, trying to find whatever leverage they could. Her rear was pressed out behind her as she tried so desperately to keep everything inside. It was difficult not to watch it like a dance. It was a celebration of a moment that neither of them could stop. At that point, Xander wasn’t sure if there was any way she was going to make it to a chamberpot before she burst, but all she had was desperation and hope. The two women opened the door, and started out. Xander whispered, “you’re good,” and touched her shoulder to comfort her. Zilli let out a sharp gasp of surprise, and then her whole body went stiff. There was a sound, a short splash of water against the cabinet floor. “Uh…” Zilli shuddered, her lip trembling as a tear went down her cheek, “oh no…” The women at the door stopped, their ears perking at the sound. “What was…” said the noble, “you hear that?” Zilli let out a small squeak of shame, and Xander looked down to see a small rivulet of moisture trailing from beneath her skirt, making the journey down her thigh before dripping to the floor with thuds that felt louder than hammer swings. “Hold on,” Xander whispered frantically, “just hold the rest.” Her hips began to sway again, her hands digging for new traction, her arms squeezing. Her rear was bobbing up and down, and her chest pushed forward. Xander couldn’t hide his excitement now, there was no way. That strange loop between them, his own excitement flowing into her which brought hers back to him, it turned even moments like this into unexpected moments of arousal. The noble woman took a step back inside the room and looked around. Medika hearing wasn’t the worst. Not as good as Zindu, but not the worst. Zilli shivered from head to toe, and another splatter hit the wood floor, followed by louder and more rapid drips. She sniffled, tears pouring down her face. “I think they’re doing work next door,” the maid said, “weren’t you worried about being late?’ Gottiva took a step back, but kept watching the cabinet as she did. A short deluge escaped between Zilli’s fingers, and Xander couldn’t help but turn and watch now. He could see the moment they would happen in her expression. Her frown deepened, her eyes closed tighter, her hips dipped lower, then a cork was released for just a moment before it was stopped up once more. “You’re right,” Gottiva said before heading back to the door. they closed it behind them. “They’re gone,” Xander said, “you can go now.” Zilli’s voice came out in small whimpers, “I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t stop.” She was gasping, crying, her whole body locked up. Xander was conflicted, scared even. He wanted to help her, but he knew she would hate his solution. The flow was now just the occasional drip, she was keeping herself contained now. Somehow she was still afraid of releasing in front of him, or maybe just hoping to maintain some last bit of dignity. Xander took a deep breath, then moved closer to her. She tried to shuffle away, but her feet refused to move, her whole body was twisted over itself. He touched her cheek, and she looked up at him. Her eyes wet, her face a mess. Xander pulled her to a standing position, fought against the last bit of muscle strength she had. “What, stop,” Zilli sobbed, “please.” Xander pulled her forward, approached her for a kiss. Zilli’s eyebrows peaked in confusion. But as he got close, she didn’t fight it, she puckered up. Their lips met, a soft and warm contact, mixed with the moisture of her wet tears. “Go ahead and let go,” Xander whispered as he pulled her arms from between her thighs. She struggled, but had nothing left to fight with. Her arms were pulled to her sides as their lips held together, their breath intermingling. She let out a labored sigh, and he heard the rapid splash of her bladder starting to void on the wood below. He let her go and watched the look of relief that overswept her. Her exposed legs twitched as the river rushed between the gap of her thighs and splashed thundered to the floor. “Ooooh,” she groaned in satisfaction, her eyelids fluttering as she finally found full relief. For a moment he was afraid she would collapse, but she stayed on her feet. Her breath was heaving as she finished, her eyes looking anywhere but into his. Then the stream turned to soft drips, and Xander couldn’t help but smile, “feeling better?” Zilli stood tall again, and for a moment her stance made him take a defensive posture. She looked ready to swing, her face going flush and her eyes going wide. Then she shoved her way out of the cabinet, and into the room. “I can’t believe you!” she hissed, “I absolutely cannot believe you. You monster!” “Zilli!” Xander said as he came out of the cabinet, looking around to make sure the room was as they left it before he became so focused on her performance. She was pacing now, “I was almost there before you pulled me aside for this… this… what was this?” “Zilli!” Xander repeated, going over to the desk he broke into earlier. “What!?” she snapped. “We found them out,” he said as he pulled the drawer out and started to look at the folded notes. “We did?” she said with a few rapid blinks, “I mean, even if we did. This is not acceptable. You… you ruined my uniform! This is against the way of the Zindu. Plus you took advantage of my situation.” He examined how it was folded to make sure he could get it back, then started to open the note, “Technically, you ruined your own uniform. Also, you got some on me, so you ruined mine as well. And I did exactly what was required, by the letter and to the book. Do you wish to argue that?” Zilli looked ready to reply, and then thought better of it. She was the one who had jeopardized the operation, and shamed herself. His little kiss was nothing in comparison, even if it was problematic. “Maybe I do,” she said, but she stopped looking at him as she said it. “Zilli,” Xander said as he scanned the note. She huffed, “what! What do you want now?” He pointed to the mess in the cabinet, “if we’re going to go unnoticed, you’ll need to clean that before you head back to the room.” Her face flushed, but she managed to build up enough anger to look back at him with indignation. “This is all your fault, though.” she said, looking like her tears were going to start fresh. He refolded the note, and then looked her over. Her legs were soaking wet, and her black skirt had a large noticeable wet spot from her groin down. If they weren’t careful, any further time around each other would get bad, fast. Just looking at her he could feel their connection starting to accelerate, his fascination with her increasing by the second. “You’re right,” he said, “I’ll clean. You go clean yourself then I’ll meet you in our room. Then we can discuss what to do next.” Zilli looked down at her skirt, and let out a sigh. She perked up and asked, “wait, what are we doing next?” Xander smiled, “we have to find a Nodru in the castle, so we can stop this conspiracy in its tracks.” The note would hopefully at least get the guards back on his side. But if there was another Nodru to blame another attack on, he couldn’t make anymore ground until they were found.
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  13. The Iron Queen

    That is, after all, the traditional omo story ending.
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  14. Version 1.0.0

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    Alison Rey - Hitachi over diaper
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  15. Hi! Doing holds & intentional wetting is actually very hard, thanks to big family of mine (me + 7 people). We are currently enjoying vacation on our summer cottage, which makes things even more complicated. There is ABSOLUTELY no possibilities for this kind of stuff. BUT. Today I was lucky. Everybody except me went to see our aunt (50+ kilometres) & shopping. I stayed at our cottage because I had "stomach ache". My stomach was really hurting a bit at that point, but only for natural reasons (you might guess...). So here are videos of the result. Wetting: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BvPFRmDwDcA95QBi4a1dJEenmALNWl3B/view Rewettings: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1aNHOjDP3qVCm8gpT2Vsch_odhtz91YV3/view?usp=drivesdk https://drive.google.com/file/d/125yCNuLxEZ0YJTbeGSUvGyYTYk7BaWjV/view?usp=drivesdk https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_7BFksva1eUFkhaf8OWd6r0THsYDHvoe/view?usp=drivesdk (sorry for my poor English, I'm Finnish)
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  16. Biku animation

    I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy! pee_Trim.mp4
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    Sundoll takes part in a medical trial that causes some... unexpected side effects. Contains regression, panty and diaper wetting.
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  18. Omo Chamber

    Welcome to the Omo Chamber! You shall decide the fate of an unlucky girl... Rules Of Thumb: 1. There is only one room, a bedroom, so you cannot go to other places. 2. Any item you wish shall materialize with ease. 3. There is no hunger or bowel movements here, just pee. 4. The room can be filled with any furniture and can have rooms like bathroom or closet. 5. It is only one person in the room, unless otherwise specified... 6. Any messes will automatically be cleaned. 7. During the story, you can hear every person (or one person)’s thoughts and you can ask them any questions. 8. Choices won’t only affect yourself but the story as a whole. So the choices aren’t just what the girl chooses to do but instead what naturally happens. Another point: -After they pee, it is over. You can choose another scenario with the same character or begin a new one. That is all. Let’s begin. Pick your stats. Name: Hair/eye/skin color: Age: anywhere from 16-22 Bladder size: small, med, large Free free to add any other elements I must have missed. Scenario (pick one) -Self-motivated (she has the fetish and wants to hold it herself) -With a male dom (give stats for the male) -With another female (they both want to hold it together. Also give stats for her) Everything else (like clothes) can be decided further into the story.
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  19. Version 1.0.0

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    Another VK find. This one is a young blonde girl with glasses peeing her tights. She strips at the end, so warning nudity.
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  20. This morning I woke up needing to pee. Not really bad, but enough that I got it in my head to hold my morning pee. I started it off by finishing the water bottle that I'd started the night before (it's a 1L reusable nalgene bottle). I refilled the bottle and then went about making my breakfast, waking up slowly as I did so, and sipping on the water. For breakfast I had oatmeal, a few hardboiled eggs, and of course a cup of coffee. I'm not human until I have coffee in the morning, but it definitely makes me have to poop. By the time I'd finished breakfast and the first liter of water, I was definitely feeling a need on both sides. Even though at that point it had been over ten hours since I'd peed, I was surprised to realize that by need to poop was much greater than my need to pee. I sat there for a while, working some and chatting on an omorashi-themed discord. Two hours after I'd woken up I started a second liter of water, and when I got up to refill it I really felt the urgency in my bowels. When I started the third liter of water, things were getting bad. I had to poo so badly I couldn't even tell what was going on with my bladder. My belly was distended but I really didn't know what was what. All I knew was that I was getting successively greater waves of need to poop. I'd get up to give my cat some food or put dishes in the sink, and I'd find myself breathing heavily and having to keep stopping what I was doing to concentrate on holding it. I finished my water bottle at about 1:30, three hours and change since I'd gotten up. At that point I got up to do my dishes, and as I was walking to the kitchen I was surprised by the feeling on my anus opening ever so slightly and a little ball of poo squeezing its way into my pants. I couldn't believe it. This has never happened before, an actual messing accident. I stood there blinking in shock, and suddenly felt the need to dance in desperation. I waddled all over the apartment trying to contain the mess that was trying to force its way out. Finally I thought I'd regained control and went back to the sink to do dishes. Things went find for a while, but at some point I leaned over to put something away and more mess forced its way out of me. I had to stop again and gain control, but no sooner did I start back at the dishes but an even bigger lump came out. By the time I finished the dishes I had a small but significant load in my pants. At this point I started limping around, trying to hold it, and periodically failing. At one point I tried walking the length of my apartment as if I were walking normally (instead of hobbling around) and boy was that a mistake! With every step more poop oozed out, completely out of my control. There wasn't much I could do by then. Walking, standing still, bouncing around, standing up straight, doubling over. No matter what I would have more mess in my pants every thirty seconds or so. I had resolved to hold until 2, and at 1:52, I went back to the sink to wash the last thing I had left, a metal straw that needed to be washed with a pipe cleaner. I turned on the water, got out the pipe cleaner, and tried to drip some dish soap down the straw, only to find my control slipping completely. A load pushed its way into my underwear no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. Finally I went into the bathroom and got in the tub. I was surprised, as I stepped over the tub's edge, to lose, not more poop, but a nice big squirt of piss. I'd been so focused on my messing that I'd completely forgotten about the extremely full bladder I obviously had from 3L of water a a cup of coffee. I lay down in the tub and felt my load squish underneath me. Lying there, my need to pee reared its head with a vengeance. I finally relaxed and flooded my sweatpants with piss. As the floodgates opened I let myself relax further and a mountain of shit came rushing out, filling my underwear and overflowing the leg bands into my pants. It felt amazing, needless to say. Once I'd caught my breath, I gave another push and out came more piss and shit. It was as thorough a mess as I've ever made. After it was all out I made myself come while lying in my mess, and then just lay there and relaxed for a few minutes before cleaning up. It was my first real poo accident! I've been doing this since I was a teenager but never have I had this experience before. Hope you got a little enjoyment out of it too!
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  21. View File Cute Girl With Glasses Pisses Her Tights Another VK find. This one is a young blonde girl with glasses peeing her tights. She strips at the end, so warning nudity. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 08/13/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Other
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  22. This is perfectly normal and due to the fact in a long hold you are in fact training your mind to ignore signals from your bladder and therefore your initial release is the bladder overriding the brain and ‘making a point’ that it shouldn’t be ignored. Then the pause is the resetting of the signals. Then when things ‘calm’ enough the brain then receives a second signal from the bladder that it wants release and this time because the bladder has already recently overridden it the brain ‘accepts’ the signal this time, allows your whole body to relax and therefore you can pee freely. I hope that makes sense? This is why although these experiences can be highly enjoyable they medically and neurologically shouldn’t be done too often or your brain learns not to listen Tom your bladder and you can lose control of your holding power until your body and brain relearn again.
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  23. @Super awesome Could you disclose which VK profile you're getting these from? Perhaps you could provide a link.
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  24. When you buy these kinds of videos, they don't show up on your credit card as "PISS PORN" or anything close to that. They give a vague name to not give away what it truly is. Something like "Sunset Studios" or something similar to that. Plus, the banks don't care what you spend your money on. They'll only flag something if it's some huge amount they're not used to seeing in your spending patterns, or if a transaction was made in a country you're not native to. In summary, there's not a lot of risk involved. And you're supporting the models. Just make sure the seller is credible. Most checkouts on any site, not just fetish sites, will either have the URL in light green or a "lock" symbol alerting you that information entered on this page (checkout) is secure. Hope that helps.
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  25. Peeing into a diaper or underwear of latex or something similar, causing it to fill and expand every time I pee.
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  26. Starting to feel desperate B4A840EC-EB10-49EE-8E10-84F16D1E92B3.MOV
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  27. I don't know if alcohol drinks help me hold it longer, but I know from experience, that makes my decision making more daring and tend to screw up with my holding ability, making me have a real wetting accident more often than when I'm sober.
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  28. Just starting a nice long hold- can’t wait for my bladder to be bulging and full!! 🙂
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  31. This happened a few years ago but I recently relayed it to a friend which has reminded me. It was truly the most agonisingly desperate I have ever been in public and maybe ever. I was 16, studying for my GCSEs, when my class went to see a play that we were studying for our literature GCSE. It was in the evening of course and at the time I was on a crash diet so just prior to leaving I had a meal replacement shake and a tin of soup. As these were in the place of food I failed to consider them as liquid that maybe I shouldn't consume just before the theatre. We arrived with very little time to spare and the foyer and bar area were very crowded with a long queue for the toilets. For this reason, despite needing to go, I decided I would have no problem holding it until the interval (failing to consider the shake and soup). My friend got drinks for us both and returned to me with two very large cups of coke. Either they had run out of medium cups and so charged the same price for a large or she had just got large because she didn't know what I wanted, I don't remember exactly. We went into the theatre and took our seats, on the front row of the balcony which was very cramped due to the age of the theatre. I was squished in between my friend and a male teacher who sat with his legs spread due to the limited leg room. It was not comfortable. Ten minutes in I realised that not going to the toilet first had been a mistake because I had become desperate. But I continued to drink the coke believing it wouldn't have time to get through my body before the interval anyway. By half an hour into the show I was bursting, my bladder an extremely uncomfortable presence, my thighs pressed tightly together and I was wishing fervently for the interval to come soon. I had already drunk all of the coke because thirst is a side effect of crash dieting as anyone familiar with it will know. The interval never came. It turned out that the play had no interval but simply ran uninterrupted for almost three hours. I sat in my seat, trapped between my friend and teacher in the middle of the front row (of the balcony, it was a school trip after all and they're the cheapest seats) for over two more hours with my bladder in desperate agony. The only thing keeping me going was that I believed the interval to be due any moment and later that the play must be about to end. My heart was pounding with fear that I might wet myself, something which had never seemed possible to me beyond childhood as I had a strong bladder and routinely held throughout whole school days or trips out. But this intensity of desperation was unprecedented, I held on in agony as I feared that my poor bladder might simply give way. When the show finally ended I felt no relief as I knew I then had to wait through everyone filing out of the seats and the inevitable post show toilet queue and every second was another second of pain. We finally headed out of the auditorium and down some stairs, my bladder providing fresh agony with every step, only to find it led straight to the street outside where we were being lined up and counted onto the coach. Thankfully my friend was also in desperate need and we asked a teacher if we could run back inside and he reluctantly allowed us. The best part was that when we got there, after waiting in a luckily short queue, the two of us stood in front of the vacated cubicle going "you first" "no you first" until a second one opened up. (Going through doors together is just as exhausting, I usually give in first and accept her politeness.) And then I had possibly the most relieving pee of my life. Except that when you're that full it takes a good few seconds of peeing before you start to feel any relief. So that's the story of the most desperate I've ever been in public (since childhood anyway). It wasn't enjoyable for me at the time but it's fun to look back on.
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  32. 1. Filthyphoenix: Sombra, bladder bulge 2. Evab: Masyanya, comic 3. Phentaie: Bladder filling 4. Pain: Queen Charlotte, bladder bulge 5. Soundwave012: Karai comic 6. Lapiss: Gamer girl, bladder bulge 7. PantyPirate: Goblin girl & Orc girl, pee desperation 8. BladderFull12: Cashier boy, bladder bulge I mixed the order so 2 requests in a row wouldn't be made for the same person
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  33. Thanks for the feedback!
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  34. Been lurking for as long as I can remember and decided to get around to writing a short little story. Never really written one of these before, so lemme know what you think. I'm still figuring out the formatting, so some stuff might be a little wonky. - - - “You okay down there?” Saiga set her rickety machine gun down beside her. She inched closer to the newly-made hole in the floor, put her hands against her knees, leaned forward and stared down into the pit. She could see nothing but black. “Pinkerton?” She knelt down, picked up a pebble and held it up to the setting sun. It barely managed to cover it and orange-red light threatened to spill over the rounded stone. It's probably small enough she thought as she tossed it into the pit. It bounced around in the dark with several quiet clicks before falling silent. “You didn’t seriously die on me, did you?” There was a quiet cough from down below. “Please stop calling me that!” cried the voice from the bottom of the hole. “...But I’m okay. This hole isn’t deep, it’s just-” the voice was cut off by another series of coughs. “It’s just really dusty down here. The fact that I can’t see a thing isn’t helping all too much either.” “Do you want me to throw down a light?” Saiga dug through the olive synthweave webbing on her chest and pulled out a cherry-red flare. “I’ve got like… twenty of these flares we found on that loser I rolled back in Wei’s territory.” “That won’t be necessary, but thank you for-” “That hole looks kinda dark, Pink, I should probably throw in another one just to make sure,” she remarked as she pulled out another flare. Nervous laughter could be heard from the pit. “No really, it’s fine! I think my eyes have adjusted to the-” Saiga shook her head and crammed the flares back into the webbing. “You’re right. You know what we need?” she asked as she pulled out a coil of cable from her rucksack and began measuring out a length of it. “One of them brush grenades. Y’know, the kind that turns red-hot and throws around sparks n’ shit.” “Saiga, you’re freaking me out!” She laughed, a distinctly high-pitched and cheerful sound. A sound that betrayed her usual rough-and-tumble demeanor. “I’m just playing with you, Pink! I’ll have you out in a sec, just grab onto the rope when you see it,” she chirped as she began lowering the cable into the pit. “But I can’t see…” “You’ll do fine.” She continued to lower the cable foot-by-foot until she felt it come in contact with something on the other end. “End of the line, have you got the rope?” The sound of fumbling and rocks tumbling echoed up from the hole as Pinkerton fumbled around blindly for the dangling cable. Down at the bottom, she found herself sitting atop what felt like wood and stone debris. She could see Saiga’s silhouette peeking her head over the hole above her. Shakily, she stood up, dusted off her shorts, and checked the blue metal-framed rucksack strapped to her back, feeling each of the little compartments to make sure everything was in order. It felt okay, but then again, she was completely blind. If Saiga fell down here, we’d have to spend hours just picking up all the bullets and bombs that’d come tumbling out of her bags. How does she even carry all of that anyway? It’s ridiculous! She thought as she swayed under the weight of her own considerably lighter bag. Once she had righted herself, she clumsily continued to feel around for the cable. She swiped at the darkness, though her hands met only air. She tried it one, twice, thrice, but each time she only brought back a clenched fist filled with dust and disappointment. Through clenched teeth, she grunted softly and stamped her foot against the debris below, nearly causing her to lose her footing. “Everything okay?” “I’m fine!” She took a deep breath and tried again. She outstretched her arm in front of her and felt around when -- something brushed against her fingers! Without skipping a beat, she grabbed hold of it and was more than pleased to find that she had her fingers wrapped around the cable. “I’ve got it!” she yelled up to Saiga after tugging on the rope twice. “What do I do now?” “Hold on tight!” was the only reply. Saiga looked around for something to loop the rope around. They were holed up in what looked like stone ruins of a forgotten manor, left to weather away in an endless field of sunflowers. To her left was a stairway leading to nowhere and to her right was the entryway, in which four ivy-covered columns stood without a roof. She took the remaining coiled cable and gave the length some slack as she walked over to the columns and ran it across its pale weathered surface. If one closed an eye and looked at it from afar, the setup vaguely resembled a sloppy sideways pulley that’d been put together by a child. Feet planted firmly and rope held tight between her gloved hands, she gritted her teeth and began trudging back towards the pit, pulling Pinkerton out at the same time. The column, despite cracking ominously, held up. Soon enough, Saiga could see the top of Pinkerton’s head, her long black hair stained gray from caked-on cobwebs and dust. With a few more tugs, she was back on solid ground no worse for wear. “You got a little bit of something on your-” Saiga gestured to her hair, “...everywhere, actually.” “I think it got in my mouth,” she said, wrinkling her face as she tasted the bitter grit. Saiga immediately reached for her aluminum canteen hanging from her belt, unhooked it, and passed to her, nearly thrusting it into her arms with eagerness. “You can wash it out with this.” She unscrewed the cap and drank greedily from it. Walking ten miles through hills and fields with the hot sun burning above would leave anyone feeling like raisen. Then she noticed the taste. Her eyes went wide as an overwhelming bitterness overcame her senses. “Oh, I almost forgot!” Saiga chimed in as she put her hand over Pinkerton’s mouth, stopping her from even thinking about spitting it back out. “That’s not water. Remember that black stuff that guy was boiling outside of the village the night before we left?” “Mmmmm!” cried Pinkerton with her mouth full of poison. “So I bottled some of it and had a few sips. Guess what? It gives you so much energy, like unbelievable amounts of energy. It tastes terrible, but now that I think about it, it’s what you need right now.” “Nnnmmmm!” Pinkerton had shut her eyes in agony. Why did I hire you?! She found herself thinking over and over again as the sheer bitterness began to cloud her mind over. “Besides, we’re…” she looked over her shoulder at the sunflower fields behind them, then back to Pinkerton “...pretty far from the village. It would be silly to waste anything this far out. Bitter tears had begun to well up in the corners of her eyes. “Just swallow the rest of that and I’ll let you go,” she responded, taking the canteen from Pinkerton with her other hand. With much hesitation, she bit the bullet and swallowed the lot, shuddering all the while. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Saiga asks as she holds up her end of the bargain and let her client go. Upon being freed, Pinkerton immediately hunched over and started coughing up a storm as Saiga left her to go and gather the cable. “Why do you keep messing with me?” she asked as the coughing fit died down. Saiga looped back around the column and came back with an armful of cable, “What do you mean?” “The fire threats, holding my mouth shut -- and the name thing! You keep calling me Pinkerton! That’s not even close to my name, it’s Julia, my name is Julia!” Saiga stopped gathering cable, sidled up to ‘Julia’, and put her arm around her shoulders. “I know you’re new here, but this place is harsh. You asked me to be your bodyguard, so that’s what I’m doing!” “By putting me in constant danger…?” whispered Julia. “By making you stronger. You’ll be thanking me by the time we make it to the Towers.” “Well what about the name thing? I’d really appreciate it if you… called me by my real name,” Julia said as she slid her glasses up and wiped a tear from her eye. The topic brought a smile to Saiga’s face, much to the chagrin of Julia. “I give all my clients names, it just makes it easier for me. You should be happy, you’ve got the best one so far!” “Well… what were the others?” Saiga tapped her chin, “So far I’ve had a Blue and a Green.” “I’d rather be Blue than… Pinkerton.” “Pink, everyone knows that Pinketon is the best of the lot,” Saiga replied, suppressing a chuckle. “What does that even mean?” “When we stop by my place, I’ll show you.” Julia stared at Saiga expectantly, thinking there was more to conversation than just that, but Saiga had nothing more to say and went back to coiling up cable. Julia in the meantime walked over to the entrance of the ruin, this time taking extra care to avoid any loose-looking stones in the floor. She sat down on the terraced stone patio, in between two of the four lonely-looking pillars. Loosening the straps, she wiggled out of her rucksack and let it fall behind her. With that load off her shoulders, she finally took the time to dust herself off properly. While she worked, she watched as the sun was swallowed up by the sunflower field before her and sky gave way to reveal a blanket of stars. Once she’d finished up, she leaned back against her rucksack and relaxed for what felt like the first time in days. She’d been laying there for awhile when she heard the sound of footsteps and rattling metal behind her. “Hey Pink, look alive!” She sat up and turned around to see Saiga approaching with her machine gun slung over her shoulder. “I poked around the ruins a little more. If you keep walking past the stairs, there’s a little nook that can’t be seen from the outside, I set up camp there. You’ve got first watch tonight, wake me up when it’s my go.” she said as she extended the gun’s bipod and set it down beside Julia. Julia poked the side of the weapon, almost expecting it to bite her. “You know how to use that, right?” “Of course,” she shot back. She was lying through her teeth, she was terrified by the prospect of even having to look at that machine. Saiga nodded as she dug through her webbing and pulled out a curved slate-gray magazine and set it down beside her gun. “I don’t think you’ll need it, but better safe than sorry, right? Take care of my gun, I’ll see you in a few hours,” Saiga said, finishing her sentence with a yawn. She gracefully spun around on a heel, and walked over to her nest and out of view, leaving Julia alone on the terrace. Julia laid down on her stomach facing the field, shouldered the machine gun, and began her watch. Twenty minutes in, she realized that Saiga definitely wasn’t lying about the black liquid’s effect. Despite the hardships of the day’s journey, she felt great. I could keep this up all night! She thought to herself as she idly pressed her legs together. Though there might be side effects she didn’t bother to inform me about. It struck her that in the past eight hours, she hadn’t stopped once to relieve herself. This was partially because she hadn’t been drinking much, but more importantly, she hated having to squat down in the bushes knowing that Saiga was probably watching from the distance with some smart comment to make. She does it too, but it’s different with her. Sometimes she just ‘goes’ standing upright. How am I supposed to respond to that?! Julia’s pale cheeks flushed as she thought back to such incidents. She wasn’t the prim and proper type herself, but she felt like Saiga took it too far. With quiet sigh, she tried to push the thoughts out of her head, but the intrusive thoughts were too powerful and flooded her thoughts one after another. Hold up a sec Pink, I -really- gotta piss, whispered imaginary Saiga as she unabashedly began to unzip her olive trousers and spread her legs. Julia shut her eyes as tight as they’d go, but it wasn’t any good. She could already hear the sound of liquid trickling onto the ground as it faded back into memory. Aaaah~! You know, the first time I tried this, I ended up having to waddle back home with piss running down my legs. It’s not hard once you figure it out though! Imaginary Saiga said while gently swaying her hips, spraying her golden stream every which way. Check it, I’m writing my name! I just can’t stand it! It’s so gross, why does she get to be so… comfortable about it? Julia lamented as she snapped back to reality. She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to force herself to focus back on the field, but it was no use. All of a sudden she found that she couldn’t concentrate to save her life, and the ever-present feeling of growing fullness in her bladder wasn’t doing her any favors. She knew exactly what was going to happen, but she was going to try her damndest to put it off for as long as possible. Fidgeting and squirming, she refused to leave her post atop the terrace. She looked down the sights of Saiga’s machine gun and picked a spot on the field to focus on. This kept her mind off her needs. For a moment, the urge vanished entirely and Julia thought she was in the clear. She listened to the gentle whistle of the breeze and the chirping of crickets all around her. Maybe she’d be okay after all? In the corner of her eye however, she saw the weapon’s ironsights shake. That’s peculiar... is it supposed to be doing that? She thought as she looked down at it, expecting to find a cheeky-looking Saiga rattling it from just out of sight. Julia’s trembling had gotten so bad, even her hands were shaking. There was no putting it off, she had to, in her own words, “excuse herself for a moment”. She stood up, and was surprised by how much harder it was to hold it in standing up. With the timidity of a mouse, she let out a whisper of a gasp, thrust her hand between her legs, and pressed her knees together as she held on for dear life. To Julia, it felt like she was fighting a battle, but anyone watching would have seen a young woman’s embarrassing rendition of the potty dance. Without another thought, she stiffly waddled over to the edge of the terrace’s steps and fumbled with with button to her faded denim shorts. The second she felt it release, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulled them down in a single motion and squatted down right there on the spot. Without even the slightest input from her, Julia’s bladder released. She blushed furiously as her powerful stream sprayed against the steps below her, forming a sizable puddle and continued to flow down the terrace like a small citrine waterfall. Julia clasped a hand over her mouth as she exhaled in relief while hot urine continued to pour out of her. Aah! I need to be less noisy, or else Saiga might hear! she thought as she looked over her shoulder at Saiga’s little corner behind the stairs. She was relieved to see nothing suspicious from that end of the ruin, but was less relieved at the sight waiting for her as she looked forward at the sunflower field. A dozen silhouettes stood about thirty meters away from the steps of the terrace, waiting and watching. She froze up, though her bladder showed no such mercy. One of the figures appeared to take something off of a sling on his back, and leveled it at the ruin. In an instant, an arrow struck the step just beneath Julia, bounced off, and rattled down the terrace. They were under attack! “S-Saiga!” Julia sprang to her feet and pulled up her underwear and shorts. She felt the front of her shorts grow warm and damp as her body continued to release. She managed to stop the flow, but the damage was already done. She couldn’t see it in the dark, but she was sure there was a visible wet patch on her shorts. Don’t worry about it now, just get the gun! Another arrow whizzed past her as she scooped Saiga’s gun up in her arms, nearly buckling under its surprising weight, aimed it at the rapidly approaching figures and squeezed the trigger. There was a shower of sparks and a deafening series of explosions as Julia fired off a burst at her attackers. One by one, silhouettes disappeared into the sunflowers as they all dove for cover. Julia squeezed the trigger again, firing blindly into the field below. This time, however, she forgot to pull her finger off the trigger, and the recoil was too much for her. She fell backwards onto the cold stone floor, wincing slightly as her wet panties were forced against her. Now on her hands and knees, she scrambled for the machine gun as the figures from below began emerging from their floral hiding sports and stormed the terrace. She peeked over the edge of the stairs and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw one of the figures was almost upon her. Now that they were face to face, Julia could see the true nature of the attack. The man before her was a well-built looking man dressed in roughspun tunic and trousers, and was holding a wickedly-sharp sword high over his head. Upon his left shoulder was a single beaten pauldron riveted to a second piece of metal that just about covered his heart. The whole setup was held together by a series of belts, and confirmed Julia’s worst fears. That armor -- these are Wei men! She closed her eyes as she sprayed him down with a hail of bullets. When she opened them, she could see a cloud of gunsmoke and the curled form of the man at the foot of the terrace, cursing and clutching his leg as blood began to seep into the leg of his trousers. But as he fell, another three bandits rushed the terrace and began making the climb. Their curved blades glistened in the moonlight as they each held them high and prepared to strike her. She felt her heart skip a beat. “Saiga!” Her legs quivered. She pulled the trigger once more, firing off a burst that cut down the left two bandits, but by the time she leveled the barrel towards the third, the weapon clicked empty. “Saiga help!” The machine gun, still red-hot and smoking, clattered as it fell from her now-limp fingers onto the floor. She tried to turn and run to Saiga’s nest, but in the blink of an eye, the bandit had already climbed the steps, ran up to her and struck her in the stomach with the pommel of her blade knocking Julia flat on her back. The bandit stood over her, blade raised and poised to strike. Paralyzed with fear, Julia barely even felt it as her bladder involuntarily released the rest of its contents. Julia trembled in a growing puddle of her own urine as a quiet hiss filled the air. Even in the dead of night, anyone could tell that she’d pissed herself from massive stain soaking into her shorts. “Saiga…” she choked out. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran freely down her cheeks. The bandit wavered. “Fuck, are you pissing yourself? Really? You can’t keep watch, you can’t aim, and you can’t even die properly…” The bandit sighed and scratched the back of her head. “...plus you’re starting to make me feel bad.” Another Wei bandit ran up from the terrace and approached the pair. “Ryan’s out, and Switch n’ Mantis got hit. Did you take care of the gunner?” he asked as he slowly looked down at Julia. “Uh… I guess you did.” “Tycho, go tell the others to move in and sweep through this place, we know there’s at least one more hiding around here somewhere.” “Sure thing, I--” Before Tycho could finish speaking, a deafening shot rang out. Tycho dropped like a sack of potatoes and tumbled back down the terrace. The female bandit spun around when a second shot caught her square in the shoulder. She stumbled forward a few steps and collapsed next to Julia. Out from the shadows came Saiga, wielding an stubby-looking revolver no bigger than the palm of Julia’s hand. “Saiga!” Julia yelled as Saiga picked her up like she weighed nothing, slung her over her shoulder, and carried her back towards the nest. “They were everywhere, there was nothing I could do,” she whimpered. She tried to steel herself so she could appear strong in front of Saiga, but there was no salvaging her appearance at this point. “Don’t worry, Pink. Just let me take care of this. I’m your bodyguard, remember?” Saiga passed the stone staircase and ducked into a low stone archway that lead to a small hallway. At the very end of the hall was a small alcove just big enough for three people and a campfire. It was one of the few parts of the ruin that still had a roof, and there stood their campsite -- a small tent and a pile of Saiga’s belongings. “Alright, let’s have a look at you,” Saiga said as she set Julia down in the hallway, propped her up against a mossy wall, and knelt down beside her. “Wait a sec, you’re bleeding pretty badly,” Saiga said as she checked her over for wounds. “I’m not bleeding,” Julia whispered as she lowered her head. “It’s soaking into your shorts, we need to get these off,” Saiga said as she began reaching down to remove them.” “That’s… not blood.” “What do you -- oh,” Saiga said as stopped reaching and began to realize what had happened. She flashed Julia a sympathetic smile and laid her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. Hell, I’m the best and it’s happened to me a few times. You’re not hurt, and that’s all that matters.” Saiga stood back up and snapped open the cylinder of her revolver. “I think I can hear some of them creeping around, I’m gonna go have a look.” “Wait.” “What’s up?” “I uh…” Julia paused and cleared the shakiness from her voice. “I’m coming with you.” “Alright, but stay behind me. Can’t have you getting hit. The two crept up to the archway and prepared to spring out when Julia’s ears picked up on something peculiar. Nothing. The crickets had gone silent along with the wind. An eerie stillness came over the ruin. No scuffling, no shouts, no gunfire, just… silence. Julia tugged on the back of Saiga’s tank-top. “Hey, do you hear that?” “Not really, no.” “Exactly, everything’s gone quiet. Something’s wrong.” Saiga stopped speaking and cupped her hand over her ear. “You’re right. What do you think’s going on out there?” “Let’s… have a look.” They took up their previous position, and slowly peeked their heads out towards the front of the ruin. A heavy mist had begun to settle, and they could only see as far as the columns. Saiga took a few tentative steps out from their hiding spot and raised her revolver. She was ready to shoot anything that moved. Julia followed close behind as they headed for the terrace. Julia knew something was wrong when she saw that the bodies of the bandits had disappeared. “Didn’t you shoot two of them right here?” “Hold up, someone’s coming,” Saiga said as she leveled her gun at the empty space between the columns. The frantic footfalls could be heard getting closer and closer, when suddenly out of the mist, sprang the female bandit from before. Her face bore a large horizontal scratch right across her nose, her clothing had been torn to ribbons, her sword was nowhere to be found, and her heart-protector had a single large dent in it. In short, she had seen better days. Saiga was about to add a second dent when the bandit stumbled forward and fell to her knees. “Please,” she pleaded, “don’t let them take me.” “What?” Julia asked, when she heard it. A light and shrill sound, like glass cracking before the break. Another figure emerged. It’s skin was black as night, and contrasted with the pale mist. It looked like two gigantic hands, fused at the wrist. In the center of the “wrists”, there was a thin striated trunk that stretched high up into the mists, which obscured the rest of this monstrosity. Julia shivered as she wondered what this thing could even be attached to. Its jointed fingers were impossibly long, and improbably thin, looking like they could snap at any moment. It lumbered towards them, and with each step brought the sound of splintering glass. Saiga, quick on the draw, let off two rounds at it, stopping it dead in its tracks. Then dozens more poured out from the mist. The cacophony was indescribable. The bandit made the mistake of turning around. Her face froze in a soundless scream. The seat of her trousers tented as she began voiding her bowels in terror. Julia, locked in place, watched as the tent grew into a sizable discolored bulge as the bandit helplessly messed herself. Dark streaks ran down the back of her shaking legs and collected in a steaming puddle beneath her as her body completely betrayed her. Julia felt her own bladder quiver, and was slightly thankful that she had already gone and got it over with. The monstrosities were nearly upon them when Saiga sprang into action, with one hand, she grabbed the back of the bandit’s collar and grabbed Julia’s hand with the other. She dragged the two of them away from the terrace and back into the main room where it all began. She quickly scanned the room. The stairs to nowhere was a death sentence, and their campsite was all but compromised. That left only one place to go. The bandit yelped as Saiga slung her into the pit. With Julia in tow and the monstrosities closing in, Saiga didn’t think twice as she pulled her client close and plunged down after the bandit. They could hear glass shattering all above them as they laid low in the depths of the earth. What -were- those things?! What if they find us? What do we do? Julia couldn’t help but let her mind race. Her breathing quickened and she began to tremble. Suddenly, she felt someone put their arm around her and hold her tight. “Don’t worry, we’re safe down here.” It was Saiga’s voice. She could be loud and messy sometimes, but she was reliable -- and good at her job. She relaxed against Saiga’s arm and waited. The trio waited there in the hole beneath the ruins. The smell of two accidents in such an enclosed space was unpleasant, but was far preferable to the fresh air on the surface -- considering the circumstances. Hours passed, and the shattering began to fade away with the wind. By then, the three of them drifted off to sleep. Saiga woke up to the bright morning sun shining down on her face. She sat up and shook the other two awake. “Rise and shine, looks like we survived.” The bandit awoke with a start, and wormed her way away from the group. Julia groggily rose up and eyed the bandit cautiously. Gradually, the bandit began to remember the events of the previous night, and once she realized that it wasn’t all a terrible nightmare, she began to blush heavily. She sat up and winced as she felt her mess squish against her. Yep, she definitely messed herself in front of her would-be mugging victims. Saiga stood up, walked over to the bandit and tapped her on the shoulder. “You look strong enough. Give me a boost, I’ll pull you and Pinkerton up from the top.” The bandit wasn’t really in a position to refuse, and did as she was told: helping Saiga out of the hole by acting as a human step stool. Now that the sun was finally overhead, Saiga could finally see the bottom of the pit, which as it turned out, was not so deep after all. She outstretched her muscled arm and helped Julia, then the bandit out of the pit. Julia stretched her arms out, and looked over to the terrace. The mist had since cleared, and with it the monsters, but she noticed something extremely strange. She walked out past the columns to make sure she wasn’t just imagining things, but her eyes did not deceive her. Her rucksack and Saiga’s gun were still exactly where she’d left it, but the field was a different story. Every single sunflower in the field had vanished, leaving dry brown grass as far as the eye could see. Julia rubbed her eyes and looked again -- no change. This planet is going to be the death of me.
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  35. I just held 1.5L !!!!! 😮 1.5!! 100ml more than I've ever done before. My poor bladder was begging for relief but I refused until I was sure I'd beat my old record. I have never come so close to wetting my self uninentionally before!
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  36. I'm always so amazed that there are this many gorgeous girls just totally open to the idea of soaking them selves!
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  37. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    How unthinkable! He's gone and pooped himself! ...He probably knows someone's gonna change him anyway, and does it on purpose
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  38. Another Riolu in diapers

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    I don't think the fact that he's diapered even phases him, I think he likes it... and likes showing 'em off to weirdos who like lookin' at 'em >w>;
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  39. Before and after of holding for 5 hours past the point when I had to pee (warning female nudity) There’s a video that goes with it I can post when I get home if anyone wants it? before: after:
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  40. This wouldn't have happened if she used the toilet before she left the house.
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  41. I'm sure I've seen a couple, but the only incident that really comes to mind is when I had been ditching high school classes with a not well known acquaintance, and all I had heard prior is that if she smoked any weed, she was likely to wet herself from laughter (you know how high school rumors can be quite brutal). I figured this was just a silly, kind of rude rumor being spread about. This woman was very nice, but nonetheless an outcast. Well, ends up that was true because as we were partaking in the devil's lettuce and sure enough about 15 minutes in she busted out laughing, while in a sort of sitting/squatting position as we were under a tree to avoid people seeing us outside a local park. She was insanely embarrassed from what I do remember, but I didn't think much of it as I knew I was into pee as a sexual thing, but hadn't really delved into my kinks at that time. I just felt bad for her, but it all ended up fine. I honestly don't remember much besides her just laughing insanely hard and then sorta cry-laughing at the whole situation. I don't think she ever had a kink develop from any instances, but I'm sure it could be chalked up to a weak bladder and loss of control on her behalf. An amusing story to memorize, nonetheless! 🙂
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  42. Version 1.0.0

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  43. So basically what you’re saying is that you peed on her, on purpose, without her consent, and then pretended that it was an accident? Yeah it’s a yikes from me fam
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  44. Biku's art

    (i forgot to post yesterday)
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  45. My day seemed to start normally, but I will admit I don't remember most of it from before I'd come downstairs. Walking into the front room of our share-house in my pyjamas, nothing was out of the ordinary. Sarah's sat in the middle of the room in her green jammies, cross-legged and focused on the game of Battlefront 2 on the screen. I stand behind her and watch for a bit. "Having fun?" I ask,leaning over her. "Mmhmm." She grunts, not looking away from her screen. I stay stood behind her for a while, watching her try and fail to land a fighter inside an Imperial Star Destroyer. So far she's managed to crash two X-wings into the wall, and get shot down by the autocannons. Every time she fails she sighs angrily. "Not going so well?" "Do you wanna give it a go?" She retorts, looking up at me angrily. "Yeah alright." I answer. She doesn't bother giving me the controller though, instead she respawns and runs for another X-wing. As it leaves the hangar for another doomed flight, I feel something warm creeping over my toes. "Sarah?" I ask, looking down to see a puddle beneath her emerging from her backside, soaking into the carpet. "Yeah?" "Are you pissing yourself?" "What? Oh, ha, yeah." She says, clicking at the control sticks, not reacting to this at all. I knew Sarah could be lazy, but I never had her down for pissing-herself-lazy. Her X-wing collides head first with a TIE fighter. She sighs and drops the controller. A sharp hiss erupts from beneath her and the puddle spreads a little faster for a second. I take a step back and rub my toe on the carpet. "Why are you pissing yourself?" I ask in a resigned voice. This is a whole new level for her. "Uh, ‘cause I had to pee? Duh?" She responds. She picks up the controller again, wiping the bottom clean, before respawning once more. I take a step back to consider what I'm looking at. Sarah's bit of a pudgy girl - not massive, but certainly not in shape. Her brunette hair hangs unceremoniously down her shoulders, not brushed or cleaned. Her undone green PJ top hangs loosely over her body, and underneath are her dark green pants, with an even darker patch blossoming around her backside. The beige carpet beneath her has a matching, growing stain underneath a growing puddle. I look back up to the screen just in time to watch her X-wing blown to pieces by an enemy TIE-fighter. She makes and angry grunt and quits the game. Before I have time to say anything, Amy walks into the room. "Are you still playing that Star Wars game?" Amy says, walking in. She slumps down onto the couch, letting her house coat flop open. She swings around and kicks her feet up onto the arm-rest. "Not anymore." Sarah says, leaning forward to eject the disc from the PS2. Her wet backside waves in the air as she does, with more fresh urine pouring out of her PJs. She takes the disc and sits back down on the floor, her ass landing with a wet splat. "She just pissed herself." I say, turning to Amy. Amy looks up at me. "Yeah?" She says. "What do you mean, 'yeah?'" I ask, putting a hand on my hip. "Sarah just sat there and pissed herself!" "What's your deal today?" Sarah asks, turning to me. I look at her. She doesn't seem bothered by the puddle beneath her. She picks herself off the floor and clambers to her feet, dripping as she does. "My deal?" I ask. "MY deal?" "Yeah, what's up Lauren?" Amy asks, picking up the TV remote. "You're acting like she's doing something wrong?" It's this point when I realised something was up. It's also this point that I left the room in a confused and angry huff. I walk into the kitchen to catch Natalie rooting through my cupboard. She pulls out one of my tea bags and drops it into her cup. She turns around to the kettle, going bright red when she sees me in the corner of the room. "Making tea, are you Nat?" I ask, leaning on the door. "Uhh....no?" "So what are you doing with my tea bags?" "Err." "I pay for those tea bags." "W-would you like some tea?" "Yeah alright." I say, stepping into the room. I take over from Natalie, taking out a second tea bag. "Do you want one?" "Yes please!" She says, grinning and bouncing on the spot. "I don't mind." I tell her, taking another cup out the cupboard. "But at least ask. I don't like coming home to find all my stuff is gone." "Sure." She says. She walks over to the table, pulling back a chair. She leans onto the table. Natalie's our newest house-mate, replacing Annabell who left last month. She still has to learn the rules of the house. And apparently me reminding her of the 'don't take my stuff' rule every day isn't enough to teach her. I can't help but like her though. She's a skinny girl, hazel-skinned and with curly brunette hair down to her jaw. Her green eyes look lovingly up at me over her smile. She always gives me this look when I make her tea. "So how's your morning?" "Weird." I tell her, turning my head to look at her. She's prodding the banana in the fruit bowl. "I walked into the lounge to catch Sarah wettting herself, and then Amy acts like it's nothing odd. Then I catch you stealing my tea again." "Right." She says, not really listening. "Otherwise, not much worth mentioning." I say, turning back to take the milk out the fridge. "Making tea, Lauren?" Comes Sarah's voice as she walks into the kitchen with wet foot-falls. She walks over to the counter, PJ's still soaked and clinging to her skin. "See what I mean?" I ask Natalie, staring at Sarah's soaked crotch. Sarah looks to Natalie and shrugs. "I like your new PJs, Nat!" Sarah says. "Thanks!" Nat responds, perking up. "I think they're such a great shade of purple, and the paisley pattern really brings that out!" "Oh for sure." Sarah says. "And those shorts are so cute!" "That's why I picked 'em!" Nat says. She stands up and does a little twist to show them off. "I think they might be a little loose though." I decide to tune out of their fascinating conversation and go back to making tea. I drop a third tea bag into a third cup just in time for the kettle to finish. I lean over, pick it up, and pour it into the first cup. When the water finished pouring, the splashing doesn't stop however. And now it's coming from behind me. I turn to see why. Natalie and Sarah are stood talking by the table. That's normal. They're still talking about Nat's pyjama choice. That's normal. Sarah's PJs are wet and clinging to her. That's normal. And Natalie's legs are glistening as pee pours down them, through her PJ shorts. That's very much not normal. "Natalie?" I say, placing the tea cup on the counter. "Yeah?" She says, spinning to look at me. Facing me head on, I get a full view of the dark patch spreading over her crotch; the pale yellow urine splatter down her legs; the growing puddle beneath her feet. She's wetting herself. She's stood there, all innocent-faced, wetting herself, and quite casually too. Not even remotely bothered by the pee splashing down her legs. Sarah doesn't even react when Natalie's presumably-still-warm puddle begins to envelop her left foot. "Sorry - am I going nuts?" I ask, too dumbstruck to look away from the streaks running down Natalie's skin. The electric light above is reflected almost perfectly between her feet - or it would be if it weren't from the ripples as more and more is added to the puddle. "Yeah, but that's nothing new.” Sarah laughs, pushing Natalie's shoulder gently. "No no no no no." I say, frowning. “You've both just pissed yourselves." "Well I can see why you don't need glasses." Sarah says, grinning. "Any other genius observations?" "Only thing I observe is you not making tea." Natalie pipes up. I don't know how to respond. So I turn around at the tea cups again. One cup is full, and the other two are waiting. I can't quite wrap my head around what's going on, so I make finish making the tea. Feeling rather dazed, I leave two cups on the table for Nat and Sarah, before taking my own tea with me into the lounge again, avoiding the fresh puddle on the floor. I leave Natalie and Sarah still talking about Natalie's purple jammies as if nothing was happening. I walk into the lounge and carefully sit down on the sofa. Amy's left the room at some point, and right now the room is empty, with the TV just running the local news. It's something about the election, but I'm far too weirded out to pay attention. Sarah pissed herself, and acted like it was nothing. Amy reacted like it was nothing. And then Natalie pissed herself and acted like it was nothing. And then Sarah reacted like it was nothing - EVEN WHILE NATALIE PISSED ON HER FEET. "What's eating you?" Amy says, walking back in to the front room. She's put on her work uniform - a grey skirt, grey tights, and white shirt. She's tying her blonde-hair into a ponytail, holding a hair band between her teeth. "I...I don't know." I answer. "What have you been up to?" "Nothing much. Yet." She says, taking the band out her mouth. "I've just got out the bathroom-" "BATHROOM. YES! I knew I wasn't going mad!" I shout. "Excuse me?" "Those two just wet themselves like it was nothing, and acted like I was the weird one for calling them out!" I say, pointing roughly in the direction of our bathroom. "But you went to the bathroom!" "What on earth are you talking about?" She asks, looking at me the same way Natalie and Sarah both had. "You used the toilet!" I laugh, leaning back in my chair. I don't remember putting my tea down, but I clap my hands together and I don't throw tea everywhere. "Have you taken something?" She asks, turning around to the mirror on the wall. She brushes her hair with her hand. "'cause you're acting real strange." "W-what?" "Oh never mind. What's the time, Lauren?" She asks. I look to the TV. The news is still running, with a little clock on the bottom right. The more I look at it, the more it looks like a bunch of numbers. I squint my eyes and try to make it out. "Err, I don't know?" I answer, looking back up to Amy. She sighs loudly and checks it out herself. "Oh damn, I'm gonna be late." She says. "I better get a move on - you're gonna be alright, aren't you?" "I....err...." I mumble, looking up at her. She groans again. She steps over to me. She leans over me and presses my head against the back of the chair, looking into my eyes. She tilts my head left, then right, all the while looking into my eyes. "Well your pupils aren't dilated, your eyes aren't red - do you think someone spiked your tea or something?" "I don't...." I begin, before feeling something hot splashing over my own legs. Am I wetting myself too? No. I'm not. She is. Amy is leaning over me, inspecting my eyes, while a yellow stream begins to pour out from under her skirt. A wet patch begins to spread down the front as the culprit pours onto my knees. I'm stunned into silence as warmth begins to pour down my calves down to my feet. I don't quite know what to do - how would you respond if your best friend of six years just casually pissed on you? "Amy?" I say, looking back up from her skirt. "Y-you're peeing." "Shush." She says, leaning up even further and peeing onto my thighs. She presses a hand onto my cheek, forcing my face to look up and to the left. "What are you....?" I begin. Before I can finish, she lets go and takes a step back. I sit stunned as Amy's pee soaks into my Jammies, running down my thighs and pooling at my backside. "You look fine." She says with a look of concern. "Why are you acting like this?" "Why am I acting like this?" I say indignantly. "I'm the one acting up? You just pissed on me." "Why does that bother you?" She says, putting her hand on her chin as she continues to wet herself. Dark streaks run down her tights, and there's another dark stain on the floor next to the one Sarah had left barely ten minutes ago. A small puddle is growing from between either foot. Natalie walks in to the room, with Sarah close behind her. "Hey, you two." Amy says, looking up to Nat and Sarah. They both walk into the room, standing on either side of Amy. Sarah with her green PJ pants, soaked from crotch to foot. Natalie in her purple PJ shorts, soaked entirely around the rim. And Amy, currently quite casually peeing into her tights. They all stand and look at me, sat in my chair, and the only one with dry pyjamas. "Something's up with Lauren." Amy says. "Something's up with me!?" I shout back, leaning forward. "I haven't just pissed myself!" I shout. "Dude, what's up with you today?" Sarah asks, yawning and pulling at her waistband. "You're acting really strange." Natalie says, leaning on her hip and tapping her foot. It splashes against Amy's growing puddle. I don't know what to say. I look at the three girls until Amy finishes peeing. I stare at the floor below her as the last drips fall into it. My mind goes blank. All I'm aware of is the chair beneath me, and a very sudden and desperate full bladder. "I....d-don't know." I answer. I look back up to them. They look quite concerned. "But...I really need to pee...." "So?" Amy says. "Go on then." Natalie answers. "Maybe it'll make you feel better?" Sarah suggests. I don't know what to do. So I take Natalie's advice. I relax. I don't remember feeling so desperate to pee, but as soon as I relax that urge floods away with a hit of powerful relief. Hot liquid begins to pour out of me, soaking into my PJs and pouring down my thighs, pooling under my backside beneath me. I grin as it puddles under my ass, warming my cheeks before it soaks into the chair beneath me. Everything starts to make sense as my bladder empties into my pyjamas. I get it now. I understand why all three of my housemates wet themselves - it feels so good to let it go! Warmth spreads down my calves as the pee floods over the edge of the chair, wrapping around my legs as it pours down, splashing into the carpet, soaking around my toes. I let myself grin and I press my legs firmly together, squishing the fabric of my pyjamas. "Lauren." Natalie says, looking at me. "mmm....what?" I respond, lost in bliss. "You're wetting yourself." "....I know...." I respond weakly through a grin. I move one hand over my body and rest it between my legs, letting warm urine flood over my fingers. "Wake up Lauren." Natalie responds. "I'm not....asleep..." I say, opening my eyes and looking up. Natalie's stood in front of me in her purple PJs. I look straight into her crotch. It looks....dry. "She isn't, is she?" Sarah asks. I glance over. She's sat cross legged on the floor, playing Battlefront 2 on the TV. I look up to see her land a TIE-bomber expertly inside a rebel ship's hangar, before pausing the game and looking up to me. "Oh Christ, she actually is." "Hey, have any of you seen my - Oh for God's sake." Amy says, walking into the room, tying her hair into a ponytail. "Again, Lauren?" She says. She pushes my shoulder. The sudden movement wakes me up. I'm suddenly very aware of my surroundings. My backside is soaked and warm. My thighs are beginning to get cold, and a wet stain runs along the length of them, going over the edge of the seat. I can feel my PJs clinging to the backs of my calves, and my feet are resting against a very wet carpet. "That's my favourite chair, too." Sarah says, looking back to the screen and unpausing her game. "What was the last thing I said to you Natalie, before I went to bed?" "T-to make sure she didn't fall asleep in the chair." Natalie responds, trying not to giggle at me. "Do you know why I told you that?" "I fell asleep!" She argues back. "I didn't know she'd....do that!" Amy walks over and gestures for Natalie to move. She leans over me and tries to not step in my puddle. "Come on." She says, pushing my shoulder. "Get up, get cleaned up, and don't fall asleep down here again."
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  46. Only some desperation moments but never an outright accident. I did however see her wet panties lying on top of the toilet once, probably about a year or so ago.
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  47. The last time I went pee was at around 7:30pm yesterday, it’s now about 1:30am. In that time I’ve had most of a large coffee, a medium cola, a beer for a total of about 1.24L. As of right now I have the tiniest bladder bump, but I’m feel pretty full, maybe a 6/10. My bladder is not very firm yet, but I do get quite desperate when I really push on it. I’m currently gaming until I can’t concentrate any longer due to my need to pee. I will also continue drinking. Stay tuned! Xoxo Baby
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  48. Well I went from leaking little drips to my bladder forcing out big spurts. By 11:15pm it was just all one big leaky spurt as my bladder simply refused to hold back that ocean any longer. Here’s 2 pics I tried to get of my rock hard bladder bulge, but it was hard as it kept contracting wildly trying to release the immense pressure of all my pee. I ended with a good 2 - 2.5 minute explosion, I thought it would never finish! Here’s a pic of me empty as well. xoxo Baby
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  49. I watched Steven Universe myself, so I know that she is not only a hydrokinetic but also a shapeshifter... hmm... I could make the bladder as big as I want knowing that. Here you go So big you can't see the rest of the body Just kidding, here you actually go This is probably nearing the limits of how big I'm willing to make a bladder bulge. As a matter of fact I used pregnant woman as reference for this one so you could say this size is kind of a... stretch . . . In all seriousness that was a bad idea, before fixing it just looked like a potbelly, as far as I'm concerned it might still do.
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