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    • By Maki in Wanko to Risa - A Wanko to Kurasou inspired series
         4
      "I can't.. believe.. that just happened.."
      I mutter this to myself repeatedly as the three of tread our way back home. The cool fall breeze sends shivers down my legs as the short skirt I picked out earlier in the day flutters a bit in the wind, my cheeks rendered practically as red as the fall leaves gracing the sidewalk.

      Of all people to run into today, it has to be Nadeshiko. Admittedly, that interaction went far better than I could have ever dreamed. But I still can't shake the sheer embarrassment of the situation from my mind.

      My mind snaps back to reality when I feel a familiar warm palm patting me on the head. Turning around, I see Kotarou behind me with a concerned expression. "Risa, why are you so worked up? I feel bad, I said we'd never run into anyone we know, but.. mom of all people isn't going to care about the things we do. Trust me."
      She says this with such a sincere and warm smile I can't help but feel a bit at ease. As I return a half-hearted smile, the blue-haired doggy girl continues patting me on the head. This feeling.. it makes my anxiety feel like it's melting away. It's nice.
      Maybe it's not so bad, I think, as the three of us stroll back up to my apartment door. Finally inside, I breathe a sigh of relief. The warmth of my apartment bringing back a sense of safety and comfort as I plop down face-first on the couch.
      I think of drifting off to sleep for a moment, but then I remember..
      "I'll do anything you want, Risa!"
      A slight, devilish grin creeps across my face as those words echo in my mind again. I almost forgot, I still need to get even with a certain mischievous pup tonight, and I know just the thing. But first..
      "Mikan, can you get me the phone? I don't feel like cooking tonight, so we're having pizza for dinner."

      The Orange haired girl throws her arms up and gives a cheer. "Pizza!" she echoes with a smile, obediently fetching the phone for me and handing it over with a wag of her tail.
      "Yes, pizza! You too, Kotarou. I'll be ordering enough for the three of us."
      Of-course, for the doggy girl that got to humiliate me earlier this evening, I have much more than just a night of pizza planned.
      After ordering, I throw on the TV and find something for the three of us to watch. Mikan instinctively cuddles right up to me on the couch, with me in the middle and Kotarou plopped right down on the other side.
      Eventually, when the Pizza arrives, I send Kotarou over to grab everything and pay the delivery driver. In the meantime, I head to the kitchen to grab some cups, paper plates, and a little something else I remember stashing in the cabinet months back.
      A tiny bottle with "ExTRA strength laxatives" printed on the label. I forgot I had these until this evening. One might ask why I just happen to have these on hand, but I'd respond.. that's none of your business! Sometimes a girl has.. troubles, and needs something to help with that. Obviously I didn't need the whole bottle when that ordeal happened, so I've had these lying around ever since, just in-case.
      I don't intend to use these right away, however, so I just casually slide them into my pocket for the time being as Kotarou marches in, almost right on cue, with an extra-large pepperoni pizza and a liter of cola in hand.
      With the doggy girls help, we slice the Pizza up evenly between the three of us and later we're all plopped back onto the couch, munching happily on the delicious hot meal and sipping on some cola under a nice warm blanket in front of the TV.
      It appears our earlier walk worked up quite the appetite for my own petite little pup, as despite her size, she happily munches down her sizing before either of us can come close to finishing, humming and wagging her tail beneath the covers all the while.
      I lean over and give her a playful nuzzle and a pat on the head with one hand as I work on munching away at my final slice with the other. Not long after, we've all finished our meal, and it's at this time I strike.
      "Mmh~, now that we're all fed and cozy, Kotarou.." I sway over to her side of the couch, eying the blue-haired pup mischievously as I casually slip a hand under the covers and into the pocket from earlier. Kotarou blinks innocently, returning my gaze confused as she finishes her own final few bites.
      "Don't think I've forgotten about our deal earlier. Remember what you said? You'd do anything for me in return for that little stunt~"
      "Ah.." as realization hits, Kotarou's face morphs into an amused expression as she glances. "I see. Is Risa feeling frisky tonight?"
      She says this as she eyes the hand I have drifted under the covers, and my face glows red as I realize what she's thinking.
      "Needing some help under there, maybe~?" she says with a smug look, causing even Mikan to look over curiously.

      "H-hey you, don't get the wrong idea!" I promptly pull my hands back out, revealing the bottle I nabbed earlier to the doggy girl. "Don't think you're getting off that easy, pup! I know you'd just enjoy that, so I have much, much better plans for you tonight!"
      Kotarou blinks in confusion as her eyes gaze down to the bottle, her smug expression rapidly dwindling as she reads the label. "W-wait just a minute, you can't seriously mean to.."
      "Fufufu, oh yes. You got to humiliate me this evening, so it's only fair I return the favor!" I respond with a smirk.
      "Jeez, I knew you'd make me do something perverted, but.." the doggy girl trails off, before a smug grin returns on her face. "Say~.. I bet you couldn't beat me in a little contest, Risa. How about double or nothing?"
      My eyes gaze over the pup suspiciously. "Double or nothing?"
      As I ask this, Kotarou nabs the bottle from my hand and holds it out in front of me. "Take one with me, first to lose has to be diapered all day tomorrow! Winner gets to use the toilet."
      While saying this, she leans in with a pervish grin and whispers "knowing you, you'll enjoy this either way, so it's a win-win~", her voice carrying a teasing tone.
      It only takes me a moment to contemplate this. Truth be told, a little competition like this sounds like an even funner way to end the night, and besides, "you're quite confident for someone who utterly filled her pants in my car not too long ago" I tease back with a smirk.
      Kotarou's ears twitch as her cheeks flush red. "H-hey, I had a reason for that. Unlike Risa, who completely filled her panties after just a short walk home!"

      Our back and forth, it seems, did not go unnoticed by the orange haired girl beside us as she bursts out into giggles.
      "Ohoho, you think that's funny, huh?" I say, nuzzling over and giving her a teasing hair ruffle, the girl giggling more as my palm playfully rustles against her head. "Why not join your master on this little bet? We'll see who's giggling then!"
      "J-join? U-uhm.." Mikan stutters out with a flustered expression, her body visibly shuffling around a bit beneath the blanket. I assume there's no way she'll agree to this, but to my surprise..
      "..O-okay. But, uhm. Can Mikan get.. changed first?"
      My eyes blink as I take her response in. Such an odd and potentially humiliating bet is not something one would normally so easily agree to, but Mikan barely hesitated. I'm surprised, but more than that, I grin when I realize what she means when she says "get changed." She, of-course, means into her usual, 'protective' undergarments.
      "Of-course. In-fact, I believe it would be a good idea for us to join you.. Kotarou will certainly need some extra protection for when she inevitably stinks up the place." I say with a tease as the two of us hop off the couch.

      "Speak for yourself, panty filler!" the blue-haired girl chimes back, my cheeks suddenly reddening as a firm smack and palm print clashed against my.. 'other' cheeks. I look back, blushing and covering my backside, only to see Kotarou trotting off in-front with her tail wagging triumphantly.

      "Cheeky little.." I mumble, rubbing my bum as I rush to catch up, only to have Kotarou throw her pants and panties in my face as soon as I step foot into the bedroom, eliciting another blush from my cheeks as the blue-haired girl just casually stands there. "Well? Are you two just going to gawk or shall we get started?"
      "Aren't you an eager one? Since you're so impatient, why don't you grab them out for us? They're just under the bed." I say, casually slipping my own panties off in the process.
      As I do this, Kotarou bends down and begins digging under my bed without a second thought. I take a moment to admire the view as the girl casually wags her naked butt in the air. I feel like she's essentially taunting me, knowing I can't resist a little revenge, but even if she is, I do it anyhow.
      Smack!
      Kotarou yelps out a moan as my palm makes contact with her left cheek, giving the pups soft bottom a nice firm squeeze before hastily stepping back a safe distance, Kotarou pulling back out only a moment later with a few pull-ups in hand.

      I playfully point over to Mikan, who is in the process of undressing herself, causing her to blush and stumble a moment in embarrassment. "R-Risa, don't try to pin that on me!"

      Kotarou, playing along, leans in with a scolding finger pointed at the flustered girl. "My, Mikan, what a grip. If you wanted a squeeze all you had to do was ask~"
      Mikan, with her cheeks reddened and puffed out, just sticks her tongue out and swiftly nabs one of the pull-ups from Kotarou's grasp.
      "Such an attitude, maybe you're the one who needs a good spanking~!" Kotarou says with a playful voice, tossing me a pair of padding before leaning back and swiftly slipping her own pair on.
      Once the three of us are all padded up, I lead the us back into the living room. "So, for the rules~" I say as I pour a few of pills out from the earlier bottle. "Whoever fills their diaper, loses. Naturally. Last person standing wins and gets bathroom privileges back. To make things more.. interesting, however.. having just the 'first' kind of accident doesn't count, but any loss of the second and you're out!"
      Kotarou is the first to grab a pill from my hand, downing it without a second thought. "Sounds simple enough~ but I don't plan on doing either!"
      Mikan, much more meekly takes another and does the same with me.
      "Also to make this more interesting.. with Halloween around the corner, I think I'll find us a nice scary movie to watch." I say with a grin.
      "Bring it on~ I'm not so easily scared!" Kotarou chimes in before plopping down on the couch. I think to tease her virtually begging to take shelter with me during our last thunderstorm, but decide that might be a little too much.
      As I pick up the remote and scroll through the channels, I find a good Halloween flick with lots of jump scares that has just started. One which I, conveniently, once saw just last year. But I don't mention that to either of these two. After dimming the lights, I grab Mikan and collapse on the couch next to Kotarou, pulling the orange haired girl down with me as I feel her crinkly bottom plopping into my lap.
      The start of the movie is somewhat uneventful, as you might expect. So the build-up gives plenty of time for the three of us to sit and get comfortable. It's only around 15 minutes in that I feel a particular pup of mine becoming a little wriggly in my lap. 
      Sneaking my hands under the covers, I wrap them around the doggy girl and give her a surprise snuggle, the sudden pressure eliciting a muffled "frrt~" from the now very blushy dog girl.

      "R-Risa! N-No playing dirty!" Mikan protests, as Kotarou just grins. "Well, one of us will be out soon~"
      I giggle a moment in response, loosening up my grip but continuing to gently snuggle with Mikan.
      It doesn't take long before I feel that gurgling and movement in my own tummy, however. Right as the movie picks up, the first jump scare scream causes Mikan to bounce in my lap, the sudden rustle in pressure eliciting a strong sudden cramp and a "pffrrrrt!" from my backside, provoking a visible blush from my cheeks.
      To my benefit, however, it seems Mikan's squeaking let me get away unnoticed for now. But the sudden constant squirming in my lap is not helping the growing pressure in my stomach at all.
      I suffer through two more of these scenes before it becomes too much to bear. Still barely into the movie and I can already feel the pizza from earlier begging for release.
      The constant cramping is making my legs shift and squirm constantly, with the added weight of having Mikan in my lap making this an awkward and difficult ordeal that provides me with little to no relief in the end.
      By the next cramp, my stomach is gurgling violently, begging for relief. My legs desperately squirm and shift, but with Mikan's butt in the way, there's no way for me to hold myself.
      "Nngh. Okay, look. Mikan, I love you and all.. but your squirmy butt needs to get off my lap for now." I say, pushing the doggy girl up and sighing as my belly experiences some much needed relief.
      That relief, however, is short lived. As a sudden scream from the movie on the screen sends a squealing Mikan's tail and ears straight, her body stumbles and trips backwards, landing back on me with a thump.
      "PfffFFFRRRTTT!"
       Oh gosh.
      I desperately try to hold myself as I feel a massive weight being forced down from my gut, but amidst the flailing and squirming of the doggy girl in my lap, there's little I can do but clench my teeth and brace for the inevitable.
      Grrrrgle
      Sweat drops from my forehead as my legs squeeze together, shivers running up my spine as my body heaves out a heavy involuntary grunt.
      Fffrrtt.. Crklcrkl..
      "Hahhh.." I feel a weight descend all the way to my bottom as my cheeks widen and my body cries out for its inevitable relief.
      In another act of desperation, I quickly push Mikan up just enough to give my body some room to maneuver as I, more voluntarily this time, give another heavy grunt and push, feeling the massive weight finally break free and fill the seat of my padding with a vengeance.
      Crklcrklcrkl..! ..pfffffloorrbbrtt!
      "Hahh.. Ahhh!" my body moans out in relief as an almost literal explosion of soft, warm mush fills my backside, elevating my rump up from the seat cushion ever so slightly.
      All of this drowning out the TV and instantly catching the attention of the two doggy girls.
      Kotarou, unsurprisingly, bursts out into laughter. "Hahaha, Risa, could you not even outlast Mikan?!"

      Mikan who, by this point, has finally jumped up off my lap (taking the blanket with her) squeaks out an apology as she realizes her role in my demise. "A-ahh, Risa, I-I'm sorry, I-nngh!"
      Her apology, however, is cut short as the quivering doggy girl suddenly stiffens up and produces another squeak as her hands dart down to her sides, her tiny fists clenched as the noise of my diaper filling earlier now replaced by the sudden gushing of liquids, a large yellow stain suddenly forming and creeping up the front of the doggy girls pull-up, making it to bulge and sag every so slightly.
      P-pssshhhh~
      Amid our shame, Kotarou's laughter is shortly replaced by swearing as the doggy girl rolls onto her side, arms clenched around her belly as a noisy "Fffrrtt!" escapes her backside.
      "Hahaha, d-damnit, I can't..!"
      The blue-haired girl sticks her butt in the air mere inches away from my face, hands darting to her backside as she desperately fights to hold back her own needs. "Ahh, ahaha, oh screw it, I already beat you anyway!"
      Amidst her bursts of laughter, Kotarou too surrenders control, letting forth a noisy explosion of crackles and blorts as her own as the paw-printed padding practically explodes like an airbag right into my face.

      Artwork courtesy of @OverFlo207
      Pffffrrbbbllloorrrbbbtttt!
      "Jeez, at the very least do that facing away from me!" I say, trying to suppress giggles as I teasingly push against her mushy bottom, eliciting a half-squeal and half-moan as the doggy girls tail shoots up into the air. "G-gross, Risa, do you know how much harder that makes it to clean!"
      I simply grin and flop down onto the couch in exhaustion, closing my eyes while letting out a sigh of relief as I simply give in to all my needs, feeling a warm trickle form from my nether regions before pooling out and puffing the crotch of my diaper up in a blanket of warmth. "Don't know, sounds like it didn't bother you all that much to m-."
      Squelch!
      The moment I let my guard down, the cheeky pup launches a surprise attack and sits right on my face.
      "M-mmhphh!" Feeling the warm, squishy padding smushing against me, I let out a scant involuntary moan of my own and desperately try to shove the doggy girl away. "Hahaha, g-get off me you stinky pup!"
      Fffrrtt!
      "Jeez, Risa! You say I stink?" Kotarou exclaims amidst laughter as she finally rolls off me.
      Sitting up, I speak honestly by denying the accusations. "H-hey, that wasn't me this time!"
      Nnnhh..
      The sudden groaning, now obviously coming from the orange haired girl in front of us, shows the true source.

      "M-mikan won right? C-can she please gotothepottynow?"
      I grin a bit, nodding. "Of-course. You know, you could always just go in your dia-" I start to tease, but am promptly cut off with a firm "N-nothanks!" as the orange haired girl darts to the bathroom at once, leaving both me and Kotarou rolled over laughing again.
      "S-so, you realize what this means, right?" I say with a smirk. "Since Mikan won, that means both of us lost the bet." Kotarou shrugs, crawling over and plopping down on my lap with another audile squelch. "I made Risa share in my punishment. That's good enough for me!"
    • By XxSpyroFanxX in Knuckles's predicament
         1
      "For the love of all things Chaos, Sonic, NO! I don't have a weak bladder. Why would you even bring that up?" Knuckles growled in exasperation.
       
      Sonic had been on Knuckles's case about the echidna's "inability" to keep his bladder in check.
       
      "Knuckles, you've needed to pee several times on our last few missions, as well as near accidents, and that one accident while you were trapped in Eggman's base. YES YOU DO!" Sonic exclaimed.
       
      "Shut up! It's not like I can help it. I don't exactly choose when my bladder decides to get involved. So stop talking about it!" Knuckles roared.
       
      "You can at least watch how much you drink. And do I have to bring up how you needed diapers while in Tails's plane?" Sonic shot, "We all do that! And I don't even drink that much!"
       
      "Hmm, then I have a challenge for you. You must drink a certain amount of water, then see just how long you can hold it, if you make it past one hour, at least, then I'll get off your case," Sonic explained.
       
      Knuckles growled, "I don't need to prove anything to you! Besides, what kind of stupid challenge is that?"
       
      "If you don't do it, then you just admitted to being a weak bladder," Sonic smirked, Knuckles growled at that, he was not a weak bladder, how dare Sonic threaten his pride like that!
       
      "FINE! I'll do your stupid challenge if it gets you off my case!" Knuckles exclaimed.
       
      Sonic smirked triumphantly, his plan worked, now to get the essentials.
       
      He placed towels on the couch, then grabbed a few bottles of water, three was the amount Knuckles needed, but he had more if he was feeling brave enough.
       
      "Sonic, this isn't a challenge, your filling me up like a water balloon!" Knuckles exclaimed, seeing all the bottles Sonic carried in, "No, you have to drink at least three, but there are more if you're confident enough."
       
      Knuckles huffed, before sitting on the couch, and grabbed the first bottle, downing it with almost little effort.
       
      The second bottle took him longer to drink, as he stopped to catch his breath, the third was hardest, and finishing it off hurt his stomach.
       
      Feeling full, he placed the empty bottles in the trash, then waited for his body to absorb the water he consumed.
       
      Feeling the first few twinges from his bladder, he shifted positions, then he remembered he forgot something, turning to Sonic, he asked, "Any catches?"
       
      "Only one, when you reach your limit and want to give in, you have to wet yourself," Sonic said, "That's dumb, one of your dumbest ideas yet, hedgehog."
       
      "If it were real, and we were on a mission, you can't get any bathroom breaks then," Sonic explained, Knuckles looked down at his abdomen, waiting for the water to fill up his bladder.
       
      Knuckles grew bored with the slow progress, and, feeling confident, he grabbed a fourth bottle, while he drank it down, Sonic asked, "Feeling confident?"
       
      Knuckles threw the emptied bottle into the trash, he smirked at Sonic, "I'll show you who's laughing at the end, when I beat the hour."
       
      'I am half tempted to add to his time secretly if he keeps up this boasting' Sonic thought, then secretly added five minutes to the overall time.
       
      Knuckles fidgeted as his bladder finally started filling more quickly, but he didn't let Sonic know when he asked, "Feeling anything yet?"
       
      "Nope, still holding on strong," Knuckles boasted, but karma struck as a large wave of discomfort shot through his body, causing him to reach down and press his hand against the exit, positive nothing would escape, he removed his hand, trying to sit casually while in the tremendous discomfort.
       
      He grabbed the edge of the couch with a pained expression, "Ooohhhhh," he groaned, as the four bottles worth of water finally filled his bladder up.
       
      His bladder felt dreadfully full, and his heart sank when Sonic asked, "Wanna try a fifth bottle?"
       
      Knuckles desperately wanted to say no, but he didn't want to look weak, so he reached a shakey hand for another bottle, downing it was torture, and he didn't want to know how badly he'd need to leak after being so full.
       
      He was unable to stop fidgeting, and he crossed his legs tightly, he took in deep breaths as the fifth bottle slowly started to take effect.
       
      A visible bulge appeared as Knuckles's bladder swelled up a bit, he groaned and shoved his hands between his legs, keeping the exit shut as best as he could.
       
      After the final bottle filled him up, he was certain there was no room for more, and he wanted to shout 'I QUIT!' but he remembered the catch, he wasn't allowed the bathroom, and even if he was, he wouldn't make it upstairs.
       
      He rubbed the area just directly above his bladder, hoping to alleviate some of the pain.
       
      'This is unbearable, looks like my pride got me into trouble yet again' Knuckles thought, rubbing the skin helped a little, but not by much, he knew soon, he would need to empty his bladder.
       
      His bladder extended outward some more, and some urine trickled out onto the towels Knuckles sat on.
       
      It was now painful to just simply hold the exit shut, so Knuckles tried rubbing the area above his bladder some more, trying not to apply too much pressure, he groaned in discomfort.
       
      "I-is the hour u-u-up y-yet?" Knuckles managed to stutter.
       
      "Not quite, but you're almost there, just five more minutes, Knuckles, then you're good to go." Sonic assured the aching echidna.
       
      'Just five minutes, that's all, then you're free to let go. Come on, Knuckles, you can do this' Knuckles thought, rocking back and forth where he sat, both hands shoved between his legs, which were tightly crossed, he moaned and groaned loudly.
       
      More urine escaped, and he pressed his hand against the exit as much as he was allowed to, before the pain of the swollen bladder forced him to stop.
       
      "Four minutes left, Knuckles, just keep holding on," Sonic said.
       
      Knuckles groaned, "Mmmm, I c-can't, it's t-t-too m-much," he whined.
       
      "Just keep holding on, pal, you're almost there," Sonic rubbed Knuckles's back, trying to offer the echidna some comfort.
       
      Sonic soon felt the towels weren't going to be enough, so he ran into a back room, and came back with a bucket in hand.
       
      "When the time is up, two minutes, buddy, just two left, you can go into this. Come on Knuckles, don't give up now."
       
      Knuckles took in deep breaths, only a couple minutes to go, then he would get the relief he desperately wanted.
       
      "One minute left, you got this," Sonic rubbed Knuckles's back again, trying to reassure the echidna, who was fidgeting constantly, and groaning loudly.
       
      "Almost there.... almost there...." Sonic kept an eye on the watch in hand, "NOW!" he quickly gave Knuckles the bucket, and he wasted no time getting into a suitable position, not caring that Sonic was watching, he quickly emptied his grateful bladder into the bucket.
       
      "Ahhhhhh......" he sighed, he dazed off for a moment from the immense relief.
       
      He closed his eyes, and took in deep breaths; it took a few minutes, but Knuckles finally finished up, settling down onto the couch, a fixed smile on his muzzle.
       
      Sonic rubbed his back once more, "Feeling better, Knux?"
       
      The echidna sighed and nodded, "You have no idea how good that felt," Knuckles rubbed his forehead, "NEVER doing that again."
       
      "I can understand why, I'm surprised you held on for so long, if it were me, I would've wet myself half way through," Sonic said.
       
      Knuckles looked down at the bucket, and blushed at how full it was, "Uhmmm... I'll just take care of this," he picked up the bucket and walked off.
       
      When he came back, he collapsed onto the couch, he rubbed his eyes, and tried to shake off the funny feeling in his lower body.
       
      "Wanna just sit around and relax for the rest of the day?" Sonic asked, "Sure, I need a break after that challenge."
       
      Knuckles placed his arms behind his head as Sonic turned the television on.
       
      (Ninth chapter, oh this one was hard to write down, Sonic and Knuckles belong to Sega.)
    • By Nick_Donovan in Status blog
         0
      Hey, all! I meant to upload this on October 20, but it doesn't look like that actually went through. Because of this, I'm kind of late getting this up. Hope that doesn't bother anyone!
      Anyway... nine request slots are up for grabs in this upload block. Similar rules to the last few times: users can't have any more than one slot taken from each successive group of three. Just look through the attached file to check availability.
      OmoOrg request history.txt
    • By Chevrolet in Snek Writes Stuff
         1
      It's a cool, overcast October morning. My '88 Cadillac Brougham is parked on the shoulder of the 411. I'm sitting on the hood, flipping through my phone. The reception here is kind of crappy, so I can't do all that much. After answering a couple texts from a friend, I hear rustling from the woods to my right. Lindsey pops out, still doing up the belt on her jeans.

      "Did you make it?" I ask.

      "Barely." 

      I turn off my phone and slip it into my pocket. "You do this to yourself, you know."

      She rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on! Don't do this again."

      We get back into the car. I start the motor and merge back onto the 411. "No, you do do this to yourself. Every time we go on a long drive, I tell you: Don't drink a bunch of stuff before we go. Don't get a refill even though it's a better deal. Don't drink two coffees for breakfast. And you tell me you won't. But we haven't even been driving an hour and you're already practically pissing yourself."

      "I didn't piss myself, you dick!" 

      I speed up to pass a tractor trailer. "I know, but Christ. I don't want to have to stop every 45 minutes so you can go to the bathroom. What did you drink before I picked you up?"

      "Nothing!"

      "That's a lie and you know it."

      Lindsey looks away from me and out the window. "A mug of coffee and a glass of water," She says in the same way an eight-year-old admits to eating the last of the Oreo cookies.
      "Which mug?"

      "...The one with the honeybees on it." Which was the biggest one she owned, of course.

      I put my hand on my forehead. "Every time, man! Every time!"

      "I was sleepy! And thirsty! I needed coffee!"

      "But then why the water?!"

      "I just wanted it, ok?"

      We pass by a big blue sign that says "REST AREA 1 KILOMETER". Haha! If only we had known. She hates having to pop a squat.

      "Oh, hey, look!" I exclaim.

      She punches my arm, not hard enough to hurt. "Shut up!" I bite my lip and try not to laugh.

      I keep driving. Eventually, Lindsey starts to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. The seats in my car are a lot more comfortable than the ones in her Mitsubishi, and she is definitely not used to this level of comfort. After a few more minutes, she's out cold, even after drinking that coffee.

      15 minutes pass, then 30. I get off the highway for a minute to stop at a Flying J. I top off my gas tank, then go inside to pay for it. I grab a coffee while I'm in there and some Reese cups for Lindsey. I know she likes those. While I'm there, I use the bathroom. I probably could have waited longer, but I may as well while I'm here.

      I get back to the Cadillac and Lindsey is still out cold. I consider waking her up, but she's snuggled under a blanket and I'd feel bad waking her early. I let her rest. 

      Traffic was still flowing nicely as I merged back onto the highway. I expected worse on a Friday morning, but we were probably far enough from any major cities that it wouldn't be an issue. I turn on the radio and settle on a nice and quiet local talk station where two gentlemen are discussing some bullshit about an appliance store somewhere. It's exactly the type of pointless chatter that keeps me focused on the road, and besides, I don't want to wake Lindsey with loud music.

      After another 30 minutes or so, she starts to wake up again. I hear her yawn. "How long was I out for?"

      "I dunno. An hour, maybe a bit more."

      She stares ahead for a second, then looks uncomfortable.

      "I have to pee again."

      "Really?"

      "Yeah." She nods. "Bad."

      I grip the steering wheel tight. Goddamnit. 

      "Okay, look. There's another rest stop in 15 kilometers or so. Can you hold it that long?" I look over. Her legs are pressed firmly together and she's wiggling her feet around on the floor of the car. I can tell it's gonna be a close one.

      "I think I can." Lindsey says, with absolutely no confidence.

      "Can you at least sit on a towel or something?"

      "What? I"m not going to piss myself in your car! I don-"

      "Listen," I interrupt. "Cloth seats absorb liquids really easily." I look over and make eye contact. "Any liquids. And I don't want to have to deep-clean my seats for the second time this summer."

      She looks annoyed, but understands. Lindsey reaches into the back seat and grabs a beach towel, folds it up, then puts it down on her chair and sits back down.

      "Thank you. I'm sorry, you just know I love this car, and the chemicals I'd need t-"

      "Just get me to a bathroom." I can hear the desperation in her voice. Oh boy. I give the 350 engine some gas and pass a slow-moving cement truck.

      I can hear Lindsey tapping her feet on the floor. I reach over and finish the last of my crappy Flying J coffee, crush the cup in my hand, then toss it into the backseat.

      "What the hell?!" Lindsey looks at me, infuriated. What did I do? Maybe she wanted a coffee too?

      "What?"

      "I could have gone in that cup!" That thought had never even occurred to me.

      "You would have done that?"

      "...I gotta go." Good grief. She wasn't even willing to do that last time. I mean, I also didn't want an open container of piss inside my nice, cleanly-upholstered car. But just the fact that she was now willing to consider that as an option... I wiped the sweat off my brow. Another blue sign: REST STOP 5 KILOMETERS. Lindsey whimpers as she sees it.

      I need to distract her somehow. "I bought you some Reese's cups."

      "Why in the name of God are you talking about Reese's cups right now?!"

      Hmph. "If you're gonna be mean to me you don't get any." I reach into the centre console and pick them up.

      "I never said that!" She reaches over and grabs the arm holding them. I yank my arm back, moving her towards me. She doesn't expect this and lets out a yelp. Lindsey immediately shoves her hand into her crotch and presses her legs together.

      "Oh shit, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did you ju-"

      "No! I didn't! Shut up!" Followed up a second later by "...It was just a drop." I feel bad for the poor girl, she's practically on the verge of tears. She has to pee so bad it hurts.

      Finally, we're in the home stretch. One more kilometer and we're there. I'm starting to think we're in the clear until...

      "Pull over."

      "But w-"

      "Pull over! I'm not gonna make it!"  Lindsey is in full panic mode. I look over and the shoulder of the road is lined with bright orange road cones and various pieces of construction equipment. Oh shit, we're in a construction zone. Which means..

      "I can't pull over! You have to make it!" I'm panicking now too. I floor it, and thirty seconds later I see the turnoff for the rest stop. I cut across a lane of traffic, go as fast as I can down the entrance of the rest stop and park as close as I can to the entrance. "We made it!"

      Lindsey gives me a look of utter shock. I can hear what sounds like water being poured.

      "I'm peeing..!" She blurts out.

      Oh shit. I panic more than she does.

      "Aagh! Get out! Get in there! Run! Run!"

      Lindsey throws open the door and gets out, exposing a noticeable wet patch on the seat of her jeans. It doesn't look new, either. Has she been leaking?

      She doesn't bother to close the door and starts moving as fast as she can towards the entrance. Pee starts flowing down Lindsey's legs as soon as she stands up. Before she's even out of the parking lot it's reached her shoes and begins to leave a trail behind her wherever she goes. Wow. She disappears behind the entrance to the bathroom and I am left to wonder. 

      I step out, stretch my legs, and walk over to the vending machines. I think I'll buy some Ritz crackers. I grab my crackers and head to the trunk of the car. I go into Lindsey's bag and grab another pair of pants, some socks, a pair of purple panties and her sandals. I throw it all into a Dollar Tree bag and sit down on the hood with it, eating my Ritz.

      A minute passes, then a few more. I eye the trail Lindsey left behind her, questioning why this event has made me feel more aroused than it should. Finally, after about 5 minutes, she emerges, with pants slightly wetter than when she went in. When Lindsey gets to the car I just give her a big hug and hand her the bag. She looks to be on the verge of tears.

      10 minutes later she's all changed, with new pants on and with her mood somewhat improved. Her wet pants are tied up in the grocery bag in the trunk.

      We get back in the car and I give her another hug. "Nobody will ever know. I promise."

      "Thank you. I'm sorry."

      "Don't be. It's okay. It's over now."

      We get back on the highway yet again. I think to myself for another minute.

      "...Is it weird that I found that kind of hot?" I ask.

      "Yes."

      "Alright, sorry."

      "Don't be. We'll talk about that some other time."
    • By Nick_Donovan in Status blog
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      My next upload block is set to start in a few days (August 21, if you recall me saying), and in lieu of that, slots for requests/suggestions have now been re-opened. This block will consist of 15 images, and I intend to have 6 of them be done for requests. I'll be alternating between 3 and 2 days between each image. Now I ended up getting a message from user 'Asteyr' not long after the previous block came to its end, and even though I wasn't officially taking requests at the time, I decided to keep that one in the backlog, so it'll be the first image I do.
      As always: watch this post to follow along with updates on progress with requests.
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