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  1. As many people in this pandemic, I am currently working from home. This usually means that I have a day filled with desk work, phone calls and video calls (usually a combination of both). Today was a relatively relaxed day, although I had a few calls to make. I was just thinking that my day was going fine at 3pm and that I could easily finish all my work in time, when I had a videocall to catch up with a coworker. The first few minutes of the call went fine, but then my coworker got really distressed, started crying and almost had a panic-attack. I ended up talking to her, hearing her story, asking in what ways she could use help, and then some more casual talking to calm her down for about two hours. After hanging up the phone, I felt a strong need to go to the bathroom, but the next person whom I was scheduled to have a conversation with was already calling. I did not feel comfortable asking him for a toilet break, or ignoring the phone, as he had to go out of his way to make time for me in my schedule (and there was the entire age/gender/experience gap going for us). I was hoping for a short phone conversation, but after 20 minutes came to the conclusion that this would not be the case. My desperation, fueled by coffee and water consumption, was growing rapidly, and I did not know how long I could comfortably hold without it distracting me from the important conversation. I started walking around the house, while talking to this man, which made it a little easier to distract myself from my bladder. But as he kept talking, this stopped working. And at that point, I decided I would just not care - I was home, needed my concentration for the conversation and no one would see me. I got a towel out of my closed and put in on the floor, and while still discussing one of the subtopics of our work, I relaxed my bladder and slowly peed my pants. I completely soaked my jeans and left two food-size spots on the towel. I quickly pulled off my socks, dumping them on the towel en contintued walking through my house in wet and cooling jeans for the remainder of the phone conversation (which lasted another 15 minutes). After finishing the conversation, I was kind of giddy about what I had done, although there was no pause in my speech or noise that he could have drawn any conclusion from. I gathered up my wet stuff, set up a round of laundry (which was due anyway), washed my legs, put on some clean pants and went back to work (as the earlier conversation with a coworkers had thrown a dent in my planning). Looking back, I might have been able to hold it for 15 more minutes, but it would have been uncomfortable, and it felt really naughty to do it this way... Have any of you done anything similar, planned or (like me) unplanned?
    6 points
  2. had a message requesting a story about a female holding all day by choice only to wet herself washing dishes. So here it is: All day Candy Candy set herself a target: all day without a pee. She had far too much to do and going to the bathroom consumed way too much time and would stop her concentrating enough. Her first day back in her cosmetics shop after a long few months closed due the pandemic would be manic anyway. So much cleaning, organising and stock taking. She’d kept her assistant on government aid another week until things settled down more. She woke, showered, and peed at 7:30 and vowed she wouldn’t go again until bedtime. She had a mug of tea with breakfast and headed to work. By 9am the shop was open and a steady trickle of customers came by. Mid morning a short break in customers allowed Candy to make herself a quick coffee. Thankfully she got to drink it all warm as customers came slowly but steadily. In between there was so much cleaning, so much organising, fresh seasonal stock to order, and a huge pile of mail to work through. Working alone there was absolutely no time to use the bathroom at the back anyway. Too much potential for theft if nothing else. For lunch she had brought in some sandwiches and water and in between work she somehow managed to consume both too. It wasn’t until around mid afternoon that her bladder even signalled it might want emptied soon. Candy laughter at its indignation and carried on working, loving the distraction and the feeling of a filling bladder. Unconsciously her legs moved more, her thighs squirmed and her urethra thumped between her legs, her need increasing fast as the tea, coffee and water worked through her body. By 4:30 she was very aware of her need and conscious to avoid customers seeing her unprofessional. Her tights and high heeled black strappy shoes, her short skirt and revealing top over her large breasts making holding between her legs impossible to do unnoticed. Candy sufficed by clenching tightly, pulling a leg up behind her at times, moving lightly from foot to foot and pressing her thighs together, sweating more with the effort. Finally she was able to shut up shop and drive home, though the rush hour traffic had her bouncing in her seat and pressing hand against the seat. She just had to cook, clean up and get through the evening and then she could go. Oh how she longed to be able to go so badly! Finally in her house she pee danced as she opened the fridge to find food. Lightly frying some fish she couldn’t stand still as she grabbed between her legs with one hand turning the fish with the other, moaning how bursting she was to go. She poured a glass of water as she sweated so much. For speed she microwaved some rice and sat at her breakfast bar tightly crossed legged and squirming as she ate her dinner and drank her water. Still determined to wait until bedtime she rocked on the chair and bounced with urgent need for release. Her bloated bladder made her skirt elastic tight and her top was damp with sweat but still Candy was determined. She laughed as she felt her hard bladder but then had to courtesy and grab herself as laughing made her dribble a bit. She didn’t care what she looked like she was just loving the feeling of pressure, the constant tingling and the relentless thundering of her urethra against the damp crotch of her knickers. She felt sexy, naughty and hugely aroused! But God she was frantic to pee now! Finally finished her meal she scraped the left overs into her food bin and collected the dishes into the sink. Absolutely determined to wash up before she used the bathroom she leaned on the counter and tensed every muscle in her body as she ran the hot water until it ran hot enough. She squeezed out some washing up liquid and picked up her sponge as another strong urge caused her to bend forwards and wedge a hand to her crotch. ‘Gotta pee. Gotta pee. Gonna hold. Gonna wait.’ She muttered over and over. With her high heeled shoes tapping on the tiled floor and her thighs circling and pressing against the counter in urgent need, Candy tried to carry on washing up, her body convulsing in desperation. She washed the cutlery and her breakfast plates and put them on the rack, tears forming in her eyes with the intensity of holding. Her hair was wet with sweat, her legs frantically marching, her thighs rubbing, her urethra barely holding the huge amount inside her bladder now. She brushed the inside of her glass to clean it in the sink of warm water which tortured her more. Then she turned the tap on to rinse it out...but as water poured from the tap Candy felt her urethra give way between her legs and with an almighty huge gush...a full days worth of urine poured loudly and fiercely out through her pink spotty knickers making the crotch drenched and turning the single stream flow into a multi stream outpouring forming a huge puddle between her shoes. Candy laughed at the thrilling feeling, loving touching and exploring her soaked knickers gusset and wet tights. ‘Oh well. Tomorrow we try again!’ She didn’t feel like taking her clothes off right away so finished everything that needed done before bed in her soaked outfit before showering and putting a strapless nighty on for bed, not even bathing to pee again before she fell asleep. Using the bathroom was just such an inconvenience. She just needed to master holding longer.
    6 points
  3. Desperate wetting in jeans - merged videos from @omogirl13's Twitter View File This cute story was originally posted as a series of about 10 small but brilliant videos by Twitter user omogirl, which I merged for viewing convenience and uploaded here with her permission. It features her trying to focus on work, but getting increasingly more desperate with each video, with the result that follows. All credit goes to @omogirl13 on Twitter, make sure to drop a follow: https://twitter.com/omogirl13 First original tweet in the series: https://twitter.com/omogirl13/status/1277651246929887232?s=20https://twitter.com/omogirl13/status/1277651246929887232?s=20 (Note: Some of the videos have no audio, it's not a bug in the merged file) Screenshot: Submitter mad cat Submitted 07/01/2020 Category Female
    5 points
  4. With so much of the economy still shut down and COVID cases on the rise in the city, my family made the decision to start the July 4 holiday weekend early and left town for a weekend in the country. I have to work today, so I stayed back and yesterday had an entire day and house to myself before I drive to join them after work. With this unexpected freedom, I decided to see if I could achieve an entire day where I ONLY peed my pants. No toilet, no peeing in the shower, no peeing outside, literally only in my pants. Here’s how it went: My alarm went off early because I had made an early tee time to play golf (I didn’t want to make this too easy!). I always have to pee really bad in the morning and had placed a towel on the floor by my bed the night before in preparation for the day. I rolled out of bed, stepped onto the towel, and sleepily emptied my bladder into the athletic shorts that I sleep in. It was an amazing way to wake up! I had my first cup of coffee, put another coffee in a tumbler and headed out the door (after a No. 2 in the toilet. But I didn’t pee while I did it.) It has been ridiculously hot and humid here lately, so I had packed a liter of gatorade and two vitamin waters into my golf bag knowing I would sweat profusely on the golf course. During the 4.5 hour round, I finished all four drinks, but was sweating so much that I didn’t notice a need to pee until around the 14th hole. By the time my group got to the 18th hole, though, I was having trouble standing still. After finishing I said my goodbyes and hustled to the parking lot, losing my first squirt on the way. During the 20 minute drive home I spurted a few more times and had a sizable wet spot on my golf shorts when I pulled into the driveway. I grabbed my golf bag from the trunk and hustled into the garage, where I froze as I let it start gushing out of me. I had wanted to close the garage door before the full release, but I didn’t quite get there. So there was actually a chance I could have been seen from the road had anybody been peering in. The next item on the agenda was yard work. There was a bunch to be done. I set about doing this after another cup of coffee and consumed two cans of flavored water while working in the heat. Mowing the lawn was the final step and I was getting to the point where I needed to go pretty urgently. I found I didn’t have the balls to just let go while I was pushing the mower, so I finished up, stored the mower in the garage and added another soaking to my earlier puddle. I decided it was time to jump in the shower to clean off all the sweat and piss before settling in at my kitchen counter in front of my computer to do some work and eat lunch. I casually alternated between sips of another cup of coffee and flavored water for a couple of hours. Eventually the need built up again and I started contemplating how next to wet myself. In absolutely incredible timing, an email arrived to let me know that an order from a vendor had arrived earlier than expected and could be picked up at any time. Now was the time! While responding to the email that I would be right over, I eagerly unleashed the full contents of my bladder into my shorts, the barstool and all over my kitchen floor. I found another towel to clean up the mess, changed clothes, grabbed two more waters and made one final cup of coffee for the trip. I figured it would take about an hour and a half round trip and that by the time I got home I would be ready for another soaking. I figured wrong. There was way more to the order than I had realized, and it took two trips from the vendor to the office park where the delivery needed to go. Again working hard in the heat, I was sweating and by the time I picked up the second half of the order I had already finished all my drinks and was now contending with evening rush hour. Before I even arrived at the destination I had to go again and bad. I’m not sure how I got through the delivery and the chatty contact person without having a real accident, but I did. I climbed back into my car and before I had even pulled onto the road from the office park’s lot I was flooding the front seat of the car. I had not planned to pee in my car during all of this, but there was no avoiding it in this case. It took me nearly another hour to get home and even though I warmed up my cooled shorts and boxer briefs with a handful of spurts, I had to take an epic piss. About five minutes away I contemplated just letting go again, but I was already super afraid of the damage I’d done to my car so I held on as best I could. When I pulled into the driveway, there was a near exact re-enactment of my wetting after golf. That spot in the garage took a THIRD pounding. I ordered a pizza for dinner and took a second shower before heading to pick up the pizza. Just as I had feared, my car stunk bad and still does this morning. I’ll have to deal with that. I was looking forward to downshifting into a slower pace for the evening, but I had no idea how quickly everything I’d been consuming all day would catch up to me. After dinner I went around the house doing some clean-up and small chores. While I was cleaning out the coffee maker, I felt a need to pee begin to build in my bladder…then quickly move to my penis…then keep going as I frantically scissored my legs and more than just a dribble escaped — enough to runs down my legs a little bit! I was floored, I had such little control in that moment. Not ready for another wetting (and quickly running out of boxer briefs), I thought that I’d be fine for a while after losing control for a second and taking the edge off. Wrong again! Soon after, while standing on my bed changing a light bulb in the ceiling fan, I got that feeling again. One hand was steadying the glass of the fan while I changed the light with the other hand, so I had no way of giving myself a squeeze and dancing wasn’t doing much. This time I lost total control and PISSED MYSELF ON MY BED. The second I knew the stream was coming and I couldn’t stop it, I frantically finished screwing in the bulb and shoved the fixture back in place before leaping off the bed and finishing my accident on the floor. There was a sizable wet spot on the comforter but luckily it didn’t soak all the way through to the bed itself. That would have been tough to explain! The puddle on the floor was small. This was easily the smallest piss of the whole day. My bladder was just worn down and it wanted out. Now damn near exhausted with my escapades, I decided to fix myself an evening drink and build a fire in our backyard. Down to just one pair of clean boxer briefs because I hadn’t adequately planned ahead for a full supply, I kept the pair on I had just wet and pulled the now dry mowing shorts over them. I clearly was drained. Despite my beverage, it took nearly two hours of sitting by the fire before I felt one final need for the night. With the embers dwindling, I was emboldened in the darkness despite my neighbors being able to easily see into my yard. I removed my shorts and sat in my lawn chair in only my black boxer briefs for a few minutes, enjoying the coolness. Then I gradually allowed nature to take its course and soon was peeing a full stream into my underwear, listening to the drops falling on the ground below my chair. With that, I put out the fire and headed to bed. What a day. TOTAL DAMAGE: 8 wettings (including 1 legitimate accident on my bed!) 5 pairs of boxer briefs 6 pairs of shorts
    5 points
  5. 2,470 downloads

    This cute story was originally posted as a series of about 10 small but brilliant videos by Twitter user omogirl, which I merged for viewing convenience and uploaded here with her permission. It features her trying to focus on work, but getting increasingly more desperate with each video, with the result that follows. All credit goes to @omogirl13 on Twitter, make sure to drop a follow: https://twitter.com/omogirl13 First original tweet in the series: https://twitter.com/omogirl13/status/1277651246929887232?s=20https://twitter.com/omogirl13/status/1277651246929887232?s=20 (Note: Some of the videos have no audio, it's not a bug in the merged file) Screenshot:
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    4 points
  6. Digging on Tiktok I've found a new video. Enjoy! https://vm.tiktok.com/Jd1Tf8k/ (And I've grabbed it for safety reasons). download (12).mp4
    4 points
  7. The Exchange

    Just a short little sequel to this picture, still working on things just needed a break. She clutched the ransom note in her hand, a sneer emblazoned across her face. Grand Master Adelina captured and being held for ransom was bad enough… but the curs had thought to dress her up in a child’s diaper and humiliate her! Now they were extorting her for their own benefit and threatening to besmirch the reputation of a Grand Master. The sight of Adelina, chest exposed, still wearing parts of her ornate armor wearing nothing on her lower half except a bloated sagging well used diaper. A blush fell across her own cheeks, a humiliating reminder of all the accidents she’d suffered in combat. Grand Master Hestia had never been a fan of Adelina most of her fellow Grand Master would prefer to see her deposed but this was an affront to all women of the Empire! Crumpling the ransom note, a disgusted look on her face she made a call. “Yes, prepare my airship. Yes, nine thousand guilders, just in case. No, we’re not actually going to pay… I refuse to negotiate with ruffians.” The fortified airship slowly descended to the meeting point. Hestia drummed her fingers anxiously on the control panel. Her command chair felt… clammy and uncomfortable. A bout of turbulence had caused her to lose control of her bladder multiple times. Fortunately the protective pad she wore had saved her dignity of being discovered but sitting on the swollen pad for so long had wrung urine from it. She could feel her uniform trousers clinging wetly to her skin. After chewing out her navigator for voiding her bowels and ordering her off the bridge for her cowardice she dare not expose her own lapse in control. Landing was less than graceful, hitting a rock one of the landing skids slipped. The large ship lurched forward. A screech of scraping metal echoed through the ship as the Grand Master was nearly thrown from her command chair. She managed to catch herself in time but the sudden noise caused her bowels to shift. Her stomach lurched, she tensed and… ffffbllllrrrttch. A sudden sloppy evacuation into her pants. Eyes widened in fear she felt it immediately. Disgust shot through her as she fell back in her seat, sitting with a filthy squelch, her own shit pressing against her. Soft and malleable she could feel it spreading across her backside. The protective pad wasn’t designed for this kind of accident. With everyone preoccupied checking on the ship she quickly excused herself from the bridge trying to tug the tail of her coat in a futile attempt to hide her accident. With her soiled panties disposed of she readied herself for the ‘exchange’. She had no plans to hand over the guilders to bandit scum. Once they met she would demand to see Adelina. Her knights would simply overwhelm the small contingent they sent to the exchange and the gun batteries of her airship would take care of pesky reinforcements. A foolproof plan! She would surely receive a commendation to rub in Adelina’s face. The landing doors on the rear of the ship opened with a hiss and flanked by a detachment of knights Grand Master Hestia wearing her own resplendent armor. An imposing presence in her own right Hestia looked a ferocious sight with her stunning red hair and emerald eyes. Enemies of the empire often referred to her as the blazing firestorm with her tendency to raze enemy encampments and leave no survivors. Insisting on making the exchange personally despite her advisers imploring her not to Hestia approached the small group of bandits. She’s expected to see more of them, behind them she could see their camp. A scoff left her lips, Adelina’s forces had been routed by this lot of rapscallions? How pathetic. No sign of the captured grand master she pursed her lips. They’d better not try anything foolish. “You, where’s Grand Master Adelina?” she barked, wasting no time with formalities. “We’ve got your little Adelina safe and sound… well she needs a diaper change after that racket you made but that’s not a surprise. Can’t keep her pampers clean for longer than fifteen minutes even if she tried.” The uproarious laughter from his comrades stung her pride. A bright red blush of shame crossed her cheeks reminded of her own accidents on the flight here and landing. She shifted her legs, responding to their laughter with a reproachful look. “Silence, I won’t stand for your libelous words against a fellow Grand Master!” “Libelous? How many times did we have ta change her?” he said, pausing for a moment counting on his fingers. “When we captured her… when she saw that spider… when she was carrying firewood… when she was sleeping… more than once… when she got all uppity and we had to discipline her...” “Don’t forget when she shit herself when we made her spar with the recruits.” Another round of riotous laughter came from the small group of men. “You’d think she’d never held a blade before. The look on her face when she had ta fight was priceless. She barely lasted three minutes against a kid before she was crapping her pants like a toddler begging not to fight anymore... but fine… we’ll get her. We’re a merciful lot.” Hestia’s jaw tightened with each disrespectful word spoken. Each passing second she was tempted to give the order. With a snap of her fingers she could lay waste to their camp with the gun turrets on her airship. Fortunately at the last minute he acquiesced. He waved his hand and one of the men trudged off to retrieve their prize. A tense few minutes passed as Adenlina was retrieved. Hestia stood there, gaze unwavering. A gush of urine warmed the pad between her legs as she thought she was one of the men reaching for his blade but… it was just her mind playing tricks on her. A single rivulet of warmth traced its way down her thigh before Adelina came into view. Her wrists bound together with a crude lashing of rope, cheeks stained with tears she wore nothing other than a thread-worn shirt much too large for her lithe frame and… a childish diaper. The shirt hung open at the front doing little to hide her buxom chest and the diaper, swollen with urine and bloated with solid waste was already an ill fitting garment even before made heavy with fearful release. “I told ya she probably needed a change but like I said as long as your… ‘donation’ of guilders to our cause is sufficient we won’t let anyone else know about Adelina the incontinent.” Hestia simply scowled at him, turning to one of her knights she whispered in his ear and he nodded giving a terse “yes maam” before returning to the formation behind her. The whirring of mechanical actuation came from the ship as the turrets swiveled leveling their deadly sight at the encampment behind them. “You will release Grand Master Adelina to our custody now or we will level your fortifications immediately. You have less than a minute before we open fire.” she ordered, taking command of the situation. He didn’t seem perturbed by the development. Instead he shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder then once more to Hestia. “Are ya sure ya want to do that?” Hestia was slightly confused by his casual response. Unnerved even by the way he did not seem to be phased by the large bore cannons threatening to rain destruction on his legion. Another wet rush of piss soaked into her pad as her nerves began to play up. Why wasn’t he intimidated!? “We had a deal ya know...” “I am altering the deal, Adelina or your lives.” Having been at the mercy of the bandits since her capture and realizing the rescue party had no intention of paying the ransom Adelina let out a subdued whimper. Her legs quivered and from the leg guards of her diaper liquid started to run down her thighs. The Grand Master was wetting herself again. The sodden garment could absorb no more and uselessly allowed her bladders contents to spill down her toned thighs dampening the ground beneath her. He sighed and snapped his fingers immediately chaos engulfed them. A loud explosion… a second… a third! Adelina covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly, grunting as she voided her bowels into her already full diaper. The reverberation of the explosions shook Hestia to her core. She could feel it in her sternum as stealthily placed explosives were neutralizing the threat from her airship. Her knights had sprung into action rushing forward at the sound of the blast but Hestia was frozen in fear The redhead paled not even realizing her potty training had abandoned her as her plan crumbled. Her pad was soaked in an instant and urine still flowed freely from her fear loosened bladder. A faint hiss could have been heard coming from her armor if it wasn’t for the sounds of conflict. As she stood, voiding herself, frozen on the impromptu battlefield Hestia dared not turn around to see how severe the damage to her airship had been. Her bowels fared no better and like a frightened little girl she panicked helplessly soiling her armor. Shit oozed into her panties, the second pair she had ruined today. A soft almost paste like consistency filled them to the brim, conforming to the shape of her buttocks and the metal plating of her armor. It was such a voluminous accident some had even began to leak down her thighs, smearing them a dirty brown. When she finally came to her senses she could see the glint of a blade scything towards her. One of her knights threw himself in front of her as she let out a surprised squeal, trembling hand going for her sword. More bandits were running towards them from the encampment and the small detachment of knights wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. In the chaos Adelina had managed to slip away, tears running down her cheeks as she awkwardly ran in her dirty diaper. “G...go, k...kill them all.” Hestia ordered her knights as she scrambled after the raven-haired Grand Master. As she took off after her she could feel her accidentally released shit squishing against her. The disgusting sensation turned her stomach, she thought she might be sick. What really turned her blood to ice was the sight of her airship, the Eurystheus was in no condition to fly now. There was no chance of using it to escape it looked like the aft had been completely destroyed. They couldn’t even retreat inside and use it as a stronghold whilst they sent a distress call. With her gait made awkward by the load of shit weighing down her panties she chased after Adelina. She caught up to her behind a rocky outcropping, hiding them from the sight of the bandits. “Th...that was your plan?!” Adelina spat at the redhead. “You didn’t do any better!” “Cut my hands free!” “You can’t criticize me! It would have worked if...” Hestia flushed with embarrassment and pulled out her sword, cutting the woman’s wrists free. At least her own accident was somewhat hidden though the smell… and the wetness on her greaves would make it obvious to anyone with enough perception. “I should execute you for your cowardice and incompetence right here! If I...” Hestia froze mid-sentence, another explosion, louder than the others drowned out the sound of their petty squabble. The Grand Masters could only assume it was the Eurystheus falling to more bandit explosives. Clinging to each other in fear they both sniffled wishing to be anywhere but here. Oblivious to the puddle forming beneath their feet from their combined release of what dwindling liquid remained in their bladders. In their terrified stupor they hadn’t even realized another person had joined them. A small boy stared wide eyed at the two crying women as they held each other. One wearing a very soiled diaper, the other in resplendent armor. He seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle or the explosion coming from just the other side of the outcropping. “I just came to see the airship but wow an actual knight.” he began, a charming innocence about him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from them both and with about as much tact as could be expected from a young boy made his displeasure with their accidents known. “Eww, you pooped your diaper and… it smells like you pooped in your armor too… your armor’s all wet...” The two women blushed brightly untangling themselves from each other’s grasp. Adelina desperately tried to cover the childish diaper with her hands. Hestia pinched her thighs together causing the mess to shift and squish again. Here they were, both Grand Masters, both had completely lost control of their bladder and bowels. Adelina’s diaper distended, stained and sodden, Hestia’s armor, glistening with wetness and soiled with feces. But he, a child remained unphased. Could he not hear the sounds of battle behind them or the deafening explosions? “It… it’s not what it looks like...” Hestia feebly protested. “Uhh…” He circled around Hestia and poked her armor right in the rear. There was a wet muddy squelch that came from her. She could feel her mess smushed against her backside, more if it oozing out down her thighs. “You definitely pooped your pants. You should probably be wearing diapers like her...” Hestia wiped her eyes, shaking her head. Her voice still trembled slightly. She’d just let this child point out she had utterly soiled herself any other person who would even attempt such a thigh would be summarily executed but… an idea struck her. “D… does your family live near here? If… if you take us there we’ll reward you… you and your family. Enough guilders to live comfortably for years.” she plead desperately. He paused, thinking about the offer. “Okay! Try not to have any more accidents though… it already smells bad.” With a blush both women followed after the boy, Hestia trying to instill a sense of urgency in the carefree child to get them to safety as quickly as possible.
    3 points
  8. “And then in his next play, Shakespeare emphasized other aspects of literary devices,” said Ms Casey. She was an English high school teacher in her early thirties, a little heavy around the hips and butt still hot as hell though. That day she wore her short brown hair in a bun with tight tan pants, brown shoes, a white t shirt with orange dress jacket over it. “So for our n—-next chapter t-tomorrow,” Ms Casey stuttered. Her morning coffees had well worked their way through her and were pushing against her abdomen with great force. She was taking tiny steps keeping her legs tight together and crossing ever so slightly as to not draw too much attention to her dilemma. But the pressure was becoming so unbearable she could barely stand at this point. But she knew if she sat down it be too heavy, she wouldn’t be able to get up with her huge bladder! Oh why oh why when she raced to the bathroom at the end of last period did the janitor have to be cleaning it?! Teachers were forced to share one person bathrooms on their floors, one for males one for females, students only had a couple toilets in their bathroom anyways. Just then a sharp stab sparked through her belly and she held it, crossing her ankles and shutting her eyes as some students giggled at the notice of her discomfort. Oh the humiliation. ‘Man oh man!’ Ms Casey thought to herself. ‘I don’t know how much longer I can last! My bladder is seriously about to explode and flood everywhere!’ That’s when a large spasm came, so painful, so erotic that she felt moisture start to break through the cracks of her pussy and she tapped her foot aggressively. Luckily the bell rang as beads of sweat swarmed down her head. “Don’t forget time study for tomorrow’s vocab quiz everyone!” She said as she grabbed her bag and raced out the door. ************** “So just review those chapters and you’ll be fine jimmy.” Ms Trina said as she unlocked the bathroom door with her teacher key saying good bye to a student as they headed off. Ms Casey wrestled gently through the crowd of people as she made her way to the bathroom door and struggled to put the key in. She wrestled with the door handle as she pushed the key to turn but it wouldn’t budge. “Occupied!” Said Ms Trina. Ms Casey danced in agony bouncing up and down barely able to hang on, almost losing it after she heard the toilet flush. When the door opened she pushed Trina aside and raced inside. She pulled her pants down fast but the flow had just started and stained her pants. She sat on the toilet and released a loud stream and put her in aww as her bladder deflated having come close to explosion. After she wiped and congratulated herself on avoiding a major accident she put on her tight white pants with no panties so they ran up her ass a little and put Sandles on. She took off her orange jacket as it became hotter out and took her bun out as well. She tossed her pants and underwear away and went to the teachers lounge to rehydrate as it got hotter and gulped down some water . What do you think ?
    3 points
  9. It’s quite some time since I passed my drivers test but my driving instructor is still working. I happened to see his car the other day and instantly remembered this story. I had a double lesson booked as I was nearing my test. That’s two hours alone in the car with the instructor. He was in his thirties, always smartly dressed, family man, quietly spoken and polite and professional. I don’t recall anything hugely noticeable as I was concentrating on driving obviously but I do remember him shifting in his seat a little as I reversed around a corner but assumed he was just getting more comfortable. When things got interesting was when we finally pulled back up at where I lived. I was still sitting in the drivers seat and I was checking when my next lesson was and asking where he was off to next. Thats when I noticed under his diary he had a hand at the top of his leg holding his inner thigh with his thumb one side and fingers towards his crotch. He casually replied in his quiet gentle manner ’My next client is just in the next town but I need to go to Asda first To use the toilets because I’m bursting!’ I am sure I went a little flushed but I got out the car, watchedas he adjusted the seat and mirror and waited for a safe time to pull away. I do wonder how much of my two hour lesson he was needing to go?
    3 points
  10. Heres 3 of my works anyone want to try improving them?
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  11. Commission 12

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Another Commission from @Hyde! This is based on what I think was a Halloween comic that didn't end in wetting (though it looked to be heading in that direction)... so here it is! (With some details changed, as usual!) Anyway, hopefully that explains the out-of-season witch imagery! 😅
    2 points
  12. In past about 17 hours I I rummaged ALL POST @rachelkirwan made, which is almost 10000 posts. Phew~ I was looking for all story posted by her include one fiction and more then 100 experience, lots of the experience story is even longer than fiction! These story are just too good that I couldn't refrain myself from re-enjoy them again while I am doing this project! OK, let's get back to the point. I must be too tired now to focus on and I am still rewind 'a planned ultrasound accident' in my brain while typing... What I did in past 17 hours is search and collect all story her made ONE BY ONE BY HAND, plus some tiny edits include grammar & spelling(Ms. Kirwan I wasn't mean your story contain lots error, in fact I just found less than 15 grammar in all stories), font adjustment as well as rotation of some pics. And compile them into THREE different books (pants&panties, pads&diapers and bed wetting). Export them as EPUB. The rule of sorting: 1. One story will not appear in multiple books 2. Pants&panties compilation contain wetting without pads, diapers and bed wetting, but period pad is acceptable. 3. No special rules for the rest two collection. Volume of books: The pants&panties compilation contain 68,199 words, 40MB The pad&diaper compilation contain 107,899 words, 62MB The bed wetting compilation contain 11,636 word, 13.7MB Explanation of signs: The title of story include '(🎇)' means this story contain picture/s, and you could directly see them inside the file The title of story include '(📹)' means this story contain video/s, and you could click the link inside to download them here in her original post To Ms.Kirwan: I am sorry I did this prior your authorization, if you think it's okay please tell me and I will post these books here and Apple Books as well. In view of the typesetting and collective arrangement I did remove some link of your store from some stories, however, I did made a editor note at the beginning of each books that include your link. Hope you don't mind this. BTW do you have any special plan for your upcoming 10000th post? If books success be posted: Guys, I need you help find out if there's any story (no matter what the length is) missing or any error or mismatching or misroute in this collection. Thank you! I don't know how to operate Lighrroom or photoshop so the cover in books might be blur or has an incongruous hue. I am appreciate if someone help me enhance the pictures. Covers of these books: Phew~ sleeping time💤 See U~ P.S. R.I.P to me if I undergo a sudden death during sleeping.
    2 points
  13. https://www.socofylee.com/products/switch-color-changing-swim-trunks this would definitely make peeing yourself interesting hahaha
    2 points
  14. Chapter 40: Will almost ejaculated at that thought! It took all his self control to hold back as he walked to his fridge for some beer. He wasn’t really feeling much desire to pee right now but then again he was extremely turned on which often masked a very full bladder. A few beers would not do any harm anyway. He hurried back to email Sarah. ‘You’re on!’ Sarah sat alone in her house, dressed in flowery cotton pyjamas and a pair of plain white frilly knickers, playing with herself a lot. Will might not be here but his effect on her body and mind was still very evident and growing! Despite being very close to sexual climax Sarah was aware that her two glasses of juice, mug of tea and more recent mug of hot chocolate were filling her bladder fast, though right now her thoughts were preoccupied more with sexual desire. For privacy and comfort she picked up her phone and went to her bedroom so she could access her drawer of toys. She hadn’t used a vibrator since meeting Will but tonight, without him physically here, she longed for the feeling of something strong inside her. It wasn’t the same but it was still very pleasant and satisfying. She slid it in easily whist writing a quick reply to Will. ‘I’m upstairs playing with my toy. I need to pee a little but brought a large glass of water with me. I’m only in my pyjamas though. Is that ok?’ Will was so big and hard and longing. Right now he didn’t care that Sarah was in her nightwear. Oh yes jeans, her smart work suits or skirts would look tremendous soaked in her urine but right now anything she would pee in for him would send him to heaven. He just hoped she would get bursting super quick because he was struggling to hold back firing. At least typing might prevent his release, if only temporarily. He felt it only right that Sarah knew that he too was only in his pyjamas, well they were sort of on him anyway! ‘Of course. I’ve only got my lounge pants (pyjama trousers) on too. Maybe this can be our first practice though I ought to say I haven’t wet since...well you know when. I’m drinking beer and....well thinking of you has me very hard. You have complete control of my bladder tonight beautiful. Do as you wish.’ Sarah almost orgasmed with sheer excitement as she read Will’s email. She only had one slight concern: she knew from experience how much this man could hold and for a very long time! He’d been holding his pee all day for so many years and Sarah had had a very long day at work, 11 hours to be exact, and in just nine hours time she would be back there again. She could not wait too long for Will, physically or sexually. The more she typed and read and the less she played with herself the more she became aware of her growing need to pee. ‘Will please drink a lot! I’m already needing to go pretty bad. I know it’s not a competition but I really want to stay awake for you wetting. You have control of my bladder too. Well for as long as I can stay awake lol. I’m missing kissing you by the way! So much.’ Will didn’t want to disappoint so he finished his second beer and filled a large glass with cold water. He was sure he would be bursting soon, though every time he read another email or so much as thought about Sarah needing the bathroom his penis doubled in size immediately! That gave him a thought! He decided to email Sarah to see what she thought. ‘I’m really missing your kisses too. And your touch! I have a problem here. I am, emmmmm, struggling to contain myself haha. Would you be ok if I got release sexually first as then I would almost certainly really need to piss and I will piss myself for you willingly? I know it sounds selfish but you have me right on edge thinking of you. The very thought of you squirming has me longing for you like crazy babe. Let me know your thoughts.’ Sarah’s glass of water was empty and her bladder very full. She read Will’s email and laughed to herself. She was bursting and squirming a lot. She used her phone to video herself for almost a minute as she fanned her legs in and out on her bed, repeated how much she had to pee and how bursting she was a few times and then squirmed and bounced about some more. She wasn’t acting either: she really had to go! Whilst fidgeting loads she wrote back: ‘I’m struggling to type. My nipples are hard, my urethra pounding. The hairs on my neck are even standing up. I really need the bathroom. Remember when we first met in my office and I could not sit still...I need to go worse than that! Oh I am bursting honey! I’m desperate for release. My bladder is huge and aching, my forehead is sweating, my hands shaking. My vaginal lips are open, wet and making way for the floodgates to open. My legs won’t stay still. Oh my God I need the toilet so fucking badly! My hand is rubbing myself, I’m rocking. I think I’m going to piss myself any moment. I can feel it right on the edge. Oh my God I can hardly hold this back. My knickers are damp. I can barely type. Oh it’s on the very tip now. Have a watch of me Will.’ Sarah struggled to wait as the phone condensed the video and sent it. She grabbed a towel and stood on it in her bedroom marching on the spot trying valiantly to keep back the huge flood. She wanted the email away so she could film herself wetting and send that too. What was taking the phone so long to send? Oh she was dripping now. Her pants were much more than just damp! Finally the shooting noise from her phone went confirming the message had gone. Not a second too soon she thought as she pointed her camera at her crotch, pressed record, stood still and the inevitable took place. First a big spurt, then a longer one, then seconds later a huge loud stream hissed it’s way through Sarah’s cotton while knickers and her flowery pyjama bottoms, down her legs and soaking the towel beneath her. Every last drip, every noise and the ever increasing wetness all captured on film. Sarah stood still while her feet squelched in the towel as she sent a second email to Will. ‘I tried so hard to wait. It refused to stay in. I was exceedingly bursting and had to wee. It was too late to get to the bathroom on time. I hope you don’t mind.’ She attached the video, this time finding the delay in sending much easier to cope with. Sarah only hoped Will would like what he read and saw.
    2 points
  15. 450 downloads

    Hey guys,really a long time since I posted the last video~ I'm back ~ This video is about an office lady who serves as a door-to-door service, kneeling on a glass table and pee herself~ Enjoy it~
    Free
    2 points
  16. I think it is awesome that you were able to wet your pants while carrying on as normal , conducting business with a co-worker like nothing was out of the ordinary, and he was clueless. No point in struggling to hold it in when the alternative is so hot. I had a somewhat similar incident years ago, although I didn't let it out initially . This was back when my phone was hard wired into the wall, so walking around was not an option. No caller ID either. I was doing an intentional hold until I couldn't and I pee in my pants. I was near my holding limit when my long winded sister called. I answered on the kitchen phone so I had to stand in place while talking. The pressure in my overfull bladder as well as my penis increased steadily while she talked and talked. I had to hold myself and do a pee dance in place as I could feel my pee about to come out. I struggled not only to hold it in , but also to keep the strain out of my voice. Eventually I felt the warm wetness in my briefs as I started leaking. It was part chagrin and part thill, I was peeing in my pants while talking on the phone! At first I tried to stop it without giving away my problem but it was no use . The leak became spurts. With the wetness growing despite my effort to stop, I just let go flooding my jeans and creating a large pee puddle on the floor . It was the first time I had peed my pants while interacting with another person , other than my then wife. It was long ago but I still remember the thrill.
    2 points
  17. Part 2 just to remember, i had two pretty girls in my car on the way to a business meeting. One girl beside me, she did show me her nude thighs nearly up to her panties. I did caress the inside of her thighs and was sliding up until i could feel the fabric of her panty. She smiled to me and did let me do it. So much nude girl skin after the long, cold winter months was total arousing for me. In the mirror i could see the other girl. She was pretty too and she was needing to wee really bad. She did not wee since nearly 18 hours. I could see her hands pressed hard between her thighs and i could hear her moan from her strong urge to wee. We had to go for about 1 1/2 hours to the town and about 2 hours to the hotel. I loved every minute of our journey and it did seams, the girl beside me did love it too, to see her friend suffer. She told me that they love pee holding and that they like to torture each other’s bladder. They like it to press and to push on their full bladders and she told me that they always dreamed about that a man makes them hold, that a man would not let them go, not even it gets painful. “Please stop at the next parking lot, i really can’t wait anymore, let me pee “ she begged. ”Oh no,there is no reason to stop, you like holding it and we like to see you hold it .” i answered. ”I think she really can’t anymore, she never did hold it for so long “ whispered the girl beside me. I was so absolutely horny about this situation, i pressed the fabric of the panties in the girls slit and she did let me do it. ”I wet my panties and your seat if you don’t let me wee “ said the girl from behind. She was frantic from needing to pee so bad and i did not wanted to have a pee wet seat, so I did offer a deal to the girls. ”Okay, I’ll stop for you, but your friend must hold it instead of you, she is not allowed to pee until we are at home, she has to hold it for you. One of you girls have to have a full bladder here in my car.”I said. The girl beside me was my favorite, she was a little bit more slim, her naked legs was so great for me and i wanted to see her desperate. In my imagination i wanted to fuck her on her bursting bladder. ”Please hold it for me.” begged the girl for behind to her friend. ”I can’t, I am needing to wee now, I am not able to hold it 9 hours longer “ she said. ”Please, please, i did not pee since 18 hours, my bladder will explode, if I don’t let it out.” she begged again and at the same time we passed a service station. ”Oh my god, that is not fair, i am bursting!” she said. ”You are a big girl, just 30 minutes, you can endure that.” i said. At the next parking lot i had to stop. The girl opened the door, she did get out with one hand between her thighs. As soon she was out of the car, she started to pee, she pissed through her panties, she squatted, did slide her panties to side and pissed and pissed. She slipped her panties down, used the dry parts of the fabric to dry her thighs and her slit. Then she was sitting again in the car, she did lay her pee wet panty on the floor. It was arousing for me to know that she did not have panties under her short skirt. One hour later we have been in the hotel. My meeting was in the lobby. I told the girls to take a table beside me, so that i could see them, i wanted to be sure that my slim favorite, with the great legs did not go to the loo, her bladder should stay full. At 2 pm my meeting ended and we went for a lunch. Something to drink was good for my girls and for their bladders. We had fun at afternoon, we had been in a bar and in a coffee shop and at 5.30 we went to the car. Both girls were needing to wee and they asked me if they could go before we would leave. I did not let them.”A deal is a deal “ i said and went to the car. ”My” girl was needing to pee pretty bad to the time when we were leaving. I made her drink a lot, all day long and she was a good girl and did drink it all what i ordered. After awhile, she wanted that i would stop for her, but girls who likes to hold it, should hold it and boys who likes girls desperate to pee, would never stop for a girl to let her go. I had my hand on her thighs, on her panties, in her panties and most of the time inside the girl. I could feel how full and swollen her bladder was. I did press and push on it and she did let me torture her bladder and she did like to get tortured. She was able to hold it until we were at home. She was able to keep her panties dry, although I did press hard on her overfilled bladder. This two girls were great, they wanted to be made to hold it, they wanted to get their bladders tortured and i wanted nothing more than that. I did invite them for 3 days later in my house. We wanted to spend all day in my garden on the pool. They were ordered not to wee in the morning. They should come with their bladders full, but that will be another story.
    2 points
  18. Well it was mostly gussets being pulled aside and penises being inserted into vagina's repeatedly. Well it was mostly gussets being pulled aside and penises being inserted into vagina's repeatedly. Oh and leaking 😉
    2 points
  19. Target's Bladder Strength: 9 Target's Self Control: 3 Player's Influence Level: 35 Aura Level: 4 Target's Bladder: 5/100 > Walk around (13%) (+4.05% and x1.16 from Alex62) > Empire State (13%) () > Statue of Liberty (8%) (+1.5% from OmoLem) > Don't intervene (18%) (+4.02% from Babedut123, +0.9% from Pilly) > Everything is closed (48%) (+5.6% and x1.12 from GermanShepherd, +5.9% and x1.24 from LittleRaven556) + > Influence: Emily Thirsty (44%) (+5.9% and x1.24 from LittleRaven556, +0.9% from Pilly) > Aura: Everyone Thirsty (11%) (+4.02% from Babedut123) > Trip Longer (14%) (+5.6% and x1.12 from GermanShepherd) > Don't Intervene (31%) (+4.05% and x1.16 from Alex62, +1.5% from OmoLem) Randomizer winner: > Everything is closed + Influence: Emily Thirsty -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Everything is closed at 6AM. I think that we should just go and have some breakfast first and a coffee. I'm really thirsty, and who knows when that jet lag will hit. There's a Starbucks not too far," Emily suggested, noticing how unusually dry her mouth was. "I like that idea. Why stand here and plan when we could do it over a cup of coffee," agreed Anna. "Yeah I'm cool with that as well," added Sophie. Soon the entire group was in harmony with the decision. There was indeed a Starbucks spot on the corner not too far, only 3 blocks away. Once the meeting was over, the collective dispersed into the previous formation of smaller groups. Emily caught up with Alice and started her own conversation with her about the vacation, and their plans, as well as some talk about shopping. After crossing a wide busy street together with the rushing flow of the population, they managed to squeeze their way into the coffee spot. The place was fairly packed but not as bad as it could've been. Emily and her friends however, all found it odd to see so many people up and running so early. Where they were from, it was never this active at that time. They navigated to an empty table and found their seats before organizing their orders. It was easier to send 1 person to order for everyone than get in line together so Alice took the attention of the group once more to discuss what everyone wants, and who will have the honor to place their orders. > Offer to order > Stay silent > Custom Dialogue > Don't intervene + > Custom Aura or Influence > Don't intervene
    2 points
  20. So, this is my first story. Sorry it's kinda weird. Hope you enjoy it, regardless. "Sally, I can't believe you." Her father said disappointed. Sally had really done it now. In the middle of the night, she vandalized her fathers car, covering it with drawings of dicks with a pink spray can. "I had to go to work in a goddamn dick-mobile!" He shouted. "Why would you do this?" Sally said nothing, not wanting to speak or even look at her father. With Sally not saying anything to explain herself, her father left to calm himself down, only saying he'd have something to say at 5. Sally Went to her room. She wondered what he'd have her do as a punishment, but decided whatever it was, it was worth it to get at him. Sally was 17. She had long brown hair, and was wearing a green shirt and blue leggings. She and her father had been distant for a very long time. Ever since the divorce, she and her mother had come to hate him. However she always had to visit for the weekends. She hated it. The "dick mobile" as her father called it was one of her ways of revenge. After browsing and texting on her phone for a while, the time soon reached 5 o'clock. Her father called her down to the living room. "What do you want?" She asked. "I finally decided what to do." He replied. "Fine. What's my punishment?" "Well," He said. "You might not be getting punished." "Great, see ya!" She said as she went to walk back to her room. "Oh, Come on! Get back here. there's more to it." Sally sighed and walked back. "....What?" He handed her two bottles of water. "Drink these." "I'm not thirsty." She said. "DRINK THEM." He said sternly. Sally rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bottle, sat on the couch, and drank it (The bottle I mean, not the couch. You can't drink a couch.) She drank the bottle rather quickly just to get this over with. "Wow. What a punishment." She said sarcastically. "And the other one." her father said. "The other one?" she asked. "Why? What are you planning?" "DRINK THE OTHER ONE." He said, raising his voice. With a sigh, she grabbed and drank the other one. The whole time, wondering "What the hell?" When she finished drinking the second bottle, she felt a small twinge in her tummy, but thought nothing of it. She noticed her father had the camcorder. "What are you doing with that?" she asked. "Here's the deal!" he said. "I'm giving you a chance not to get punished. Soon, the water you drank will reach your bladder. If you can stay here in this room for the next hour and a half and not pee yourself, You won't be punished." Sally's eyes widened in shock and confusion at what her father just said. "........What the fuck!" "Language." He said "And you heard me. Hour and a half, don't pee yourself, and you won't be punished." "....." Sally was speechless. What the hell has he been smoking? she thought. "And if I do pee, what's the punishment?" "That's a secret." he replied in a terse manner. "Why do this?" She asked. "What made you even think of this in the first place?" Her father simply shrugged. "Seemed like a fun way to pass the time." Fun? Fun!? He thought this would be fun? On hearing this, Sally suddenly remembered something. One night, her mother mentioned something to her friends. "That weirdo is into women peeing themselves. Can you fucking believe that?" Is that what this is? She thought. He's really into that? But I'm his daughter. What the fuck! "What's to stop me from going to the bathroom right now?" She asked. "Nothing." he said. "I won't stop you, but if you do, your punishment will be worse than if you cooperate." "What even is the punishment? is it the camera?" "As I said, it's a secret. But I will be recording." So that's it. she thought. He's probably gonna film it and use it for something. Sally thought about just using the bathroom, but then she realized something. If she goes through with this and wins, she won't be punished, and that's another way she can get at him. This thought alone made her want to go through with this. After all, she's an adult. She's not gonna piss her pants like some baby. "Okay then." she said. "Alright." he said as he started the camcorder and started filming. Now here's the thing. There's not really much to say for the first 30 minutes. The water hadn't really reached her bladder, so she was just kinda sitting there. They had the TV on though. Ooh, TV, yay! Now, after the 40 minute mark was when she started to feel uncomfortable. Nothing too serious, but enough for her to notice it. After an hour, It was enough to make her want to hold herself. She was worried about doing that though as her father was looking at her and still filming. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle. 15 minutes later, that became a pipe dream. She crossed her legs and squeezed. Not too hard, though, as she still didn't want him to know. She looked at him to check and, unfortunately, he had a small grin. "Don't be shy." he said. "By all means, do whatever you need to do to win." Sally scoffed. Hearing that made her mad. Her father acting like this was just some game. It meant so much more to her. But he was right about one thing. She has to win. With that, she squeezed her legs together more just until the urge to pee died down a bit. An hour and 25 minutes in, She could hardly sit still anymore. She was constantly switching between squeezing her thighs, having her hands in her crotch, and crossing her legs. Her father laughed. "you're like a pretzel." He was saying it to get on her nerves. and the worst part was it was working. Sally kepts holding on until finally Ring ring ring ring! The timer finally went off, signalling that she had won. "YES!" she shouted as she got up, and raised her fists in victory. She quickly walked to the toilet. it was practically calling her name. "Sally. Sally. come pee in me. You know you want to." "Hang on!" Her father said, stopping her. Sally winced in pain before turning to face him. "What? I won." "Yes, you did. And congratulations." he said. "But how would you like to raise the stakes?" "Come on! You can't just change the rules!" "I'm not changing the rules. I'm just giving you something more to gain." Sally was getting really annoyed now. She wanted to pee, dammit! "What are you talking about?" "Another half hour. If you lose, you still get punished." He said. "But if you win, I get you a ticket to the concert to that band you like." "Fourty Hands?" She quickly asked. They were Sally's favorite band. She loved their music, and it just so happened that they were on tour, and would be in town next month. Hearing the name of that band made her father cringe "Yeah, those guys. I'll get you a ticket if you hold it for just a half hour more." Sally wanted that ticket, but she also wanted to pee. Like a lot. She really had to pee now. "Come on." He said. "When are you gonna have another chance to see them in person?" Sally bit her lip in thought. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. But could she hold it? She could. Could she? "Just a half hour, right?" She asked anxiously. He nodded "30 minutes. Well 29 now. The timer's going." 29 minutes. Sally's bladder felt so full, and the muscles in her crotch felt like a castle gate being attack by a battering ram. But 29 minutes ".......nnnnnng Okay!" She finally said as she went back to the couch. As she sat down, her bladder felt like it wanted to cry. ten more minutes passed. Sally was taking deep breathes through her teeth. She had her hands in her crotch and legs crossed too. She wasn't concerned about how she looked to her father or the camera anymore. She needed to pee REALLY BADLY. She knew it, he knew it, maybe the whole world knew it, she didn't care. She wanted to win this. If her bladder could talk, it would say nothing but profanity aimed directly at Sally for this torture. She couldn't sit still anymore. Sally stood up and started doing a little dance, lifting her legs up and down, left and right, Kinda like she was on a Dance Dance Revolution pad. "Want me play some music?" Her father asked. "SHUT UP!!" She shouted in desperation, making him laugh. Sally hated that laugh. She hated him. She's torturing herself for his amusement, and he's fucking laughing. She wanted to think about how sweet it'll be to finally win this, but that made holding it worse. Thinking about winning made her think about peeing. Peeing? Oh, how she wanted to pee. She wished she could just run to the toilet, rip her leggings down and pee until the cows came home. Oh, how good it would be. Practically orgasmic, she thought. "SHIT!" she shouted as a little leaked out into her panties. Fortunately, she was able to stop it. But man, that was close. One hour and fifty five minutes. Just five more minutes, and she'd win. She could get that ticket to the band she loved, and she'd get to pee in the toilet she lo.....well, I mean, she doesn't love the toilet, that be weird, but she couldn't wait to see it again. Two more minutes pass. Three minutes until sweet victory. Sally was not in great condition. She was sweating, exhausted, and in so much pain. But soon it would be over. Soon, she could finally relax. Just three more minutes. She could do this. She can win! SHE CAN- What's that noise. Sally suddenly heard the familiar sound of peeing. It wasn't her. What's going on. She looked to her father, who was playing noises on his phone. Noises of people peeing. "Stop that!" She demanded. Hearing those clips of other people peeing made her urge to pee even worse. If he kept playing those.... oh god. "STOP IT!" She yelled as she grabbed her crotch and held on for dear life "...PLEASE!! STOP!!!" But he didn't. He just played more and more peeing clips, and made them louder. "Ahh.....Ahhh..." She tried so hard to keep it in. She tried everything she could to hold it. She did everything right. And it wasn't enough. "NO! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" It started as a dribble. Then a spurt. Then the inevitable. Sally started to pee her pants. She tried her best to hold it in, but all that did at this point was getting pee on her hands. At this point, there was nothing more she could do except let it happen. It gushed out like a hose after fixing the kink, soaking her panties, her pants, her socks, and finally, the tiled floor. It probably felt great, like she thought earlier, but if you asked her for details, she wouldn't know. All she could think at that moment was how she lost, and that she was pissing herself in front of her father. Eventually, she was finally empty. even thought it was only a minute, it felt like an eternity to her. She looked up at her father, who was just beaming with a great big small. "Oh, what do you know. You lost!" he said like a total dick. "Oh, fuck you!" Sally finally said. "Hey. Don't talk like that." "NO! FUCK YOU!" She shouted. "ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?! YOU SICK FUCK!!" Her father's eyes widened. "...Wait, what?" "Mom told me everything." Sally revealed. "She told me this is your sick fetish. You bastard! I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!" He gasped. "...No ....Sally, no. That's not-" "FUCK OFF! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear whatever sick thing you plan on doing with that footage either. I don't-" Sally was suddenly interrupted by her father hugging her. Sally was ready to knock his goddamn head off, but this was different. This wasn't the hug of some sick creep. Out of nowhere, this was her father. "Not you." he said. "Never you. That wasn't- this wasn't..... That's not what this was." "Then what the hell was it?" "Sally, You drew dicks on my car. I had to go to work, and had to explain to everyone who asked that my daughter drew dicks on my car. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be humiliated by family?" "I DO NOW!" She shouted. "Exactly!" he said, backing out from the hug, placing his hands on her shoulders, and looking at her in the eye. "I needed you to understand. Doing things like this and embarrassing others, that's not okay." "Wait." Sally said suddenly realizing something. "Me peeing myself... was the punishment." "BINGO!" He shouted, raising his hands to the sky. "If I just sent you to your room or made you do chores, would you have learned anything?" Sally was stunned by his logic. "......No. I guess I wouldn't have." She admitted. "But did you have to do this?" "It was the only thing I could think of." He said. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry." This was her father? She thought her father was some sick creepy asshole. Her mother said so many awful things about him to her. "When Mom told me you were into this, I thought you were-" "I know." He said, stopping her from finishing that sentence. ".....I know." Her father seemed very sad at the mention of his ex wife. "....Your mother ......I don't know what happened to her. She and I were so in love, but one day, she slowly began to change." He claimed. "You noticed it too, haven't you?" "Yeah." Sally never wanted to admit it, but she had noticed. Her mother used to be a loving lady, but years ago, she changed. This whole time, Sally blamed her father, but it wasn't his fault at all. All this time, he was still a kind, caring person, and her mother treated him like dirt. And now. so did Sally. Sally felt awful now for how she had been treating him all this time. "Anyway, here. Take a look." Her father handed her the camera. "....Wait a minute." She said. The moment she grabbed the camera how cool it felt. "Are you serious!?" "I never turned it on." He revealed. "That was just to mess with you. Sorry about that. Also this." he said as he grabbed a small box from the shelf and handed it to her. Sally opened it, and inside was a ticket. A ticket to see 40 Hands. "I bought it for you two days ago. I wanted to surprise you." Sally couldn't believe it. She was speechless. "....I ....You.......I'm surprised!" The two of them started to laugh. ordinarily, that should've cause just a small chuckle, but after everything that just happened, they needed a laugh. The both of them laughed pretty hard, but Sally slowly went from laughing to crying. "I'm so sorry!" She said with tears in her eyes. "This whole time, I blamed you for everything. I treated you horribly. I.... I... I" Her father hugged her again. "I'm sorry too." They hugged for a long time. Once the emotions started to calm down a little, Sally went to shower. Her father cleaned up the mess. She offered to clean it, but he said it was fine, and he'd clean her clothes in the laundry too. As Sally washed herself off in the shower, she realized everything was different now. The parent she hated was loving, the parent she loved was kind of a bitch. Everything felt upside down now. But there was one thought that kind of made her laugh. for some weird reason, some strange miracle. Her peeing herself brought her and her father closer together.
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  21. Version 1.0.0

    1,012 downloads

    Support the developers here. Try online version before download. I kept spending my spare time translating games. From now I'll take a rest and actually play my translated games, lol. CommonEvents.json
    Free
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  22. It’s all about desperate Men and Women alike finally stopping on a long road trip to pee. Visible relief to almost comical degress set to “Only You”, because, as the commercial says, “you’ll have to stop, your car won’t.” haven’t seen this anywhere.
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  23. Does anyone have the video these screen grabs are from? I think it was from an old Tumblr account that got blown up along with the all the rest 😭 I would love to see this video as well as any other stuff she made.
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  24. Wet Green

    So I went for a bike ride today, and wore my black polyester shorts which didn't show a thing..My boxers,however,were another warm wet story...
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  25. Hi! Wanted to write about this for a while and finally got to it! This is my second time posting something here (and English is my second language) son don’t be too harsh on me for errors or boring writing lol Some people describe themselves on their stories for some reason, so I’ll do it to for those interested (if you are not, then skip to next paragraph to get to the story). I’m a 28y/o male, 5’11”height, 165lbs weight (I look kinda slim, I think), bearded and kinda pale skinned lol. The day this happened I had a pair of calvin klein thick cotton boxer briefs (I love how those absorb pee) under some jeans and a black t shirt. Now on to my story! This happened to me about a week or so before COVID lockdown began. I had been visiting my parents for the weekend and it was time to go back home which is about a 2.5 hour drive from their house. I decided that day that I would do a hold all the way to my apartment and wet when I got there, so about two hours before leaving my parent’s place I had a coffee and started drinking water. I had about 7 or 8 glasses of water and thought about taking a 12oz bottle of water with me to keep drinking on the way, but decided not to because when it was time to leave I was already starting to feel the pee accumulating. When I do holds I like to let out little leaks into my underwear (it turns me on a LOT, plus I love feeling the wetness and teasing my bladder by making it think it can finally relax, but not really) so knowing this I decided to put a towel on my seat before getting into my car so I didn’t ruin the seat (thankfully). With everything set and ready I started my 2.5 hour trip home with a filling bladder. At first it didn’t feel like much (2-3/10 maybe) and I was feeling excited and kind of impatient for bladder to start getting really full and make me desperate. About halfway through the trip I started to feel some urge (6/10-ish) and it just started to get worse faster. When I’m at an 8/10 I was about 40 minutes from my apartment, so I decided to start teasing myself and let the first few small leaks. The wetness and warmth felt sooo good that it was really hard for me to not reach down and grab myself and stroke a little like I do when I’m holding at home. At about the third deliberate leak there was a nice small wet spot in my jeans, the site of which, combined with the blissful feeling of closing the gates to my bladder to early, were giving me a hard on. I just wanted to get home and release everything! Luckily there were just about 30 minutes of highway left and after that some 5-10mins to get home. However, life was not gonna give me relief so easily… I got into the worst traffic jam I’ve seen in my life. Literally fully stopped vehicles in the highway, all 3 lanes full of cars, mine being in the middle lane. I suddenly realized how that 8/10 started increasing really fast. I tried to calm down, not think about my desperation too much and just wait for the traffic to stop moving, but it was too much to ignore. The bladder teasing hadn’t helped at all, instead it had made me more desperate and harder for me to hold it in. About 40 minutes into the traffic jam I was already really close to explode at 10/10, so I decided to try and go to the side of the road to pee there, but since traffic was moving so slowly (most of the time not at all) that proved impossible. Next best thing I thought was peeing into a bottle, but sadly I had emptied all the trash in my car during the weekend so I had not bottles at all in my car. Then I remembered that I had thought to bring a bottle with me and deliberately decided not to. I hated myself a little because of that. So nothing was left for me to do besides wait…. And wait… but my bladder was tired of my waiting and my teasing. I had been already there for an hour and my body just couldn’t wait any longer. I suddenly felt what I can only describe as a small sting followed by a sudden warmth between my legs. At first I tried to stop it and managed to do it for a couple of seconds, but the warmth, the wetness, the release it just all felt so f-cking good that my common sense of not peeing my car left and I just wanted to let it flow. And I did. I finally relaxed and let it all come out of me (luckily it was dark outside already so no one could see into my car). However, I don’t know if it’s just me but when I’m wetting I get so turned on that my penis starts to get hard and the flow starts to slow down, making my wetting las even longer (which turns me on even more, I just love it) so I was peeing probably for a full minute/minute and a half. After that I was constantly letting pee out every time I felt just the slightest need to. I was in the traffic jam for another whole hour and spent it wetting every time I got just enough pee to fill a little desperate (did this maybe 3 more times lol). It was REALLY hard not to touch myself all this time, but I finally got home (don’t think anybody saw me in my wet clothes, but who knows) and got to enjoy myself at last…. …. Until I was finished satisfying myself and realized the mess that I had left in my car. It was a pain to clean and get the smell out completely (although it wasn’t too smelly thanks to all that water) but I finally could get it cleaned and I don’t regret the experience at all. Thanks for reading and sorry for the long post! I’m really enjoying sharing my experiences so who knows, maybe I’ll share more and maybe even some pictures/videos someday.
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  26. Long queue Larissa, Chloe, Natasha and Eve helped each other with make up, clothing adjustments and hair accessories as they excitedly got ready to see Young and Free in concert. ‘You got the tickets safe Chloe?’ ‘Yes in my bag all ready. See? Oh come on Eve your hair looks amazing honestly! The taxi will be here in less than ten minutes now.’ ‘Would you like me to take these glasses downstairs Larissa? Will I just put them in the kitchen?’ ‘Yeah yeah that’s perfect. Mum will put them in the dishwasher. Thanks’ All four had been nibbling crisps and nuts and drinking wine and fizzy juice as they got ready. They had been getting dressed and prepared for well over an hour when they heard a loud toot outside and Larissa’s mum shouted up. ‘Girls! You need to come down NOW! That’s the taxi here! Have a great time girls and remember to stay together and stay safe. Call me Larissa if you need me ok! You know I won’t go to bed until you are back home safe!’ As the four dolled up students raced downstairs to grab coats and jackets and head into the taxi Larissa kissed her mum on the cheek and quickly reassured her. Safe in the taxi the girls giggled excitedly as the taxi headed to the outskirts of the city to the large concert hall. Joining the long queue to get in Eve giggled and crossed her legs. ‘I ought to have used the toilet before we left! I hope we get inside soon as I really wanna wee.’ ‘Me too!’ ‘What are you two like! There must be over 100 people in front of us! Just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine ok!’ After initially not moving at all finally the queue began moving faster and within twenty minutes the girls were all inside the large atrium and looking for the toilets. ‘I vote we all go now. I’m bursting! ‘Yeah me too! Look I see some!’ The four girls made their way towards the ladies weaving through the crowds, stalls and stewards as they did so. It appeared everyone else at the concert was doing likewise but thankfully for all four girls the queue moved steadily and all four got to relieve themselves before being able to buy some drinks and sweets and heading into the auditorium. ‘This is going to be epic!’ Natasha shouted above the noise of the crowd. ‘Absolutely! Look it’s starting!’ Eve screamed back. With load bangs and fireworks the live concert began in style and the girls jumped, danced and sang throughout, each of them finishing the drinks and sweets they had bought and buying more in the interval. When out buying more juice Chloe glanced towards the toilets but the queue was out the door so she decided not to bother. The second half started with more fireworks and more smoke which had the audience screaming with excitement. When the band called up a few people from the crowd the place went wild with excitement but sadly none of the four students were picked, much to all their disappointments. Finally the three hour event drew to a close and the girls joined the long queue to leave the auditorium, the stewards filing everyone out in seat order. As they waited on their row being ushered out Chloe crossed her legs. ‘Can we go straight to the toilets please?’ ‘Again?’ ‘Yes! I was going to go at the break but the queue was out the door. I’ll never make it home honestly girls. I’m bursting!’ Eve moved from foot to foot behind Chloe. ‘She’s not the only one Larissa. I didn’t want to miss any of that but I’ve been wanting to go for ages. Come on! Why haven’t they let our row out yet?’ Natasha kept quiet but secretly she was delighted Chloe had mentioned the ladies. She too was desperate but way too embarrassed to say. It seemed only Larissa didn’t want to go but Natasha wasn’t sure if that was just bravado. She often tried to hold off longer than the rest of them but then Natasha had seen her having to go behind a bush more than once as her bravado broke and she was almost wetting herself. Natasha smiled but tightened her muscles hoping it wasn’t obvious how desperate she was too. ‘Right ok! We’ll go straight the the toilets then call the cab. It’s heaving here so maybe there will be a few less people by then. At least we are moving now. Try stick together. It’s madness here! The girls filed out into the large auditorium and headed for the ladies. They went straight to the ones they used earlier but Chloe protested that the queue wasn’t just out the door but almost back to the main entrance this time! ‘What? There’s no way I can wait in that! I’ll wee myself before I even get inside the door!’ Natasha silently agreed as she felt another spasm but tried to look as natural as possible. Larissa laughed ‘even I would be bursting by the time we got to those toilets and I don’t even need it!’ (Which was a lie but she wasn’t going to let the others know that) Chloe danced around high on alcohol and the music. ‘We need to find some other ones! Come on!’ The group headed further along the large wide atrium going against the crowd and heading away from the main door. They were stopped by an usher. ‘Hey you’re going the wrong way! The exit is this way please.’ Chloe, the boldest, went right up to the tall male usher. ‘Hey mate. Listen. I really need the loo. We’re just looking for a ladies ok?’ ‘Well you won’t find any up this way sorry. There’s some at the entrance on your right.’ Larissa spoke up. ‘Yes we saw those ones but the line is HUGE and my friend Chloe here will pee herself in that queue. Come on! Let us use some other ones? Please?’ The usher stood firm. ‘Sorry ladies. For security reasons you can’t go any further. I’m afraid you need to head back to the entrance. Thank you.’ Natasha was mortified. Not only did she hate breaking rules but she felt so embarrassed that Larissa, her friend, had embarrassed Chloe by telling a stranger she was about to pee herself. Granted Chloe was dancing around holding herself like a kindergarten child but even so! She pulled at Larissa and Eve’s arms and walked towards the entrance. Eve remained quiet too but she did comment softly that she hoped the queue would move quick. Natasha did too. The queue was still almost at the entrance but the four girls reluctantly joined anyway. ‘What about we just call a cab and go at our own homes?’ Larissa asked five minutes later when they had barely moved. Chloe, who was still dancing, answered first. ‘God no! By the time you call a cab, then we wait, then it drops Eve and you off I’ll be sitting in a puddle. Just let’s wait here now. At least it’s moving a bit. God I’m bursting though!’ Eve moved from foot to foot her hands in her jeans shorts pocket. ‘I’d rather wait too please.’ ‘Ok! But this is madness!’ Natasha tried standing still but even concentrating hard the pulses between her legs were strong and the need to move intense. The lined moved a little more but the conversation became less as each girl battled her own private war. Finally they could at least see the door though there was still over twenty girls in front. Chloe lost more and more dignity as she pressed both hands between her miniskirt and tights, her far too high shoes making it hard for her to balance. ‘I’m dying to pee so much. Do you think anyone would let me skip the queue? I have to go so badly it’s ridiculous. I so need to pee!’ Eve flushed as a strong urge hid. She silently crossed her legs and leaned on the wall though she could feel her underwear getting damp. She ached for release so much. She too doubted if she would make it. Natasha tapped her foot on the floor willing the queue to disappear as her urethra pushed and pushed rhythmically against her leather trousers and thong. Larissa wasn’t going to let on how much her bladder hurt but the waist on her jeans was digging in so when the others weren’t looking so up did the top button. That helped a little but not much. A short while later and Chloe was almost in tears. ‘I’m not gonna make it. I can’t hold this. It’s so urgent!’ Eve tried to encourage her though she doubted if she would manage either. ‘It’s ok Clo. It’s moving again see. We’re at the door now.’ But it was no good. Brazen, bursting and bolstered by alcohol Chloe hunched down against the wall as a loud hiss made the others stare. ‘Sorry! I just couldn’t wait another second!’ Pee formed a large warm puddle around her high strappy shoes as the pressure burst through her knickers and tights in a powerful stream. ‘Oh God. That’s so much better though!’ The others looked at Chloe with a mix of shock, jealousy and disbelief. Larissa spoke first. ‘Geez you can pee girl! Bet you won’t be the first to do that here! This is crazy having to wait this long!’ While everyone had been watching Chloe Eve had been forced to loosen the button on her jeans shorts such was the ache in her bladder. She rubbed her distended bladder as she leaned against the wall, avoiding the spreading puddle. It was getting beyond uncomfortable and now painful to keep holding the huge amount of urine her bladder held. As the queue moved again Chloe stood up and stepped over her puddle looking embarrassed but happy. Natasha was now in the lead and just inside the door she could now see a row of cubicles on each side but worse was the ladies washing their hands. She pressed a hand between the crotch of her leather trousers. ‘Oh my God this is torture! First seeing someone pee themselves now seeing folk washing hands. I really really need to go so bad’, which showed as she paced from foot to foot with a hand tight between her legs. Larissa never admitted needing to pee. She was proud of that but even she was struggling to keep her need hidden. ‘It’s bad isn’t it. Even I’m bursting now we’ve been waiting this long!’ They moved a little more but Eve stood silently leaning against the wall concentrating so much so hadn’t noticed the queue move. Chloe noticed she hadn’t moved, ‘Eve? You ok there? You falling asleep?’ Little did anyone know that pulling Eve out her holding zone would be too much. She turned as Chloe called her name but the lapse of concentration when another crucifying urge surged through her was all it took. Eve looked down ashamed in silence as warm liquid dribbled down her inside leg as the crotch of her denim shorts changed colour. With her arms rigid straight by her side, her hands tightly clenched to try and stop peeing it was all too little too late as against all her fight urine continued to race down both her bare legs and into her pump shoes. She hadn’t even made it into the door let alone a cubicle. Oh the shame. Chloe giggled, Natasha marched on the spot frantically inside the door and Larissa tried acting cool despite an intense need to piss overwhelming her. Chloe found it hilarious no longer being alone in embarrassment. ‘Two down! Two to go! Haha!’ Natasha’s pride took over. ‘What do you mean? I ain’t gonna piss myself! No chance! You two wait outside. Larissa and I will be back soon! The door closed behind Natasha as the queue moved again. Now just six in front including Larissa who was now unashamedly dancing like Chloe had and moaning. Finally a stall became available and Larissa ran in, yanking her tight leather trousers down as best she could but only getting them barely over her butt cheeks when the heavens opened! Pee gushed our furiously as Larissa tried learning forwards to make her pee stream fire backwards to avoid soaking her clothes. Hovering over the pan she felt tipsy with delight, even dizzy at finally getting release after so long. Her pee kept flowing steadily whilst Natasha was still outside waiting. Finally another stall became free and Natasha walked in. Inside facing the toilet the intensity of her need became incredibly strong and try as she might her jeans just wouldn’t budge over her distended bladder. She shook with need as first a dribble then a strong trickle escaped. She tried pulling at her jeans again but they just wouldn’t budge. With no choice left she sat on the toilet and wanted to scream as her bladder gave out and her jeans got soaked. This couldn’t be happening! Not to her! But it was, just as it happened to Chloe and Eve and almost happened to Larissa. It’s just what can happen when you can’t go because of a long queue. It really can happen to any woman.
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  27. View File EasternCanadaDL From a Pornhub user called EasternCanadaDL. Unfortunately her account seemingly disappeared, but I saved all her vids before it was gone. Most are wetting, but some have messing. Hope y'all enjoy! 😃 Submitter Hooded-Plush Submitted 03/27/2020 Category Female
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  28. Haha you should try writing these full chapters with one hand at times because my own bladder needs my support lol. I always write with Avery full bladder...
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  29. The Exchange

    Oh, this is nice! Even though I'm usually not into the whole "powerful women brought low" trope.
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  30. Thank you! That means a lot to me
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  31. Moms

    How about soon to be moms? Looks like her panties were a little wet before she started. NUDITY WARNING 30.avi
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  32. Super sexy pictures and videos you posted. Looks like you had to go bad wetting yourself. I love all your pictures. You have nice pussy here too. Thanks for sharing.
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  33. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5efb31e4714a3
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  34. That is one of the reasons I love the Sims. A second reason (far below the ability to pee) is getting rid of Mortimer Goth. He is mean to his wife. But that is far below my love of peeing Sims ... and I really need to get a more recent version of the Sims with mods.
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  35. You’ve seen the girls of HD Wetting pee themselves countless times in the past, but now, its your turn. Alisha challenges you to hold it when you are desperate, and when you wet your pants she teases and humiliates you. In this interactive scene Alisha asks you to only watch this video when you are extremely desperate to pee. Then, after a break to give you time to pause the video and come back when your ready, she mocks you for being desperate and the difficulty you are having holding it. When you do wet yourself, Alisha responds by shaming and humiliating you. However, when you start to seem really upset, she realizes that she may have gone too far. She apologizes to you, then intentionally wets her pants to show you that it is okay, and so you won’t have to be the only one humiliated.
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  36. Aight I have started with that redesign for the picture system I mentioned. Not solely because it became a topic before. But because I have implemented something else which required me to do something that completely breaks the current picture system. So yeah redesigning that got priority , it is the only things that completely broke after all. Now I got an idea on how I want to do this but because I might find things obvious some of you might not I'd like some opinions. I created a small demo on how the setup page for pictures would look like and I'd like to know whether this could be workable for users. In the end-product the page should get a explanation, but for now I'll give it here: The idea is that you select the girl you want to set a picture for, then select the type of image you want to change for that girl (the images are labelled on the state of her bladder in case you hadn't guessed.) If the selected girl-imgtype combination already has a url set to it, it will be called upon selecting and shown in the text-field while the picture will be shown at it's normal place. In the text field you can paste the img-url and when you click on update the picture will be shown and stored for the chose girl+imgtype. Now in the demo the url won't be stored but the picture will be shown. This also means that a stored url can't be called either, instead when you make a selection your selection will appear as text in the text field. I am thinking of changing the options into two drop-down menu's instead of this which would include all set custom names with an option to add more names but yeah. What I'm asking you to do is to play around with the demo and see if you can have a picture appear, any feedback would be appreciated. picdemo.zip You should be able to use your own image-urls but I used this one in my testing of the demo: https://i.postimg.cc/RC8g52fB/pixlose.gif Oh before anyone is going to complain about this meaning that you would have to constantly set up the urls, I've also implemented something that should allow the users to keep their settings in between sessions it appears to work but it does need more testing. But yeah that shouldn't be an issue
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  37. Hello you wonderful people! Aletta is back and boy she is making the best of Rex's predicament. The game wqs started by Rex but now Aletta is slaying it... Let me know what you gotta think!
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  38. Just Soaking a Pullup A while back I wrote about buying a pack of pull-ups when I was caught short without a change of undies: And I still have a good number of these pull-ups left from this pack – they don’t fit and all I can basically do with them is open the sides and wear them like pads inside a tight pair of panties or use them as boosters in other much larger diapers. I do like having them in their pack, just sitting around. Whenever I open my closet and I spot a pack of diapers it gives me a little thrill, I’m not sure why. Perhaps because someone else could see them, or maybe just I really love looking at packs of diapers. Anyhow, I currently have a little bag of ‘diaper’s that are far too small for Rachel to wear and they will never fit her’ in my closet. I don’t play with these all that often, though there are still a couple of lovely adorable Hello Kitty pull-ups in there, like these ones: The other day I had a busy morning and drank a bunch of tea. I was bursting, like at a 9 on the scale, which is a risky place to be when it’s starting to be allergy season and a sneeze could result in a soaked chair and bottoms. It’s also a silly place to be as I work from home, and apart from the odd Zoom call where I’m leading and need to be present the whole time, I have no excuse not to use the toilet whenever I feel the need. However, earlier on in the morning, when I felt the urge to pee building, I decided to have a little fun and hold on for a while. When the pressure reached a 9 I got up and made my way to the bathroom, but I wanted to do something else. Simply peeing in the toilet wasn’t going to satisfy me this morning. I contemplated wetting my pants (PJ bottoms which I’ve been wearing almost daily), but thought against it as I was planning on wearing them for another few days and it was definitely not laundry day. I thought about peeing my panties (cute little pink and red striped shimapan) but wasn’t quite feeling that either. So wiggling with desperation, I popped my head into my closet and got that little whooshing feeling that comes with spotting a half-used pack of pull-ups and was like, yes, this will be my morning omorashi entertainment. I pulled out an adorable and deceptively thin Minnie Mouse pullup, briefly lamented that these kinds of adorable pull-ups don’t fit me (#WomanlyHips), and brought them into the bathroom with me. I opened up the sides of the pullup and adjusted the double gathers so they were standing up. I then pulled down my PJ bottoms (while still wiggling with desperation), pulled my panties down to mid-thigh, inspected the gusset of my panties (only a little damp spot, not from pee…), decided to pull my panties off completely, and then stood in the shower holding the pullup in place – that is, firmly against my diaper section. The instant I was in position my body knew to release, or it began releasing and I’m just giving it the right kind of credit and not blaming it for giving up. I could hear my pee hissing into the diaper and after about 30 seconds, I tried to bear down to make the flow stop. As you will know, I’m terrible at this, and gave up after about 10 second of straining, all the while peeing freely into the pullup. I wished I’d stood at an angle where I could see myself in the mirror, as I would have loved to see the little picture that is the wetness indicator disappear, but I was more worried about leaks. I held the diaper in place and only gradually let if down from my body as it grew in weight. I thought that any moment I’d hear the tell-tale tinkle of a leak but the diaper held. As I felt myself dribbling to an end of peeing, I lowered the diaper and inspected it. It was full of pee. And I mean full, I could see my pee almost at the top of the gathers, but they were holding up to their job. Like I was cradling I delicate baby sleeping squirrel in a hammock, I moved the pullup away from my body and inspected it more. Yes, I breathed in the delicious smell of my pee, which was… delicious and intoxicating. I heard a couple of dribbles hit the bathtub. Because it looked like it needed some help distributing the pee to the edges of the pullup, I moved it back in forth in such a way as to better distribute the pee. I could have waited and watched but I was getting a little tired of standing there without bottoms, with my pee-spoaked labia dribbling in the breeze so to speak. Once I was sure the pee was as effectively spread as it was going to spread I hopped out of the bathtub, wiped myself, pulled my panties and PJ bottoms back on, and then lay the pullup down for a picture. As you can see, it is absolutely sodden. But you can’t see just how sodden it is until I lay it down and lightly depressed it to see how well the absorbent core was doing with my massive pee. It turns out it was not doing all the good of a job, and a bunch of still warm pee leaked out onto the floor. I pressed a little harder and still more pee oozed out. I really liked how the soaked diaper looked sitting there on the floor with its own little puddle, so I took a few more shots, before picking it up, squeezing it out over the toilet, thoroughly wiping down my floor, bundling up the Pullup, and heading by out to get on with my day. Now I was only slightly distracted by my little adventure and throbbing ever so slightly. I took care of this issue at lunch. One of the perks of working from home…
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  39. O my god, yes! I used to love your stories!
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  40. Have you thought of doing a video game based story
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  41. That would be nice it's been a long time since we seen anything new from you.
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  42. 1.5 It wasn’t a gush nor a spurt. Just a slow, continuous leak, a weak stream. But it was enough. I knew it was more than enough to soak through my underwear and shorts. There was no longer the hope of hiding it, which meant I certainly couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom now. No. I was stuck here for the long haul. I’d have to wait until everyone else left the lecture hall. Turning to the more immediate problem of still actively wetting my self, I tried to pull back with all my muscles. I stopped the flow for a few seconds before another spurt and gush came out, but then I was able to stop the flow more easily. I repeated this several times until I finally gained just enough control to not notice if I was leaking more. In all that time though, I didn’t notice the boy next to me, the one I had just tried, and failed, to connect to and dump some of my bladder in to. He had been quickly writing a note and passed it to me just as I controlled my bladder enough to not keep leaking. HI. I’M JOSEPH. I DIDN’T MEAN TO CRASH YOUR CONNECTION. YOU JUST STARTLED ME. I SAW WHAT YOU DID FOR THAT BLONDE GIRL - TAKING SOME OF HER NEED. THAT WAS REALLY NICE. YOU MUST BE BURSTING NOW THOUGH. HOW BADLY DO YOU NEED TO GO - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 - I’M ONLY LIKE MAYBE A 2 RIGHT NOW SO I CAN TAKE SOME FROM YOU IF YOU NEED. He KNEW?? What? How? He can’t... ohhhh I need to pee. I quickly circled 10 and wrote back - I JUST WET MYSELF PTETTY BAD. I’M STILL IN DANGER OF LOSING IT ALL. I passed it back and he looked up with some sympathy. That’s when I felt it, he made a connection between our bladders (far more gently and quickly than I had been able to) and I could feel the instant relief. He drained about half before ending the connection and wrote back - WOW, YOU REALLY DID HAVE TO GO! IM AT ABOUT A 6 NOW, SO HOPEFULLY YOU ARE AS WELL. I AM. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I WASN’T GOING TO MAKE IT. NO WORRIES. I’LL HANG BACK AFTER CLASS AND YOU CAN USE MY COAT TO TIE AROUND YOUR WAIST. YOU FELT ABSOLUTELY SOAKED WHEN I WAS MAKING OUR CONNECTION. My face flashed red with heat. That’s embarrassing. I was so caught up with relief I forgot he would have to trace a path through my (and my sopping underwear) to connect. THANK YOU NO WORRIES. ALSO, YOU SEEM SOMEWHAT NEW TO THIS. ANY QUESTIONS? SO MANY, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START. ALRIGHT. YOU CAN STILL USE MY COAT TO COVER YOURSELF, BUT I KNOW A PLACE WE CAN TALK SAFELY. AND PEE HOPEFULLY. YOU HELPED A LOT, BUT I STILL HAVE TO GO. AND I’D IMAGINE YOU DO TOO AFTER TAKING ALL THAT FROM ME. LOL. YOU ARE NEW TO THIS. JUST FOLLOW ME AFTER CLASS
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  43. 'That'll be thirteen-fifty, would you like a carrier bag?' "Thirteen?" The man in front of me asks, picking up his cigarettes. "They're usually cheaper." "Umm, yeah. They rose the price a short while ago." The man shrugs and hands me a five and a ten. I punch it into the machine and hand over the change to the man. "Thanks, have a nice day" I say to him as he walks off. Or more accurately, now that he's already a few feet away. I lean back in my chair, and look across to Katie. She stares at me from her till, eyes agape like she's seen a ghost. She looks down into the shop to see if there's anyone in, and when she notices there isn't she hops out her chair and comes over to me. "No way." She says as she walks over. "No bloody way, Charlotte." "What?" I ask her. "He spoke to you." She points out, leaning on my till. I had noticed him doing that, I'll be honest... "Yeah. He did..." I say, trying to figure out if she had a point here. "I have never heard him speak in my entire life." She tells me. "And I've worked her for about a year!" "Umm..." "Katieee!" Comes a third voice, as another girl charges through the front doors of the shop. Katie turns around with a grin. "Apriiil!" She returns to her. Katie is my co-worker here - she helped get me this job, so I have to be thankful - even if the work is a bit menial. April is one of her friends. She must be quite a close friend, she comes in every day to pick her up. "April - get this!" Says Katie, excitedly. "You know the guy who comes in everyday and gets cigarettes?" "Not personally" Says April. "But lord knows I've heard you talk about him enough!" She says. Katie grins. "Well, he spoke to Charlotte!" Katie says, as if it were amazing. April looks at her from a slight angle, raising her hands as if expecting Katie to add something to this. "He - SPOKE - to her." Katie reiterates." "And?" Katie drops her hands and leans backwards slightly, admitting defeat in making her point. "I have never seen him speak in my entire life. Even that one time I walked into him on the street." Katie explains. "You mean last week." April asks. "Y-yeah." Katie confirms. "After you'd got very drunk?" "Y-y...Maybe." April looks at her with an eyebrow raised. "Yeah..." "When you then started shouting at me for pushing you, even though I was a good distance away." "T-that's the time..." Katie says, blushing a little. April looks to me and smirks. I smirk back. "Ahem." A new voice enters our discussion. I turn to the left to notice a customer stood at my till with his shopping. A middle aged man with an impressive beard but completely bald on top. I blush hard and start scanning his stuff as quickly as I can, trying to ignore April's snickering. I try to avoid eye contact with the man as I swipe his stuff across, instead staring intently at each of his items. Sausages, bacon, tea, bread, Chocolate-Frosted Sugar-bombs, eggs, milk...nothing too interesting, but it saves me the embarrassment of looking this man in the eyes after I'd ignored him like I had. "The cereal comes with a free bowl if you'd like -" "No." He grunts, cutting me off. "T-that's fourteen-eighty s-sir." I say, staring at the till. Out the corner of my eye I can see him gesture to my chest. "You're new, right?" He asks. He must have noticed my 'I'm new!' badge on my shirt. It's a massive bright red badge, stuck into my white polo shirt. "Y-yeah." I admit. I guess the badge didn't give it away. "You won't last long if you spend all your time talking to your friends like that." He tells me. I feel myself blush harder. "S-sorry..." I mumble. I can hear him sigh. "W-would you like a bag?" "yeah, please." He says. I hand it to him and wait until he's finished packing until I look up. He gives me a look of general disappointment before leaving. "Looks like you flubbed that one up." Katie tells me, leaning on my chair behind me. As if I hadn't noticed. "Yeah, Char!" April says. "How dare you talk to us ever!" She says with a smirk. "Do it again and you're fired!" Says Katie. "Not quite, but don't make a habit of it." Comes another voice. I jerk my head to look at the part of the till where customers line up (Is there a name for that?). There's no-one there. "Over here." Comes the voice again. I look to my right. It's Margret. Margret's our manager. She's a bit older than Katie, April and I - she must be in her mid-thirties. She's got blonde hair tied into a pony tail, and she's fairly athletic looking. If only she acted as pretty as she looks - she's got the personality of a broody hippo. "S-sorry Margret!" I say, sitting up and trying to look my best. "Keep an eye on this one, Maggie!" Says April, pointing to me. I can almost hear 'Maggie' getting angry. "This one's trouble!" April carries on. Margret goes to say something to April, but stops herself. April doesn't work here, so Margret can't really do anything. She does cast Katie a look though. I can hear Kate stifle a laugh. Margret turns to me again. "Katie finishes in five minutes - are you ready for your first shift without her?" She asks me. No. No I am not. "Y-yes." I say to Margret, trying to look professional. "I'll be fine." Margret closes her eyes and breathes in, nods, and walks away, back to her office at the back of the store. "Don't worry about it, Char." Katie tells me. "You'll do fine." she says, and with that walks back to her till. April hangs around with her. Today's my first full day here at Lowcost - I'd worked half a shift last Friday as a trial, but today's my first full shift. It's pretty late as shifts go, finishing at nine. At least I get to miss the closing period between ten and eleven - Katie tells me that it's all cleaning and restocking - getting ready for tomorrows morning shift. So far it's not been too bad. None of the customers seem too rude, the chair's not too bad, the uniform is...well, it's a uniform. It doesn't matter what I think of it, it's part of the job. Cream/brown slacks, and a white polo. That's the uniform. Could certainly be worse, I guess. Shoes are pretty lenient - no trainers, no high-heels, no sandals - so today I'm wearing a pair of white converse shoes. Well, I was wearing them. I've taken them off under the desk - don't tell Margret! Plain white socks aren't part of the uniform, but it's closer than being barefoot, right? Not that it matters really, no-one can see me from the waist down really. Everything below my shirt is covered by the till itself, so unless someone leans over they won't be able to see. And even then, it'd be hard to see that I didn't have shoes on considering that they're under the chair, and also the fact I might ask them to stop leaning over and looking at my legs. Am I spending too much time on this? Y-yes I am, there's a customer again! It's an elderly woman. On the till and slowly coming toward me are some potatoes, onions, minced beef, and bread. I sit awkwardly and wait for the till's belt to haul it over to reaching distance. I pick up the potatoes and go to scan them. "You-re new, right?" The woman asks. I guess this big red badge is kinda hard to notice among the whiteness that is my shirt. "Yup." I say to the woman, running her items over the scanner. "First full day today." I tell her. "You're already doing a better job than some of the other girls here." She says to me in a very matter-of-fact manner. "Hullo Mrs Jenkins!" I hear Katie say from across her till. April nearly falls off the till as she tries not to laugh. The woman - Mrs Jenkins - turn around, then turns back to me. I look at her blankly, hoping that she'll go away now that I've scanned her stuff. She stands there and waits a moment. I can see April behind me trying to get back to her feet behind Katie's till. "How much is it?" The woman asks me. "Oh! It's eight-fifteen!" I blurt out, looking at Mrs Jenkins and not April anymore. She doesn't seem quite as amused as April is. "Hmph." She grunts, handing me a tenner. I take it from her and fumble out the correct change, dropping a coin on the counter as I hand it over to her. I scramble to pick it up again. "Maybe you aren't doing a better job..." The woman growls. I'm taken aback by this. Surely I can't be doing that badly? "She'll learn, Mrs Jenkins!" Katie says. "One day she'll be as good as me!". April can't hold back her laughter any more and ends up on the floor again, giggling loudly. Mrs Jenkins doesn't even turn to look. "...I really hope not." She says, picking up her items and putting them in her own bag. She glares at Katie and April - who almost bursts with laughter - and walks out the shop. I look over to Katie, feeling a mixture of emotions. Mostly confused. "Don't worry about her, Char." Kate says to me, reading the expression on my face. "She's a regular here, she hates me so much - but she's harmless." "Just don't break any rules." April reminds me helpfully. "It's funnier that way!" As April says this a little buzzer goes off on Katie's till. Katie throws both her hands in the air and twirls around in her chair. "Finished!" She shouts, standing up and pushing her chair out behind her. "Let's get going!" "Hold on a mo'" says April. "I need to use the loo". "No you don't" Katie informs her, turning her around by the shoulders. "Let's get going - I just need my jacket." The two walk off toward the staff-room, then come back out a few seconds later, with Katie now wearing her blue jacket. It clashes a bit with her pale brown skirt and white polo shirt - but that's the uniform. April looks a lot more comfy in her jeans and grey tee-shirt. The two wave at me as they walk out, and I wave back. So. Now it's just me. Me and this bottle of water. I take a swig and put the bottle down. I check the clock. Only two hours left until nine, then I can leave. I watch Katie and April walk down the road outside, and I can't help but feel a bit envious. I can't watch for too long though - there's another customer. A man walks over and rolls three large bottles of soda toward me - one normal, one diet, and one New! Orange! variety. "Oh, hello Charlotte." He says. "I didn't know you worked here." "Yup!" I tell the man. "Started here yesterday!". The man is a friend of my dads. Our two families have know each other since we were young - he's got a daughter about a year younger than me. She looks older than me now, though. I scan the soda's through and put them in a bag. "That's six-pound-thirty please, Mr. Grahamn." I tell him. He smiles as he hands me the money. "Tell yours I said hello, won't you?" He asks me. I nod. He smiles again, then heads out the shop. Well. This is how my evening's going to be going for the next two hours. Sitting here. Bored. At least I have my water. I drink from the bottle again. I'm already at that level of boredom that I'm drinking just to keep myself amused. I look at myself in the reflective metal on the till. My hairs come a little out of place, so I push it back. The reflection's not too clear, but I can clearly make myself out in it. I've got dark hair, tied back into a pony tail that rests on my right shoulder, and the front is swept over to the right. My glasses sit comfortably on my face, casting a slight shadow over my cheeks, hiding the freckles a little. I'm fairly short for my age, thin too - so much so that I've had professors at my university question me about my age - I'm nineteen by-the-way. Margret certainly looked over my ID when I applied to work here - thankfully Katie assured her it was correct. Katie got me the job here, like I said earlier. We both are in the same history class - we got to know each other because I started shopping here after they closed the shop I used to go to. We had met before in class, but that was when I....actually, I'm not going to mention that bit. I push myself back in my chair, pushing it into the back of the till. I breathe out through my mouth and look down at my feet. Plain white socks still. The floors a bit dirty. My shoes are kicked over to the sides. I go to drink from my bottle again, but manage to knock the lid onto the floor. It rolls slowly to the furthest point and until it falls flat onto one side with a little tapping noise. Balls. I look up and around the shop. Pretty empty. I slide myself off the chair and clamber under the till. It's really quite cramped, but I can fit in. I grab the bottle-cap. "Hello?" Comes a voice from above. "Ouch!" Comes my voice as I bang my head against the till. The first voice surprised me! "What're you doing down there?" Asks Margret. "I dropped my lid." I tell her, holding it up as if she needed proof. I then proceed to drop it again. She looks at me like she made a mistake hiring me. "Leave it." She tells me before I can go after it. "Stay sat up and serve customers - they can't see you if you're down there." "But there aren't any-" "Charlotte, stay sat up and serve customers." She tells me, this time quite strictly. She glares at me and I nod. "Good. I'll be in the office if you need me." She turns away to walk off. "Oh, Margret?" I begin, leaning forward. "What." She says. She doesn't ask it - she really doesn't want to be asked questions right now. "Umm, nevermind..." I say, looking down. She sighs. I was going to ask where the toilets were. Still, I'm only here for another two hours. I can hold it. A customer walks over. She slaps down a loaf of bread and a six-pack of root beers. The belt hauls them over. As I scan them she steps forward and slaps her card against the reader. I look up at her as I grab ahold of her things. She's looking quite angrily at the reader. I scan the bread over with a beep. "Why isn't it working?" She asks me. I look at her again. "Well?" "It's not on yet..." I tell her. "Why not?" "I haven't charged you?" I suggest. She looks at my badge and sighs. "Well charge me then." "I need to scan the things through first..." I inform her. She looks at the root beers still in my hand and sighs again. I scan it over. "Well?" "Wh-what?" "Why can't I pay yet?" "I only just scanned it through..." I say, padding toward the 'card' option on the till machine. The reader blinks alive at bleeps as it registers her card. As she pulls the bread off the till she rolls her eyes and sighs again. She basically snatches the root beers out my hand and storms off with a tut. "Have a nice...day." I say, pausing as the doors close behind her. Huh. I don't have time to think about the woman, as another customer wanders over. He dumps down a six-pack of Future brand sodas and starts playing with his phone. He's got both his earphones in and isn't paying me any attention. I run the tins over the scanner, hearing the soda's swill around inside. "That's two-fifty please sir." "No thanks." He says, not looking away from his phone. That's very much not the correct answer. "Sir?" "No, I don't need a bag." He says a little aggressively. He's going to get a bag, right up his- "Y-you need to pay..." I tell him. He pulls out his earphones. "I. Don't. Want. A bag." He says, slowly, as if I'm a moron. I frown at him and consider adding an extra item to the till. "That's. Two. Fifty." I say back to him, mocking him. He frowns at me. He jams his hand into his pocket and pulls out some coins and throws them onto the till. There's only about one-eighty-seven there. "That's not enough." I tell him. "That's all I've got." He says angrily, as if it's my fault. I look at him. He looks back at me. I keep looking at him. "Is there anything you can do?" Well, the six-packs of lemonade are on sale, and the individual cans of soda are eighty pence. And we offer a five-pound voucher for filling out a quick survey. Or there's the store brand sodas which are much cheaper. "There's literally nothing I can do, sir." I tell him. He frowns again, picks up his money, and leaves, leaving me with a six pack of sodas. I take a drink from my water bottle again, finishing it, and throw the bottle into the little plastic bin I've got in the till-space. I go to pick up the six pack. ...I really like Future sodas though. Yeah, I'm gonna keep these. I'll pay for them when my shift's finished. I get a thirty percent discount on everything for working here, so there's no reason not to. I'll have one now though - to help me put up with some of these customers. The next few customers aren't so bad - some of them even talk to me like I'm a human being! Time passes slowly behind the till, with the only events really being the customers and drinking from my newly acquired tin of soda. Which might be a bad idea. By eight o'clock I'm really feeling the need to use the loo. I should have asked Margret if I could have went when she was here an hour ago. I keep my legs together as I anticipate the next hour being a bit of a struggle. I finish the soda as well, because...I don't know why I finished the soda, I should have left it, now I really need to go. Of course I can't get up and go without Margret covering my till for me. I look over to her office. She's sat in the office on her computer, doing some sort of filing. No...wait...yeah, that's definitely Reddit. She's not doing work, she's on Reddit. I stand up and lean over on my till to try and get her attention. This doesn't work, so I try waving. This also doesn't work, but it does confuse the customer who's just walked over. The customer looks at me in the way you'd look at a child you've just caught doing something wrong. "Err, H-hello." I say, sitting back down. Sitting down really puts pressure on my bladder for a second, and I almost wince. The customer doesn't seem to notice though - or at least they don't seem to care - as they toss over three packs of luncheon meat. Turkey ham, normal ham, and chicken ham. The hamly trinity. No I'm not sorry. I take the three items and scan them over, trying not to think of my bladder, or of how I looked to this customer while I was leaning over the counter and waving like a lunatic. "That's three pounds please sir" I say to him, trying to avoid his gaze. He doesn't seem to care though as he taps his card against the reader. Sitting and waiting here for the next customer gives me plenty of time to consider how much I need the toilet. No distractions, nothing going on. Just my full bladder and me. I look over to Margret again. Still on the internet, doing things she shouldn't be. Other websites she goes on include Youtube, Facebook, and some website I don't recognise with a pale blue banner at the top. What ever it is, it's not work. And it's not letting me ask her to cover me so I can go pee! Hmph. I sit back again in the chair and swivel myself side to side, bashing my feet against the sides of the till as I do. Pretty sure the shop's empty now. I stand up where I am and look around the store. Empty. Good. Surely no-one would mind if I snuck off to use the bathroom... I mean, a customer might come in, but they'd have to be pretty quick to get something and demand that it be payed for in the time it took me to pee. Although I guess it could happen. It's too much of a risk, especially on my first day - I'm going to have to hold it. I sigh and let one hand drop between my legs to hold myself and make it a bit easier. Then I look up, see the camera pointing at me, and move my hand again. I'm not doing anything inappropriate, but I've heard stories that people have done. I'll be fine. I can hold it. I mean, it's not too bad. Why did I drink that whole tin of soda?. Don't think about it, you're fine... You'll be fine, Charlotte. How much time left 'till I can leave? Ugh, still fourty five minutes. I can make that! Maybe. Probably. I press my legs together and buckle in for a long fourty five minutes. I look down at my feet again. I'm pressing them together in an effort to help me hold it all in. I look up again as I hear the sound of the doors opening. "Heya Charlie!" comes a familiar voice - it's Katie again. April too. Still in the same clothes as before, Katie in her uniform, and April in her khaki shorts. Was she wearing those earlier? "Hey, you two" I say back to them, trying to hide my need. "Back again?" I ask, as if I can't see the answer. "Yup!" Shouts April walking straight down the aisle. "Katie forgot her wallet, and I'm gonna pick up a few drinks while I'm here. Don't forget, I get friend's discount!" "No she does not" Katie tells me, walking toward the staff room in the opposite direction to April. The two go quiet for a moment as they do their own things. Katie's the first to come back - she leans over on my till. "How's the shift going?" She asks. "Oh you know, loads of fun." I tell her. April saunters over with a couple six-packs - one is Future Cola, the other is some store brand beers. "Don't forget - mates rates" April reminds me. Katie leans in and repeatedly hits the 'Five pound' button, shooting the cost up to about fifty pounds. I chuckle. "That look about right there, April?" Katies asks, pointing to the electric reader. April almost jumps. "Wow, these really have gone up!" April jokes. I lean over and undo all the fives - the total cost comes to about six-fifty. "I know you can't drink these beers on the job, Char" begins April, pulling a tin of soda out the pack. Like I'd want to drink right now, I feel like another drink might just push me over the edge. "But you can drink sodas, right?" She says, handing me one. I really want to say no, but that would be rude. "C-cheers" I say, taking the tin and opening it. "Hold on..." says April, pulling two beers out the other pack. She hands one to Kate, and keeps the other herself. They open theirs with a hiss. "Cheers!" She says, raising her tin. Kate knocks her tin into it, and I follow suit, knocking my tin into them. Cheers's done, we all drink. This is of course a terrible move that I regret instantly. I try my best not to shudder as I swallow - I can feel my bladder telling me I've made a bad move. "So, how long do you have left?" Katie asks me, sipping from her can. "Not too long now." I tell her. "Only fourty minutes or so" FOURTY MINUTES. I HAVE TO HOLD IT ANOTHER FOURTY MINUTES. "That's not too bad then, is it?" April says, sitting on the till. She slumps her back-pack down on the till by her side. "Could certainly be worse." Well, she's right there. It could be worse. She could have given me two cans... I look at April for a moment. I'm sure she wasn't wearing those shorts earlier. "So what are you two up to?" I ask them. April looks upwards and chuckles a bit. Katie smirks. "Oh not much - the usual really." Katie says. "Went for a walk about the town - really nice weather today" She tells me. "It did get a bit damp though." April says, nodding to Katie. Katie giggles again. I feel like I might be getting a bit damp soon... The two sit with me for about ten agonising minutes, in which the three of us finish our drinks. By now I can feel that I'm sweating, and if it weren't for these two, I'd be just short of writhing in my seat. The pressure inside me has completely built up like nothing else these past ten minutes, having drunk the whole tin of soda. 'Why?' My bladder seems to ask. 'Why didn't you just say no?' Too late now, of course. I'm just going to have to put up with i- "You okay there Char?" Katie asks me. "You're looking a bit bothered?" "Wh-what?" "You are sweating a bit" April says. "Do you want us to turn on the aircon or anything?" "N-no! I'll be fine, it's just half an hour more now!" I tell them. "We could get Margret to turn down the heat - she used to do this all the time when I was here" Katie says. "You still work here, Kate" April reminds her. "I mean when I worked late shifts." Katie reminds her. "Then there was that one time..." "Ha!" Laughs April. "I remember - Didn't she have to call you a cab?" "Yeah, that's the one!" Katie giggles back. "She didn't really want me around that late again after that." Another customer walks into the shop. The three of us look up from the till at him. He looks over to see us staring. He almost falls over backwards. Katie giggles. "Get used to this guy" Kate tells me, turning to face me. "Goes to our uni - you must have seen him, right?" "I think I recognise him" I say, trying to look normal. "Total stoner" Katie tells me. "A tenner says he's getting like three bags of nachos." I look over to him. He's looking at the cereals, with his chin in his hand like he's considering something seriously. "Anyway" Says April, knocking Kate on the arm. "We better get going" "Already?" Katie says, grinning. "So soon?" April just smiles, hops off the till, and drags Kate out by the arm, taking her bag in the other hand. "Later, Char!" They both say as they walk out. Thank. God. Now I can hold myself. I grab myself with both hands the second they're out of view, moaning as it gets so much easier to hold the second I do. I blush once I realise I was loud enough that the one man in the shop is now looking at me. I try to pull a straight face. Toilet. Need toilet. Want to pee. Uggh! Toilet. Want to use the toilet. Need to use the toilet. When can I use the - "Hey." I look up. It's the guy. I don't know his name. His eyes are quite red. He's dumped about six boxes of Chocolate-Frosted Sugar-Bombs on the till belt. I chuckle a little - massive mistake. The extra pressure on my bladder nearly causes a leak. Correction. It caused a leak! Oh, crap, I can feel a slightly damp spot. N-no one can see it, I'm fine, just need the toilet... "Uhh, hey" I say to him. He smiles limply at me. "Umm, each box of cereal comes with a free toilet - BOWL. They come with a free bowl." He looks at me and considers me for a moment. "Free toilet bowl?" He asks, looking genuinely interested in the offer. "Uh, ha ha - n-no, just a bowl." "Could I use the bowl as a toilet? What. "Umm, I mean you c-could. But it's best you don't." "Could I get a toilet instead?" "We have toilets here" I tell him, almost as if to taunt myself. "But can I take it with me?" "N-no." "Aww, man." He says with a grin. "Dude, could you imagine if these did come with a toilet?" "Ha ha..." I force myself to laugh. Even fake laughing is pressing on my already full bladder. "T-that would be something!" I say to him, trying to ignore the fact that the damp spot on my underwear is feeling warmer again. "T-that's thirteen pounds, please sir" "Hey - more like pees sir, right?" He asks, laughing like he's said something genius. "Because of the free toilet" he adds, trailing off into giggles. I can't help but smirk. He hands me the money, and takes all six boxes out. No bag. He just carries them. Oh god! I've already begun leaking! TWICE. In front of a customer. I NEED TO GO! I look around again, standing up. I look down at the crotch of my pants - still dry, but I doubt they'll be like this for long if I don't go to the loo now. I look over to Margret again - I'll have to ask if I can go before I do. She's still on her computer, and she's certainly not working. She's not paying any attention to me...I don't know if I can wait much more! No - n-no I can't! I go to sit down, but again this puts pressure on my bladder - and I can't take that any more! Physically! I feel heat shoot across my crotch. I hear a tiny hiss, and I feel a squirt escape me. Then I feel my face go bright red. I've started wetting myself. I just know it. I'm left with one choice. Break the rules and pee in the toilet, or break my limit and pee in my work pants. The second one is certainly much warmer, and might have already begun - but I don't choose it. Rules be damned - I'm going to the loo! I push my chair back and step out the till booth. I turn toward the toilet and begin walking. The warm patch quickly cools as- "Char!" It's Margret! "Char, where are you going?" "I need to-" "Sit back down - there's half an hour left" She says, turning back into her office. and going straight back on her computer. Yeah, half an hour - thanks for reminding me. Half an hour of holding, groaning, and trying my very best to keep my uniform clean. I sulk my way back to my till and try to sit down quickly as I can to stop any more leaks. It doesn't work, and my cooling underwear grows warm again. I rest my head in one hand, and use the other to press into my crotch as hard as I can. This helps a little. I'm not visibly wet though, right? I lean forward and move my hand to look at my crotch. I wasn't visibly wet. Wasn't. Leaning forward puts pressure on my bladder, and taking away my hand was just an awful idea - and I'm rewarded with a sudden, harsh squirt of wee - straight into my work pants. I gasp and throw myself back into my chair as I try to stop it. Crap! I really am wetting myself! Come on Char, don't do this. Hold it. You're gonna be fine. It's just a little stain, about as long as your finger. A-and the puddle on the chair is barely noticeable. E-except I can feel it being absorbed by the seat of my pants! Crap! I lean forward and grunt, pressing both hands down as to stop another leak. This works, but only just. I look up at the clock. Eight thirty-five. COME ON! GO FASTER! Twenty five more minutes - and I'm stuck in this chair. I wriggle my legs. I swivel my chair side to side. I lean in all directions and wrap my legs around each other. Ugh, my pants are really pressing into my bladder now - W-which I can see! It's actually bulging! That's how full I am! I'm going to undo my pants - j-just the button though! I press my hand against my bladder to undo the button - pushing it into myself and sliding the button out with ease - but at a price. Pressing into my bladder sends my body into spasm, and I wince and shudder as I try to stop my bladder from completely releasing itself. I only just manage to hold it, and I still lose a dribble. Twenty four more minutes, and I've got to stay as dry as I am. I'm not gonna make it! It feels bad admitting that - but I know it's true. The soda tins sit in the bin - taunting me. 'You should never have drunk us' they seem to say. 'Because we're coming back out soon'. That gives me an idea... I pick up an empty tin. I look down at my crotch - blushing as I notice how wet it is now. I could just undo my zipper, pull my underwear to one side and let it out into the can... Just the thought of peeing hits me like a bus, and another warm dribbles makes it's way out of me and down into my seat. I'll do it. I'll pee in the can. Let me just make sure there are no customers... No - empty! Just me, my bladder, and the CCTV- Fuck. CCTV. Ugh! No choice. Gotta hold. I check the time again. Eight Fourty five. Still fifteen minutes left! I CAN MAKE IT. N-no I can't! I'm gonna burst! W-what if I let a little out now, t-then I could make it the whole way - and I'm already notably wet! That's genius. I'm a genius. I will let out, let's say one second of pee. That should be enough... I close my eyes and relax my bladder muscles. I feel it well up and burst out of me with a soft hiss, spreading hot pee over my thighs and down onto my chair. I pull back on my muscles to stop the flow. Why isn't it stopping? I wince, moan, and pull as hard as I can with my bladder muscles, jamming both hands into my crotch. Pee runs through my fingers and begins to patter on the floor, wetting my socks, but I manage to stem the flow after about three seconds of effort. Even with the stream stopped, the whole lake inside me, that was poised to flood out, is now pressing on my muscles with the weight of an ocean. I bash my feet against the floor a couple times, and after a further five seconds the desperate urge to let it all out dies down. I can breath again. I look up from my now-very-damp crotch. Shop's still empty. Margret's still on the internet. I'm still about to burst. The leak wasn't enough - and on top of that, now I'm wet. I've tasted relief - I NEED MORE!. I look down again - once I can bring myself to. My crotch has a wet patch almost the size of a large orange, with a streak down the inside of my left leg, which trails around the back of my calf, and leaves a tiny pale-yellow line down my left sock's ankle. It's not really worth holding it anymore - I might as well just let it go... No! No, I c-can't! Gotta hold it - I'm not going to lost to my own body! W-what's the time? E-eight fifty five. Urgh! Five minutes! OF AGONY! C-come on, you've let out enough to make it, Charlotte. I can't believe I'm sitting here, wetting myself like a shy school girl. Boy, have I been there before... Flashbacks of classrooms, wet uniforms and sympathetic teachers aren't helping right now. Partially because Margret doesn't look too sympathetic, and partly because my brain is reminding me that the brief moment of release is absolutely the best feeling of relief one can get. I'm trying to force myself to remember the humiliation I felt as Mr Revell asks me 'Why don't you put your hand up?' again. 'I tried sir, but it ran through my fingers...' Fifty eight now. Two minutes. Come on, nearly there. Nearly there. By now my pants are feeling quite cold, with the wet bits clinging to me in the way that only wet fabric does. And my bladder feels like pressure is welling up again in the way that only a bladder close to forcing release does. O-oh crap. Pressure builds and builds in my bladder - this is the tale-tale sign of a bladder that's about to burst. I pull both my hands into myself and squeeze my bladder shut with all the effort I have. I push myself back into my chair and squeeze my legs together. I moan softly as the pressure mounts. And it grows. And I groan. And it grows harder. Hng! In a tiny burst of effort, my bladder squeezes itself hard, and I'm helpless to stop a powerful burst of pee shooting into my pants. I wince as it squirts through my fingers with a little squishing noise - but at least this burst stops. I have a moment to catch my breath. I sit in my chair, hands warm and damp, breathing heavily. That's one wave gone. I watch the clock tick onto fifty-nine. I've got a minute left. One more wave of pressure, and I'm done. But if I can make this last minute without flooding my chair, then I can make a beeline for the bathroom. Just so long as I don't get hit by another wave of desperation. Speak of the devil... I feel the first signs of a wave. I know what's coming. I wince as I brace myself. The first warm feeling inside as my muscles prepare to squeeze. Pressure begins mounting on my bladder, and I can only moan as I get ready. There's just a minute left. If I can make it through this... Pressure keeps growing. I close my eyes tight. I Force my body still as I tense every other muscle in my body in a vain effort to stop what I know is coming. I have seconds left. The pressure's reaching it's peak. I whimper. It hits. Hnn! I can't stop it this time, and my bladder tenses up as hard as it can. With my eyes closed, I lean forward, but it doesn't help again. A hiss and a hot burst down my thighs tell me all I need to know. I feel the fabric soak up pee as it grows soft against my arms. I know my shirt's probably in the path of this - but I daren't move my hands to get it out the way. Even with both hands pressed against myself, I can't stop a second wave of pressure, and my bladder squeezes hard again. Another whimper as another hiss erupts, spreading heat further down my legs, and pushing out enough that it flows over the edge of my seat. It splatters as it crashes into the ground. A couple of streaks make their ways down my calves instead though, I can feel the hot beads of pee running down them, leaving streaks in my pants, and soaking into the tops of my socks. Unlike the last wave though, this burst doesn't completely stop. As hard as I try to stop the flow again, I can feel a tiny but constant dribble saturating my pants again. I managed to force my eyes open. I'm greeted by the sight of wet work clothes. My crotch looks like I've spilled a drink, and there's a clear, fresh puddle on the faux-leather chair. I let my left hand fall away, wiping it on the far side of my leg to dry it, before wiping the tears out my eyes. I'm not crying - my eyes are just watering from where I've had them shut so tightly. My bladder's done a similar thing. I sit still, waiting for the final hit. I can't make another desperate wave. I'm about to totally wet myself. There's nothing else that can- *Beep. Beep*. What? The buzzer! It's Nine! My shift's over! I can- Hnn! In my excitement I lose another spurt, but I manage to stop this one. I now have seconds to make my move. I jump to my feet, throwing my wet chair over. Both hands in my soaked crotch, I charge out my till. I know where to go - and I know how much time I have - the third wave is beginning. I stumble as I nearly trip over one of my shoes, hastening the last wave, and losing me another spurt of pee, straight into my hands - my pants offer no resistance any more. Each step pushes me closer to the edge, and everything is making me want to go more. The agony of holding - I want to give up. The wet squish of my socks with each step - I know I'm already wet. The tiny spurts I feel each time I move my legs - I want to finish them now. But I can't. I can see the toilet door in front of me. I'm so close! The wave's hitting me now - no, no no no n-no! I c-can hold iiii Hnnn! I can't stop this wave - it just hits me. Pee bursts through all my defences, splattering onto the floor and soaking a streak down my legs as I walk - I make a last moment decisions. I stop focusing on my bladder. Pee begins to flow out of me and into my clothes, flooding down my legs and splashing onto the floor. I move my arms away and begin running toward the bathroom, leaving a wet trail behind me. I've no time to think about this though - I just want to pee! Well - I'm already peeing, but I can limit this! I slam into the bathroom door shoulder first and it flies open. I stand in the toilet for a second as I try to locate the toilet itself. This gives me the time to make two tennis-ball sized puddles where I stand. Pee is still just flowing out of me - I'm basically peeing. Well, I am peeing - I'm totally wetting myself right now, and I can't stop it. I lunge toward the toilet, feet squishing as they hit the floor with each step, and I throw the lid up. I spin on the spot so I'm facing away from the toilet. I look down at my crotch. I can see the stain growing slowly - it's already completely obvious that I'm pissing myself - My pants and my feet are soaked. There's already a growing puddle beneath me. I can't stop though - I scramble to my fly with both hands - thanking my foresight of undoing the button. I yank down on my work pants, and am immediately greeted by my pale green panties - with a huge wet patch, and a strong steady stream just pouring through them. I don't have time to take them off though, I plant myself onto the toilet seat. Haaah! I sit back and shut my eyes as I let my body begin to pee at full force. Pee runs through my panties, running up my backside, but right now - sat over the toilet - the heat is beautiful. I'm completely wetting myself now, but that's fine. I'm on the toilet! I made it! The splashing sound beneath me is like music to my ears, and the relief is something else. It's one thing to burst, but to finally let go at the point of bursting...Undescribeable. I grin and moan, this time in raw pleasure, as relief floods over me the way desperation had just moments earlier. I can't stop myself panting and almost giggling as the feeling takes over me. Nothing matters any more, I've made it to the toilet! I keep reminding myself this, and I grin inanely each time I do. Sure, my pants, panties, and my socks are completely soaked. Sure, I've left a wet trail from my till to my toilet. Sure, my seat is up-ended from where I threw it over when I got up, and probably covered in my pee. But I made it. And with my panties still on - I don't even need to sit properly. I'm leaning back on the toilet - at an angle that might usually have a stream of pee being cast forward and onto the floor - but the fabric is enough to halt the flow, sending it flooding down my ass and into the toilet. The heat of it coursing over me is an amazing reminder that I'm finally peeing. I sit on the toilet for a good minute - eyes closed and grinning, with pee just spilling out of me. By the time I finish, I feel a bit dazed. I open my eyes and look around the bathroom. I can see two puddles where I hesitated when I came in. I can see smaller puddles where I had moved. I can see my work pants sitting loosely around my ankles, with the centre of them several shades darker than the rest. My glasses have fallen down my face a little where I hit the toilet so hard sitting down, and I can barely muster the effort to push them back into place. I sit and wait for the last drips of pee to fall out of my soaked underwear. I stand up in the bathroom, pulling my pants back up. The cold fabric stings my legs a little. Looking down, I might as well have just given up - the insides of each leg is soaked, leaving streaks about four inches wide on either side of them, and smaller streaks down my left leg's calf. My socks are mostly pale yellow and see through - I can make out each of my toes through the fabric. Each step I make leaves a wet foot print now. I pull some toilet paper of the roll and get to drying the floor. It takes about ten minutes before I leave the bathroom - I flush and wash my hands of course. I step out into the main shop - socks still leaving a wet residue on the floor behind me. Pants still with dark streaks to my feet. And Margret, hands on her hips, in front of my till. "Charlotte." She says, quite calmly. "What is this?" "Uh...I needed the toilet." I'm still surprised at how well Margret took the whole thing. She gave me a spare pair of pants and a mop and bucket. Sure I spent an extra ten minutes there, but to be fair, I had made the mess. Margret told me that by this point she was all but used to this kind of incident - although it still clearly annoyed her. I'm hoping this will be a little secret between me and her, of course. She gave me a bag to take my wet clothes in - Socks, pants and panties because walking home in wet panties would be agony. So now, at home, I'm commando, in a pair of work pants, and a white top which managed to just about escape unscathed, save a small wet patch around the base of the shirt. Something about Margret's expression tells me this won't be the last of this type of thing though...
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  44. (Bad title is bad. :T) (Also Note: in this world, Humans don't exist, and pokemon actually are supposed to wear clothes.) Kirlia POV: I was in class. I looked at the clocked, one hour until schooled ended. The only problem was is I knew I couldn't make it that much longer. I was at my desk, with one of my hands jammed into my pee hole and the other one "Writing" on my assignment. I wasn't really writing because I was distracted by my bladder, it throbbed and ached in pain and it was hard not to leak. The whole issue started at breakfast, I had 3 glasses of orange juice. And the first twinge of my bladder was in science class. But teachers don't allow us to go during class. During break, I was going to go, but the line was long. Then, after PE, (Which especially wasn't fun due to my pee filled bladder) I was so tired and thirsty, I had two bottles of water. I could hear all the liquids slish and slosh in my body when I walked around. And it all really started to pile up. During that break, the line was still way too long! I decided to tell myself I could wait until after school, that was a mistake. My bladder ached and throbbed as I tried my best not to leak. Luckily, I was in the back of the room, so non of the other students could see my hand jammed into my pee hole, but the teacher eyed the students in the back like a hawk, mostly because the one's in the back are the ones who have the easiest chance at getting away with something. Although I wasn't really a bad kid. 50 more minutes, I had no idea what to do, I just sat there, my bladder ready to explode and not only fill the seat with urine, but fill me with embarrassment. I knew if I would wet myself, I'd be a laughing stock, I would probably have to move schools or wear a bag on my head to hide my shame. I didn't want that, so I jammed my hand deeper and prayed. I felt a strong pulse causing me to bend over. I knew I wouldn't make it much longer, I realized I had to take the risk, so I raised my other hand. "Yes?". The teacher, a male furret, said in his classy voice. "M-may I use the restroom please". I said trying not to make my voice sound desperate, "You know the rules Kirlia, no using the restroom during class, you'll have to wait until school ends". He said and then pulled out a book. I heard an exchange of giggles and chuckles echo from around the room. I blushed badly in embarrassment and silently continue to struggle not to leak. Then some of the students started teasing. One of the shook their water bottle around. The sound of water sloshing made me think of sitting on the toilet and letting my pee hole open and letting out a nice, warm stream of urine and hearing it splash into the toilet. I tried to erase this thought from my mind, but then another student made it worse by loudly slurping their water bottle. The slurping made me think of the sound of liquid hitting liquid. Again, I tried to erase the thought. Still 30 minutes to go. I had no choice but to jammed my other hand as deep into my pee hole as possible. My bladder ached and throbbed in pain, my slowly moved one of my hands onto my tummy, which felt like it was being closed into to the pressure of my bladder and the ocean of urine inside demanding to be released. I knew holding it in was bad for your health, but it was either potentially damage your body, or live a life of shame and embarrassment. I'd definitely choose the former over the latter. My tummy felt swollen as a rejammed my other hand into my crotch, I could still hear the sound of other kids moving their water around teasing me. Then, one kid "accidently" knocked his open water bottle onto the floor. The water poured out the bottle and splashed all over the ground. I saw and instantly thought of the sensation of me peeing into the toilet, quickly erasing the thought, I closed my eyes and tried to not listen to anything around me. I heard the teacher tell the student to clean up the mess, and I still heard the constant shaking of water bottles. I could almost feel my entire crotch and pee hole shaking, as if it my bladder was gonna explode any second. My tummy started aching again, I wanted so badly to rub it to ease the pain, but I couldn't even risk moving my hands from my pee hole at this point. I felt bloated and looked at my tummy, which looked at big as a balloon! I felt like not only my bladder, but I was gonna explode as well. Then, I felt it, a drop escaped. I mentally panicked and held my pee hole tighter before a flow could start. I felt as if I was a volcano, shaking violently, ready to erupt at any point, any moment. My bladder at bursting point. And then I heard this- *RING RING RING RING RING* I dashed out the room as fast as I possibly could without leaking, not even grabbing my backpack. I speed walked to the girls restroom, but as soon as I got there....my heart sank and my face turned absolutely white. The bathroom was closed. And the other one was all the way across the school. There was no way I could make it. But then, there was a small sign of hope. A teacher, a female Bellossom walked by. "EXCUSE ME MISS!". I said not caring how panicked and squeaky my voice was. "U-um yes?". She asked confused. "CAN I PLEASE BORROW YOU KEY TO THE TEACHER'S RESTROOM?! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!". The look on her face told me she could tell how panicked and desperate I was, and how swollen and bloated my tummy looked. So she gave me the key and pointed down the hall. "It's right over there". Now all I had to do, was make it down there. Easier said then done. At first I sped walked, As much as I wanted to think of relief, I couldn't yet, I still had to make it their. I then felt a wave of pressure and hunched over, I then walked slowly, holding my pee hole as tight as I could. And finally I made it to the door. But, I didn't know which key was the one for the bathroom! I crossed my legs as tight as I could and started looking through the keys. It was hard to focus on both not leaking and finding the right key, especially without my hands in my pee hole. I finally found the key and pushed the door open. I then quickly slammed it shut and locked it. And there it was, a nice large white toilet, just waiting to be sat on. But then... The sight of the toilet was too much. My bladder had had enough. My pee hole open itself up and a steady stream started, I knew I couldn't stop it, so I ran to the toilet while it was still peeing all over the floor, pulled down my sweat pants and my pink panties, (which were both almost soaked) and sat my butt down the toilet as the stream of pee continued, the sound of liquid hitting liquid was the only sound I wanted to hear forever, I kept peeing for a good 5 minutes, all the urine, the ocean of pee exited my swollen bladder through my pee hole, until finally, the stream died down to a stop. But even then I didn't wanna get off the toilet. I just stayed there for a good 2 more minutes. And finally got up. I then looked at my tummy, which was still a little bloated, but not nearly as bad as before. I then took the time to look at the mess I made on the ground. That was fixable, I could wipe that up. But what wasn't fixable was my pants and more importantly my panties. I couldn't leave the bathroom with both of them nearly soaked. But then I realized these were my PE pants, and I could just take off the panties and put new ones on later. My change of clothes was in my backpack. Wait... My backpack... I left it in class... Oh Sh-..... ----- Well, hope you guys enjoyed that, yeah guess I left it at a kind of cliffhanger moment. If you do all wanna see what happens, please let me know in the comment! Anyways! Cya later! =3
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  45. The Turnabout Toilet Ace Attorney fanfiction by MasterXploder (Note: May or may not contain minor spoilers to Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice) As the newest member of the Wright Anything Agency, Athena Cykes was determined to prove herself. Working under the legendary Phoenix Wright was no small honor, but even a year into her job, she still needed to keep her skills as an attorney sharp. That meant hitting the books every day, taking cases that seemed impossible to win, always believing in her client, and finding her smile no matter how bleak things looked. “Ugh, I think you might have shortened my lifespan by about ten years today alone.” Most importantly, it meant not being dead. She was particularly having trouble with that one today. “Sounds like my latest trick is gonna be a real crowd-pleaser, then!” said the cheerful girl next to her. Athena looked over at Trucy Wright, magician extraordinaire and adopted daughter of Phoenix. For someone who had just spent most of the morning and afternoon rehearsing for another magic show, she did not look any worse for wear, a far cry from the look of exhaustion and stress on Athena’s face. Then again, she wasn’t the one on the receiving end of the more experimental and dangerous tricks. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a good one,” said Athena, forcing a smile. “In fact, I think it’s so good that we don’t even need to test it anymore, just perform it as is.” “No way!” Trucy put her arms up and gave a determined look. “I gotta stay at the top of my game if I’m gonna keep bringing in the crowds.” “But your next show isn’t for another couple weeks.” “I know that, but have you seen my competition? It’s getting fierce out there. One guy combined a lion and tiger into a liger without hiding anything behind a wall!” It was worth a try, thought Athena. “So that’s why you’ve been so fired up lately. I never took you for a girl with a competitive streak.” “Well, it’s not so much being competitive,” said Trucy, “But I need my shows to be a hit, not just for money or fame, but to make sure the Gramarye magician legacy lives on through me.” She tipped her hat and stood in a pose. Despite her weariness, Athena giggled a little bit. With the many pants-wettingly scary magic tricks she kept getting put through, it was easy for Athena to forget that Trucy was a sweet girl at heart. Her desire to always try her best and do it with a smile was something Athena could relate to, and part of why they got along so well. “That reminds me,” said Trucy, crossing her arms and looking away in thought. “Do you think we should also have the box on fire for that trick? Might just give it that little extra pizzazz it needs.” “Nope, absolutely not!” Athena frantically waved her hands. “I think it has all the pizzazz it needs already.” Plus I’d like my funeral to be open-casket, thank you very much! “Hmm, I guess I’ll think it over later.” Trucy glanced around the street. “Say, when is the bus going to be here again?” Athena found herself looking at the road as well. They were standing at the bus stop near the Penrose Theater, with nary a vehicle to be seen, let alone the city buses. Athena looked at her watch. “Let’s see, according to this and the normal schedule, the next bus should be here…” She looked back at Trucy with a frown. “Twenty minutes ago.” “Yeesh, how long have we been waiting here?” Athena’s frown grew deeper. “About forty, give or take.” “Seriously?” Trucy blinked a couple times. “Wow, they are really behind schedule today.” “Sometimes, I wonder if the driver even knows they’re on a schedule to begin with.” “Yeah. It really stinks that daddy took the car to see some friends today.” “I hear that.” Athena nodded. “Much as I like hanging out with you, spending my entire afternoon at a bus stop is not exactly what I had in mind for today.” I wish I could say that was my only reason, too, she mentally added while her legs shifted ever so slightly. After being put through several magic tricks, many of which she believed would be the last thing she ever did, all Athena wanted to do was get back to the office and away from her personal nightmare. In hindsight, passing up the bathroom on the way out was not the brightest decision she could have made, especially when she felt the urge to go even back then. Her bladder continued to remind her of such as they had waited. “I wish I could say that was the only problem.” Trucy lowered her head to the ground. Whoa, deja vu? “A problem? What’s wrong, got somewhere you need to be?” Athena’s smile turned devious. “Don't tell me Trucy’s found herself a date. Better hope your dad doesn't find out!” “It's not a date!” said a red-faced Trucy. “I just… may have forgotten to visit the little magician’s room before we left the theater.” “Oh,” said Athena in disappointment. “That’s not nearly as scandalous.” “It will be if I can’t get back to the office soon.” Now that she had brought it up, Athena noticed the subtle cues of desperation on Trucy, from the fidgeting of her legs to the wiggle in her hips. I guess when you’re that focused on one thing, you tend to forget important stuff like that. “Well, at least you’re not the only one with that problem,” said Athena. “Wait, you gotta pee, too?” “Yep, and I’m gonna guess you gotta go as bad as I do right now.” “And how bad is that?” Athena gulped. “Bad.” “Yikes, talk about going from bad to worse. It makes me wish I could call for a cab or something.” Athena perked up and chastised herself for not thinking of this earlier. “Wait, you have a phone, right? Then let’s call for a cab. I bet it’d be quicker than the bus anyway.” Trucy’s lowered head said it all, but she spoke anyway. “I would have, but I forgot my phone today.” “Darn, I guess that would’ve been too easy.” “Sorry about that,” said Trucy. “It’s fine. At least you didn’t leave your entire purse behind like I did. I still can’t believe I did something like that.” Then again, it’s easy to forget when a certain someone is practically pushing you out the door to help them rehearse. “So what do we do now? We can’t call a taxi, but who knows when the next bus will show up?” At this point, Trucy had begun lightly bouncing on her feet and frowning. Perhaps her bladder felt that little bit heavier with the easy option removed, Athena assumed. “Well,” started Athena, idly flicking her earring, “I guess if it gets bad enough, we could always double back to the theater. You can still get in whenever you want, right?” “Yeah, I can,” said Trucy, “But what if we leave to do that, and the bus shows up then?” “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather miss the bus than ride home in wet undies. Besides, if it turns out they’re not running today or something, I’m sure the theater has a phone we can use to call Mr. Wright.” Athena’s words worked as she had hoped, for Trucy found her smile again. “There you go, showing off that lawyering logic again, Athena!” The surprise compliment put a bit of pink of Athena’s face. “H-hey, I just like to have a backup plan in case of emergency, that’s all.” “Really? Seems like every time I see you in court, you’re always winging it like there’s no tomorrow.” Well, the inflated ego was nice while it lasted, thought Athena. Trucy’s eyes drifted towards the road again when her mouth suddenly opened in elation. “Athena, look!” Athena already heard the loud engine, but she turned regardless. After waiting for who knows how long, the city bus was finally turning the corner and pulling up to their stop. “Finally!” said Athena, “I was starting to think they forgot about this stop.” “Looks like we won’t need to go back to the theater after all, huh?” “I’m not complaining one bit about that.” Athena felt her body relax a bit as the bus pulled up in front of them. It may have been a while, but now she knew they would be on their way to relief soon. It was not a long ride back to the office, she could definitely hold it even if it wouldn’t be the most comfortable ride home. As long as she didn’t have to go back to that nightmare of a theater. Nothing could be worse than there. Worst. Bus ride. Ever. Even with a bus filled with other people, Athena couldn’t stop herself from rocking side to side in her seat with her hands in her lap. What she had hoped would be a quick ride back to the agency turned out to be a lengthy test of her endurance. There was the detour due to some road work, then came the bumps in the road giving her bladder a constant jolt, and then a flat tire on top of that. If not for the constant pressure between her legs, Athena swore she could have walked back to the office faster than this. “H-how much longer do we have now?,” said Trucy. Athena looked over to Trucy and found that she was not faring any better than her. Her hand was firmly placed between her legs, with her purse on her lap to hide this from any onlookers. There was little she could do to hide the bouncing foot or the occasional lip-biting, however. “I think we’re almost there now. Do you think you can hold out?” Trucy turned her head to Athena’s where her frown was fully visible. “I don’t know. I… I think I’m hitting my limit now. If we, um, can’t get back in time, what are we gonna do?” Wow, she’s really worried. Seeing Trucy genuinely frown was such a rare occurrence that it always tugged on Athena’s heart. Athena rested her hand on Trucy’s leg. “Hey, hey, don’t even think about that. You can make it through this. You just gotta hold on a little longer, alright?” “I’ll… I’ll do my best,” said Trucy, finding her smile again. “How are you holding out?” “Me? I’m doing alright. I can manage it,” said Athena with a tenuous grin. “I’m gonna burst!” “What was that?” asked Trucy, her eyebrow raised. “Nothing! Nothing at all!” Athena laughed nervously and looked away. “Pipe down, Widget!” she whispered to the computer in her necklace. Now was certainly not the time for it to be blabbing about her secrets in public. Staying positive about her situation was one of the few things keeping her from wetting herself, and admitting she wasn’t doing so well either might end up being the crack that bursts the dam. “That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing at all’ to me,” said Trucy. “Um, well…” Athena scratched her chin while thinking up an excuse, but none would come to her. Come on, Athena, think of something! “Gatewater Hotel, Eldoon’s Noodles cart temporary location, and Wright Anything Agency, next stop!” The bus driver’s voice may as well have come from an angel, such was the sound of that news. “Finally! Come on, Trucy, we have some business to take care of on the double!” “I don’t like how he put our office last on that list,” remarked Trucy. “Pee now, complain later,” said Athena as she stood up and pulled on the stop cord. The shifting weight on her bladder made her wince in discomfort, she maybe had minutes left before an emergency trip to the cleaners would be needed. A whimper from Trucy when she got up left Athena to guess she was the same way. The moment the bus pulled to a stop and the doors opened, Athena and Trucy rushed out and towards the agency. Both girls had their hands firmly on their groins and their legs pressed together as they ran, their desperation had progressed too far to allow them any modesty. They soon reached the front door to the office and huddled around it, with Trucy frantically searching through her purse for her keys and then trying to insert them in the lock. “Come on, hurry!” urged Athena. “Don’t stress me, this is bad enough as it is!” said Trucy as the key continued to miss the target. “Oh come on, you get out of traps in your show way worse than this!” “I’ve never had to with a full bladder before.” Trucy kept fumbling with the key until it finally entered the lock. “Oh, thank the stars!” “Atta girl, get that door open!” cheered Athena. The front door swung open hard enough to probably leave a dent in the wall as Athena and Trucy ran inside. The waiting room was as messy as ever, but the path to the bathroom was fortunately clear. Athena felt joy at first seeing that relief was just a few meters away. However, the closer she got to the bathroom door, the more she realized that the other desperate girl was closer to it than her. It was taking nearly all her strength to hold her urine back at this point, but to have to stand outside the toilet that extra couple minutes while listening to Trucy doing the one thing she would love to do more than anything right now? There was no way she would not have an accident that way. The obvious answer would be to ask to go first, but Athena wondered if Trucy was at that same level of desperation. If Athena went first, would she walk outside to find Trucy standing in a puddle, her boots and undies ruined and her face flowing with tears? She knew that would be far from a nice thing to do a good friend of hers. But as another wave hit her and the faint feeling of wetness registered in her panties, any thoughts of proper manners and being a nice person immediately evaporated from Athena’s mind. Friendship be damned, I have to pee! “Oh man, this is gonna feel so good,” said Trucy, her hand reaching towards the doorknob. “Hold it!” Trucy jumped back as Athena slammed her hand on the bathroom door. “B-but I really gotta pee,” whined Trucy. “Sorry, Trucy, but I think I should be the one who gets to use the bathroom first,” said Athena with a coy smile as she reached for the doorknob. “What? Why do you get to go first?” “Um, well,” Athena’s eyes darted back and forth. “Because, uh, seniority! Yeah, age before beauty and all that.” Trucy pouted and put her arms up. “But, but I’ve been part of the agency way longer than you have. That gives me seniority over you!” Dammit, I wasn’t expecting her to counter me. “M-maybe so, but this is a law office first and foremost, so we attorneys get top bathroom priority.” “And why haven’t I heard about this before?” “Because they’re secret privileges!” Athena gave her biggest bull-eating grin. Trucy bit her lip for a moment. “W-well, if it wasn’t for my magic shows helping fund the agency, you wouldn’t have an office to use your secret lawyer privileges in the first place!” Gah, low blow, Trucy, Athena mentally reeled, but I can go lower! “Say Trucy, do you remember who helped prove you innocent when you were framed for murder?” At this, Trucy visibly balked, looking much like the rest of the crew whenever their arguments in court would get crushed. “Um, uh, b-but…!” Yes, victory! Were both her hands not occupied, Athena would have done a fist pump to celebrate. Instead, she kept one hand between her legs and the other turning the knob. “Wait a second!” Trucy slammed her hand on the door. “What now?” No way she could have thought of something to top that. “Do you remember who helped bail you out when you forgot to bring your l-lady stuff to court and it was your special day?” Now it was Athena’s turn to be gobsmacked. “Y-y-you promised to never speak of that again!” “Traitor!” yelled Widget. One could almost see sparks flying as the girls stared daggers at each other, their hands remaining on the door and between their legs. Athena knew she didn’t have long before her strength would fail, yet Trucy was just as adamant as her. This isn’t good. She’s learned too much about counter-arguing from Mr. Wright, thought Athena. Looks like I have no choice but to start playing dirty. “Look out, someone’s trying to break in!” Athena pointed straight behind Trucy and put on her best look of faux-shock. “Wait, what!?” Trucy immediately looked behind her. Gotcha now! As quickly as the magician had turned around, Athena mustered up as much strength as she could spare and shoved Trucy, sending her stumbling away from the door with a yelp. Thanking her lucky stars that she was already standing on the side with the doorknob, Athena turned the knob and swung the door open. At last, the toilet was in her sight, along with the rest of the agency’s cramped bathroom, just a little more than big enough for someone to maneuver themselves onto the seat. Already, Athena was reaching below her skirt to get at her leggings and underwear as she took a step inside. “Oh no you don’t!” A gloved hand latched onto Athena’s shoulder with a death grip, and she suddenly felt herself being yanked back into the waiting room. She might never understand where Trucy gets her strength. Just as she had recovered, Athena noticed Trucy heading inside the bathroom, her hand reaching towards the door to shut it and doom Athena to a very wet fate. Without thinking, she grabbed Trucy’s hand and tugged hard. It was not enough to pull her backwards, but it did force Trucy down onto her knees from being brought to a sudden stop. “Eep!” gasped Trucy. Athena wondered for a moment if she had leaked from the impact, but now was not the time to ponder. She stepped around Trucy and turned her back to the toilet, but just as she thought she was home clear, Trucy was already back on her feet and wrapping her arms around her with all the strength she could muster. Thus began a grappling match between the two girls in the cramped bathroom, with each of them trying to maneuver themselves onto the toilet. As soon as one girl got close, they would be turned away and the wrestling would start all over again. “Come on, Athena, just let me use the toilet!” said Trucy, “You already wear yellow clothes, nobody’s gonna notice a little extra color on them!” “No way!” responded Athena, “You’re a magician, you can just magic the pee off your outfit!” “It doesn’t work that way! Just pee in the sink if you have to go that bad!” “There’s nothing supporting that thing, it’ll break if I sat on it!” “Then it sounds like it’s time to start a diet!” “Why you little…!” Anger clouding her judgment, Athena jerked Trucy to the side and out of her grip. Unfortunately, she had done so in the wrong direction, sending her straight onto the toilet with an “oof!” instead of out the door. Athena’s heart sank upon seeing her rival sitting on the throne instead of her. Did… did I just lose? “Aah!” gasped Trucy. For a split second, Athena wondered if Trucy has bruised something from her landing, until she head the sound of something splashing into the bowl. A very liquidy sound, the sound she had been hoping to make while on the toilet herself. “Oooh man,” Trucy exhaled. It was at that moment Athena realized Trucy had not removed her underwear, meaning that whatever was leaking had to be leaving a rather wet spot there. Perhaps out of sympathy or because she was hearing the noises of tinkling, Athena felt the dampness of her own underwear growing. She was out of time, and the one safe place to pee was occupied… or was it? “Trucy, scoot back!” Athena found herself saying before her brain could process it. “Huh? R-right!” said Trucy, snapping out of the shock of her leaking. She scooted her backside until her back was pressed up against the tank, her legs spread as far as they go. Her panties, light blue to match her hat and cape, were visible to Athena along with the wet spot and the urine leaking out, going from a few drops to a light trickle from the scoot. By some miracle, her skirt was not underneath her, sparing it from the smelly and staining liquid. But Athena had no time to take this in, her leaking was only getting worse. She turned around and put her hands underneath her skirt. With not even the time to pull down her leggings and panties, white with blue stripes like her shirt and tie, they were already getting soaked regardless, she simply pulled them as tight as she could across her groin and sat as far forward as possible right as the last of her strength gave out. The bathroom then turned into a symphony hall of sorts, such were the number of noises emanating from it. The strongest was the sound of hissing and crashing water from two powerful streams, one directly hitting the water while the other landing just above it, along with all the loose drops coming from the fabric caught in the crossfire. Just as impressive were the noises of relief produced by the girls atop the toilet. Trucy attempted to preserve some modesty, but could not stop the occasional hum and sigh from leaving her throat. Athena, however, was more than happy to let the world know how good it felt to finally pee, for she moaned and made declarations of “so good” like nobody’s business. If she hadn’t, Widget would have likely done it for her anyway. The awkwardness was ever present during their potty time, regardless. Neither girl could hide the blush on their face from being in close contact with each other while handling their business. An uncomfortable warmth had spread across their bottoms, drenching their panties perhaps irreparably. The smell of two full bladder’s worth of urine invaded their nostrils. Trucy’s back and Athena’s thighs began to feel sore from the minute or so that they spent tinkling in their strange positions. But even with all this, the sheer pleasure of finally letting go overpowered the embarrassment. Until their streams began to run dry, that is. As their pee diminished into light trickles and then to a few drops, both girls came down from their high and into the uncomfortable silence that followed. The reality of their actions had begun to settle in, especially the events outside the bathroom door. “A-Athena,” whimpered Trucy. “T-Trucy…” responded Athena in kind, continuing to look ahead to hide the growing moisture in her eyes. “I’m sooo sorryyyy!” Trucy wrapped her arms around Athena’s stomach and rested her head on her shoulder. Athena felt teardrops landing on her shirt soon after. “Me toooooo!” cried Athena, letting the tears flow. “I don’t know what came over me, but I said all those mean things and I didn’t want to, I just really had to goooo!” “I never should have used your arrest as leverage, I’m a horrible friend!” “I broke my promise to never talk about your special day mishap!” “I played a mean trick on you so I could tinkle first!” The blubbering went on for a while until they ran out of things to say, at which point the crying eventually softened into sniffling and then silence again. “So… are we still friends?” Trucy was first to speak. Athena nodded and smiled. “Yeah, friends.” “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that!” Trucy hugged Athena tighter, straining her breathing. “H-hey, Trucy,” said Athena. “Yes?” “I like the love, but I feel pretty gross right now.” At this, Trucy removed her arms from Athena’s waist. “Me too. Let’s get cleaned up.” Neither girl spoke over the next couple minutes as they went to work cleaning up, having to remove their underwear one at a time due to the cramped space. Athena took longer with hers, as she had to remove her shoes and leggings first and then put them back on. They still felt damp, but the fabric was thin enough that it would dry soon, and it wasn’t like she could go without them anyway. When all was said and done, Trucy and Athena stared at the two stained pairs of underwear resting on the sink. “So what are we gonna do about these?” asked Athena. “Just leave that to me.” Trucy picked up the panties by their edges with one hand. She held out her other hand and a pair of large heart-patterned panties appeared in it. Giving a smile like she was performing, she tossed the dirty undies into the clean pair, tapped it three times with her free hand, and then the panties vanished in a puff of smoke. “I bet that trick has come in handy for you more than a few times,” Athena chuckled. “Don’t I know it.” Trucy giggled as well. “I’ll take care of these back at my place. Now all we have to do is walk back to our homes, put on clean underwear, and nobody will ever be the wiser.” Athena beamed. “It’s the perfect crime. I like the way you think, girl!” “I might not be a lawyer, but I’ve learned a thing or two watching you all work,” said Trucy while she opened the bathroom door. Athena stepped outside and said, “Better be careful with how much you learn. I doubt your dad would be happy if he found out he accidentally raised a criminal.” “Hee hee, I think daddy would still try to prove me innocent no matter what.” “Yeah, he is a big softy for his family when you get down to it,” said Athena. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Guess so,” nodded Trucy. “Hold it!” Athena and Trucy nearly jumped out of their skins at the male voice. Standing at the front door was none other than Phoenix Wright, and he did not look particularly happy. “B-boss!?” said Athena. “Daddy!?” said Trucy. “There you are!” said Phoenix, “I’ve been trying to call you two for the last couple hours now. Why weren’t you picking up?” A drop of sweat formed on Athena’s head as she glanced towards the desk where her purse laid. Maybe it was the fact that she was going commando at the moment, but she found it strangely difficult to make eye contact with her boss. “Um, we just kinda forgot to bring our phones along with us, that’s all,” she mumbled. To Athena’s comfort, Phoenix’s look of anger fell away with a sigh. “Well, at least you’re both okay. We have more important things to worry about right now.” “We do? Like what?” asked Athena. Phoenix adopted a more serious demeanor and walked towards his desk. “You remember I said I was visiting some friends of mine today? Turns out one of them was arrested and charged with murder, and I’ve got a hunch they’re innocent.” “Uh oh, s-sounds like you should get investigating right away, boss,” said Athena, her tone sounding forced. “Right, and I’m gonna need you to come along, too,” said Phoenix while he rummaged through his desk. “Wuh-what!?” Sweat immediately formed on Athena’s brow. “But, um, wouldn’t you rather have me help Trucy practice her magic?” “No can do, Athena.” Phoenix pulled his magatama from a desk drawer and put it in his pocket. “This is a good buddy of mine, and they deserve as much help as we can give them.” “B-but…” The pupils of Athena’s eyes shrank as the reality dawned on her. Meanwhile, Trucy was attempting to keep her smile up. “Well, looks like you two are gonna be busy. I guess I’ll just go home and think up magic stuff for the night.” “Actually, you might want to come along too, Trucy,” said Phoenix. The grin immediately shattered into shock. “Wuh-what!? But why?” “I don’t know that much myself, but from what I’ve heard, the murder victim was apparently a magician. I have a feeling we’re gonna need your expertise on this.” “But my show!” Phoenix shook his head. “Sorry, sweetie, but you’re gonna have to make time for this. I’ll let you get back to practicing as soon as I can, alright?” “But, but!” “We don’t have time to argue,” said Phoenix. “Visiting hours at the detention center are almost over, and we still have a crime scene to look at after that. I’ll wait for you two out in the car. Get what you need and let’s get going. We've got a case to solve!” He turned around and went outside, leaving the two girls to stand there utterly dumbfounded. “I…” Athena tried to speak with the dread building up inside her. “I have to go outside…” “And talk to a client,” continued Trucy. “And then investigate a crime scene…” “All while wearing a skirt…” The girls slowly turned their heads toward each other with horrified looks. “With no underwear!?” they both said as one. A cool breeze blew in from an open window and ruffled their skirts, further cementing the grave predicament the girls found themselves in. “Oh man, I don’t know if I can find my smile for this,” whined Athena. “I really shouldn’t have poofed away my magic panties,” said Trucy. “Daddy’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this.” “I just hope we don’t have to climb a ladder,” said Athena. “Or a step-ladder,” added Widget. (Author's Note: With thanks to Captain L for editing. Also, how I managed to crank this out with the new Zelda game in my possession, I will never know.)
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