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    I’ve done the same with microfibre panties....just damp enough to feel deliciously naughty, but not enough to show through jeans
  2. 4 points
    A Beauty Under Pressure Persona 5 fanfiction by MasterXploder Commissioned by Infecteddeer12 With thanks to Sake for editing Warning: Contains story spoilers past the fifth palace "Well then, we will now begin today's panel." The audience of students inside Shujin Academy’s auditorium fell silent as Makoto spoke into the microphone from the stage. It was a tad stuffy for an October afternoon, especially with everyone crammed together, but nobody paid it any mind while they looked towards the stage. “Our guest of honor is Goro Akechi,” continued Makoto, glancing to the podium where the young ace detective resided. Akechi gave a sheepish smile to the whole crowd as he spoke. “I feel kind of bad, considering how many people have gathered. I’m sure you all would’ve been happier to have a singer or a mascot appear, wouldn’t you say?” The audience broke out in laughter, but Makoto remained stoic. “We’d appreciate it if you could tell us about your experience with the notorious Phantom Thieves. It’d be wonderful if you could let us hear more about your actual investigative process.” Her words could not have been any truer, not just for the students but for the Phantom Thieves themselves. Perhaps no one in the audience was more eager to know than Haru Okumura, who sat only a couple rows from the front. As the Thieves’ newest member, she had just as much to lose as the rest, especially now when they had officially been deemed criminals. The public had turned against them seemingly overnight, and the police were hot on their heels with their investigations. With them treading such dangerous waters, Haru certainly had a lot to worry about, to say nothing of another recent major event. Only a couple weeks had passed since she lost her father, the CEO of a worldwide food brand and the most recent target for the Phantom Thieves. Whether they were truly to blame for his demise remained to be seen, but it still weighed heavily on her mind, even if it didn’t leave her grieving as much as she expected. She needed to learn the truth of what had really happened, so she would do her best as the gang’s self-proclaimed Beauty Thief. “Mmm…” Speaking of things weighing heavily on her, Haru crossed one leg over the other, her frown deepening a tad. In all the rush and suspense leading up to the panel today, she had been fully focused on her duty. A little too much, it seemed, for she had completely forgotten to tend to other important things, namely using the ladies’ room at a reasonable interval. In fact, the last time she had actually been in the bathroom that day was… well, too long ago, if the signals from her bladder were any indication. It was a most unwelcome distraction, but she definitely couldn’t do anything about it right now, not when they might finally get some answers from Akechi. Makoto was giving it her best shot to pry something out of him, though he remained tight-lipped in his weirdly friendly manner as usual. The least she could do was give the panel her undivided attention, even if it was more divided than she desired. “Mako-chan’s really pressing for an answer,” she whispered to Futaba, the other Phantom Thief sitting next to her. It might have been stating the obvious, but anything to keep her focused on the truly pressing matter at hand. “She’s pelting him with questions,” replied Futaba. For a moment, Haru wondered if her friend was doing the same thing to stay on task. Maybe she would have somebody to visit the bathroom with once this was over… Haru shook her head. Another distracting thought she didn’t need, especially if it made her bladder send off another unpleasant throb. Her legs tightened in response, and she let out another faint whimper, but quickly tried to turn her attention back to the stage. “...If the Phantom Thieves are the ones I know of, I can’t possibly imagine they would kill anyone.” Both Haru and Futaba gasped simultaneously. There was no way she could let herself be distracted now, not after such a dramatic and bold line from Akechi. On-stage, Makoto was quick to the response. “Your comment just now… Does this mean the police have already identified who they are?” “Oh, no.” Akechi frowned. “The police haven’t gotten that far yet, but I have my own conclusions about the true identities of the Phantom Thieves.” In an instant, the auditorium was abuzz with excited murmurs and whispers. Haru even thought she could hear Ryuji blurting something out from the railings above the bleachers. “He’s lying, right?” she asked, not quite able to comprehend it herself. Futaba shook her head. “But if it’s the truth…” Haru could feel her heart fluttering in her chest with anxiety, a feeling not unlike the first time she accidentally stepped into the Metaverse itself. So many questions and worries filled her mind, yet all she could do was sit and wait for the answers to reveal themselves. “I’d like to ask you then,” spoke Makoto, “Who do you think the Phantom Thieves are, Akechi-san?” Akechi looked Makoto right in the eyes. “They’re people you all know quite well. The identity of the Phantom Thieves are-” Suddenly, several beeps went off over the microphone. Akechi dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone. “Oh, it’s mine,” he said with a sheepish smile, “I apologize for the interruption, but I can’t turn off my phone due to my job. Would you mind if I step away for about ten minutes or so?” The excitement in the air immediately turned into frustration and disappointment, but Haru couldn’t blame anybody. Those same feelings plagued her as well, almost making her wish for the anxiety in her heart again. She sighed and looked down at her crossed legs. Maybe there was a silver lining to this, she realized. Ten minutes was enough time to get up, quickly use the nearby bathrooms, and be seated before Akechi likely returned. That way, she could give this dilemma the attention it deserved. Being rid of this pressure would be quite nice, too. But just when she made her mind up, Haru’s phone buzzed from inside her jacket. At the same time, Futaba pulled her own phone out, and Haru knew it couldn’t be coincidence and did the same. She had a text from Makoto in the Thieves’ group chat. “Akechi wants us to meet with him. PE faculty room. Please hurry.” “M-meet with Akechi-kun?” Haru’s heart sank. Out of the corner of her ear, she definitely heard Ryuji exclaim something. “Wait, what’s going on?” Futaba stared at her own screen. “Is he gonna try using police interrogation techniques on us? Ugh, I don’t have a pushpin on me, either!” Haru raised an eyebrow, but decided not to ask. Futaba could be… interesting sometimes. “I don’t know, but we should meet up right away.” “Maybe I can just bite my tongue really hard,” mumbled Futaba before putting her phone away and standing up. “Alright, lead the way, Haru!” she declared with a fierce look in her eyes. Giving a nod, Haru uncrossed her legs and stood up, wincing a little from her bloated bladder shifting. Only now did she realize her plan to pee during this break would not be happening, but again, she couldn’t complain. Something far more important had come up, and she had a duty to see it through no matter what. And she thought she had a lot on her plate before. Haru stood in the hallway outside the auditorium, her arms crossed and head tilted as she was lost in thought yet again. The meeting with Akechi had come and gone, but she was still trying to process what it would mean for the Thieves. Though she hadn’t been a part of them for long, it seemed like every time they tried to find a way out of their problems, they only ended up even deeper in trouble. Once again, all they could do was try and find some way to occupy themselves while they awaited whatever new development was in store for them. "Oh?" Right as she thought this, Haru rediscovered something that she definitely could devote her current time to: finding the nearest bathroom. Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, Haru placed a hand to her groin and rubbed one leg in front of the other. In all the drama, she had somehow forgotten all about her toilet troubles until now. This was nothing new to her; growing up as a trophy daughter for a powerful CEO forced her to learn how to appear perfect and proper at all times. Holding her pee for much longer than she ever wanted was part of this, as even asking to use the bathroom was something her father frowned upon deeply when in the presence of other rich, high-class socialites. Eventually, she learned to hide the pain of a full bladder as well as all the other grief of her upbringing. But she wasn't at another gathering full of snooty adults. This was a public school with kids who (hopefully) wouldn’t judge her or her family over this. If she had to pee, there was nothing stopping her from making for the bathroom and relieving herself like a sensible person. "Hey." At least, there hadn’t been. "Hmm?" Haru quickly stood up proper and turned to the person approaching her. She had already picked up the faint smell of coffee and curry to know who it was. "Oh, Ren-kun!" she spoke with a soft smile. He didn’t say anything, but his own smile told her enough. It always struck her as funny how he was able to say so much with so little. That’s probably why he was their leader, after all. Haru had to admit, despite Ren just being a high school kid, she felt a desire to impress him, unlike all those snobs her father would make her talk to. She had to prove herself capable as the newest Phantom Thief in his eyes, and if that meant holding it in just a little longer, she would gladly bear that burden. At least they weren’t going anywhere too important now. The school’s culture festival was just about over, with only an afterparty left on the schedule. It sounded like the sort of casual event Haru needed to help her calm down from today’s drama, and now that Ren was here, there was no need to delay any further. “Shall we get going?” she asked. “I’ve never actually been to the afterparty before. It sounds like it could be good fun!” Ren simply nodded. “Alright, that was a great performance by the dance club! Everybody give them another round of applause!” The MC of the post-festival party’s voice came loud and clear (but mostly loud) through the gym’s speakers. The audience did as instructed, a few handfuls of claps to highlight how much smaller the crowd was compared to the Akechi panel. At least the applause sounded genuine enough, Haru supposed. Truthfully, she found it difficult to focus on the performance, which made her feel a bit down. The way they had moved reminded her of her ballet lessons, specifically where she was constantly told to move as though she were water coursing through a river, gentle but capable of becoming a powerful and unyielding rush at a moment’s notice. Right now, that was the last thing she wanted to be reminded of. “Mmm…” she moaned a little, her thoughts having triggered another painful pulse from her bladder. With every signal, her regret for passing up her chance to pee only grew. It was a good thing she stood near the wall where most of the students would not be focused. She feared that their judging eyes might make her need feel twice as bad. “Something wrong?” Of course, this still left the one person standing next to her. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Yet again, Haru forced herself into a relaxed stance and looked to Ren. “I, er, just can’t stop thinking about what Akechi-kun said.” It wasn’t a complete lie, she guessed. It still lingered in the back of her mind, even if much more pressing matters demanded her attention now. “It’ll be alright,” he replied in his soothing voice. “We’ll pull through this like we always do.” Haru put a hand to her mouth and giggled, despite her bladder wishing she didn’t. “It feels like nothing bad could ever happen when you say that.” This was the whole truth; even while bursting to go and with a lifetime of incarceration hanging above her head, Haru was more at ease than she would have ever guessed. “And now, it’s time for your favorite Shujin tradition: the Student Sharing Special!” “Sharing?” Haru and Ren both looked back to the stage with raised eyebrows. “I never knew we had such an event.” Once more, Haru’s curiosity and modesty proved stronger than her common sense. As a third-year student, this would be her last chance to find out; she simply had to stay. “Alright, who has something to say? Anyone, anyone!?” The crowd buzzed with excitement, but nobody seemed to respond to the MC’s call. “No? I’ll just have to pick someone then!” “Ooh, he’s going to choose?” Haru looked over to Ren. “I wonder who it will be?” She had the silly idea of Ren being the one chosen and barely saying any words, yet still captivating the whole audience. Then again, with his criminal record, that would likely just be wishful thinking. “How about that fluffy-haired girl over there!? I choose you!” “Huh!?” Both Ren and Haru looked back to the stage, finding that some of the crowd were glancing expectantly in their direction. Already, Haru’s heart quivered from the attention, sending signals to make her bladder squeeze harder. If not for her upbringing, she likely would have put her hands to her legs just now. Instead, Haru nervously looked back to Ren. “He’s talking to me, isn’t he?” she asked, already knowing the answer. How many other girls in this school had hair as poofy as hers, after all? “It’s ‘cause you’re cute,” Ren replied with the straightest face imaginable. “Oh!” As if Haru needed anything else to make her heart beat faster, and now she had a light blush to add to her sheepish complexion. She wanted to say something back, but all thought of forming a coherent reply had flown out the window. “Come, come. Everyone’s waiting!” The MC’s voice reminded her of the bigger issue anyway. Right after, she could hear some of the students clapping and beckoning her as well. Her first instinct was to say no and back out of the auditorium as quickly as possible. How could she go on-stage with all these thoughts in her head? Especially not on a bursting bladder, which only felt heavier with this new stress. But as she looked at the eyes of all the students hoping for her to take the stage, the simple word would not leave her lips. Even now as a Phantom Thief, it seemed her new rebellious spirit had given way to her desire to please everybody, if just for this one moment. “I’ll… I’ll go.” She lifted a hand to her chest and nodded to Ren. “You sure about that?” He tilted his head. “I’ll be fine. I’ve had to deal with situations like these before. This shouldn’t be too bad. Maybe even a little f-fun!” Haru didn’t quite believe the last line, but turned and made for the stage. She kept a smile on the outside, but it did little to quell the worries within. It especially didn’t help her need to pee, growing stronger with each little step she took. Her hands remained held together in front of her hips as she walked, applying a gentle pressure to help stem the tide, for the little good it did. “And your name is?” asked the MC as she climbed the stairs, but his eyes grew wide once she finally reached the microphone. “Wait, you’re Okumura-san!?” “Um, yes…” Haru looked out at the audience, their collective gaze focused entirely on her. As she feared, their stares filled her stomach with butterflies, which did her bladder no favors. She wanted to rub her legs together, maybe even shift from one foot to the other, but so many judgmental eyes on her kept them rooted on the platform. The only silver lining was that Ren had taken a seat in the front row, his presence a welcome relief in a sea of emotion. To her surprise, the students applauded her, with even a couple cheering her on. Did she have more friends and well-wishers than she knew, perhaps? It was a comforting thought, if not a likely one. “U-Uhhh…” She wasn’t the only nervous one on the stage anymore. “I’m sure you’re, um… still grieving,” the MC spoke, his voice lacking a bit of his usual bluster. “My, um, deepest apologies.” “Oh, please don’t worry!” She replied. As desperate and nervous as she was, she did not wish this pain on anyone else. The MC paused before nodding. “So uh, do you have anything you’d like to share with us?” I really need the ladies’ room! was the first thing that came to mind, but Haru knew better. Unfortunately, it was the only major thought in her head at the moment. “Something to share… I have too many things,” she lied, her eyes darting among the crowd. “Errr…” The MC scratching his head. “Here, let me give you a question, then: Do you think the Phantom Thieves are really Shujin students?” “Huh!?” It was the wrong question at the wrong time. Caught off-guard, Haru nearly jumped in surprise. This, unfortunately, had a much worse effect on her than she could have expected. Right as her foot returned to the ground, a bit of urine took its chance to slip through her compromised hold. The faintest wet feeling registered in her mind, keeping Haru’s eyes wide open and heart pounding away. Unaware of her little leak, the audience let out a series of scandalous “Ooh’s” and “Aah’s”, some of them leaning in so as not to miss a juicy take from someone of such high esteem. “I mean, they are, uh… your father’s killers,” said the MC. “We’re all dying to know what Akechi-kun was going to say about their true identities.” He leaned in, having apparently forgotten the definition of tact. “So, are they from Shujin? What do you think, Okumura-san?” “Erm…Well...” Haru could feel sweat forming on her brow, her body betraying her underlying panic. How could she even think of a proper response now, especially when she could be on the verge of peeing herself in front of the whole school? All she could think of was how badly she needed to get off the stage right now, before she could humiliate herself in any number of ways, nearly all of them involving staining her tights and undergarments. “Please date me!” “Huh?” For a moment, Haru forgot about all her troubles in the face of such a bold proclamation. She looked to the person who stood and yelled this, only to discover it was none other than Ren himself. “Ohoo!” The MC quickly responded. “Like a hot knife through butter, a proposal cuts through the silence!” “W-wait!” Haru looked with wide-opened eyes at Ren’s unflinching stare. Was he seriously confessing to her now, of all times? This couldn’t be for real, right? Surely there was some underlying reason to his outburst. “So, Okumura-san! What’s your relation to this guy?” the MC asked above the crowd’s cheering. “Th-that wasn’t what we were talking about!” said Haru, shaking her head to hide the growing blush on her face. “My, she’s quite flustered! Is this a hot scoop?” He turned back to the audience. “But I’m a gentleman. It hurts my heart to bully such a sweet girl!” Somewhere in the back of her mind, the faint hope that she was about to leave the stage lit up. Please let me go now, she begged, I can’t take this any longer! “Well, did you all enjoy your blushing beauty? Thank you very much, Okumura-san!” While the audience groaned, Haru could not feel more relieved. “Th-thank you very much!” she quickly muttered into the mic before turning and departing. If Ren was expecting her to come right back to him, Haru had to disappoint. Stepping off the stage, she made a break for the doors leading out of the auditorium and into the adjacent halls. As the door shut behind her and she was free from all the many stares, Haru finally abandoned all traces of elegance, shoving both hands right into her groin and locking her legs together from the knees up. “Oohhh,” she moaned in pain. The stress had affected her poor bladder far worse than she could have anticipated. She had reached her limit, and could not put off her needs any longer. She was going to pee very soon, with or without her consent. With another whimper, Haru forced herself to walk down the hall, her goal being the closest bathroom. Just a couple corners to turn and she would be there, free to pee at long last. But with every step taken, she felt her hold slipping away and failure seeming more inevitable. Just keep walking, she told herself, One step in front of the other. You have to hold on, you have to… aaah! Suddenly, that small wetness from before grew to a frightening size, forcing her to a complete stop. She could feel it on her fingertips, the spurt having gone through her underwear and into her tights, a single drop even sliding down one leg. “No, no, no!” Haru clamped her entire body down as hard as she could, pushing her hips back to the point that she was nearly doubled over. Her eyelids shut so hard, she could feel tears trying to push through from all the physical and emotional pressure inside. It wasn’t good enough, and she knew it. She could not take another step without giving up the last bit of strength needed to keep it all in. This was it for her; no escape from a miserable fate, only this one would be brought all on herself. “I… I’m gonna…” “Haru?” “H-Huh?” She could only open her eyes and look to both the voice and approaching footsteps. Not only was Ren here but Makoto as well, both looking full of worry at their pained friend. “W-what’s wrong?” Makoto walked up to her, hands reaching out. “Ren told me you weren’t looking good, but…” “I…” Unable to form any other speech, Haru’s eyes darted between her friends. While Makoto still contained a hint of fear in her eyes, Ren’s changed to one of epiphany, as if to say “Wait, is she about to…?” Their looks were the last thing needed to break her. Haru could only gasp as she felt her strength fully give out. It began slowly enough, just a slight dribble spreading throughout her undergarments until they were fully saturated at the crotch. From there, if one were positioned underneath her, they could see a small wet patch suddenly spread out from her tights, like dark tendrils snaking across the white fabric. They reached out in every way possible as they made their way down, covering her thighs, legs, feet, and even her rump thanks to the angle of her body. Even with so much moving within the confines of her leggings, even more shot straight through at the crotch, creating an erratic stream surrounded by broken drops all falling straight to the wooden floor. Such a waterfall of off-color gold inevitably led to a noisy piddle once it met the ground, forming a puddle that did not take long to spread from foot to foot. It was here that all three present lowered their heads and were awakened to the truth, most of all Haru. A rich girl of high esteem was peeing herself in the school hallway like a toddler. “Aaah!?” Makoto clapped her hands to her mouth and took a step back out of shock. Ren did as well, averting his gaze so as to give her a modicum of privacy in such a disgraceful moment. Not that it did much good, with both the faint smell of urine and the noises of both pee hitting the ground and the hiss coming from the source. Haru couldn't respond, her whole body having gone rigid from sheer embarrassment. All she could manage were shallow breaths, punctuated occasionally with a whimper when she felt the gross, warm wetness taint another part of her. Her accident seemed to go on forever, yet it was over as quickly as it began. Her stream died off with only residual drops falling to the large puddle, testament that she had reached the very limits of her large capacity. “Oh… Ooohhh…” Haru’s moans were filled with emotion, the relief of having an empty bladder again mixed with the humiliation of it all going into her clothes in front of her friends. She looked with wide, vulnerable eyes at her friends. How was she ever going to explain herself, especially when the verge of tears? "I'm… so sorry…" To her surprise, Makoto was quick to gently lay her hands on Haru's shoulders and offer a smile. "Hey, it's okay. Let's get you cleaned up, then we can talk." She then looked to Ren and asked, "Can you look for a custodian? I need to get Haru-chan to the nurse's office." Ren simply nodded. From there, Haru let herself be led on a walk of shame to the infirmary. Every step felt uncomfortable, from the cold cling of her tights to the squish in her shoes, and the lingering smell only made it worse. She kept her head low, not wanting to even know if there were others pointing and gawking at her. If there were, at least they were keeping quiet about it. The next few minutes went by in a blur for her. She remembered entering the office and the nurse not being in, then the embarrassment that was stripping out of her bottoms and scrubbing up with a washcloth. Now, she sat on a bed behind a curtain, her legs bare and clad in a spare pair of emergency panties, ready to sulk in her shame for the rest of time, or at least until her servant arrived with a fresh change of clothes. “How are you feeling?” Haru perked up and looked to Makoto as she stepped around the curtain. “I… don’t know what to say.” “That’s fair. It wasn’t the best question, given the circumstances.” Makoto glanced to the empty part of the bed. “May I take a seat?” “Um… s-sure.” Haru scooched over and let Makoto sit down, feeling the mattress sink next to her. She kept her glance affixed to her stained clothes draped over a rack nearby. It was easier to stare at this reminder of her accident than it was to look at her friend right now. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” “Huh?” This was enough to make Haru make eye contact. “Let’s be honest, things have not been easy for everyone, especially not today,” started Makoto, “But even so, I should have reached out to you, at least remind you that we’re all here to support each other.” “Oh, please don’t apologize, Mako-chan,” said Haru, shaking her head. “It was my fault for keeping all this bottled up. It’s just everyone had so much to worry about, I didn’t want them to have to worry about me either.” She lowered her head and sighed. “But maybe I wasn’t as together as I thought.” Makoto stared at the stained clothes, her eyes zoning out as she was lost in thought. “Well, at least this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to the Phantom Thieves.” “I know. Ren told me you all have been through a lot before I joined.” “Actually, I was talking more about, erm, this particular mishap.” “Hmm?” Yet again, Haru looked at Makoto with a raised eyebrow. A blush appeared on the usually stoic Makoto’s cheeks. “Can you promise me that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room?” “What are you about to tell me, Mako-chan?” “Y-You didn’t!” Haru stared gobsmacked at her friend, hands covering her mouth. Makoto sighed. “Unfortunately, I did. Right on Sojiro’s carpet, in front of all my friends. I let my pride get in the way of my common sense, and it cost me my dignity. Not to mention a good pair of pants.” “Oh my goodness…” Haru looked down at her own bare legs. “I still have a hard time believing it, myself,” said Makoto, rubbing her head, “But it helped me learn to be more open with the others.” “I see.” Haru stood up and walked to the nearby window, her back turned to Makoto. “Um, thank you for sharing with me.” “You’re welcome. I hope it made you feel a little bit better, at least.” “A little bit. It’s kind of strange, actually.” “Strange? How so?” To this, Haru turned around, her face sporting a little smile. “I know we’re still in the middle of a tough spot, but for the first time, it feels like we’ll actually pull through it, and not just because Ren-kun says we will.” Makoto giggled as she stood to join Haru. “Well, I guess a good attitude is the best thing we can have right now.” Haru found herself agreeing on the inside. Today had not gone at all like how she had expected, but in spite of everything, she couldn’t deny the optimism. It wouldn’t be easy, but she felt that someday, she could forget this accident and face the world like a true beauty again. (A/N: Before you ask, yes, I've already written about Makoto's unfortunate incident at Sojiro's house here. Also, in regards to the change in how I format my titles, well, I decided I've been writing long enough to quit aping Captain L's format and try my own. I kinda like it, actually. Anyway, consider me on a writing break starting now. When will I be back to writing? Whenever I get inspiration again, whether that be from coming up with my own good idea, or hearing a reeeaaaaalllly good commission idea. I'll still be lurking and occasionally posting here and on several Discord servers, so feel free to chat me up if you'd like.)
  3. 4 points
    Thank you for all the support! I managed to get part 3 together. Enjoy! A/N: I started writing Emma's thoughts in Italics. I think it makes it a little easier to read, but I'm open to suggestions. Part 3: Tuesday morning found Emma and Sarah sharing a breakfast of coffee and buttered toast in the nook adjacent to their kitchen. With both girls having worked the day before, breakfast was a silent affair as the roommates allowed themselves the leisurely wake-up not often afforded to college students. With the toast gone and the coffee mugs empty, the light breakfast came to an end. As the post-breakfast cleanup process began, Emma, feeling ready to face her day, broke the silence. “So, we should probably talk about our plans for the next couple days.” “Yeah, I was thinking that too… I’ve got work this afternoon, and then I’m going to Nicole’s to help her study for her eight o’clock final.” Sarah responded, referring to their mutual classmate. “Nicole has two finals back-to-back?” “Yep. She has stats first thing in the morning, with our geriatrics final right after. She really pulled the short straw on the finals schedule.” “No kidding… Will you be staying at her place then?” “Probably. Although, I was planning on carpooling with you tomorrow so we only have to take one car to the bar after the exam. Maybe I can swing by tomorrow morning and pick you up? Probably about 9. That’ll leave us time for a quick cram session at the school.” “Sounds good to me.” “Do you want to review one more time before I have to get ready for work?” “Please.” With their plans made, Emma and Sarah set about their studies. At noon Sarah showered and dressed, said her goodbyes, then left for work. Emma believed that the best way to perform well on an exam was to study hard until the last day and then give your mind a break. Following this strategy, she spent the rest of the afternoon watching mindless shows on Netflix. After her break, Emma got ready and left to complete her final shift for the week. *** Emma was jolted from her sleep by the sound of her alarm clock. She did not usually need an alarm to wake up, but the final customer did not leave until almost 11:00 pm the previous night, which left Emma crawling into bed at 12:30 am. She let her hand fall on the snooze button, silencing the alarm, then stared groggily at the face of the clock, watching as it changed from 8:30 to 8:31. Emma continued this practice, perhaps momentarily drifting back to sleep, until the alarm renewed its endeavors at 8:35. This time she switched off the alarm and rolled out of bed. A quick trek across the hall took Emma to the bathroom, where she used the toilet, brushed her hair and teeth, and completed the other basic morning processes. Returning to her room, Emma removed her pajamas, inattentively kicking them toward the hamper. She walked to her closet clad only in her beige panties, scooping a bra from her dresser drawer and hooking it in place on the way. Emma found her scrub top and pants where she had hung them last Thursday, when she had washed them after she had… Emma felt a blush rise in her cheeks. Definitely still not over that. But that does remind me, I’ve got an extra credit assignment to complete today. Emma pulled a diaper decisively from the open package. There was no time for her wishy-washy attitude today, and Saturday’s antics had confirmed the completion of the assignment. Emma clinically removed her panties and unfolded the diaper, trying to act as if this was a normal part of her day. She placed the diaper on the bed and diapered herself in the same fashion as before. Her task quickly accomplished, Emma grabbed her scrub bottoms and had one leg in before remembering Sarah’s advice. Letting the pants drop to the floor, she went to her dresser with her bra and diaper on full display, hearing the dreaded chshh accompanying each step. Emma rummaged through her dresser, eventually finding her volleyball shorts. Though they are generally considered outerwear, she figured they would be perfect for the task. Emma pulled the spandex shorts on over her diaper and looked down at herself. Unlike her pajamas, the normally skintight shorts left no doubt as to what was hidden beneath. Crossing the room back to her scrubs, Emma was pleased to notice that the sounds of her underwear were indeed stifled. She finished dressing in her blue scrub top and black scrub pants and checked the time. 8:50, barely enough time to have some toast before heading out. It wasn’t exactly brain food, but it would have to do. Just then, Emma received a text from Sarah. Sarah: On my way. I’ve got coffee and sandwiches. Meet me outside in five. Emma: Thanks! Be right out. Emma grabbed her backpack and walked outside, the thought of a surprise coffee making her forget to be embarrassed about wearing a diaper in public. Sarah pulled into the parking lot and parked sideways across a few spaces, not bothering to shut off her car. Emma ran to the passenger door and got in. “Thanks so much! I was just about to try to be excited about some dry toast when you texted me,” Emma told her friend as she received her coffee and sandwich. “No problem. I stopped at the store near the coffee shop anyway.” “What did you need from the store?” Sarah offered her a sly smile and replied, “I couldn’t let you be alone.” Sarah slid down the waistband of her scrub bottoms, revealing a mesh-like underwear with the beginnings of a pad showing at the top of the crotch, betraying the underwear’s intended purpose. “You’re wearing a diaper?!” “Well a pullup really, but it is for adults.” “That’s cheating.” “Hey, I knew I’d be changing in the public bathroom of the coffee shop, so I needed something easy. Besides, I bought the thickest ones I could find.” “Well, jokes aside, I really do appreciate the support.” “No problem… You are wearing yours, right?” Emma patted her crotch, allowing the telltale “poof” to answer Sarah’s question. “Awesome. Nicole’s going to wear one too. I’ve got one for her in my bag. She’ll change right before our final.” “You’re the best. I was worried I’d be standing outside Welsh’s office all alone, telling everyone that I’m the only person dumb enough to wear a diaper.” “Well, there will be at least three of us, but I don’t know if that says more or less about our intelligence.” The friends laughed, and Sarah began the drive to the school. *** It was 9:30 by the time Emma and Sarah made it to the small study lounge on the same floor as their classroom. The coffees and sandwiches were gone by then, consumed during the ride to the school. The girls found the study lounge empty when they arrived. “Wasn’t Nicole supposed to meet us here?” Emma asked. “Thought so. She must be wrapping up her stats final. We can study while we wait.” They pulled out their notes and did a brief review of the materials. At 9:45, Nicole still had not shown, and Sarah began to pack up. “We’d better leave. Welsh locks her door at 10:00, and I have to pee before we start.” “Yeah, me too,” Emma replied. They walked to the public bathroom located between the lounge and the classroom in which their final would take place. Emma was able to forget what she was wearing while she was sitting and focused on her studies, but walking immediately reminded her of the padding between her legs. This prompted a horrifying realization. She couldn’t put the diaper on once it was removed. If she took it off now, she wouldn’t get her extra credit. “Sarah.” “What?” “I can’t… take this off,” Emma said, gesturing toward her lower waist. “Why… Oh. Do you have to pee?” Emma assessed her bladder. She did not have to pee, but she would be able to, and she always peed before an exam. “Not really have to pee, but the exam is two hours long. What should I do?” “Get done early.” “Thanks.” “I don’t really know, Em. The choices are kind of clear. You can take that off and pee now or hold it and get your extra credit.” Emma considered this. “I can hold it.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. I’ve got this. I need the extra credit.” “Okay, well don’t be offended, but I’m still going to pee.” Sarah entered the restroom to do just that. When Sarah was finished, the girls walked together to the classroom, where they waited for Nicole. It was getting close to 10:00 by this point, and there was still no sign of Nicole. At 9:57, just as the two were about to give up on their classmate, Nicole rounded the corner out of breath. “Nicole! I was getting worried about you,” Sarah greeted. “I know. That stats final was way harder than I thought.” “I’ve got your extra credit if you still want it.” “Thanks, but I don’t think there’s time. I haven’t even peed, but I don’t think I have a choice.” Nicole was right. The second hand on the clock outside the classroom had just started its final rotation of the nine o’clock hour. The trio entered the classroom and took their seats. Sarah and Emma sat at the same table with one seat between them. Nicole sat directly ahead of Sarah, sharing a table with a male classmate none of them knew. At precisely 10:00, Professor Welsh shut and locked the door. She walked to her podium and picked up an intimidatingly thick stack of papers. “Thank you for your punctuality. I do not want to waste too much of your time, so I will give some brief instructions while I hand out the exams. Please wait to begin until everyone has received their exam.” She began to make her way around the classroom, placing an exam facedown in front of each student.” You will have fifty multiple choice and four short answer questions. The first thirty-five multiple choice questions are single answer multiple choice. Please choose the best answer. The final fifteen multiple choice questions are multiple-multiples. You must choose all correct answers. There will be no partial credit for incomplete or partially correct answers. The short answer questions should be answered in six to ten sentences each. Exams must be turned in before you leave this classroom. Just raise your hand when you are finished, and I will come to collect your exam. Please ensure you have printed your name and signed the exam before you leave. There will be no returning to the classroom after you have left. I will be here until 12:00. Students who have completed the extra credit can meet me at my office shortly after. Are there any questions?” By this point in her speech, Professor Welsh had delivered the exams and repositioned herself at the podium. After a quick scan for raised hands, she continued, “Okay, you may begin.” There was a flurry of papers as a classroom of students simultaneously turned their exams over. Emma quickly skimmed the instructions of the cover page, printed and signed her name at the bottom, turned to the first page, and began her exam. She read the first question and her heart sank. It was complete gibberish. Emma felt like crying. All this hard work and she was stumped on the first question. She reread the question, ready to pick “A” for every answer and hope for the best. To her surprise, on her second look, she found she had misread the question the first time and that she actually knew the answer. Delighted, she continued to the second question, where the answer successfully jumped to her mind before she even read through her options. For the first twenty minutes, Emma worked diligently through the exam. She was able to quickly answer most questions encountered. As she completed the eighteenth question, Emma was distracted by movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked up to see Nicole had her legs crossed and was wiggling the upper leg. She looks like she really needs to pee. Emma’s own bladder panged in sympathy. She nervously thought of the coffee she had before the exam, noticing that it was filling her bladder much faster than she would like. I’ll be fine. I only had one coffee. With this thought, Emma returned her attention to her exam. Emma did not look up again until she completed the final single answer question. She took a breath. The exam was going much better than she had expected. She looked at the clock. It was 10:45. Okay, not bad. Figure half an hour for the multiple-multiples and ten minutes per short answer, with a little bit of wiggle room. Emma’s short break gave her bladder a chance to make itself known. It was getting uncomfortably full, to the point where Emma would have gone to the bathroom if she had access. She wondered how Nicole was holding up but decided she did not need to see more desperation. Emma squeezed her legs for a little comfort and went back to work. Twenty minutes later, Emma finished the final multiple-multiple. God, I hate those. Then, looking up at the clock, 11:15, right on schedule. Just then, she heard a gasp ahead of her. She looked up in time to see Nicole thrust a hand into her crotch and strain for a moment. As Emma watched, Nicole removed her hand from her crotch and looked down at her lap, quickly replacing her hand. She must really need to pee to be holding herself in the middle of the classroom. Emma’s own situation was quickly becoming urgent. The coffee seemed to be filling her bladder faster as time went on. Emma was now constantly pressing her legs together. She also occasionally had to fidget, but she tried to keep this to a minimum because she noticed she could her a soft rustle from her diaper from the sudden movements. The best thing to do is focus on the exam. The sooner I get done, the sooner I can focus on my bladder. Emma began the short answer portion of the exam. Emma moved quickly through the short answers. She paused after completing the third question to look at the time. 11:40. I’ve got this. The only problem was that Emma was now desperate for a bathroom. She knew she could hold on longer, but the pressure in her bladder was growing. She had given up trying to control her fidgeting and had even grasped her crotch a few times to alleviate the pressure. A look at Nicole told Emma she was far worse. Nicole had her free hand in her crotch, her legs crossed over her hand, and she was crouched over in an effort to contain her pee. Nicole completed her final short answer question, flipped through her exam to blindly circle some unanswered questions, then closed her exam. She raised her hand high and even waved it a little to get Professor Welsh’s attention. Professor Welsh saw the hand and made the trip across the classroom. After a quick review of the exam, Professor Welsh said, “Thank you. You may leave whenever you are ready.” Nicole quickly stood up from her seat, not even bothering to take her hand from her crotch. She half ran, half hobbled from the classroom, her bursting bladder keeping her from standing fully. Nicole’s scene did nothing to help Emma’s condition. Emma, or rather Emma’s bladder, decided that her free hand would need to hold her crotch for the rest of the exam. She looked back to her exam to finish her final question. Ten minutes later, she was done. A cursory review of her exam was all Emma’s bladder would allow. At 11:57, Emma raised the hand that was not holding her crotch. At the same time, Sarah raised her hand. Professor Welsh walked to their table, reviewed their exams, and dismissed them. Emma stood slowly, freezing and crouching halfway up as she felt her pelvic muscles spasm. This was a level of desperation Emma had never felt before. The fullness in her bladder had turned to pain. She could feel how her lower belly was swollen and hard beneath the waistband of her diaper. Her dignity taking a backseat to her desire to keep her pants dry, Emma kept her hand in her crotch as she took slow, mincing steps out of the room. Sarah was waiting for her outside. “Are you okay?” Sarah asked as Emma approached. “I can’t hold it, Sarah. I’m going to pee in my pants.” “I know how desperate you are. I’m dying to go and I got to pee before the exam. Just a quick stop at Welsh’s office, then we’ll get you to a toilet. I’ll carry you if I have to.” “Okay.” Emma took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.” But as they started the short journey to Professor Welsh’s office, Emma knew she did not have a chance. She was having flashbacks to leg day during volleyball season. At the end of a hard session, her legs would have a rubbery, almost numb feeling to them. For the following 24 hours, just the act of standing was a struggle. This was the same feeling she had presently, only now it was her pelvic muscles instead of her legs. Sarah and Emma made it to Professor Welsh’s office, where Emma took up a pee dance along with both hands between her legs in a vein attempt to stay dry. Sarah even fell into a modest dance of her own. The duo were the first to arrive at Professor Welsh’s office, but a few other students arrived as the clock approached noon. Emma blushed as her dance persisted despite the new arrivals, but her only other choice was to let it go. A couple minutes after noon, the hall flooded with students as all ten o’clock finals ended. Through the crowd, Emma saw Professor Welsh at the door to the classroom, waiting as the students filed out, planning to lock the door when the room was empty. Emma had another flashback to leg day. She was working on her sixth set of squats. She was feeling the fatigued numbness in her legs as she began the set. Now, on the way up from her fourth squat, her weary legs momentarily gave. Emma caught herself, and finished the rep. Emma waited anxiously for Professor Welsh to lock the classroom and make her way down the hall. Suddenly, she lost feeling in her lower muscles. Before she could register what happened, she heard a brief hiss and felt a slight vibration through her diaper. Emma’s muscles clamped shut again, regaining control. Did I… I think I just peed a little. The thick diaper had quickly absorbed the leak, so Emma did not feel any wetness to help identify her accident, but she knew she had lost control for a second. Professor Welsh walked into the entryway of the classroom and made sure it was empty. She then shut the door and put her key in the lock. Leg day: She didn’t know how, but she had pushed through five more reps. Her legs spasmed several times on the way, but she had done it. At the top of the ninth rep, Emma knew her legs were finished, but she was so close to completing the set. She was going to finish this set. Just one more rep. On her way down, she lost nearly all feeling in her legs. At the bottom, she rested, as much as one can rest at the bottom of a squat, and then rallied her muscles for one final push. She made it about two inches, and she knew her legs were giving for the final time. She slammed the squat bar in its lock just before she collapsed to the mat. Emma saw Professor Welsh locking the door. Just hold on a little longer. She felt that brief lapse of control again. The vibration was accompanied by a spot of wet warmth that pressed against her skin. Once again, her muscles regained control. Her brain was sending the signal to all muscles to clench, but exhaustion was causing lapses in her control. Professor Welsh turned to walk down the hall. Emma lost control again before clamping down. I don’t know if I can keep this up. The lapses came in quick succession, letting out short, hard sprays into her diaper. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Emma was doing everything she could to regain control, but she still felt the warmth begin to spread across her crotch. No. I can’t… can’t… just stand here and wet myself. Her body disagreed, but Emma continued fighting. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Professor Welsh was approaching the group. It was too much. Emma let out another spurt, found control a final time, then lost it for good. Her drained muscles gave out, releasing the pent-up contents of her bladder. While the spurts were small enough for the diaper to absorb the moment they escaped Emma's tortured muscles, the strong, steady stream now pouring from Emma was too much for the diaper to absorb immediately. Emma felt a small pool form between her legs. At the same time, the design of her diaper began to distribute the urine. She felt warmth simultaneously creep up her bottom and toward her front. Emma, no longer concerned with staying dry, had the new worry of overflowing her diaper, but she had used all her strength to hold everything up to this point. She could only hope and pee. Professor Welsh had arrived. “Thank you for waiting. I’m just going to lock these tests away, then I will bring you in one-by-one.” She unlocked her office and entered, closing the door behind her. Emma peed through Professor Welsh’s greeting. The padding around her front and bottom was soaked despite her standing position, and the diaper was beginning to sag between her legs, but she could feel her bladder reaching empty, and the puddle the diaper held against her was shrinking for the first time since she lost all control. Emma was about to remove her hands from her crotch, thinking there was no reason for them to be there now, but then she thought it might look suspicious to her classmates if she was desperate to pee one second, and fine the next. She resolved to act desperate for now. A few seconds later, her bladder was empty. Emma was afraid to look down, but she rubbed her thighs together and did not feel any wetness. Professor Welsh opened her door. “I am ready for the first student.” “Go ahead, Em,” Sarah whispered. “Make a dash to the bathroom as soon as you’re out. I’ll catch up.” Too late, thought Emma. She entered the office and Professor Welsh closed the door behind her. “Hi, Emma,” Professor Welsh said with a smile. “I wasn’t surprised to see you outside my door. You’ve always been enthusiastic about these assignments.” Emma offered a smile and a weak “Yeah” in return. “Okay, I just need you to drop your pants and you can be off to your vacation.” Emma froze. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to take her pants all the way off. “Can’t I just show you the waistband?” “I know it’s a little uncomfortable, but I make all students do this for extra credit.” Emma contemplated just walking out. No. Not after all I’ve done. I bought the diapers. I wore the diapers. I PEED in the diapers. Dammit, I’m getting my extra credit. And she dropped her pants, undershorts and all, then stared ahead, refusing to look down at her swollen diaper. “Thank y-… Oh my.” Professor Welsh blushed deeper than Emma. “I think… I think that will do. Thank you, Emma.” Emma pulled up her pants and left the room. She remembered to return her hand to her crotch on the way out. She trusted Professor Welsh not to share the news of her accident, but she really did not need her classmates knowing she had peed in front of them. The diaper squished beneath her hand and between her legs as she walked to the bathroom. She pushed the door and almost ran face-first into it when it did not budge. Then she saw the sign. “Closed for cleaning.” Just as Emma turned around, Sarah exited Professor Welsh’s office, holding her crotch and doing the same dance Emma was pretending to do. “I’m glad I got the extra credit, but I reeeally need to pee now,” Sarah said as she approached. “This one’s closed.” “You’ve got to be kidding.” “No, but I think there’s a handicap one on the other side of this floor.” “Let’s hurry, or I’m going to be glad I wore this diaper for another reason.” They took off in search of another bathroom, both girls with hands between their legs, one to maintain appearances, and one to maintain dryness. It did not take long for the friends to reach the handicap bathroom. Sarah reached it first and opened the door to reveal a single use bathroom. “Crap.” Sarah gripped herself tighter, thought for a moment, then said, “Emma, you go first. I know you’ve been holding it longer.” “No, you go ahead.” Emma did not want to explain her situation in the hallway. “Em, you need to hurry or I’m not going to be able to hold it.” “Seriously, you go first.” “No, y-…” Sarah was cut off when Emma grabbed her arm, pulling both of them into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them. “What are you –“ “I peed my pants already,” Emma explained. “I don’t need the toilet anymore. Just pee before you wet your pants too.” “You… What… Never mind.” Sarah yanked down her pants and pullup in one go and sat on the toilet. Not even a moment after her butt met the seat, a hard stream of pee hit the water below, which Sarah chose to harmonize with a long “aaaaah.” End of part 3
  4. 3 points
    I've been into this fetish off and on for a while and I finally thought I'd post here. Bit of backstory, I just graduated college and moved in with my parents for a little so between living with my parents and living with roommates, I hardly the privacy to indulge in this. Tonight however I was in the den watching tv and drinking some homebrew and of course eventually had the urge to pee. I realized that my parents had gone to bed and I was still doing laundry. This would be a good opportunity to have some fun. Usually when I get these urges I'm in situations where I cant act on them but not this time. After waiting about 10 min longer to make sure everyone was asleep I made my way to the bathroom, put down a towel and proceeded to piss my underwear. I'm still not at the point where I can just let loose so it took me about 5 min to fully relieve myself. I really wanted to masturbate in my pissed underwear but decided to wait a little to write this.
  5. 3 points
    I recently found some great desperation videos from a lady named Nerdy Faery on PornHub, she does some great holding vids and I love her glasses! In this clip she is desperate to pee while on the phone...I love her undulations as she tries to hold back her urinary load. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cf9891a370dd
  6. 3 points
    Please don't do that, human beings have to clean that up.
  7. 3 points
    Just a quick sample from Alisha's most recent photo set on HD Wetting-
  8. 2 points
    This Sunday, I intend to host my second live gaming + holding on Discord. Three people have shown interested in coming! I can't be happier and more nervous about that. I'm also thinking I should have an official name for the series. Should it be "Leaky Gaming" or "The Game Holder"?
  9. 2 points
    Here is one of my favourite fantasies. Nothing original but a lovely daydream when I am feeling the urge to wee. Apologies to the ladies, but this is a male fantasy. I am with a group of friends on the beach. We are all young and attractive and a mix of men and women. It is quite hot but pleasant. We play around – a bit of frisbee, a bit of horseplay – and relax in the soft sand, drinking and eating ice creams. As the afternoon wears on, a lazy, soporific mood descends on the party. The women have their bikinis on. One has a high leg bikini bottom, and another a white bikini that stretches tightly between her legs and has no gusset or seam, so that when she sits with her legs slightly apart I am conscious that there is just a single thickness of material between her labia and my gaze. She is reading and occasionally looking up to say something to one of our companions. At one point our eyes meet, and she knows she has my attention. After a while she begins to squirm uncomfortably a little, but she cannot be bothered to move. This goes on until her breathing is quite ragged and she seems to be having some difficulty concentrating on her book. Then she languidly puts it down, scoops a hole in the sand between her thighs and lies back, eyes closed, knees bent, legs on either side of the hole. As I watch, a small wet dot appears on the white expanse of material between her legs. She doesn’t seem to notice and just dozes. After a few more moments, the dot becomes a small circle, but she still doesn’t react. Then I hear a sharp intake of breath and there is almost a spurt, which sends some drops into the sand, but she just as quickly stops it. She props herself up on her elbows and looks me straight in the eyes, smiles at me, then truly lets go. The wee runs between her legs into the sand, spreads across the front of her bikini and starts to soak her bum. The naughty smile on her face says that she is thoroughly aware that everyone is staring at her and she is loving it. The pee continues for a surprisingly long time, trickling into the hole she had made. When she has finished, she lets out a long sigh of contentment and watches as her wee soaks away into the sand. Then she scoops the sand back into the hole to bury all signs of her recent activity, leans back again and puts the book over her face to snooze. ****************************************************************** In an extension to that fantasy, or as an alternative, this sometimes happens…. The tide is a long way out, and we have settled at the top of the beach where the sand is dry and some lines of dunes mark the end of the beach, giving shelter from the wind and affording us some privacy. After a long time while everyone just dozes or reads, Jeff suddenly announces, “I’m just going to find a bush.” This provokes some hilarity around his chances of finding a bush on a beach, but he says, “You know what I mean. A dune or something.” Andy says that he thinks he will too, and as they stand up to go, Pete decides it was time he went as well, so all three head off over the dune behind our ‘spot’. Karen, the girl in the high leg bikini, rolls over onto her tummy, her halter top displaying an alluring cleavage, and she clambers to her feet, the top not restricting the natural swing of her breasts as she moves. As she follows the guys, her firm, peach-shaped buttocks are outlined seductively by the yellow bikini bottom. By the time she tops the dune and starts down the other side, the guys are already standing in a line, hidden in the dip between the dunes, their swimsuits pulled to one side as they ‘water the sand’. When Karen appears, Andy looks startled and tries to hide his cock, but just gets pee on his hand. Jeff obviously decides he has nothing to hide and stands proudly, making side to side movements with his pee. Karen plants herself opposite them, feet apart, and turns her face up to the sun, eyes closed as if in worship, arms raised with her hands behind her head, and shakes her long, auburn hair down her back. Her breasts sway from side to side, the halter top doing nothing to hide her protuberant nipples. Then she starts to wee. It gushes past and through the narrow band of material that covers her front and between her thighs. It runs down her legs and forms a thin trickle in the middle. The wetness turns the material almost transparent, showing the dark patch where her hair was left unshaven. She opens her eyes and looks frankly at the boys, enjoying the look on their faces. When she has done, she turns on one foot away from them, and bends down to scratch a heel as if it had an itch, affording them a view of her perfect bum and the now wet bikini, stretched tight over her pussy to give an almost perfect cameltoe peeking between her thighs. All too soon, she straightens up and starts to return. As she passes the boys, who still look astounded, she notices approvingly the swollen penises still in their hands and smiles mischievously, then walks off down to the sea to rinse her legs and bikini in the water. ------------------------- What are your favourite daydreams?
  10. 2 points
    View File Toilet seat masturbation and panty wetting Japanese girl sits on the lid of a toilet seat and rubs herself through her panties until she wets Submitter sathanas Submitted 06/28/2019 Category Peeing