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    rfthawne reacted to Publicly In in Link’s Dilema (Tears of the Kingdom)   
    Hey everyone! This is my first story written here, so I’m open to any feedback. My main motivation for this fic was a severe lack of Link in Legend of Zelda omo stories, or male stories in general, so I had to make my contribution. Enjoy!
     
    After a long week of fighting moblins, bobokins, and skeletons with nothing more than a club and some meager branches, Link had finally made it to the Lookout Landing. Exhausted and ready to collapse, he was taken to the emergency hideout, and fell into a deep sleep.
     
    When he awoke, he went to ask the eccentric researcher Purah about his new mission. They discussed his past and the four natural phenomenas to explore over a clear blue pitcher of ice fruit juice. 
    “Careful Link! This juice has potent power,” Purah warned him, her large eyes blinking as she studied him, not unlike a specimen in a laboratory. 
    Link, who had been living off of no sleep and raw meat, was delighted by the crisp and refreshing beverage as it glided down his throat and settled cool in his stomach. He gleefully chugged almost a gallon of juice before he remembered his manners. After drinking it, he felt a different aura around him, as if it had some kind of effect on him. Purah, observing his confusion over her round glasses, laughed and told him that he was protected from hot terrain. Link nodded in appreciation, realizing how much colder the his lower half was becoming. 
    Purah clapped her hands. “Alright Link! I know that you just got back, but I need you to meet with the search party up by Hyrule Castle. They’ve been searching tirelessly for you.”
    Knowing his duty, Link nodded and stood up. As he rose, he felt a slight pressure in his bladder, and walked off to search for an outhouse. 
    Behind him, Purah’s voice echoed across the field. “Link! Hyrule Castle is that way! It’s important that you find the search party as soon as possible.”
    Internally, Link groaned. It definitely would have been smarter to go before going on his mission. But Purah’s voice seemed insistent, and considering the state of the world right now, she was right: he didn’t have any time to lose. He turned and lightly ran towards the wooden arch marking the exit of Lookout Landing, with every impact of his foot on the ground ever so slightly jostling his bladder.
     
    Once out of view of the small village, Link slowed his pace to a less uncomfortable speed and started to look for a tree or some cover to let go. He found a small cluster of trees, and walked quickly toward it. After a week of being out in the wild, with few people around, his bladder was used to being able to pee anywhere, and it certainly was strained at the moment. He stepped in front of a tree with his hand on his belt, ready to loosen it, when the ground in front of him began to rumble. The tree in front of him suddenly ripped itself out of the ground and with its roots crawled to him. Link jumped back and fumbled for his ax. In his  hesitation, the tree whipped its head back and hit him hard. He flew back and hit the floor, feeling his health diminish and a sharp pain below his stomach reminded him of his first unfinished mission. Ignoring his need and grabbing his weapon, he swung at the trunk over and over, until at last only an unmoving log of wood remained. He briefly considered peeing on the trunk as payback, but ultimately decided that that was too petty, even for him, and scanned the area for more hidden enemies. After his impromptu battle, his need had substantially grown, but he had lost some health, and needed to replenish it first. Link pulled out a potion of healing and after a second of hesitation swallowed the entire flask, whose contents seemed to go straight to his bladder. 
    Finally in front of a real tree, he pulled himself out, ready to release himself. However, when he was undoing his belt, he noticed how cold and firm his skin was. Aiming himself at the tree, he just couldn’t go. In disbelief, he pushed his muscles harder, urging his sphincter to relax, but nothing seemed to come out. Apparently, his excess drinking of the ice fruit punch had overwhelmed his body. Link exhaled in disappointment and put himself back away. He’d have to wait until the effects wore off and his inner contents melted.
     
    Taking more careful steps now, Link walked towards Hyrule Castle to find the rescue team. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could return to Purah and she could help reverse his condition. 
    As he made his way towards the castle, he passed by a villager leaning up against a tall sign, clearly in need of support. Link was never one to ignore someone needing help, but he needed to get to the search team. He’d come back later and help.
     
    Coming over a hill, Link stopped and felt a sinking feeling. There was a bridge over a river in front of him, with a massive Hinox sleeping in the middle of it. He’d either have to fight the Hinox, or find another way to cross the river. Since he didn’t think he had enough weapons or health to fight the Hinox, he sighed and made his way down to the river. He could hold it. Even after sleeping for a hundred years with his stamina, health, and memories dwindled, he still had his determination. 
    At the edge of the river, the rushing sound of water was not doing Link’s bladder any good, and he squeezed his legs together for a second before stepping into the river. The cold water shocked his entire system, and he inhaled sharply. Now that he was in the water, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, how just a day ago he’d let go in a river similar to this one, how wonderful and freeing it felt to stand and alleviate the pressure building inside him as his pee flowed into the water below. 
    Now in his current state, that euphoric image was making it harder to focus. But somehow a small drop made its way out and into his pants. Surprised, Link tried to see if any more would come out, but none did. Even so, he was glad to see that his situation was temporary, and he would find relief soon. Swimming in the river, Link sorely wished he could release himself in the water, but pushed through. He safely made it across the river and arrived at the ruins.
     
    Entering through the cracked stone archways of a dead civilization, Link’s desperation had skyrocketed. His clothes were still wet, and they dripped as he walked, reminding him with every step of his growing need. After that single drop he had released, Link’s bladder had sorely complained, needing to let go but not having any means to do so. He started to get worried about the time. It had been about half an hour since that one drop, and after none had come. Link was never that great at math, but he realized how soon he’d needed to find the rescue team and get relief fast.
    Just as that thought crossed his mind, he spotted a uniform-clad figure in the distance, and strode towards them. A guard was standing there, and she looked surprised to see Link, especially with such an uncomfortable gait. Seeing the inquisitive look on his face, she explained that the captain of the rescue team, Hoz, was at the top of the tower in the castle. 
    Though his face didn’t show it, Link was dismayed. The tower the guard gestured to was far, with a long curved ramp leading up to it. He groaned and painfully started to walk up the winding path, feeling the weight of his bladder with every step he took. When he got to the tower, he needed to climb the walls to get to the very top. Giving himself a small squeeze, he jumped up and started scaling the walls. As he jumped up the walls, his bladder screamed out at him, but he scrambled up and found Hoz waiting for him. As everyone else had, the captain jumped and remarked on his presence, and talked about the destruction and their mission. Link had heard this speech before. His focus faded, and he gripped himself as subtly as he could through his pants as Hoz rambled on about Hyrule and his team lost in the depths. Link absolutely could not take it anymore. His desperation was at a level he never thought he could experience, and his pain below his stomach was like no other, a sharp constant pain that demanded to be released immediately. He didn’t even notice a bright light during the conversation. Finally, Hoz stopped talking, and told Link to go report back to Lookout Landing.Thank god, Link thought. At last, he’d be able to get some help from Purah. He yanked out his Sheikah Slate, or he supposed now it was called a Purah Pad, and tapped the nearest shrine to Lookout Landing. He felt himself rise, and everything went black.
     
    Rematerializing near Lookout, his feet hit the ground with a jolt and he doubled over, hands wedged between his thighs. He hobbled like this up the stairs, taking one hand from his crotch to grab the railing, and flung open the door to reveal Purah reading over some papers. Her inquisitive eyes lit up when she saw him, and it was obvious what his dilema was. “Oh, poor Link! Must’ve been the ice fruit, I warned you!” She leaned over Link’s shorter stature, scanning his entire body, hunched over in desperation. 
    “But oh, this is fascinating! I’ve never had someone ingest so much ice fruit before! May I?” She motioned towards his tunic, and Link nodded hurriedly. Purah’s hands reached under the fabric and lifted it, exposing Link’s bulging bladder. She brushed her fingers across his stomach. His muscles involuntarily twitched and he let out a soft moan. “Wow! It’s ice cold! I need to write this down, this could correlate with so many more experiments-“ she stopped when she saw Link’s expression of pain, and her gaze softened. “Right. Of course. I have just the thing to cure you!” She walked over to her table of plants and glowing liquids and began to prepare a solution. 
    Link was obviously impatient, but he marveled at Purah’s skills as she deftly handled a series of potions with uncanny precision. She was a little quirky, but had a good heart. Link admired her passion; he trusted whatever she said to do. As she worked, Link crossed his legs and let out a soft whimper against his will. Purah clicked her tongue. “Ah ah ah Link! Be patient, I’m almost done,” she chided him. Sweat beaded on his face. As she turned around with a small flask, her expression changed and she lit up in a way Link did not like the look of. 
    “Actually, I want to try something new.” Link’s face fell. He was so close to relief it brought tears to his eyes. Purah tried to placate him: “Please Link! It’ll only take a minute, and you’ll get relief so soon! It’s important for my research,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “I’ll make you a durian pie!” That was the final convincer, as Link’s main motivation was food. It must be important if she was willing to make such a rare dish. He stiffened, straightened up as much as he could, and nodded in agreement. Purah twirled in happiness. “Wonderful! Let’s go!” She grabbed Link’s arm and led him to the Skytower. 
    Inside the Skytower, Link couldn’t help but marvel at how tall the structure was, but his need had become his highest priority. He turned to Purah, wanting to get whatever her twisted mind desired over with as soon as possible so he could release the pressure that had been building in him all day, from the near gallon of ice fruit juice and the health potion. 
    “Okay! Here it comes!” Purah pressed some buttons on a device next to him, and suddenly four metal arms shot out from the floor, clamping each of his limbs and raising him about a foot off the ground, prying his hands from his crotch. He gasped and his  eyes opened in alarm, looking at Purah with incredulity. She laughed again. “Don’t be afraid, it’s alright! This is so I can observe you properly.” She winked at him.
    “Oh, here’s your promised potion.” She raised a flask of orange liquid to Link’s mouth, and he gulped it down, the potion running down his neck as he swallowed. Immediately he felt a burning sensation travel down his throat and spread throughout his body, but more importantly he felt something loosen in his bladder. His muscles were back to working again! 
    “Just a second, Link…” Purah hummed as she jotted down some notes, looking at his stomach. The potion had done its job reversing his situation, but it had done too well, and Link had begun to sweat again, panting from the heat and inability to hold his legs together, now that his bladder was working again. Carefully, Purah removed his tunic, revealing red patterns on his stomach from the potion.  She gasped in awe and started to take some measurements, wrapping a soft ruler around his stomach, and again neglected to see the look in his eyes, pleading to be let go. “Oh I’m almost done, be good, won’t you?” Purah grabbed Link’s chin and tilted it up towards her, smiling at him with a mix of satisfaction and discovery, and he blushed under her intense gaze. She really seemed to be getting a kick out of his situation. All Link could do was nod and occasionally let out a small whimper as his legs clenched against his clamps, unable to press them together. He was now completely at her mercy. 
     
    After what seemed like an eternity, Purah finished her fussing over Link. “Okay! Just one last thing…” She brought over a heavy ceramic pot, not unlike a chamber pot. “I need to collect some of your urine for my data,” she explained patiently, but he wasn’t listening. At this point Link didn’t care where his piss went, just as long as it went out of him. He jerked his head towards his belt, and Purah’s nimble fingers removed his belt and moved his pants out of the way. Now positioned over the pot, Link let himself go.
    Starting as a small, painful trickle, pushing his muscles quickly led to a jet gushing out of him. He moaned involuntarily as his pee rattled against the ceramic, a sound that quickly turned into a splashing sound as the pot began to fill up. 
    And it was filling up fast. 
    Almost too fast. 
     
    Purah realized as soon as Link did that the pot she had brought, as large as it was, was not going to be big enough for the poor young man’s bladder. He looked at Purah in panic, and after hesitating, Purah came to her senses.
    “Yes, that should be more than enough for my studies! If you can stop yourself for a second, I’ll let you down, and you can finish going somewhere else, okay?” Link feverishly nodded and tried to make his bladder stop. At first, he kept going as usual, and his sphincter didn’t understand how he had to stop when he had already been going. Gritting his teeth, he was able to squeeze his muscles enough to slow his stream to a trickle with a grunt, and his bladder once again screamed at him to keep going. When he was only dripping into the almost overflowing pot, Purah pressed some  buttons on her device, and the clamps slowly lowered Link to the ground.
    As soon as he was on the floor, his hands flew to his crotch. He savored the feeling of being able to hold himself, and even after all he had just let go, stopping in the middle had made him want to go even more! Still dripping with every step, he shoved his way out of the tower’s curtained door and stumbled towards a group of secluded bushes. 
    With no one around and absolutely nothing stopping him, Link whipped himself out and relaxed to his heart’s content. He tilted his neck towards the sky in pure ecstasy, and squeezed his eyes shut as he fully released himself. His knees buckled, and he continued pissing a hearty storm, kneeling in the grass. His euphoria was immense, and the pleasure he felt immeasurable after releasing all that pressure.
    When he finished, he buckled himself up, stood, and went back to the underground emergency tent to rest. Tomorrow he would go help that villager with his sign. Tomorrow he would go to the depths to find his rescue team. 
    Tomorrow he would save the world. Again. 
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    rfthawne got a reaction from WillowPony7 in Adam's Failed Shot at Redemption   
    Great follow up! Excited to see what happens next!
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    rfthawne got a reaction from CptTickle in Adam's Failed Shot at Redemption   
    Great follow up! Excited to see what happens next!
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    rfthawne reacted to MassEffectLyfe in Shin & Sabine Oneshot   
    Hey guys! I haven't written on here in maybe two years, I'd be surprised if anybody remembered me, but I felt especially inspired tonight. If my pen game has fallen off, be sure to let me know. If you like the short story, please comment to let me know and I'll feel inclined to get back to writing more!
     
    This short story is based off the Ahsoka episode where Sabine is held prisoner, there's minor changes obviously.
     
    "On your knees."
    Sabine growled to the cold, young voice making the order behind her.
    "I said on your knees, prisoner," Shit Hati growled, a bit more frustration in her monotone voice.
    "That really isn't necessary, I mean I could just sit - " Before Sabine could complain further, Shin's boot landed on her back, forcing her face to the ground. Sabine looked up to Shin's fierce stance. 
    'How could such a short girl have so much force behind that?' Sabine thought to herself.
    "Are you done arguing? I don't want to have to stab you again," Shin knelt down, the words practically melting in Sabine's ears. For how evil and twisted Shin was, Sabine couldn't help but find her kind of.. attractive, in a weird way. A sadistic way. 
    "Yeah, I wouldn't like that either," Sabine stood up on her knees now and looked down at her midsection where Shin had previously stabbed her with a lightsaber. Shin came around front to face Sabine on her knees then crossed her arms with that arrogant half smile she perfected, almost as if to say she thought you were pathetic without having to utter a word.

    "It's a lot easier when you listen," Shin said, uncrossing her arms as she took a seat on the bench connected to the wall.
    "I hear that a lot, but like my master would tell you, I'm a really slow learner," Sabine retorted, trying to find a comfortably way to shift her weight. Sabine wouldn't dare admit it, but ever since she was taken prisoner on Peridia, she needed to pee quite badly. Through years of fighting the Empire as a rebel and before that being in the Imperial Academy, Sabine had developed pretty good bladder control. There might've been a couple times she could recall a blaster bolt going over her head causing a minor leak, or maybe a tense space battle, but ultimately Sabine prided herself in her self control and how well she held herself - and she was not going to allow Shin Hati to see her in an embarrassing situation.
    "Your master is dead," Shin replied matter of factly, "And I don't understand why mine insists on keeping you alive or why I must be the one to guard you," Shit continued, airing out her minor frustration.
    Sabine cocked her head at Shin's tone and her comment, Shin obviously didn't want to be here. It was a bit difficult to focus on Shin's problems - and comments - when Sabine was having her own. She could feel the pressure mounting in her bladder, she knew time would soon be of the essence. Sabine closed her thighs together while she sat on her heels and held them tightly. She didn't want to move around too much and get Shin's attention.
    Shin was looking into space - not literally, there were no windows - but quickly turned her head back to Sabine. "What's your issue?" Shin said, softer than usual but still very assertive. 
    'How does she know there's an issue? Can she sense I have to pee?' Sabine grew concerned, her face giving it away. Shin stood up, looking down on her curious. Shin began to circle her slowly. For a much smaller girl, Shin had a menacing stance, she radiated power. "What's your play, Wren? You know something I don't?" Hati said, now behind Sabine. 
    "There's no play, I just.. don't like being prisoner," Sabine tried to course correct. She turned her head to the left to see Shin behind her out of the corner of her eye, then she turned her head back forwards to avoid angering her. She looked down and noticed that without realizing it, she was rubbing her thighs together now in desperation. Then it came, the ignition of a lightsaber. Sabine let out a soft gasp, looking down to make sure it wasn't stuck through her again, but then the blade came into view - very close into view, right next to her left cheek. She felt the heat radiate off the orange blade and heard the loud hum. It wasn't just warm, it was hot.. and something was wet - Sabine looked down to her horror and realized she'd started peeing, trickling on the ground beneath her. It took everything in her power to stop the stream, but a fair amount of damage had been done to her grey pants - and the tiny puddle between her knees. 
    Shin walked back around front to see Sabine in her compromising position and let her blade dissipate. She brought her hand to her mouth to cover a shocked laughter as she looked down to see Sabine had pissed herself. "That was your problem?" Shin laughed, "I'm not cruel enough that I'd have denied you the restroom," Shin said, holstering her lightsaber and folding her arms over each other. 
    Sabine looked down, cheeks bright red and her pride virtually out of the metaphorical window. "C-Can you take me now?" Sabine muttered, trying to keep what little of her pride remained. 
    Shin looked down, that evil grin returning. "Well, you've already started. You'd leak all over the floor of this ship. You might as well finish what you've started," Shin said in between little bits of laughter. Sabine's head jerked up, a combined look of fear, anger and humiliation all over her face as she began to vocalize her protest. Before she could get a word out, Shin's index finger met her closed lips. "Don't argue with me, prisoner. I can make your stay with us less comfortable than this," Shin said, now knelt down eye level with Sabine. 

    The Mandalorian girl lost it at this, instantly letting warm piss flood her grey pants, widening the puddle to expand around her knees. She hung her head in shame as it soaked the entire front of her pants and pooled around Shin Hati's boots. Shin took a step back to evade the puddle. Sabine peed for what felt like forever, she couldn't believe how much she had held in. As her stream finished and the damage was done, Sabine tried to skirt herself out of the wide piss puddle. She looked up to Shin Hati, almost for mercy now, waiting for some sort of response. Shin wrapped her index finger and thumb around Sabine's jawline, forcing eye contact. 
    "A pretty Mandalorian warrior like you, pissing herself as she's held captive? Maybe this wasn't such a waste of time," Shin grinned once more at Sabine.
    END.
     
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    rfthawne reacted to CptTickle in Adam's Failed Shot at Redemption   
    This is a sequel to a story I wrote two years ago called "Trivia Night Tragedy" https://www.omorashi.org/topic/75595-trivia-night-tragedy/ It's not necessary to read that one, but it may help. I've always been a fan of men wetting in front of women and decided to write a story about it. Let me know what you think.
     
    It's now been one month since Adam's humiliating accident in front of his crush Katie. He still hasn't talked to her or seen her since that day. He'd thought about texting her, but every time he did, the memory of his accident haunted him and he couldn't find the right words.  To make matters worse, since he wet himself in front of Katie, he's been having having nightmares of that moment, and has been wetting the bed a couple times a week. Adam thought he should start anew, get himself fresh bedding, and move forward.
    Adam was wearing light blue, slim-fit jeans a black t-shirt as he headed towards Macy's. It was inside a large shopping mall that was just built that he wanted to see. As he was parking in the mall parking lot, he realized that his bladder was full. After his morning coffee and a large amount of water, he had to find a bathroom first thing. When he stepped inside, the mall was massive, and the layout confusing. He was feeling a constant pinch in his bladder as he looked over the directory in the mall, trying to find a bathroom, but they weren't listed. Adam started walking quickly in the direction towards Macy's, hoping that eventually he would stumble across one.
    Adam saw a Starbucks as he was walking and thought either they would have a bathroom, or he could at least ask where one is. Without hesitation, he went up to a girl working there and asked "excuse me, is there a bathroom I could use?" The girl, who was college-aged, pretty, slender with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes looked up "umm" she said regretfully "sorry, but there is a strict rule, it's for customers only." Adam's bladder was full, but not at the point of being painful yet. "Please" Adam said shyly "it's kind of emergency." The girl just repeated "sorry" and forced a fake smile.
    "Adam!" he heard someone shout from behind him. He turned around, and saw Katie. There were so many thoughts going through his head. She was beautiful, with her silky brown hair and huge dark brown eyes.  Her hour-glass figure on her 5'4 frame looked incredible in her silky white tank-top, showing off just a hint of cleavage, and a pair of bright red, skin-tight office-style pants, highlighting her bigger butt and tiny waist. Adam was excited to see her, excited to get another chance, excited to show her he can be charming boyfriend material. But he was also nervous. The last time he saw her, she was helping him after he peed his pants in front of a crowded bar. And to make it all worse, he had to pee again, but didn't dare admit that to her right now.
    Katie smiled "I haven't seen you in a while" she said cheerfully, and held out her arms for a hug. Adam leaned in and gave her an awkward hug, both of them making sure their middles didn't touch. Adam said "yeah, it's been since..." then stopped himself. Katie gave a genuine smile "yeah, yeah.. it's ok." Adam couldn't believe the first words out of his mouth were to remind her that he peed himself last time they met. But he knew he could turn this all around. "so are you getting a coffee?" he asked. Katie pointed to the back of a long line "yeah, I was about to, want to wait with me?" Adam thought for a moment, his bladder was almost painfully full and he needed to find a bathroom now, but couldn't blow this second chance with Katie. "yeah, let's do it." He said. Adam thought to himself "we just need to get our coffee, I'll run to the bathroom after, and hopefully I can make something happen here."
    Adam followed Katie to the back of the line which wrapped around half the store. When they got to the back of the line Adam asked "so have you been here before?" Katie tucked her hair behind her ear "no, I wanted to come check it out, it's so big, I didn't realize how huge it was" She said. Adam said "yeah, I haven't even seen too much of it yet, I just got here. But it's really nice." As they were talking, Adam's bladder started getting worse. He wanted to just reach down and grab himself, but there was no way he could do that in front of Katie. He had to concentrate on just standing still, and not giving away his desperation. He tried to push his bladder out of his mind and asked "so, anything in particular you're at the mall for? or just bored on a Sunday?" Katie's eyes darted around the room and said in a quiet voice "ok, don't judge, but I gained a couple pounds and none of my pants fit. Like, look how tight these are." Adam checked out perfectly round, big, but firm butt. It looked like it was about to bust right out of the seams of her red pants. Adam joked "I mean, you look amazing.... personally, I don't mind your pants being that tight, but that's just me." Katie giggled and playfully hit his shoulder "yeah, guys are all the same" she said. There was now just one person ahead of them, and Adam felt a wave of pressure in his bladder. He stiffened up straight and clenched his thigh muscles, stopping the urge to release any pee into his light-blue jeans. Katie noticed "are you ok?" she asked. Adam couldn't believe this was happening again. But he knew he would be ok. They would get their coffee, he would run and find a bathroom, and they will walk around the mall together. It will be perfect, he just had to hold it a little while longer. He just had to make sure Katie didn't realize how bad he needed to go "oh, yeah I have been having back aches lately after I hurt myself at the gym" He said. Katie seemed to buy it, "oooh, that sucks. Are you ok?" She said. Adam replied "yeah, I just have to take it easy for a bit."
    It was now there turn to order, and Adam gestured for her to go first. Katie stepped up to the same blonde girl Adam talked to before "Can I get a non-fat latte with a pump of vanilla please." The girl said "No problem" then looked at Adam "are you two together?" She asked. Adam turned to Katie and said "I got this" then turned to the cashier "Yeah, I'll have just a regular latte." Katie smiled at him warmly. The cashier handed Adam a number and said "we'll bring it over when it's ready." Adam was both annoyed, and now slightly worried that this could take longer that he thought. His bladder was already starting to become painful, and he needed a bathroom now. But if he left before his coffee was done, he would just embarrass himself in front of Katie again. But how long could two lattes take to make? 
    As they sat down Katie said "that was really nice of you, you didn't have to pay for my coffee." Adam brushed it off "oh it's nothing really." Katie scooted her chair slightly closer to Adam "so you never told me what you were looking for at the mall?" she asked. Adam said "oh, I'm just re-doing my bedroom and getting some new bedding." Katie got somewhat awkwardly quiet and pursed her lips. Adam was confused "what?" he asked. Katie smiled "nothing, nothing." she said. But Adam pressed on "no really what is it?" he asked. Katie quietly said "ok... I was going to ask, just regular sheets?" Adam was confused still. "What do you mean by regular sheets?" Katie shyly said "it's nothing to be embarrassed about really, but umm... you know I'm really close with your sister... and I know when she was in college she wet the bed sometimes, and she mentions that you did as well... I'm sorry" Katie said with a wince. "It's none of my business." Adam's face turned beet red. "well, I did USED to have problems when I was much younger, but not anymore." Katie looked around and inched her chair closed to Adam, and put her hand on his knee "I didn't mean to embarrass you" She whispered "If I tell you secret will, you promise not to tell anyone"?" Adam said "yeah of course" Katie whispered "The reason me and your sister were roommates in college is because we both wet the bed. Before I knew you, she mentioned how she had a twin who also wet the bed, but she wasn't sure when you stopped." Adam was really surprised by her revelation, but also embarrassed she knew about his bedwetting issues "oh, I didn't realize. well, believe me I know how hard that is. I stopped wetting the bed just before college though." Adam took a pause "did you ever outgrow it?" Katie playfully his Adam's thigh "yes I outgrew it you jerk. I stopped when I was a freshman in college. And even then it was just like a handful of times a year." Adam put his hand on Katie's knee "well, you don't have to be embarrassed with me, I think last time we met has given me enough embarrassment for a lifetime." Katie smiled "yeah, can I ask what happened last month, are you ok?" she asked. Adam really didn't want to rehash the most humiliating moment of his life, but also wanted to assure Katie that it was a one-time thing "yeah, it wasn't a UTI or anything medical. It was just a series of unfortunate events, and I didn't want to embarrass myself by leaving trivia night early. It's not like I have a problem or anything." Katie said playfully "If I'm being honest you didn't do a great job of not embarrassing yourself. Most guys don't pee their pants when their 26 years old." Just then the blonde coffeeshop girl came by with a huge grin on her face, clearly hearing Katie just now. "Here you guys go." She said as she put down their coffee, then giggled slightly as she walked away. Katie tucked her hair behind her ear "I'm sorry" she said with a wince "I didn't mean to embarrass you." Adam tried to salvage the situation "well,  Maybe make it up to me by helping me pick out some new bedding?" Katie batted her eyes "yeah, I could do that."
    As they both stood up, Adam felt a huge pressure in his bladder. He tensed his his leg muscles as tight as he could, thankfully stemming the flow before it came out. But he needed a bathroom. NOW. He said as calmly as he could "All jokes aside, I do need to find a bathroom though." Katie nonchalantly said "yeah, do you want to head to Macy's and stop on the way." Adam nodded his head.
    Katie was walking slowly, taking her time, and looking around the mall. Adam didn't want to let her know just how desperate he was for a bathroom. He had to fight all his instincts to start dancing on the spot. Katie noticed a jacket in a store, and grabbed Adam's hand "come on, I want to look at something quick." Adam really didn't have time for a detour, but didn't want to embarrass himself and went along with Katie and muttered out "oh sure." Katie pulled out a dark green corduroy jacket and tried it on. "What do you think?" She asked Adam as she spun around. Adam tried to maintain his composure even with his bladder throbbing "yeah, that really brings out your eyes, doesn't really match those red pants though." Katie replied "yeah, you're right, I think I need to try it with something else" and she started looking through a rack of jeans. As she looked, Adam was clenching as hard as he could as his bladder was screaming. He didn't want to pull Katie away from the store. What would he tell her "I'm about to wet myself AGAIN and need to find a bathroom ASAP" No that would be too embarrassing. He thought his best bet was to stick it out and go to the restroom as soon as she was done. Surely it won't take her long and he can hold it a few more minutes right? Katie pulled out a pair of jeans and held them up next to the jacket "What do you think" Adam forced himself to smile "Yeah, much better" he told her. Katie turned to him "I think I need to try it on. Wait here" And went off to the dressing room.
    While Katie was changing, he started pacing back and forth, shoving his hands in his pockets and pressing his thighs, really trying anything to ease the pressure of his bladder. He knew he really should leave and find a bathroom now, but he couldn't just ghost Katie while she's changing. Adam saw a girl working in the store walk by "excuse me, is there a bathroom in the store" he said desperately. The girl replied "sorry, the closest one is in Macy's." Adam just said "Thanks" and prayed Katie would hurry up.
    Katie then stepped out of the dressing room wearing the baggy "mom" jeans that were in style now, the same silky top, and the corduroy jacket. "what do you think" she said as the did a spin. Adam said "yeah, that looks cute" without much enthusiasm. His attention was just as much focused on his bladder as it was on Katie. Katie asked "are you sure? what don't you like about it?" Adam had to say something to maintain his cover "well, in my opinion, the jeans are not the most flattering on you. They're just so baggy." Katie smiled "it's what's in these days. Nobody wears skinny jeans anymore." Adam forced a smile "hey, I'm just saying what I like, I'm not a fashionista." Katie said "I'll just keep looking" and went to change back. As Adam waited, he felt a wave of pressure in his bladder. It caught him off guard, and he felt a quick, hot leak of pee hit the tip of his underwear. He stood up straight and clenched his muscles, shutting off the flow. He looked down, and his heart started racing as he noticed a small dime sized wet stain on his crotch. "oh god, not now" he thought to himself. He quickly moved his hand coffee cup in front of it to hide it from view.
    Katie came back out wearing her red office-style pants "are these better for you" She said playfully, showing him her butt. Adam took a look at her amazing, volumptuous backside "yeah, much" He said. Katie said "I'll have to keep that in mind" with a flirty smirk. But after leaking into his jeans, he was finding it hard to be charming, and had a dead stare about him. Katie noticed something was off "are you ok?" Adam learned his lesson from last time and realized despite how embarrassing it was, he had to make a beeline for the bathroom right now. He turned red as he said quietly "yeah, I'm fine I just really need to find a bathroom." Katie pursed her lips "oh... yeah, of course." And they both quietly walked to Macy's.
    Adam was definitely doing a speed walk. He knew he was starting to blow it again with Katie with this display, but it would better than wetting himself again. As they walked into Macy's Katie noticed a sign in the distance that said "bathroom" She pointed it out and calmly said "over there Adam." Adam mumbled "thanks, can you hold my coffee?" Katie took it and said "sure, I'll just have a look around." As he sped walked to the bathroom. On the way he felt a quick spurt of warm pee spray out, wetting his boxer briefs. "fuck" he thought to himself "just a few more steps. He turned the corner where the bathroom was and looked up at the door. To his horror, it was a women's only bathroom. He looked down at his pants, and his face went white as he noticed his pee stain now grew to the size of an orange on his crotch. Katie was waiting for him around the corner, Adam was starting to panic "what will she think?" He glanced around the corner and noticed that she was turned away, looking at some clothes.
    Adam stood behind a rack of clothes blocking Katie's view from his small accident he said with a tremble in his voice "yeah for some reason someone thought it was a good idea to only put a women's room there" Katie turned around and saw the panic in Adam's eyes, and knew how dire the situation was.  She handed him his coffee back over the rack of clothes and said "here let me ask someone" and before Adam could respond Katie walked up to a counter where a very pretty redhead was folding clothes with her back turned. Adam followed behind her, looking down at his orange sized pee stain on his pants, and tried to hide it with his coffee cup, which did nothing to block it. Katie leaned over the counter, and even in his predicament, couldn't help but notice her full, round butt barely being contained by her skin-tight office-style pants. Katie called authoritatively "excuse me" and the redhead turned around "oh sorry, didn't see you there." Katie said in a rushed tone "my, umm.. friend really needs a bathroom, where is a men's room?" The redhead look at Adam, and her eyes bulged as he saw the pee stain on his pants. She said "oh, yeah there isn't one on this floor. If you go up the escalator it's' on your left though." Before Katie could see what the redhead was reacting to he turned his back and made a bee-line for the escalator.
    He was careful to stay a half step ahead of Katie, so she wouldn't see the small pee stain on his jeans. As he stepped on the escalator he felt another wave of pressure over take him. He bent over slightly, clenched his muscles as hard as he could, and jammed his hand into his crotch. Thankfully he was able to hold back his pee, but when he recovered he realized Katie was behind him and saw the whole thing. His face was as pale as a ghost as he turned his head around to look at her. Katie raised one eyebrow and asked "you okay? with a grimace. Adam turned beet red and stammered "yeah, ugh yeah... why do you ask?" Katie just forced an awkward smile and didn't say anything. As he was about to reach the top of the escalator, without warning, his bladder game out. Adam felt a spurt of warm pee spray out of him and start running down his leg, instantly making a very noticeable stain the size of a grapefruit on the front of his jeans. Adam was panicking, she would definitely notice this stain. He would just have to stay in front of her, get to a bathroom, and then figure it out before she sees anything. In his state he wasn't really thinking clearly. He stepped off the escalator and went to his right, as his eyes darted around the store looking for a bathroom. He had the idea to walk through the aisles of women's clothes, hiding his accident from anyone as he desperately searched for a bathroom. He stopped for a second to see if he could find it. When he did, his bladder let loose once again. This time he peed a powerful jet for almost 5 seconds, before he thrust one hand back into his crotch and stemmed the flow. "Can I help you?" Adam heard from a girl behind him in a confused tone. He turned around and saw a very pretty girl in her 20's with short brown hair above her shoulder and a slim build. Adam pulled both hands away from his crotch instinctively "yeah, uh, uh, I.. I, um can't seem to, ugh find a bathroom?" The girl stared straight down at Adam's pants and a big smile crept across her face as she said "that way" and pointed in the other direction. Adam took two steps, then stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Katie standing there. Her eyes went wide as she glanced down at Adam's pants. Adam's eyes followed, and he gasped slightly as he realized his jeans were wet halfway to his knees down his right leg. Katie's eyes darted to the side, trying to pretend like she didn't see. Adam was full on panicking. He was still holding his coffee. He made the decision to try and play it all off as a spill, so he splashed a small amount of hot coffee, but it only spilled a drop and went straight to the floor. He stuttered as he said to Katie "I um, um think I spilled, some co... coffee.  She just pursed her lips and said "sure, coffee" and tilted her head. The brunette sales girl let out a short laugh. Katie shot daggers at her with her eyes then turned to Adam "just ignore her" she said. Adam didn't know what to do at this point, his best option was just head straight to the bathroom. He was speed walking as fast as he could away from Katie, past groups of shoppers giving him strange looks, some noticing his accident. He got to the bathroom, which thankfully was a single stall. He rushed in and slammed the door behind him. As he did, his bladder fully gave out. He was peeing full force into his jeans, soaking both pant legs instantly. He undid his button as quickly as he could, flung his underwear down and sat on the toilet. He peed for another 15 seconds in the toilet, but the damage was done. When he was finished he sat there for a moment before inspecting his pants. He pulled his jeans up and looked in the mirror. Both pant legs were soaking wet down to his ankles on his inner thighs, and he could feel the heavy wet, warm denim on his legs. He was on the verge of tears, knowing Katie was just outside, and that she probably knew what just happened. "What are the chances she thinks I spilled coffee?" he thought to himself, but knew that was foolish. Worse yet, she hasn't seen just how big his accident was. He took massive amounts of paper towels, furiously dabbing and running his jeans trying to get them to try, but it was futile. They were soaking wet, and it was beyond obvious that he wet himself. 
    Adam heard chatter from outside the door. It sounded like brunette sales girl saying "excuse me, are you with that guy who ran in there." He heard Katie say "I'm not 'with him' with him but yeah we're together." The sales girl then said "is he ok?" and Katie whispered "yeah, I think he just has accidents in his pants sometimes" The sales girl then laughed and said "ok, well let me know if I can do anything to help."  Katie then knocked on the door "Hey Adam, you in there?" she said gently. Adam's voice shaked as he said "just a minute" As he continued to frantically rub his wet jeans with paper towels. Adam seemed to lose track of time as he heard another knock on the door, then Katie say in a hushed voice "Sweetie, can you open up." Adam took a deep breath and sheepishly opened the door. Katie's eyes went down to his wet jeans, he jaw dropped and she said "oh" in a whimper. "what happened?" She asked. Adam's heart was racing and he felt faint "I, I, I just, um, well, this mall is so big and I needed to go." Katie looked at Adam sympatheticaly "let's get you cleaned up, you can't walk back to your car looking like that." Adam nodded his head "yeah, but how?" Katie pulled out a bunch of paper towels and handed them to Adam "here try this" she said. Adam knew it would do nothing, but again dabbed at his crotch." Katie was watching him futilely try to dry his pants. "Umm" she said tucking her hair behind her ear "maybe we just go buy you some new pants." she seemed like she was trying to hide her annoyance as she said "just walk behind me, I don't think anyone will notice." Adam put his head down and mumbled "yeah, ok" and he followed Katie out of the bathroom. Katie whispered "if we stay close to the wall no one will notice. After they turned the corner, there were 3 attractive girl's in their mid 20's who were walking in Adam and Katie's direction. Quickly, Katie turned around and put her hands on his shoulders, using her body to cover his embarrassing stain as the girls moved closer. Adam did not want THIS to be the way he first hugged Katie. Her presence was captivating, she smelled amazing. His hands drifted to her toned waist. Katie whispered "just wait here" Adam didn't mean to, but his hands started drifting lower, just touching the upper part of Katie's butt. As the girls passed them one of them whispered to her friends "oh my god that guy pissed his pants" and they all giggled. Both Katie and Adam turned bright red from embarrassment. With his hands still grazing her butt Katie said shortly "could you not grab my butt please." Adam felt bad and muttered "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Katie said sternly "it's ok, just follow me and we'll get you some dry pants."  
    They got to the men's jeans section and both the redhead and short-haired brunette girl were there. They both looked down at Adam's pants. The brunette girl gave a short, audible laugh, while the redhead's jaw-dropped before a smile came over her face. The brunette backed away, while the redhead came up to them "Can I help you guys." Adam said politely "we're fine" But Katie asked "actually, where is your underwear department." The readhead tried to contain a giggle "it's just over there" and then looked down at Adam's pants before she walked away. Katie turned to Adam "don't worry about her, just pick out some jeans, and I'll go get you a pair of underwear and I'll meet you at the checkout. You wear boxer briefs right?" Adam asked "umm, yeah, how did you know?" Katie bit her lip and grimaced "Last time we did this I saw you in your underwear, remember?" Adam felt completely defeated and shook his head. They met at the register, and the readhead had a smirk on her face as she said "are you two ready" Katie replied "we're not together... but yes." and handed Adam the underwear. He checked out and they both went back up to the private bathroom stall. Katie said "maybe just slip your wet pants and underwear into the store bag?" Adam nodded his head and went in to change. As he was getting dressed he just couldn't believe he did it AGAIN. The one chance he had to impress Katie and he pissed his pants for a second time. For a moment Adam thought all wasn't lost. She did seem to be flirting earlier though, she was sympathetic to him, and she was a bedwetter growing up too. He thought maybe there a chance she understands and will give him a shot? As he came out of the bathroom in his new pants Katie forced a smile "Feel better" she asked. Adam said "I do. And I know this was really awkward for both of us, and I just wanted to say thank you for being so nice about it, really." Katie said sweetly "of course, don't mention it." Adam continued "I was wondering too, maybe I could get your phone number and hang out sometime?" Katie tucked her hair behind her ear and looked Adam in the eye "So, yeah... we can hang out. But, umm...." She looked down at his soiled pants in his hand "it's just" Adam cut her off "sorry, forget I asked." Katie continued "no no no, it's, um... I actually had a really big crush on you before." Adam sounded almost annoyed "had?" Katie grimaced "can I be honest for a second without hurting your feelings?" Adam sounded depressed as he said "go ahead" Katie rolled her eyes "I had a huge crush on you before trivia, night and then you wet yourself. Do you know that all my friends have been teasing ME for the last month for liking you after that? and THEN, I started to like you again today, and you do it AGAIN! SERIOUSLY." Katie's voice became agitated "it's embarrassing to be out with you to be honest. Like, are you five? If it was a medical condition I would understand, but you just can't hold your bladder." Adam had tears in his eyes as he said "ok I get it, but like, you wet your bed too." Katie calmed down and said sternly "I wet the bed a couple times when I was 18. You pissed your pants in public twice that I know of in your mid 20s, it's not the same." Katie saw how hurt Adam was "I'm sorry, I just got emotional. I didn't mean it. I can't imagine how hard this is for you." Adam said "no, no it's ok." Katie became sympathetic "no it's not, I'm sorry. I really do like you." As she gave Adam a hug. Katie whispered as they hugged "just give me some time ok." 
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    There's no clothing tag for armor lol! Anyway, my last story had a paper-thin plot that existed only to smash as many hypersexualized accidents into the smallest word count I could. While a lot of fun, I wanted to try having a plot and dialogue that more organically supported the naughty bits, overdid it, and accidentally started a novel. So, if you're looking for something quick to get off to, this isn't it. For anyone left, I hope you enjoy, and I welcome any feedback to improve it, if it's worth continuing.
     
               Wet Knights and Wetter Nights
     
        I jolted awake into chaos and confusion, shouts of rage and boots hammering past my door. What time was it? It didn't matter; what mattered was getting out there and helping however I could. "What's going on?" the serving girl I'd snuck into my chambers mumbled drowsily. "No idea," I hissed to her, fastening my sword belt over my breeches. "But it sounds bad. An attack, maybe, or an assassination. I need you to get back to wherever you're supposed to be sleeping as soon as you can slip out."
     
        She pouted a little at being unceremoniously banished from my bed after all the sweet talk I'd used to get her into it in the first place, but a look at my face told her I wasn't kidding. Something was going down, and she didn't need to be around when it did. I fastened my long sword to my side as she understood, and began to get dressed. Careful not to open my door too wide and show my half-dressed lover to those outside, I stepped out and joined the surge of guards thundering by.
     
        Several confused moments later, I arrived at the queen's chamber, sword in hand. "Put that thing away, boy." This from Leofric, a much older guard. In fact, there were already a dozen or so other guards on the scene, all of them seasoned veterans, unlike myself. "You missed all the action, Edvin," he told me, and added, "if you want to do something useful, keep the gawkers at bay."
     
        I turned and saw that what looked like half the keep was filling into the hall behind me. There were lesser nobles, servants, children, and even the cook, savagely wielding an iron pan like she could do anything in a fight with it, all of them pressing in, eager to see. Eager to have something to gossip about. I sheathed my sword, but kept my hand on the hilt, hoping it made me look intimidating. I strode towards the milling crowd, summoning all the authority and conviction of a hopefully soon-to-be member of the queen's own, and herded them the best I could to a safe distance.
     
        I was dying to know what was going on behind me, but we each had our own duty to carry out, and this was mine. Eventually, though, I was called back to the queen's room. My heart sank when I saw blood all over the floor, on the walls, on the window frame. I frantically looked for the queen's body to be sprawled amongst the carnage, and was relieved to find her standing, unharmed, in a corner. 
     
        I first noticed that she was whole, but quickly realized I was staring at the young queen in her bed clothes. Horrified at myself, I turned away to protect her dignity, but not before noticing an odd wet patch soaking her mid section. Had a glass of water been spilled during the battle? 
     
        There was no time to ponder the queen's odd wetness now, for as I turned away I saw that her dog had been stabbed. Not an actual dog; Fluffy was in the corner barking excitedly still. The Queen's dog was what the rest of the guards and soldiers called her body guard. 
     
        Years ago, the king had died under mysterious circumstances while visiting his brother, leaving the then Princess Averil as his only heir, and the steward who had managed her kingdom's affairs until she came of age to take the throne herself had given her every possible protection. With no heir of her own, he knew that if anything were to happen to her, the land would descend into bloody conflict as every noble squabbled over the crown. Thus, the Queen's Guard was created. It consisted of eight elite soldiers standing between her and the rest of the world, but the young queen-in-waiting had insisted on only one man to be allowed inside her chambers and to guard her in her more private moments. 
     
        That man was Eardwulf, and he had served faithfully these past ten years. Despite being a highly decorated hero of multiple wars, his work for the queen was more service than anything else. She had dismissed many of the serving men and women that would traditionally work under a member of royalty, instead relying on Eardwulf to clean her chambers, dress her, serve meals she took in her rooms, and of course, guard her while she slept. Over the years, she had also come to rely on him quite heavily as an advisor in such affairs as she had authority over, a practice maintained now that she had come of age two moons ago, and even seemed to regard him as a father figure despite his vastly lower station. I had never once seen the queen without Eardwulf following on her heels, dogging her steps, and so we had all come to call him the dog. And now the dog had a knife stuck right in his thigh.
     
        "Yeah, he got away, but I doubt he could even climb back down the way he came. I got some nasty cuts in on him before he ran. Cowardly bastard." Eardwulf was already halfway through telling what had happened when I had come in. "I'd start by looking for a body right below the window." Two severed fingers on the floor told me he was probably right.
     
        Tracking down the assassin who'd climbed in the window to murder the queen was a job for better men than myself. I was here to help an injured Eardwulf hobble down the many stairs of the keep to the healer. "I don't need some kid to help me walk. I've had worse and kept fighting more than once." All the same, I felt him lean heavily on my shoulder as we went.
     
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        As it turned out, the would-be assassin had fallen as he tried to flee back down the wall. Previously thought to be unclimbable due to the expertly close-fit stones, the wall had proven too difficult in his injured state. Even with his leg broken from the fall, he had tried to continue running, but the guards had only to follow the trail of blood to track him down. He had given up his employer without any need for torture. He seemed almost eager to tell, like he was bragging, trying to strike fear into her heart that her uncle would keep trying until he succeeded. 
     
        I was standing my shift now, guarding him as he stood in the town square, hands and feet shackled to a post. This was intended to be public humiliation, an example to anyone else who might consider such treason. Anyone passing by had free reign to strike him as they pleased, and my only duty was to ensure that nobody carried it too far and killed him. He would die, of course, but his execution was meant to be brutally carried out in three days time.
     
        Despite all this, the killer managed to sneer down at us, as if he were the righteous one and we were the criminals. He was meant to beg for mercy, plead for his life, but he wouldn't. He wouldn't so much as ask to get off his injured leg, or for a chance to relieve himself, and I scoffed in disgust as piss ran down the legs of his filthy trousers and pooled at his feet.
     
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        "I yield!" Once again, I found myself on my back, the rounded tip of Leofric's training steel pressed to my neck. "Get up, you lousy piece of shit!" "Bastard!" "I didn't need a father to be twice the man you are!" I staggered to my feet, knowing he'd be beating me back down to the hot dusty ground again soon. Leofric had rank over me, and I knew he could have me cleaning the outhouses for reminding him of his lineage, but he hated me so much he preferred to express himself during sparring, and I hated him back too much to stop calling him bastard.
     
        We squared off to go again, and I tightened my grip on my blunted long sword. Before Leofric could even begin knocking me around, though, the weapons master called a halt and waved me over. "Congratulations, boy. You're now one of the Queen's Guard." He must have seen the look of confusion on my face, because he went on to explain, "Eardwulf died in the night." "But how? He was tougher than that, wasn't he?" I interrupted him. "Tough doesn't help against poison. The wound turned a nasty shade of green before he locked up and quit breathing, the way I heard it. Terrible way to go for a warrior. Terrible way for anyone to go, really. Anyway, we're a man short now, so you're being promoted ahead of schedule. As captain, Leofric is expected to be chosen as the queen's new dog before nightfall. You'll be taking his place in the throne room today so he can be rested to guard her Majesty tonight. Can you handle that?" "Yes, sir, of course. When do I report?" "You'd better leave now if you want to figure out what you're doing before the queen shows up!"
     
        I barely had time to clean the dust caked onto me from sweat, down a mug of water, and rush to the throne room in time to receive my instructions. I'm not sure why I needed to be so early for them. Stand here, don't move. That "don't move" part was a lot more important in the throne room than, for example, the West gate, but I'd been a guard since I was big enough to fill out a suit of armor and hold a pike. Just stand there, and don't move a muscle unless the queen was threatened in some way, and nobody was likely to even try that with eight guards in the room.
     
        The difficulty, it seemed, was in how long you had to do it. Delegations from neighboring lands came in, seeking deals and treaties with the queen. Citizens of our own country, from noble to peasant, came before her to judge on disputes between themselves. Council members brought reports on the affairs they had been placed over, and asked how her Majesty would like them to proceed. Through all this, I couldn't move a single muscle. My body ached from the morning's training, and stiffened until I felt I was becoming the statue I appeared to be. A single drop of sweat slowly tricked down my forehead and into my eye, and still, I refused to do more than blink. The worst of it, though, was how bad I had to piss.
     
        I don't think I'd ever had to take a leak so bad in my life. How much longer could this windbag blow on about the tax rate of wheat in his province being unfair? There was nothing I could do but hold it, though, no matter how badly I ached for relief. What else could I do? Interrupt the queen to ask her, "excuse me, your Majesty, but I'm about to wet my armor. May I please be excused to go find the nearest chamber pot, instead?" I'd probably find myself chained up beside the failed assassin, if Leofric didn't simply beat me to death for embarrassing the queen.
     
        Although I knew I had to hold on, I wasn't sure how much longer I could. Without the freedom to hold myself or fidget about, all I could do was focus on squeezing the muscles in my cock as tight as I could. An involuntary shiver of desperation caused my plate-clad knees to clink together. Damn. The queen briefly flicked her eyes in my direction, possibly because she had heard me and was now contemplating my punishment, possibly by mere coincidence, I didn't know. Another wave of urgency shot through me. I was able to restrain my body from twitching this time, but a small warmth in the breeches I wore under my armor told me my body had dealt with it another way instead.
     
        Finally, Sir Wheat Taxes was satisfied, and left. Was I about to be free? My hopes were crushed as two bickering families were shown in, each claiming to be the rightful owner of the stream that ran through the border of their farms. Oh, damn, this could take a while. I fought more valiantly than I ever had with a sword, but more and more leaks of urine forced their way past my defenses. I could feel my knees beginning to get wet. Thus far, everything was hidden by my gleaming steel plate mail, but what would happen when it filled my boots and started running across the flag stones?
     
        I didn't have to wait for that many more leaks to find out. Eventually my cock was tired of fighting, and the flood gates were opened. I must have pissed with a great deal of force, because the steady ringing sound of my stream hitting plate mail was audible even over the heated screaming of the farmers. Everyone stopped, bewildered, looking around for the source of the noise. I remained as rigidly immobile as before, eyes straight ahead, but the red flush of my cheeks as well as the puddle leaking from my boots gave me away.
     
        "Oh my." A quiet exclamation from Queen Averil was the only sound in the otherwise silent throne room, as my bladder had finished emptying itself by this point. "Edvin, step forward. Everybody else, leave us," she said in a perfectly cool and level voice. There was no way to read her expression. No way to know if I was headed for the gallows or merely a post in some backwater village. I steeled my nerves for the worst and approached her throne as my fellow guards marched out.
     
        Queen Averil was gorgeous. I had so much more to worry about as I stood at rapt attention before her, still dripping slightly, but a man can't help but notice that kind of beauty in any circumstance. Her deep blue eyes locked onto mine, as unreadable as the ocean they matched in color. "You're a very interesting young knight, Edvin. Did you know that?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "I've been watching you, you know. Sometimes I stand on my balcony and watch the soldiers train to pass the time." "Yes, your Majesty, I have seen you up there." "I know you run the fastest, you move the heaviest weights, you perform all the form drills flawlessly, and yet, you lose nearly every sparring match. Why is that?"
     
        I wasn't sure how to answer. How do you tell the queen, the one whom you now live to protect, that you can't keep your head in a fight? "I'll tell you how. It's because he's incompetent donkey shit, that's how!" Leofric, the haughty bastard, strolled into the room, boots ringing against the flagstones. "He's the most worthless dolt I've ever had the displeasure of trying to train. I've been calling him a yellow coward for years, and here he's gone and earned the title in full!" Queen Averil regarded me calmly, one blonde eyebrow raised as if to ask, "is that so?"
     
        What she actually said, was, "I feel that there is more potential than that in our young, sodden knight, here. Edvin, I could have your head on a pike for disgracing my throne room." I swallowed nervously, grateful that at least pissing myself in fear wasn't very likely to happen at the moment. "But," Queen Averil continued, "I would rather have you as my new bodyguard-" "My Queen! You can't be serious!" One slender finger, held up in the air, was all it took to cut off Leofric's outburst. With quiet restored, she added, "if, of course, you can prove yourself capable. Knights, draw your steel."
     
        Surely she had misspoken. "With all due respect, your Majesty, did you mean for us to fetch training swords?" Before she could speak, Leofric mocked me, saying, "See, I told you he's a coward. I don't want to get his piss on me sparring anyway." "I have not misspoken, and you should be more concerned with a soaking in your own blood than a little pee! A man tried to kill me just this past night. I must know that whoever guards my bed chamber is man enough for the task! Now stop bickering like girls and square off!"
     
        Leofric scoffed in unconcealed disdain, but he turned to face me all the same. We bowed to each other, a token of respect between combatants. Before I had raised my eyes back from my dripping boots he was on me with a fury I had never seen in training. The cheating bastard! I barely had time to raise my sword before his blow came crashing down with a force that threatened to rip my steel from my fingers. He swung again and again, driving me back across the room, giving me no time to breathe. 
     
        I dodged and parried the best I could, backpedaling in my squelching wet boots. Queen Averil gasped and cheered as if this were all a show put on by a troupe of actors, not life and death, and Leofric drove me back and back with his wild blows. The throne itself sat on a raised platform, up three stairs. It was the second of them that tripped me, and for the second time today, I found myself looking up at Leofric from my back.
     
        I expected a sword point at my neck and a declaration of victory, but he only kept swinging madly at me. "You! Worthless! Sack! Of! Shit!" Each word was punctuated by a crushing downswing of his sword, spit flying from his mouth in rage. I blocked each blow, sending his sword glancing to the side to strike chips from the flagstones, but I couldn't withstand such a murderous onslaught for long. I suddenly knew how steel felt when worked by the blacksmith, and I also knew he meant to kill me. 
     
        He knocked my feeble guard aside, and paused to gloat over me before he finished me. "You see, my queen, this trash is unfit for your service. Allow me to take it out for arrrrgh!" I had poked the tip of my blade into the knee joint of his armor. There was no honor in it, but no part of this fight had had any honor yet. Dying on it wouldn't do any good.
     
        I staggered dizzily to my feet as a small patter of Leofric's blood joined my piss on the floor. We stared at each other, both breathing hard, both knowing one of us was going to kill the other and end this feud today. We circled wearily, each looking for an opening to attack, each trying not to offer the other such an opening. I thought about all the times he'd beat me, all the insults, all the years of hatred. I thought about Averil, willing to execute me or promote me, and seemingly indifferent about which. I thought of my shame at pissing myself. As we circled, a new rage I'd never felt began to grow in me.
     
        Without warning, I flew at Leofric, snarling with bloodlust. It was my turn to push him across the wide chamber. I lunged at him again and again, striking with speed and precision. I broke upon him like a storm, a whirlwind of steel and wrath, blowing into every crevice in his defenses, too swift for his lumbering counter attacks. With a roar of effort, I knocked his long sword from his hands, sending it clattering across the floor. I raised my own blade for the victorious blow, and-
     
        Smash! I found myself sitting on my wet arse, blood pouring from my broken nose. I had proved the stronger swordsman, but Leofric was older, craftier, and knew he had other weapons than a sword. I hadn't even seen his gauntleted fist rising to meet my face. When my vision cleared, I saw he had reclaimed his dropped weapon, and was once again ready to strike my head from my shoulders.
     
        "Enough!" Cried the queen. "Your Majesty, I was just about to-" "I know what you were about to do, and I'll not have a dead man in front of my throne!" Aw hell. My luck had run out, and I was only being spared the sword today to get the axe tomorrow. Queen Averil had more to say, though. "And I'll most certainly not have you murder my new bodyguard. Now, I thank you for your assistance in proving him. You may go."
     
        "Your new wha?" Leofric was slack-jawed in bewilderment. "But, your Majesty, he lost!" "I am aware." Queen Averil had an edge of iciness creeping into her voice. "And yet, Edvin showed great courage, and potential. Over time I expect he will be one of the finest swordsmen we've had. Furthermore, there is more to the position of my personal bodyguard than fighting. There are other.. considerations. You might have some idea of what I mean had a lady ever invited you into her chambers before."
     
        Leofric clearly wanted to argue further, but he could see that he had already upset the young queen. Indeed, it was strange to see such a look of righteous indignation on such delicate features. He hung his head and left without another word, limping from the poke I'd put in his leg.
     
        I was so worn from fighting that I thought it better to shift to one knee and kneel before my queen rather than try to stand and topple over in a heap of piss-filled armor. A sharp bang echoed through the hall as Leofric, bastard as he was, shut the door behind him far harder than necessary. Queen Averil flinched, muttered something unladylike under her breath, and then surprised me by rushing down from her throne to help lift me to my feet.
     
        "Oh, you're an absolute mess. Are you going to be all right?" I was thrown off by her sudden change in demeanor, but managed a nod. "Good. My uncle isn't a patient man. He will make another attempt on my life, maybe as soon as tonight. I need you to be ready for anything, at any time. Can you do that?" I managed a proper, "yes, my queen," this time.
     
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        My first job as the queen's new dog was to enter her chambers ahead of her and search for any signs of danger within. Other than a bit of dust left on a rug from where the masons had installed bars over her window, everything seemed to be in perfect order. I called her in, and we began what I assumed would become our nightly routine together. All the little acts of service that normally occupied a full staff, were all mine. I was the only person aside from herself now allowed in these rooms. 
     
        I stood behind her, helping her undo the complicated series of pins and clips that held her hair in the elegant style that was the only way the outside world had seen it. This first time, she had to show my clumsy fingers how, but I'd learn. Undone, her nearly silver blonde hair fell far down her back in silken sheets. She met my eyes in the mirror. "Edvin, I could have punished you severely today. You know that, right?" I told her I did, and that she had my gratitude. "Yes, but do I have your absolute loyalty?"
     
        She turned to face me now, looking up at me with her deep blue eyes. Seeing her this way, I was reminded how young she was, barely old enough to wear the crown. I hated her uncle for clouding her sweetness with fear. "Of course, my queen. I have sworn to protect-" "Every knight has sworn to fight for the crown. Yes. Do I, Averil, have the loyalty of you, Edvin? Will you do anything I ask you to? Will you devote your life, that I spared, to my service?" In a low whisper, she added, "Will you keep my secrets?"
     
        Once again, I knelt before my queen, "My Queen. Averil. I would be honored to do anything you ask of me. Your life and your secrets both are safe in my keeping." Apparently satisfied, we resumed the various night time tasks, and she settled into bed, me standing by, ready for any would-be assassins.
     
        Hours passed, with nothing to occupy my mind but the remembered events of the day. Why had the queen chosen me for this most coveted position? Why choose the one knight, out of so many more experienced soldiers, who pisses himself on his first day of duty? Well, she had secrets of her own, apparently. Maybe she liked having one of mine too hold over me. 
     
        I was pulled from my thoughts by the queen's fitful stirrings in her enormous bed. She tossed and turned, seeming to be caught in some foul dream. Should I wake her? I didn't know if she would be grateful that I had pulled her from the nightmare, or angry that I had woken her. I stood debating with myself, when she rolled over, throwing all of the sheets off of herself, and then lay still on her curled on her side. The moonlight coming in through the window left the striped pattern of the bars across her royal arse as she lay uncovered on her side, dressing gown hiked up over her slim waist. 
     
        It was a beautiful arse, really. I probably wasn't supposed to notice that, but how could I not? Barely covered in some sort of frilly and lacy undergarment that likely cost more than my full suit of armor, her perfectly round cheeks shone like pearls in the pale illumination. I shook myself from the spell such a sight had paralyzed me with, and was just moving to cover her dignity when I learned the secret she had meant me to keep. Why she had chosen me.
     
        The gossamer stand of fabric, hardly wider than a finger, that covered her womanhood, began to darken. Slowly at first, and then much more quickly, it soaked through with her majesty's royal urine. It became a string of diamonds, droplets glittering in the silver light. A cascade of the finest gold gilded her lower buttock, and the valley her slender frame pressed into the bed filled like a golden mountain lake. Her stream continued to flow for longer than I would have guessed possible, given the queen's size, but at last, it slowed to a softly hissing trickle and then stopped.
     
        Queen Averil sighed and appeared to settle into a deeper, more content sleep. The nightmare had passed. I stood transfixed by the sight of her. She was strangely beautiful, laying peacefully in a pool of urine that was slowly disappearing into the bedding. It was certainly a sight none of the other women I had taken to bed had blessed me with. Although I longed to gaze upon her beauty til morning, watching how the changing light would ever so slowly reveal more and more of her graceful, wet form, I knew the chivalrous thing would be to cover her near-nakedness back under the discarded blankets.
     
        I was just reaching out to tuck her back in, when I heard voices outside the door. Was it another of her uncle's hired killers, or just a servant passing by, greeting the guard that stood just outside? No, not a simple greeting; this was a full conversation, and growing more heated by the muffled sound of it. It became a scuffle, and then the door rattled in its frame, as if struck by a body. The queen awoke from the commotion, and slid out of her wet bed to take shelter in case the killer made it into the room. For my own part, I drew and sword and waited. It had gone quiet outside, but there was no way to know who had died, and who was turning the door knob now.
     
        The door opened, and a man in full armor stood silhouetted against the torch light in the hall . Thank heavens, the guard had won! Something wasn't right, though. His bloody sword was still in his hand, and he seemed to be scanning the shadows rather than stepping in and announcing himself. His eyes must have adjusted enough to spot me at the same instant I realized he was the murderer, come to finish last night's botched work.
     
        We attacked simultaneously, ringing steel breaking the quiet of the night. Damn, but long swords were hard to fight with in such a small, dark arena! In the chaos of it all, we were soon grappling, weapons both forgotten somewhere on the floor. "Hurry up and die, so I can move on to the little bitch," he growled as we stumbled around the room, smashing glass and overturning furniture. That voice sounded familiar, and on a hunch, I stomped my boot hard into the side of my opponent's left knee. He howled in agony and went down, but he dragged me down with him.
     
        Rolling and wrestling, the enemy knight wound up on top of me. He punched me in the face with his armored fist, and I felt my nose break. I was getting tired of that today. He hit me again, bouncing my head off the stone floor. This was going to kill me, but I couldn't shake him off. I reached for my belt knife, but it was pinned under me, his weight on my hips too much to arch up and free it. Another hit, this one splitting the skin just beneath my right eye. I reached around behind him, and pulled his belt knife out instead, and slid it into the gap between his cuirass and greaves, hoping to hit a kidney.
     
        My attacker screamed, but far from dropping dead, he dealt me another hard knock to the face. I yanked his knife back out, and punched it again and again and again into whatever weak points I could find. He tried to keep smashing my brains out, but his blows grew feeble from blood loss. I shoved him off just as two more guards stormed in bearing torches. The flames cast a grizzly red light over the scene: Leofric burbling out his last breath in a pool of blood.
     
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    rfthawne got a reaction from TheDudeIV in Godly Desperation   
    This was a great story and I'd love to read more chapters of it! Aphrodite having and accident and being humiliated would be my preference, but really anything would be great given the strength of this first chapter.
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    rfthawne reacted to OrionsBelt in Office Relationship with a side of Pee   
    Hey all, this is a writing experiment I did on Christmas because I felt like it. I always wanted to try writing desperation/wetting scenarios in an office setting but could never think of a way to turn it into a convincing or decent plot or scenario. This was something I came up with just to test out, and have a few ideas floating around about continuing this story if I think it's good enough, so feedback/suggestions/responses are greatly appreciated!
    - Orion
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    24-year-old Damian is an IT specialist at a local branch of West Valley Financial Services LLC, a financial management and advisory firm. Damian was rather fresh out of learning his trade but being around computers his whole life, he was more than qualified for the role as tech support for the branch. The head of the branch, Mr. Frasier, was a stubborn old man that really should have retired by now. He was always caught grumbling about how things are better back when he was a young’un and that people today don’t know “what the hell they doin’ anymore”. For that reason, nobody has been hired at this West Valley branch in over a decade until the previous tech lead retired, and we’re in need of a replacement, which ended up being Damian. Frasier was always keen to remind Damian that he was hired solely because he was cheap, and didn’t believe that his support was very necessary. As usual, the boss didn’t know what he was talking about. The aging staff at West Valley struggled with updates and software issues of programs they “have used forever”, along with the plethora of forgotten passwords and lost file reports. It’s a wonder corporate hasn’t audited this branch, the next closest employee to Damian in terms of age was 38, and he was the custodian. On top of that, the staff was notably lacking behind company standards for diversity: of the small office of 20 people, only two were female, the rest males. The two being the receptionist who had been here since the branch’s founding and was a few years away from retirement, and the other being a stoic middle-aged woman that never has anything to say other than “Mhm.” outside of work emails. It’s not that the boss was sexist, he was just old-fashioned and particular about his qualities when hiring new employees, which explains the lack of new arrivals since Damian.

                That all changed a breezy October morning. Damian was at his desk filing out another report on resolving a “[blank] file disappeared!” that he has come to know all too well. His throat felt a bit dry, so he got up to get a drink from the water cooler. The break room was next to the entrance to the office building, where the receptionist was nowhere to be soon; probably taking one of her “unofficial” breaks again. Damian got a cup of water and chilled on his phone for a couple minutes, then finishing and refilling his cup and leaving the break room.

                It was upon exiting that he noticed a young woman in the reception area, looking a bit lost. She had smooth legs clad in stockings that gradually grew thicker on her thighs as it became covered mid-way by a mini-skirt. A dress shirt covered her torso where an ample, but not overindulgent, bosom was being covered. She had a cardigan wrapped around her arm for the chilly autumn weather and a petite face curtained by a wavy brown-blonde bob to her shoulders. It's clear she was a bit overdressed; Damian personally was just wearing flannel and some blue jeans; dress code was pretty much non-existent. Noticing the young girl’s confusion, he stepped in to see if he could help.

    “Hello, can I help you?” asked Damian.

    The woman turned to respond. “Ah! Are you Mr. Frasier? I’m here for the interview.”

    An interview? Mr. Frasier was hiring?! That certainly is a surprise, and the fact he conceded a woman to be applicable enough for an interview, that’s rather unlike him.

    “No, I’m the IT Specialist, Damian.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake.

    “Nice to meet you Damian! I’m Hannah.” Hannah met Damian’s hand with a firm shake, but her hands were silky smooth.

    “If you’re looking for Mr. Frasier, I can take you to him, his office is right next to mine.” Damian said, motioning to lead the way.

    Hannah nodded and followed his lead. A short walk to Frasier’s office was followed by a knock from Damian.

    “Mr. Frasier, a woman named Hannah is here, she says she has an interview with you?”

    “Ah. Yes. Send her in.” Frasier responded sternly.

    “He’s all yours.” Damian gestured as if to say “Good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

    And with that, Hannah begun her interview as Damian returned to his desk to work on the other tech requests he has piled up.



    It was a few hours later that Damian had begun feeling a bit thirsty again. It was about time for a late lunch anyway, being that it was past 3 in the afternoon by this point. He settled into his 30 minute break with some more water and a classic PB&J.

                A few minutes later Hannah came into the break room to join Damian, who until that point was alone in the break room.

    “Hey! How’d you do?” Damian greeted her.

    “Good, I got the job! Mr. Frasier is just showing me the ropes as his assistant, but he got a phone call and excused me for my break for the time being.”

    “That’s great! It’s been ages since we’ve had some fresh blood in the office, since yours truly, actually, so it’s great to see someone new!”

    “Likewise! I’m gonna be honest, everyone else here seems kinda old and bitter. It’s nice to have someone my age around.”

    Damian chuckled, “Yeah, they’re not so bad once you get to know ‘em, but there’s definitely a generational gap.”

    Damian and Hannah shared a conversation mostly about work, and touched on social media and the likes over the course of the break. It was at this time Damian just noticed how frequently Hannah was crossing and fidgeting in her seat. It’s easy to assume that the chair wasn’t very comfortable, because they weren’t. However Damian’s imagination began to wonder as a woman holding her piss was always exciting to watch. He wondered if Hannah was starting to get a bit desperate, and how long it was since she last used the bathroom. He pushed away the thoughts as wishful thinking, only to have his suspicions confirmed.

    “God, I am dying for a wee right now.” Hannah said, clasping her lap and bouncing for a moment, seemingly in the middle of the conversation.

    Damian was taken aback and grew a bit red in the face. That was quite… forward.

    He recomposed himself and pointed to the restroom in the breakroom. “The restrooms right here if you need it.”

    “Oh! I’ll be ok, I can hold it. Besides, that bathroom is probably a mess with all the old guys here. I always try to avoid public bathrooms, no matter how bad it is!” Hannah laughed.

    “Hah! You’re not far from the truth.” It’s true. He did wish the office had better aim; it was to the point where the two ladies in the office would just go elsewhere when leaving for their many unofficial breaks.

    “Are you going to be ok though? You seem a tad squirmy over there, I gotta say.”

    Hannah grew a little embarrassed after being prodded by this question. She thought guys would be grossed out by needing to pee, but Damian was more so just concerned, it seems.

    “I’ll be fine! I’m used to it. I should be heading back though.”

    “Same here! Talk to you soon!”



    6:00. Quittin’ time. Damian clocked out and felt a small urge to piss, so he went to the break room to take a leak. Luckily no one was in there, for a twenty-person office there was only a single toilet for everyone, so it wasn’t uncommon for it to be occupied when you need it.

    As Damian exited the restroom, he ran into Hannah clocking out, now visibly more flustered and with her top few buttons of her dress shirt undone, showing off a bit of cleavage.

    “Hannah! I’m surprised you’re still here! Usually the office leaves by around 5 or 5:30.”

    “Y-yeah, Mr. Frasier wanted me to stay a little longer to learn how to do some things… I’d love to chat more Damian but I’m absolutely dying for a piss so I gotta get home!”

    “Will you be able to drive ok?” Damian asked with genuine concern but equal parts curiosity.

    “W-well…” Hannah grew even more red. “I…have to take the bus to get home; I don’t have a car, so I guess I’ll just have to hold it…” Hannah seemed genuinely concerned that she was going to have an accident, a very public accident no doubt, as the bus stops and buses themselves would usually be full of commuting passengers, and that’s not even factoring in waiting for the bus itself.

    Damian decided to go for a bit of a shot. He truly wanted to help Hannah out, but at the same time was filled with burning curiosity as to the state and condition of Hannah’s bladder.

    “How far do you live? Perhaps it would be much faster for me to drive you home?”

    Hannah paused, at least paused everything but her crossing of legs and hopping from foot to foot as she cradled her bursting bladder. She knew with relative certainty she couldn’t make it without making a mess out of her mini-skirt, but she was very reasonably wary of taking a ride from a guy she just met. She felt she could trust him though, and she certainly felt after their conversation she could trust him enough.

    “S-sure… Is Harrison Road far from you?...” Hannah asked between leg crosses.

    “That’s just up the road from my apartment! Come on, before you make a puddle in the office!”



    Damian pulled out of his spot with a now bursting young woman in tow, fiercely bouncing her legs and keeping them tightly crossed together. All the while sucking air through her teeth and moaning in anticipation.

    “Ohhhh~… It’s bad… I can almost feel it coming out! Hurry!”

    Damian went as fast as he could reasonably go without getting a felony, blazing past turns and going over the speed limit, weaving in and out of cars. He took a glance at Hannah on a straight stretch of road. Her face was visibly red from embarrassment, her hands firmly in her crotch, legs crossed fiercely enough to turn coals into diamonds, and could even, very faintly, notice a slight bulge out of the flat waistband of her miniskirt. It took a lot for Damian to regain his composure, and he could hardly feel like this is real; it felt more like a fanfiction on a piss kink message board.


     
    Damian made a 20 minute car ride in 15, and was pulling up to Hannah’s street as she looked the most desperate any woman had ever looked in her life. She began taking off her seat belt, all the while bouncing and fidgeting like a mad man. As soon as Damian hit park outside her address, a small townhouse amongst a row of them, Hannah dashed out of her seat and up the steps, and fumbled with her house keys as she pee-danced like crazy. Damian couldn’t be sure from his seat, but he swore he saw the faintest of damp spots on her stockings. It was only observable for a second, before Hannah opened the door and dashed inside and out of view.

    Damian sat on the side of the road for a couple minutes, wondering what happened, if Hannah made it, if he was fast enough, how many red lights or speed cameras he went past.

    Hannah soon reappeared, with what looked to be a damp pair of panties scrunched up in a ball in her hand. She looked considerably less professional, her hair messy, her dress shirt wrinkled and untucked, and her mini skirt ridden up considerably to where it became dangerously close to exposing herself. She walked over to the car.

    “Hey… Sorry you had to see me like that… It feels embarrassing to say but you saved my pride and my outfit today… So thanks for taking me home so quickly, I owe you one.” Hannah said sheepishly, avoiding Damian’s eye contact out of embarrassment.

    “Don’t sweat it, Hannah. It happens to everyone. I’m just glad you made it home dry. It certainly was nice to meet you.”

    “Somewhat dry. Hehe…” Hannah giggled to herself. “Yeah. See you tomorrow at work?”

    “Yep! See you tomorrow!”

    Hannah turned around to go back to her house as Damian prepared to u-turn in the street. But not before catching a glimpse of Hannah’s curvy bottom. And noticeably, since her skirt was riding so high, a Pikachu tail tattoo under her left butt-cheek on the bottom half of her thigh.

    As a Pokémon fan himself, Damian was greatly excited by this new common ground so that he could make a friend out of his new colleague, and for the first time in a while, was genuinely excited to go to work tomorrow.

    To be continued.


     
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    rfthawne reacted to PandaSong in Forbidden Desire   
    Thanks so much, WetTwink! Yes I plan to continue.
    On that note, I apologise for leaving the story without an update for so long. Life took… a bit of a turn, and a friend ended up in a dangerous situation. They’re safe now, but understandably, I had more important things on my mind lately. Didn’t even finish NaNo.
    As for the friend who’s into omo, I’m gonna try to convince them to either get an account or let me reword their accounts into actual stories, because they’re surprisingly good for someone who just found out they’re into this…
    ⚠️ Reference to being hurt. Self hate.
     
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    Chapter Eight
    Pandor
    Another restless night. Another day full of unfinished projects. Pandor absently flipped a wrench, staring down at a half-finished invention. Usually while Boss was gone, he finished at least half a dozen. But this time? The remote he had been working on remained on his workbench, untouched. Ever since what happened with Music — what Pandor had done to Music — he just couldn’t focus.
    The wrench clattered to the ground, startling Pandor. He pulled up his previous calls, hovering over Music. Sighing, he pressed the back button instead; the hero hadn’t answered yet, what would make this any different?
    A small icon appeared on the top left of Pandor’s vision. Someone was at the door. Forcing himself to his feet, Pandor trudged over to the main panel. He really should put the alarm on, but what was the point? They were already probably inside. Pressing a button on the panel, Pandor was surprised to see whose face popped up on screen.
    “M-Music?!?” Pandor stumbled back on instinct. The hero was heading straight for him. Panicking, Pandor ran left, then right, then left again. There was no time! Lifting his arm, he sniffed. Crap, where’s the deodorant? With no time for anything else, Pandor ducked behind the panel.
    “Pandor!” The door slid open. “I know you’re in here!” Swallowing, Pandor squeezed his eyes closed. “Dumbass, the alarm is still off. Also, you left your camera on.” Footsteps approached Pandor’s hiding spot.
    Dang it, Tes, stop being a wimp and just take the beating. Pandor bit his lip until it stung. You deserve it anyway, you were the idiot that thought with your- He struggled not to clear his throat.
    “Pandor, I mean it. Don’t make search the entire base.” Music tapped his foot. “Also, I know you’re here alone, otherwise Mystify would already be here.”
    Just man up and take the beating already. You’re used to ‘em. Taking a breath, Pandor peeked over the panel.
    “Um, h-hey, hero.” Pandor stood, hands in a submissive gesture. “D-Didn’t see you there.”
    “You’re a terrible liar, Pandor.” Music gave a smirk, before his expression shifted a serious one. “Look, we need to talk.”
    “Okay, okay.” Pandor stepped out from behind the panel. He was shaking like a leaf. “I’ll come willingly. Please just don’t destroy the base, ‘kay?”
    “Destroy the- What are you talking about?” Music frowned.
    “Look I know you hate me.” Pandor’s words were running together so fast he barely had time to stammer. “I deserve it. I know I’m just an idiot who thinks with his pants and I’ll never do it again, I swear!” He froze, eyes wide as Music grabbed him by the wrists.
    “Ok first, I don’t hate you.” Music explained. “No more than usual anyway. Second, I’m not pissed at you for doing it, I’m pissed that you lied to me about it.”
    “Well, in my defence, you wouldn’t have done it otherwise.” Pandor muttered.
    “Defence or no, that’s just not how this shit works.” Music shot a glare at the smaller villain.
    This it it. Pandor swallowed. This is how I die.
    “I know you and Mystify have your own little dom sub thing going on, but that’s just not how it works in the real world.” Music continued, letting Pandor’s arms drop.
    “Wha- N-No, Boss just pays me!” Pandor shook his head so hard his brain hurt. “We’re not-”
    “I’m not finished.” Music snapped. Pandor fell silent. “Trust is something you gotta earn before I even consider trying this again.”
    “I swear I would never-” Pandor began. And then it clicked. “Saywha-” Did Music just- No… No I’m just taking things out of context. But… he said ‘again’… Damnit Tes, stop thinking with your cock, that’s what got us into this mess! He’s just talking hypotheticals. He’d never really consider- Pandor became abruptly aware that Music was clicking his fingers in his face, trying to get his attention.
    “You done being broken, dude?” Music raised a brow.
    “Um… S-Say that again?” Pandor squeaked. Stop sounding excited. Nothing’s gonna happen.
    “I said that if you expect me to keep doing this weird shit, you gotta prove I can trust you to respect my boundaries.” Music repeated. Pandor frowned. “I don’t get how you’re not getting this.” Music rolled his eyes. “I already know you’re a perve, stop acting all innocent already.”
    “Y-You w-want to do this?” Pandor blinked.
    “I don’t fucking know.” Music was almost hugging his arms. For a moment, his hero persona slipped. Then his bravado was back. “Anyway, better you than having to explain this shit to someone else.” He shrugged.
    “And you’re okay with it?” Pandor couldn’t understand Music’s reasoning. He’s not even into omo.
    “Well…” Music clicked his tongue. “I certainly don’t want to be fucking lied to again. But if you can prove that I can trust you — at least in this situation — I don’t see why I can’t try to figure out why you find this… this appealing.”
    “…This is a joke.” Pandor struggled to find reason. “It’s gotta be. You hate me!”
    “I don’t get why this is so hard for you to comprehend.” Music tilted his head, expression somewhere between amusement and annoyance. “It’s obvious that you wanna watch me… that! And I sure as fuck don’t want to tell anyone else about it, so it’s not like I have much choice.”
    “Oh.” Stop sounding so disappointed; you know you’re ugly and unloved. Pandor cleared his throat. “S-So, you just want to do this until you can work through… whatever it is you’re trying to work through? And then we never bring it up again?”
    “Pretty much.” Music nodded. “And just so I have a safety net, next time I want you to wet yourself, just so I have photo evidence.”
    “Uhm…” Pandor rubbed the back of his neck. “Th-That might take a while…” I never thought that years of avoiding school bathrooms would come back and bite me in the butt.
    “Doesn’t bother me.” Music shrugged. “As long as I can keep you silent, I’ve got aaalllll day.”
    “I promise, I don’t want this getting out any more than you do.” Pandor assured the hero.
    “Still, I’d rather have the safety.” Music pulled a phone seemingly from nowhere. “When does Mystify come back?”
    “I usually get about a day’s warning.” Pandor rubbed the back of his head. Not that I’ve heard from him; he’s probably not gonna be back till, what, Monday?
    “Great, then we’ve got all night.” Music clapped his hands together.
    “Wh-What, now!?” Pandor blanched.
    “I don’t see why not.” Music checked his phone. “It’ll give you time to explain what your deal is with this whole thing. Unless you can dish out but not give back.”
    “Isn’t this exactly what I did to you?” Not that I blame him. Pandor thought. I deserve this anyway, with the way I treated him.
    “Oh…” There was a pregnant pause. Music let out a sigh. “You have a point. Okay I’ll go, but I mean it. If you wanna see me like that again, I want some assurance first.”
    “N-No, I’ll do it.” Pandor decided. “I deserve it anyway.”
    “You know you're allowed to say no, right?” Music surprised Pandor. “What? You’re entirely right, trust goes both ways, and if I wanna know you’ll respect my boundaries, I gotta take the initiative myself.”
    “No really, it’s ok-ka-ka- It’s alright.” Pandor stumbled over his words, cheeks flaming. “You’re right, I did it to you first. It’s only fair you get to do it back.” He headed out of the room. “I’m not joking about it taking time, tho-.” He realised Music hadn’t moved. “Coming?”
    “I don’t want you thinking you have to do this just because it’s right or whatever.” Music followed. “I know how it feels, so it’d be pretty shitty of me to do it back.” He didn’t seem to notice Pandor wince as he spoke.
    “N-No, I’m fine with it.” Pandor was playing with his buttons again. “It’s just gonna take a while.” He focused on his bladder. Probably about a five. “A long while.”
    ====================
    We’re about to enter multi-chapter desperation territory, hope you’re prepared. Because c’mon, if anyone’s going to focus on this a long time, it’s gonna be the one who’s actually into it.
    Unfortunately, at least for the upcoming desperation saga, Pandor is going to be a bit self-hating, and there will be snippets of whiplash. Luckily, however, the two finally have an agreement. That’s going to make the upcoming (yet to be written) desperation scenes a lot easier to get through without a negative aftermath.
     
    CHARACTERS
    Pandor - ‘Tes’
    Has been bullied before. Pretty much hates himself.
    Protagonist
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    rfthawne reacted to MassEffectLyfe in Bishop & Belova   
    "You know, you can't just drop in on me whenever you feel like it, I have a life," Kate Bishop complained to the very plain-faced looking Yelena standing in front of her. "Kate Bishop, are you not so happy to see me?" Yelena paused to offer a mocking sad expression, an expression that mixed with her slightly broken English had begun to drive Kate fucking insane.
         "You always do this, you break in my apartment, shatter a window, eat my food, mock my decor - which by the way, who just shows up uninvited and mocks someone's house?" Kate was speaking a mile a minute, frustration mixed with a slight hesitation, she knew Yelena Belova could snap her neck quicker than Kate could say a single syllable to try to stop her. 
         Yelena offered nothing in response.
         Kate stood defeated, head in her hand. She looked towards the broken window letting cool New York air seep throughout her apartment. "I can pay for the window if it's THAT big of a deal," Yelena sighed, circling around Kate and dropping onto Kate's couch. "You and what money? Aren't you, like, broke?" Kate now crossed her arms, shifting her gaze to Yelena now fully spread eagle on her couch. "I dress as good as this, and you think of me.. broke?" Yelena said, offense in her voice as her hands gestured to her form fitting tan coat, tight black skirt and high heels which she was in the process of kicking off. 
         "I really don't know how you get money, and honestly I don't want to know! Because I don't want to be complicit in whatever.. Black Widow bullshit you're involved in!" Kate's frustration grew. Yelena's head snapped back to meet Kate's eyes, "Black Widow bullshit?" Yelena stood up, her heels now off and revealing how drastically shorter Yelena was than Kate. "I should throw you out the window for saying that," the assassin threatened in a lower tone as she began to break Kate's personal space, causing the young archer to tighten up as Belova circled her. Kate stood completely still, looking over her shoulder as Yelena paused behind Kate. 
         "Bullshit may have been the wrong word," Kate conceded, fear still having a hold over her body. Kate continued to watch Yelena's face over her shoulder, not realizing Yelena had wrapped her arms around Kate's hips until the assassin tightened her hold on Kate. The young archer let out a gasp, her head immediately looking to see how Yelena was holding her. "Y-You don't really have to throw me out the window, your points made," Kate said in lot softer of a tone than she'd used with Yelena ever before. "You don't need to be so scared, Kate Bishop. It's unbecoming of you to look like you're about to wet your pants," Yelena teased, the shorter woman not letting up.
         Kate took immediate offense, and went on the defensive. "Me? Wet my pants? Yeah, right," Kate rolled her eyes, arrogance flooding her tone. "You're telling me you've never wet your pants, Kate Bishop?" Yelena sounded surprised, "I seriously doubt that," Belova's tone changed to that of playfulness. "Self control, it's all about self control," Kate bragged, starting a little monologue that Yelena immediately tuned out of while she admired how long and dark Kate's hair was as it draped down her back. She loved the way it looked running down her back. She was half tempted to let go of Kate and just sit there and play with her long hair, but she knew Kate was too much of a loud mouth to let her enjoy that.
         It took Yelena a few seconds to key into the fact that Kate was still monologuing about the importance of self control. Yelena smiled as she adjusted her hand placement, still connected together over Kate's hips until she found the middle of her abdomen - then she pushed down. Instantly, Kate let out a yelp that could've been heard two blocks away, and she followed that with the tightening of her thighs as her knees bent. "So much self control, Kate Bishop," the assassin mocked, confirming her suspicion that Kate's bladder was very full. "Y-You caught me before I could use the bathroom," Kate stuttered, a hint of shame in her voice. 
         Yelena surrendered her grip against Kate, returning her arms to her sides as she backed away from Bishop, admiring her purple archery shirt and how her tight black jeans matched every curve her legs had to offer. Kate spun to Yelena now, about to say something cocky or arrogant most definitely, but Yelena cut her off quickly. "I want you to stand there for me, Kate." A sentence followed by silence. Kate took in the sentence, ran it over in her head a few times, then quickly blurted out, "What the fuck?" Her hand moving black hair out of her face as she looked confused at the older blonde girl. 
         "It's a training exercise I had to do, for 'self control,'" Yelena made sure to surround those two words with air quotes. "You stand there until you can't possibly take it anymore, it's actually really good team building!" Yelena tried to tag on. Kate's curiosity peaked in the wrong way, "How long did you last?" The inquiry caused Yelena to smile. "A lot longer than you'd think. I remember seeing Widow's leave the room with wet pants trying so hard to outlast each other," Yelena smiled, biting her lip at the thought of Kate pissing her pants. "So, you want me to just stand here and hold it?" Kate still sounded unconvinced to participate. "What if I don't want to play this game?" Kate looked slightly concerned.
         "Then I'll come and wrap my arms around you tighter," Yelena retorted quickly. "This is a really dumb game," Kate rolled her eyes at Yelena, fixing her posture as she got ready to stand.. and wait.
     
     
    Hey guys! If you like this story, please drop a comment and upvote the story so I know if I should write more to it! I generally only really finish stories if people engage with them! Thanks!
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    rfthawne got a reaction from Goldwood in The Haunted Hedge Maze   
    This was excellent!
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    rfthawne reacted to PandaSong in Forbidden Desire   
    Happy NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) to anyone participating! I’ll still be posting on a (hopefully) weekly basis, but this month I’m focussing on one of my more SFW novels. I’d share page one, since I’m really proud of my prose in that one, but I really don’t want people finding this account after I publish the full novel.
    All I can say is that it centres around an older-style French mansion run by a young man with a wicked temper.
    As for this chapter, I’m finally proud to present the “other side of the coin” so to speak. Sorry about the shorter chapter.
    ====================
    Chapter Six
    Pandor
    Pandor panted as he collapsed against the door. He had absolutely coated that towel. Gotta wash that ‘fore boss gets back. He felt too good to move. ‘Cides, Music’ll want me soon enough anyways. He waited for the call, tucking himself into his pants and buttoning up. Geez, is the kid still going? Which was shortly followed by Kid? He’s probably older than I am.
    Pandor frowned. The hero still hadn’t said anything. Surely his bladder wasn’t that big. Pandor cupped his ear against the door. He pulled himself to his feet, opening the door a crack. Yeah he’s still going. He could hear a trickling sound. Pandor bit his lip. Surely he’ll be too busy pissing to notice me, right? He opened the door again, peeking in.
    The tap caught his eye first. It was still running. Pandor tiptoed in, turning it off. Unable to help himself, he peeked at Music. The hero was still facing the loo. Pandor frowned as his brain caught up with his ears. He’s not pissing. Turning, Pandor realised that Music had fallen against the wall. He looked like he was about to collapse.
    Hurrying to the hero’s side, Pandor reached past him, gently putting the lid down. His cheeks burned as he saw the mess. It seemed that Music hadn’t quite made it, not entirely. Now’s not the time. He berated himself. Reaching out, Pandor was unsure if he should move Music or not.
    The hero’s legs buckled suddenly, forcing Pandor to hold him up. The stout man was barely able to get Music safely onto the toilet. Blushing as he realised Music still had his cock out, Pandor pulled the hand towel off its rung, pulling it over Music’s lap. He rushed to get a glass of water.
    “Drink.” Pandor offered Music the glass. The hero frowned, tucking himself away. “Not like that.” Pandor shook his head. “You’re probably lightheaded. Cold water will help.”
    “Why?” Music barely managed to croak.
    “Why what?” Pandor was confused. “Seriously, take a sip at least.” The poor guy was probably exhausted.
    “This.” Music panted. He took a sip. And then a gulp. Next thing Pandor knew, the water was gone. Pandor removed the cup from Music’s shaking hands; the last thing he needed was broken glass on top of all this. “Why are you being so nice?” Music managed to get out. Pandor felt his stomach drop.
    “It’s the right thing to do.” Pandor shrugged. That, and I really don’t wanna explain this to the boss.
    “Isn’t me falling over dead the goal?” Colour was finally coming back into Music’s cheeks.
    “Wha- No!” Pandor was shocked. Did the hero really think that little of him? “Maimed, maybe, but not dead.”
    “You’re joking, right?” Music didn’t sound convinced.
    “I’m serious.” Pandor was surprised by Music’s words. “Boss really respects you, y’know.”
    “Then why is he doing this to me?” Music rubbed his belly. The pit in Pandor’s stomach grew to a void.
    “Well…” Pandor fiddled with his buttons. He could feel Music’s gaze on him, even without looking up.
    “What is it?” Music’s tone was, to say the least, not amused.
    “Promise you won’t be mad?” Pandor gripped the cup hard. He realised he was biting his nails again, and moved to hold the cup with both hands. That was the one downside to taking his gloves off.
    “Pandor.” The fight was back in Music’s tone. Guilt washed over Pandor with the force of an asteroid. The shorter villain was frozen as he fought between his conscience and libido. “Pandor!” Music barked.
    “He didn’t say anything.” Pandor blurted out. He covered his mouth. I’m dead. This is where I die.
    “What?” Music’s tone was ice. Pandor flinched. “Pandor, what do you mean he didn’t say anything?”
    “There’s no tape or blackmail, I made it all up; I’m sorry!” Pandor yelped, covering his face. “I’m an idiot who thinks with his cock, and I’m sorry!” He blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Just… just beat the crap out of me already. I deserve it.” He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, Music had already gone.
    ====================
    So we finally get to Pandor’s first chapter! Plot twist, it’s a co-protag story… Music is still the main focus, though. (At least, as far as I’ve written)
    I felt so bad (probably less than Pandor does) about having to trick Music with blackmail, but we all know nothing was going to change if Music had anything to say about it.
    As for the way Pandor thinks/speaks, I dropped it later in the story, but plan to fix that if/when I ever edit this.
    As for character profiles (below) I plan to add an updated one at some point. Maybe every dozen chapters or so, if anything really changes, I’ll compile all known info into an “updated character profile”, if people are interested in them? (That’s about every few months if you’re not binging this)
     
    CHARACTERS
    Pandor
    Still a perve and a villain, but he doesn’t like to see people suffering… More than intended.
    Co-Protagonist
     
    And now back to my less-fetish-fuelled work… I say completely ignoring that chapter one begins with a full bladder.
    (Except this time, for plot purposes. Need to get the protagonist out of bed and close enough to hear the plot moving… Might consider rewriting the scene as a stand-alone omo story and post it here at some point… Y’know, after I change just enough that I won’t be found)
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    rfthawne reacted to Goldwood in The Haunted Hedge Maze   
    Decided to write a last-minute Halloween story today. Hope you enjoy!
     
    The Haunted Hedge Maze
     
    Fall had become Kimmy’s favorite season over the past few years. She was originally from Florida and her new home of Goldwood was far enough north to have the gorgeous red and orange leaves she’d only seen pictures of growing up. It was cool, but not too cold and she had fun doing the cliché activities like pumpkin carving and hayrides. Best of all was her favorite holiday, Halloween. Dressing up was always a blast with her friends even if most of them weren’t a fan of the traditional “scary” activities.
    Thankfully, she did have one partner in crime. Her friend River was a huge horror movie buff and they’d had their fair share of movie nights. Sometimes they watched the hilariously bad ones and occasionally they’d watch one so terrifying that they needed a new change of pants. Kimmy was currently wearing a bumblebee costume in the passenger seat of River’s truck. Her friend was dressed as a butterfly with her blonde hair dyed orange to match her costume’s monarch butterfly color scheme. Her antennae headband bounced around as she sang to songs on the radio. The pair of horror enthusiasts had heard about a haunted hedge maze in the nearby town of Dripping Falls and decided to go on a whim after finding easy costumes at Spirit Halloween.
    “Ten more miles after we turn off of Hwy 23 and we’re there,” Kimmy told River looking up from her phone.
    “Sweet! Should be a blast based on what I’ve heard,” River said. “Dripping Falls is a bit out of the way, but I know the locals love their Fall Frenzy.”
    “Yeah, an hour drive isn’t too bad,” Kimmy agreed. She’d always enjoyed road trips aside from the ever so annoying problem of pee breaks. Her bladder wasn’t particularly the strongest and she hated being the one to suggest stopping. A wacky adventure back in college had revealed River was the same way. Two twenty-one year olds wetting themselves in line to ask for the key to a nasty gas station bathroom made for quite the bonding experience if nothing else. Kimmy felt her bladder twinge as she recalled that memory. Her coke was half empty but figured there’d at least be porta potties to use at the Fall Frenzy.
    Night had fallen as they arrived at the park hosting the festival just. River hopped out of the truck and handed Kimmy the wings to her costume that had been in the back seat. She’d finished her lemonade and bobbed up and down in the parking lot. Kimmy added her wings, fixed her brown hair put her headband back on. The park was absolutely packed while largely catering to the young adult crowd. Costumes of seemingly every variety could be found on the park grounds. The homemade ones were great, especially the cheesy pun ones. Kimmy had always been a sucker for those.
    “Oh hey! Kimmy and River!” a voice said.
    Both girls turned around and waved to their friend Ronnie. The brown-haired boy was dressed as Eddie from Stranger Things complete with an inflatable guitar. “Oh, hey Ronnie! What are you doing here?” Kimmy asked.
    Ronnie grinned and pointed to the sign at the table. “Shots and Shots. A fundraiser for Goldwood College athletics. Basically for $5 you’ll get tequila shots and pictures with Barkley the Beaver.”
    As if one cue, the beaver mascot walked by and waved. “Sure, why not?” River shrugged. “Shots will make the hedge maze a bit more interesting.”
     After a few shots and goofy pictures with a giant beaver, Kimmy and River made their way to the main event of the night. The hedge maze was an incredible landscaping feat with walls that were tall and thick enough to stop Kimmy from seeing over or through. A few people could be seen making their way out while laughing or bantering with friends about how they knew the right way out all along but got ignored. They passed one guy in wet pants as well as a girl who joked about needing diapers next time but had a dress to cover up any damage.
    “It must be legitimately scary in there,” River said. “I think this butterfly needs to pee before we go in.”
    “Same for this bee,” Kimmy said. She and River looked around for the nearest park bathroom or porta potty and were quickly disappointed. Even though there were two porta potties a short walk away, the line was outrageously long. Two police officers were even there to deter any public urination.
    “Screw it, let’s just do the maze first,” River said.
    “Sounds good to me,” Kimmy said. She definitely needed to pee, but they’d driven out for the hedge maze, not the bathroom line. As she and River entered the maze, ominous music started playing. They grinned and walked in.
     
    “Terror 4 checking in. I repeat, terror 4 checking in. I need backup,” Audrey said as soon as the most recent guests were out of site. No one replied back on the walkie talkie and the black-haired girl groaned. She’d been on her feet in the hedge maze for four hours and had yet to get her promised break. She realized it was the busiest night of the year, but that didn’t make her predicament any better. She drunk both of her water bottles, and no one was responding to her signals to send someone over for a much-needed bathroom break.
    Voices came from around the corner and Audrey grimaced as she got back into position. She put her skull mask back on and picked up her chainsaw. Three girls came around the corner all wearing animal onesies. They drew closer and it was Audrey’s time to strike. She pressed a button on the lighting configuration and a spotlight turned on behind the girls. Another spotlight turned on at a fork in the road. As the girls argued which way was correct, the girl in the elephant onesie convinced them to go right. Audrey grinned as they turned down the path leading straight towards her. Despite her bladder threatening to explode, it was still a fun job.
    The elephant led the way with the lion and giraffe following suit. They turned the pivotal corner and Audrey jumped up with her chainsaw whirring. All three girls screamed as Audrey waved her chainsaw around and suddenly the crotch of the elephant girl’s costume began to darken as pee hit the ground.
    “Oh My God Nicole’s pissing herself!” the giraffe exclaimed as the lion burst out laughing.
    “Oh shut up Sarah!” Nicole said as they turned back around.
    Once they were gone, Audrey groaned once more. That was the third wetting of the night at her station alone! Part of her longed to finish the flood poor Nicole had started, but her luck would lead to someone arriving midstream. She crossed her legs and buzzed the walkie talkie again. “Terror 4 checking in. Can I get backup?”
     
    The maze had certainly lived up to the hype. Kimmy had taken River’s hand a few turns back and neither had wanted to let go. Witches, werewolves, and two separate guys in hockey masks had greeted them at several wrong turns and sent Kimmy’s adrenaline through the roof. River was perhaps even more terrified than she was as evidenced by her death grip. Eventually, they found their way to the center of the maze. A large circle in the hedges made for a nice place to take a breather. Kimmy looked around for a porta potty but found none there. Her bladder screamed for relief that wouldn’t be coming any time soon. Three paths stood before them, and she arbitrarily picked the one in the middle.
    The hedge maze trail wound deep with several twists and turns. A ghoul popped out of the hedges brandishing a machete which startled both friends. Once they were passed the ghoul Kimmy patted herself down and realized she had her first leak. “I have to pee so bad,” Kimmy giggled. “I don’t know if I can even finish the maze dry.”
    “Oh I definitely won’t,” River laughed. “I leaked all the way back at the werewolf jump scare." It took till they passed by a lamp, but there was definitely a small stain on River’s dark grey leggings.
    They kept walking and eventually the path widened and began to incorporate some fake trees and decorative cobwebs. “I don’t like this at all,” Kimmy said. Spiders were perhaps her number one fear.
    “Me neither,” River said uneasily.
    They kept walking through the cobwebs. An audio recording activated saying something about angering the spider queen. Kimmy turned to River ready to beg her friend to turn back, but it was already too late. A giant animatronic spider crawled down from the tree. Kimmy held her breath and backed up under the shade of another tree. Suddenly a dozen giant plastic spiders dropped down and one even landed on Kimmy’s shoulder. She screamed and became acutely aware of the golden flood trailing down her legs. She was truly powerless as her mind panicked and her control of her bladder was the first area of focus to go. Warm pee soaked through her leggings and little even got into her shoes as the ground beneath her became a mini swamp.  She shook the fake spiders off and raced through the clearing after River.
    “Well, I guess you don’t need to pee anymore at least,” River said.
    “Yep. Bugs hate spiders after all,” Kimmy said. “I think we’re almost out.”
    “Hope so. Maybe there’s hope for my bladder yet,” River laughed.
    They passed through several more haunts including a vampire and some clowns. The stain on River’s leggings grew after that last one, but Kimmy admired her friend’s determination. Kimmy’s heart still pounded even after wetting herself back at the spiders. The maze had surpassed her wildest expectations and they were far from out of the clear.
    A spotlight turned on behind them. She and River expressed their unease but embraced their inner white people in a horror movie and decided to investigate. More lights continued to flash on ahead of them followed by some music in a speaker that progressively sped up as if they were being chased.
    “Left or right, Riv?” Kimmy asked.
    “Um… right!” River said.
    They turned down the right path, which turned out to be a costly mistake for River. Kimmy heard footsteps, but only moments before someone with a revved-up chainsaw popped out and River unleashed a bloodcurdling scream.  Like a storm cloud on a dark and eerie night, River’s bladder gave way to a torrential downpour. Golden rain cascaded down River’s legs as forceful droplets snaked every which way saturating her leggings completely. She let out an exhausted sigh once it was her accident was finished. “Well that happened.”
    “It sure did,” Kimmy laughed. “Let’s get out of this maze.”
    The two friends made their way through the remainder of the maze with few noteworthy events. Finally, they heard sounds from people outside and it appeared the exit was coming up. Kimmy and River rounded a final corner and screamed as four zombies popped out of holes in the ground. The closest one grabbed Kimmy’s leg and she blushed as the last bit of pee that had remained in her bladder spurted out. Thankfully the zombie's hand was only there for a few seconds. 
    “That was a good one,” River told the zombies as they waved goodbye.
    “That was incredible,” Kimmy said once they were out. “Want to do something else while we wait for our clothes to dry? Preferably something that won’t end in another accident?”
    “Want to enter into the pumpkin carving contest?” River asked.
    “Sure!” Kimmy said. With one final laugh, both girls headed off through the park to enjoy the rest of their night. Walking around in wet pants was a bit embarrassing, but they definitely weren’t alone.
     
    “Terror 4, this is Terror 9. Do you still need backup?” Audrey’s walkie talkie asked.
    Audrey put her hand to her heart as she walked the two girls in bug costumes walk away. “You’re a life-saver Mark. I haven’t pissed all night!”
    “Oh damn! Be right there,” Mark said.
    Audrey exhaled while pressing her hands into her crotch. The butterfly girl would’ve never known due to Audrey's black costume, but for a few split seconds, they were both peeing. A few minutes later, a guy dressed as Frankenstein’s monster arrived. Audrey handed over her chainsaw and blew Mark a kiss. “Thanksomuchgottapeebye!” she shouted before sprinting out of the maze. She ripped her mask off as she ran and imagined the bliss of finally accepting nature’s call. It would be close, but she would make it.
    Her triumphant run came to a screeching halt as soon as she was out of the maze. Men and women were backed up nearly fifty yards in the longest bathroom line she’d ever seen. It was admittedly long when she started her shift, but it seemed to have only grown. A short spurt did more damage to Audrey’s black pants followed by a longer one. She checked her phone and realized she still had another hour of her shift. She was tempted to try and hold but just wanted to relief in some form or fashion. She scanned the park and found a tree with no one around. She leaned against the tree and smiled as she finally peed. The warm flood felt amazing and best of all, the stain was nearly invisible on her costume. So many people had wet themselves that night. What was one more?
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    rfthawne reacted to fullbladder in Wetting on the First Date   
    Chloe could hardly believe what she was doing as she stroked Abby’s pussy in the steamy shower, even entering it with two fingers frequently. As her roommate moaned pleasurably, an overwhelming desire to taste her lover occupied Chloe in her drunken, horny haze. But Abby caught her as she was about to kneel in the shower and lifted her up. They kissed again as Abby turned off the water and pulled a fresh towel off the rack.
     
    While Chloe was still drying off, Abby dragged her into her bedroom and finally permitted her to orally stimulate her most intimate region. They fell asleep quickly after Abby climaxed and woke up in a naked embrace the next morning. If not for their bursting bladders and work schedules, there would have surely been another round of passionate womanly sex to kick off the day.
     
    Abby promised Chloe a surprise as she rushed out of door, asking her to stay hydrated in the afternoon. Chloe was happy to oblige and delightfully planned to rush home after class with a full bladder. Her morning shift at work had been busy but she had still managed to down her 1L water bottle over three-and-a-half hours. Her bladder still not fully recovered from last night, so she had arrived at campus absolutely bursting. The bumpy 20-minute bus ride had done her no favors and she had resorted to holding herself with her school bag on her lap by the end of it.
     
    Mere minutes from class starting, Chloe had run into the nearest toilet to relieve herself before the lengthy 3-hour lecture. Despite her best efforts to undo her knotted pants as rapidly as possible, she started peeing before her pants were down and wet the gusset of her pink bikini-cut panties. Fortunately, only a dribble of pee had leaked through, so she was able to dry her garments off with a handful of toilet paper and escape the bathroom with only a quarter-sized wet spot on her pants, conveniently right between her legs and mostly out-of-view to anyone around her.
     
    Undeterred, Chloe had filled up her bottle to the brim again and sipped enthusiastically through the class. By the time she walked out of the lecture hall three hours later, she was bursting for the toilet again. However, the next stop was home so a second trip to the school’s facilities could be naughtily avoided. She filled her water bottle yet again and chugged thirstily as she briskly walked off the large campus, on her way home.
     
    Her desperation multiplied as she hurried through quiet streets in the cool autumn afternoon. Her bottle was empty yet again as she squirmed in front of the elevator. It wouldn’t be long before she would helplessly soak her pants- she had simply drunk way too much water in a short time. What an exciting thought! She wondered where Abby was- she typically got home at about 4:45, about 30 minutes from now.

    The elevator finally arrived and a young mom with a baby in a stroller exited. She smiled at Chloe who willed herself to stop squirming as she waited to step in. As the doors finally shut behind her, Chloe took advantage of the private moment to grip her pussy and admire herself in the mirrored elevator. She needed to pee badly now- hopefully Abby’s surprise was a sexy one!
     
    Suddenly the elevator groaned and halted. In a moment of cold panic, the reality of the situation hit Chloe like a ton of bricks. Here she was, hopelessly bursting for a pee and the elevator had just malfunctioned! Her need to pee seemed to double at the horrifying thought. She desperately pushed the emergency call button and prayed for a quick answer.
     
    Trying to avoid thinking of her filling bladder, Chloe counted the rings as she danced on the spot, still holding herself through her pants. “One, two three, four, five… hello?” She nearly yelled out the greeting as the ringing stopped.
     
    “Hello- you have reached emergency elevator services- this is Tara. Can you confirm your address?”
     
    Chloe quickly agreed with the female operator with an Aussie accent and sighed as Tara informed her the technician was on his way.
     
    “D-do you know how long it will be?” She stopped herself from announcing she needed the toilet badly- the phone call was probably recorded and she didn't want her urgent need on tape.
     
    “He should be there within ten minutes, Miss. Feel free to call me back if you don’t hear anything soon.”
     
    “OK thanks, bye.”
     
    Ten minutes- she could probably hold on for that long… but then it would also take time to fix the elevator. What if she peed her pants while the guy was fixing the lift? She had no idea how long an elevator repair would take…
     
    Chloe’s gaze fell upon her clear glass water bottle. She could pee in it before the technician got there. But where to put it? The bottle was old and its cap leaked- putting it in her small backpack was a no-no. She would have to walk out holding the bottle and maybe the technician would notice she had peed in it- wouldn't that be embarrassing...
     
    Maybe her pee would come out clear and he would be none the wiser. She had drunk a lot of water so there shouldn’t be much yellow. Minutes ticked by as Chloe pondered what to do. As her desperation mounted and wriggling intensified, it became clear she would not be able to hold on much longer. If she didn’t relieve herself, she would most likely drench her light-colored pants before the elevator was fixed- that was the most humiliating outcome of all. It was best to do the deed now in the few minutes before the technician arrived. Decidedly, she unscrewed the empty water bottle and set it down on the carpeted floor of the elevator.
     
    Dancing, Chloe undid her pants and nearly leaked into them for the second time that day. She just managed to refrain from urinating until she felt her lower set of lips touch the cool glass opening of the bottle. In a squatting position, she relaxed her bladder muscles, sighing in relief. As her pee noisily poured into the bottle, Chloe prayed that the no one could hear what she was doing. While the mouth of the bottle was of decent width, it was unable to catch all of Chloe’s pee. A circular wet spot formed on the grey carpet as Chloe attempted to stop peeing with the bottle nearing capacity.
     
    As she managed to stem the flow just before the bottle overflowed, the technician yelled from below. “Hi, can you hear me?”
     
    “Y-yes, I’m stuck!” She quickly rose, taking care to step away from the bottle so she wouldn't knock it over.
     
    “OK, I’ll work on getting the doors opened so you can get out- hang on!” Having nothing to wipe with, Chloe shook her butt as best she could, then ran her hand over her pussy. She wiped her wet hand on the carpet before she pulled her pants up and retied them. Even with the shaking and wiping, she could feel the excess pee dampening her panties.
     
    The next priority was getting that darn bottle capped and off the ground. As she knelt to pick it up, her bladder reminded her that it still needed relief. A scraping noise filled the elevator from above- the man was trying to pry the doors open. She nervously held the bottle behind her back, anticipating the door to open any second.
     
    Chloe’s bottle showed a mostly clear liquid, but there was a slight yellow shade. If she moved quickly, maybe no one would catch on. However, the elevator carpet was another matter. There was a dark, wet spot where she had peed- it was obvious that some liquid had spilled on the old, faded carpet. Chloe strategically stepped on top of it, hiding most of it.
     
    A hint of daylight poked through as the tip of the pry tool poked through. An eye peered in from near the top of the elevator.
     
    “Hey, you’re between two floors here so we will need to make this work in a tight space. I’ve got the outer door opened but this inner one will need to be done inch by inch. Then, I’ll throw down a rope ladder and you can climb up. Sound good?”
     
    She agreed and watched the man poke another tool through, presumably a jack. As promised, the doors began separating as he pumped the lever. He stopped at a gap of about two feet.
     
    “OK, that should work. In a minute, I’m gonna throw down a bucket for you to put your bag and water bottle in and I’ll pull your stuff up. Then we can get you up- it’s a lot safer and easier if you climb up with both your hands free.” Chloe blushed, realizing he could see her bottle in the reflection of the mirror. Luckily, he hadn’t noticed it was filled with pee- yet.
     
    As the man left, presumably to get the bucket, Chloe pee-danced on the spot. Her bladder was filling up again alarmingly quickly. It had hardly been fifteen minutes since she had filled up the bottle and it seemed like she had to go almost as badly again!

    “OK, here we go.” Chloe stopped wriggling as he reappeared above her and lowered a bucket slowly until it was next to her.
     
    “Go on, now step over and place your things in the bucket.” Chloe could sense an impatience in his voice.
     
    Blushing red, she reluctantly stepped off the wet spot and put her bottle into the bucket as quickly as possible. Then, she took her backpack and stuffed it in, trying to pin the bottle into place so it wouldn’t topple over and leak- the last thing she needed was pee in the bucket and all over her backpack.
     
    As the bucket rose and reached the top of the elevator, Chloe watched the technician gaze down at its contents curiously before setting it aside. She wondered if pee had spilled out and he had smelled it. Gosh, this was such a humiliating experience! What were the chances of this damn elevator getting stuck this time when she was filling up- nothing like this had never happened to her ever before!
     
    She was back on the wet spot now, rocking back and forth. It was a familiar feeling- her bladder had recently experienced relief and now it shouted for more release. She just had to hang on a few more minutes before she got to her room.
     
    As the man stepped away again to set up the ladder, Chloe took the opportunity to clutch herself for a precious few seconds. Even with the bag and bottle already up, it was going to be a real challenge to get her own ass out of this elevator in her desperate state.
     
    A minute later, a narrow rope ladder dropped down, settling at knee-height a few feet away, just as the bucket had. Chloe quickly moved towards it. Climbing up was indeed a challenge. She felt herself leak into her panties as she climbed onto the first step of five. Needing both hands, she had no choice but to pause briefly and squeeze her pussy muscles tight. As she climbed higher, more pee spurted out. She could feel the familiar drips running down her legs.
     
    Finally, Chloe had reached the man’s extended hands at the top of the ladder. She grabbed them, permitting him to pull her up. The strain of sliding through the two-foot gap in the elevator doors and her body contacting the cold tiled floor almost made her lose total control. She barely limited the leakage to a couple long squirts as she was dragged out of the elevator.
     
    With the technician two feet above her, she could read the nametag now- Peter. He was quite the handsome thirty-two-year-old and she could see his eyes scanning her soiled pants, the wet spot on the carpet below, and the water bottle in the bucket again. He knew she was peeing herself like a little girl. Her face burned beet red and tears ran down her face as she hastily stood up, grabbed her items from the bucket, and made her way to the stairwell. She could feel his eyes on her wet legs as she walked away, trying not to completely embarrass herself.
     
    Chloe somehow made it into her bathroom before her dam burst. Getting her pants off wasn't an option, so she hopped onto the toilet seat fully clothed and desperately peed through her pants. She closed her eyes and sighed loudly with relief. Finally being able to empty her very strained bladder was simply heaven.
     
    A few seconds after finishing peeing and catching her breath, Chloe turned on the bathroom light observe the damage in the full-length bathroom mirror. The capri-pants glistened with wetness; the white fabric was now transparent and revealed her pink panties. Despite the humiliating experience, Chloe felt sexually charged. She had just wet herself in public, in front of a very cute man. She was about to remove her wet pants to masturbate when the front door opened. A few seconds later, Abby entered the bathroom.
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    rfthawne got a reaction from Wetlifter37 in Wetting on the First Date   
    This was excellent. Hoping that the story continues!
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    rfthawne reacted to fullbladder in Wetting on the First Date   
    Thankfully, there was a vacant parking spot right in front of the entrance to Abby’s building. She parallel-parked and stepped out of her 2008 Chevy Malibu. Her wet pants had dampened Nathan’s sweater- it was still tied around her waist and she had sat on it to protect her car seat. She kept a garbage bag in the trunk for precisely these situations, but there had been no time to retrieve it today with laughing drunks eyeing her at the pub.
     
    The pee had now blended in well with her dark pants- her accident was hardly noticeable in the quiet street illuminated by streetlights. As she locked her car, Abby pulled Nathan’s sweater off her waist and draped it over her left arm. She shivered as a slight breeze contacted her scantily-clad youthful body, and nearly started peeing again. The warm wetness in her pants had cooled quickly and Abby was shivering. Her bladder had quickly filled again; she needed to get upstairs to warmth and relief.
     
    She could smell the strong, unmistakable aroma of her pee as she walked through the entrance. A man in a suit followed her into the building and gave her a strange look as they stepped into the elevator. Abby realized her accident must be a lot more visible in the bright lights of the 23-year-old five-story building. Not to mention, the pee smell. She really should have taken the stairs up… and kept Nathan’s sweater around her waist.
     
    It was too late now- she stood as far away from the man as possible and looked down at her feet as the elevator lurched and creaked, slowly making its way to the third floor. Luckily, the well-dressed handsome man lived on the top floor, so she wouldn’t have to endure his steady gaze on her for much longer. At long last, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
     
    “Have a good evening.” He spoke as she stepped out. Abby could sense a slight amusement in his voice, almost a chuckle as he blurted out his goodbye.
     
    “Thanks.” Abby muttered as turned left into the quiet hallway- her unit was the second one from the elevator.
     
    Fortunately, no neighbors showed as she unlocked the door and shut it behind her. Chloe was seated on the couch with a glass of wine, the bottle resting on the table in front of her. She paused the movie she was watching to greet Abby as she walked in.
     
    “Hey, Ab. How did it go?”
     
    Abby dropped the sweater and purse on the dining table and gestured towards her wet pants.
     
    “Wow, you really did it!” Chloe scrambled over with her wine glass, almost spilling it on the carpet. She was slurring her words, having downed two glasses already. She bent over in front of Abby, closely inspecting her crotch to make out the wetness.
     
    Abby looked at her in slight awe. This was about the drunkest she had ever seen her friend, definitely the most uninhibited, in any case.
     
    “The color’s blended in now. Here, you can see it for sure on my panties.” She undid her pants and pulled them down to her thighs. A clear dark semi-circle had formed on the front of the mustard-yellow underwear, reaching half-way up to the high-waist. The gusset of the wet panties clung to Abby’s vulva, revealing its perfect shape to Chloe.
     
    Chloe gasped. “Yeah.. wow. You must have really had to go!” She resisted the urge to reach down and touch her friend’s crotch.
     
    “Yeah, I did. Well, I better go get cleaned up.” Abby blushed after noticing her pussy was so visible. She quickly turned around and pulled her pants back up to her waist. Chloe briefly admired her perfect round butt- the back of her full-bottomed panties was absolutely drenched.
     
    “Wait, what about Nathan?” Chloe was hopelessly turned on; she had never been more attracted to Abby… or anyone else.
     
    Abby turned around again, holding her pants up with one hand. “Oh, he was great about it!” She excitedly filled her friend in on how he had been the perfect gentleman- having a great conversation with her, paying for dinner, giving her his sweater, the kiss at the end of the night…
     
    Chloe squirmed on the spot. She hadn’t peed since soaking her pants in the shower prior to Abby's date and her bladder had refilled quickly after that. She had now finished her third glass of wine as Abby wrapped up her story. Her bladder had severely weakened after the initial hold and release- she was really struggling not to grab her crotch.
     
    “Anyway, I really gotta get cleaned up. I totally stink right now and my legs are getting itchy.” On cue, Abby reached down into her open pants to scratch her inner thigh. The act revealed her wet panties to Chloe again.
     
    “Wait! I have to pee first.” Chloe danced on the spot- there was no way she could hold it more than a few more minutes.
     
    Abby looked at Chloe strangely. “Can’t hold it ten minutes? I’m only going to take a quick shower…”
     
    “No, I really gotta go bad!” She felt herself starting to leak and quickly grabbed her crotch through her light grey sweatpants. She barely stopped herself from peeing into her peacock-blue cotton panties.
     
    Abby’s sexual excitement spiked again, as it had after she had wet herself and kissed Nathan in her car. She pulled down her soaked pants all the way and watched Chloe’s gaze lock in on her wet underwear. This was undoubtedly her best chance to get her roommate involved in pee games with her.
     
    “Oh, yeah?” Abby rushed into the bathroom and stood in the doorway, blocking it.
     
    Chloe hobbled desperately towards her, her hands in her crotch. “This is not a joke! I’ve been drinking since you left and haven’t gone pee!”
     
    “Really? What about that essay you said you were working on?” Abby grinned, realizing Chloe had no way out of her lie.
     
    Chloe pushed her shoulder into Abby, trying to muscle past her, but the taller, more athletic girl easily thwarted her attempt. Being able to use hands to push someone away was a huge advantage. Abby’s own need to pee was growing as she enjoyed her best friend’s desperate show.
     
    “You’re a naughty girl- you were filling up your bladder, weren’t you? I could tell you were up to something weird!” Abby teased, laughing. This was so hot!
     
    Chloe moaned as another wave of desperation tortured her. Despite her best efforts, she leaked into her panties this time. She shoved a hand into her sweatpants and clutched her pussy through her damp underwear, feeling the warm wetness on her fingers.
     
    Abby’s own desperation grew as she watched Chloe struggle. She twisted her hips rhythmically, battling the urge to let go where she stood.
     
    “I should have just taken you to see Nathan with me. We could have both just pissed ourselves there.” She giggled at the thought.
     
    “Ah, fuck you!” Chloe smiled at the funny thought, trying to stop herself from laughing and peeing all over herself. Regardless, she squirted again and felt her hot pee dripping off her hand into the cotton-polyester material of her pants.
     
    “Oh look, you made a wet spot.” Abby pointed at her pants, laughing. “You’re gonna have to wash those pants, hun. Just let go- no point in holding on now!”
     
    Chloe closed her eyes, fighting to maintain control. Seeing the toilet a few feet behind Abby was pure hell. So close, and yet so far…
     
    Amidst her horniness, Abby felt a strong spasm erupt form her bladder. Too exhausted to fight it, she started rewetting her panties. She let out an emphatic sigh of relief and moaned as her pee flowed through her moist panties, down her legs and onto the floor.
     
    It was too much for poor Chloe. She lost control and started wetting her pants. Warm pee flowed through her strained hands, turning her light grey sweatpants dark. Helplessly, she backed up and leaned on the wall behind her, surrendering the fight for the bathroom. She couldn’t believe she was wetting herself in front of Abby. It felt so wrong… and yet so right, too.
     
    As Abby finished peeing herself for the second time that day, she walked forward and caressed her friend’s breasts though her shirt. Then, she moved lower, sliding her hand down Chloe's stomach and down her pants. Chloe moved her own hands out to the way, allowing Abby to gently massage her clitoris through her soaked panties as she finally finished peeing.
     
    Abby’s rubbing intensified as did Chloe’s moans and she orgasmed for the third time in three hours. Abby held her as she collapsed down the wall, sliding to the floor. The two girls embraced on the soiled floor for a moment before Abby lifted her new lover up and led her into the shower.
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    rfthawne reacted to PandaSong in Forbidden Desire   
    First, @SoakedTwink Thank you so much! I’ll do my best.
    Second, I apologise for literally disappearing for what… a week? Two?
    Basically, had a bit of a health issue last week. (Not THE sickness, luckily) Got told I was fine, and just email a pic to the dr because they had no spare appointments. 20 mins later, got a phone call directing me to the local chemist where my medication would be ready, an appointment the following morning, and instructions to go to the emergency room if anything happened. Next morning, it took one look for them to send me to the hospital, with instructions to head to the ER if they were busy… Took a 2 hour nap in my car while I waited, then another 20 while I waited for the dr. End result, all was sorted, and I’m almost done with my meds.
    TLDR - “You’re fine” turned into “get to the hospital ASAP” when they saw me. I’m better now.
    I did get McDonald’s though, so all in all, a good day.
    Plus side, have another omo-focused chapter to make up for it.
    ⚠️ Music calling Pandor things like weirdo and freak, and just not enjoying himself. (Panic and shy bladder included)
    (Put simply, denial is a jerk, and Music still needs to learn it’s okay to be into this. It’s one thing to find your fetish as you hit sexual awakening, another entirely to suddenly find out you’re into it in your 20s)
    ====================
    Chapter Five
    Music
    Arlo’s heroline went off at almost ten pm, buzzing in his pocket. He closed the blinds, switching off the tv, before pulling his heroline out.
    “Music, what’s the issue?” He spoke into the heroline as he hurried up the stairs.
    “Hey, um…” Pandor’s voice stopped Music in his tracks, the hero suppressed a groan.
    “What do you want?” Music already knew the answer.
    “What’cha doing?” Pandor’s voice was shaking, despite how casual he was pretending to be.
    “Look, do you want me to do… whatever for you or not?” Music was already regretting this. He trudged up his steps to find his outfit.
    “If you could, please?” Pandor cleared his throat.
    “Fine, gimme twenty.” Music found his mask, pulling it on.
    “Um, d-don’t forget to da-drink something.” Pandor’s voice came through the speakers loud and clear as the audio switched to his suit. “Please?” He sounded close to terrified.
    “Got it.” Music pulled his suit over his clothes — t-shirt and shorts — trying to ignore how the material bunched up uncomfortably. This was why he rarely wore more than underwear under his superwear.
    “…Um…” Pandor didn’t know what to say. “Yeah…”
    “Goodbye, Pandor.” Music clipped his heroline onto his uniform. Heading downstairs, he grabbed a bottle of water. Pausing only to chug. Stopping halfway, he let out a belch. Maybe let’s not give myself a stomachache. His belly felt kind of full, and he didn’t really want to make himself sick. At least, no more sick than having to deal with that horny weirdo.
    By the time Music got to the lair, he had finished the bottle, depositing it in a recycling bin on his way there. He was nervous, shifting slightly; not entirely due to his bladder. He could feel a rather strong urge already, but he was unsure whether that was due to nerves, all the water, or both. Stepping up to the door, he knocked, before realising how stupid he was. He reached down, twisting the heroline to dialback mode, hitting call.
    “H-Hello!” Pandor answered within moments. A thud and a clatter could be heard through the line.
    “Did you seriously just leap at the phone?” Music didn’t know whether to laugh or roll his eyes.
    “Um… no?”
    “Mhm?” Music was unconvinced. “Look, I don’t wanna set off your alarm, so will you let me in?”
    “Damnit… Um, alarm’s off. Come right in.” Click.
    Does the idiot never lock up? Music scoffed. And they say villains are getting smarter. He headed in, making his way straight into the main room.
    “Uh, one second!” Pandor was still picking up nuts and bolts, stuffing them into a container. Nearby, a half-finished machine of some sort was lying open on a table.
    “Well that explains the robots…” Music rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he watched the minion rush to clean up. “Alright, I’m here, now what? Do I just…” He couldn’t say it.
    “Goodness no- ow!” Pandor bumped his head on the table. Music caught the container as it fell. Funny as this was, he didn’t really feel like watching the minion bumble around all night. “Uh, thanks.” Pandor rubbed his head, pulling himself to his feet.
    “I just didn’t want to deal with you being an idiot for hours while I just stood here laughing.” Music rolled his eyes. “So if you don’t want me here, then where are we heading?”
    “Uh…” Pandor looked around as he deposited the various items in the container, closing the lid. “Come… um… come with me.” He held out a hand. Music didn’t move. He dropped his hand, heading off into the lair. After a moment’s pause, Music followed him. They headed through a maze of hallways, passing door after door. Soon enough, the two found themselves at a simple white door.
    “Why this place?” Music frowned as the door was slid open. A mattress was on the floor in the far corner, sheet rumpled, and blanket half on the floor. Countless pieces of paper littered the floor. A laptop was charging on a small shelf, the only bit of furniture in the room.
    “Just follow me.” Pandor closed the door behind them, opening a door at the foot of the bed. It lead into a bathroom.
    “What, is this the dungeon, or whatever?” Music teased. Pandor went red.
    “It’s… my room, actually.” Pandor mumbled, rubbing his arm. Music winced.
    “Uh, it looks…”
    “Like trash, I know.” Pandor interrupted. He shut the bathroom door, turning on the light.
    “So uh…” Music shifted, scratching the back of his hood. “Do I just… take my costume off, or-?” He gestured to the toilet in the corner of the room. The lid was down.
    “Um…” Pandor buttoned and unbuttoned the top of his jacket. “I dunno… I’ve never done this before. Just wear whatever or something?” He sat on the toilet, one leg crossed gently over the other, hands in his lap to hide his shame.
    “Well… okay then.” Music moved to take off his hood. “Uh, you might wanna turn around?”
    “Oh, right.” Pandor turned away, covering his face with one hand. “Hey um… Won’t I see you anyway?”
    “Still.” Pulling off his costume, Music set it aside on the vanity. He tucked his hair into the back of his t-shirt, wishing he had a hair tie. “You can turn around now.”
    “You seem pretty eager for a guy who literally couldn’t stand me a few hour-.” Pandor turned. He went red, turning away. “N-Nu-Nice, um, shirt.”
    “No.” Music interrupted. “No love, no crushes, no. I’m doing this to keep you lot quiet.”
    “I am not crushing on you.” Pandor went redder. “You’re not even my type, anyway.” He added with a mumble.
    “So what’s your type, anyway?” Music teased. Let’s see how you feel, getting all embarrassed. Not fun, huh?
    “That’s none of your business!” Pandor’s voice broke. “Just, just shut up!”
    “Pff, some villain you are.” Music scoffed. A wave of need crossed his bladder. “Look, I’m not gonna stand here all day. Do you want me to… Do you want this or not?”
    “Very much.” Pandor spoke under his breath. He blushed, realising that he’d been heard. “Um… yeah just… um…”
    “Should I stand in the shower?” Music had no idea what he was doing.
    “I dunno?” Neither did Pandor, it seemed. “Just… Just do whatever you want I guess?”
    “What I want is not to be doing this.” Music shifted as a second wave followed the first. He was fuller than he realised. “Look, I’d prefer you decided fast, it’s getting uncomfortable.”
    “It is?” Pandor’s gaze was drawn to Music’s shorts. “H-How uncomfortable?”
    “Well, I definitely have to… I mean, I can wait, I’d just prefer not to, you know?” Music stuffed his hands into his shorts with a shrug.
    “Would you like a drink, then?” Pandor offered.
    “Why do you want me to drink more? I literally said I already have to- Oh…” Music finally understood. “You don’t want me to go, you want me to not go! I can do that. Just let me… that before I leave.” He nodded his head toward the toilet, biting his lip as his bladder began to anticipate the relief that wasn’t about to follow.
    “And if I don’t?” Pandor’s voice came out deeper than Music was expecting.
    “You’re not seriously going to make me walk all the way home busting to piss are you?” Music was incredulous. Pandor groaned, shifting. “Right, wrong choice of words.” He sighed. “Just… Jack off or whatever.”
    “N-No, I’m fine!” Pandor squeaked.
    “Seriously?” Music had to laugh at the absurdity. His bladder jolted. “I’m giving your horny ass all the fetish fuel you’d ever want and you’re not even going to enjoy it?”
    “Can…” Pandor grunted. “Can you pass me that towel?” Rolling his eyes, Music handed Pandor the towel hanging up on the wall. Pandor simply covered himself.
    “Suit yourself, freak.” Music shifted. His bladder was certainly feeling it. Despite all the water he’d drunk, his mouth felt dry. He swallowed.
    “C-Can you drink a cup of water, please?” Pandor nodded toward an empty cup resting on the vanity.
    “Sure, why not?” Music shrugged. Anything to make him blow his load so I can piss and get the fuck out. He cleaned the cup the best he could with a hand towel, before filling it. His bladder reacted to the sound of running water, and he found himself unable to stay still. His dick started to rise from the pressure. Shit!
    “Drink it aaaaall up, hero.” Pandor gripped his thighs, eyes locked on Music’s crotch.
    “I don’t get why you’re into this shit.” Music rolled his eyes, lifting the cup to his lips. Pandor’s mouth probably touched th- Shit, I gotta piss so bad! Music froze as cold water began to trickle down his throat. It felt like he had a direct line from mouth to bladder, as his urge shot up from uncomfortable to very noticeable. His hand twitched toward his his dick, choosing instead to grab the side of his shorts.
    “Bet it feels like you gotta piss, huh?” Pandor swallowed.
    “Obviously.” Music rolled his eyes. One hand disappeared beneath Pandor’s towel, but the minion still wouldn’t jerk it. “No reply?” Music smirked. His bladder squeezed, and he let out a groan. “Just… just hurry up already, I actually gotta go.”
    “No can do, hero.” Pandor purred. “I’ll finish when I finish. Guess you just gotta wait.”
    “You haven’t even started, perve.” Music’s hand disappeared into his pocket. He subtly pinched his head of his dick. Not subtly enough. He noted, as Pandor shifted, panting.
    “You must be thirsty.” Pandor’s attention moved to the empty cup, for just a moment. “Go ahead, take a drink.”
    “No, I’m fine.” Music lied. He was anything but fine.
    “Drink, hero.” Pandor demanded. Music poured another cup, squirming as he tried to ignore the heavy feeling in his bladder. He crossed his legs, first one way, then the other. The cup wasn’t filling fast enough. Mmng, my bladder, cmon! Once it was fill, Music moved the glass to his lips. He hesitated. “Drink, hero.” Pandor repeated. With a sigh, Music downed the cup, his shifting developing into marching on the spot. Shit! Bad idea! I’m gonna pop!
    “Ok you’ve had your fun, now move.” Music’s hands buried themselves deep into his pockets. He searched frantically for his dick, squeezing hard.
    “No.” Pandor barely managed. He looked just as uncomfortable.
    “Seriously, I’m about to piss myself.” Music’s body was beginning to tie itself into knots.
    “Do it.” Pandor ordered.
    “You know what, screw you, I will.” Music tried to relax. His bladder seized up. C’mon already! I just have to piss! He turned to Pandor. “I can’t.”
    “Then I guess you don’t have to-” Pandor began.
    “I mean it.” Music whimpered. “I can’t go. Please, Pandor.”
    “…Okay.” Pandor wrapped the towel around himself — not that it mattered, his ‘interest’ was obvious — stepping aside to let Music pass. Music was already shoving past him, one hand on the waistband of his shorts, tugging the front down in anticipation for that heavenly release. Finally in front of the bowl, Music tried to relax. His bladder refused to let go.
    “You have to leave.” Music whined, one arm wrapped protectively around his waist, and his swollen, quivering dick in his other hand. “I really can’t go and it hurts.” He heard the door open and close. Music looked back; Pandor had actually left. Finally able to relax, Music aimed at the side of the bowl. Still nothing.
    C’mon bladder! Music begged. Now’s not the time to be shy! With no other ideas, he waddled, stance wide, to the vanity, bladder throbbing with every step. Squirming as he reached for the tap, Music turned on the water.
    “No no no no no.” Music wrapped one hand around his shaft, squeezing and tugging as he felt piss begin beading at the tip of his dick. His other hand gripped the head. He writhed, almost tripping over himself in his rush to make it back. Piss began to trickle out despite his best efforts, pitter-pattering on the linoleum floor.
    Safe at the toilet, Music was able to relax. He waited. And waited. Piss continued to trickle out, making soft tinkling sounds into the bowl. If anything it only made things harder. Which is not to say more difficult. Music swallowed as he was forced to face his problem. He was hard, achingly so.
    I can’t believe I’m doing this. Music groaned. He began to stroke himself, biting back moan after moan. Not more than a few minutes later, Music came into the toilet, barely holding back a cry of relief. His bladder constricted, trickling at first, before rising in intensity and power.
    “F-F-Finally…” Music shuddered, his entire body loosening up. He stumbled, falling hard into the wall, his piss going everywhere before he was able to aim properly. A blush crossed his face as he tried to ignore his mess.
     
    ====================
    Hey look, actual omo in this omo story.
    I wanna take this moment to talk about why I wrote this story… You know, aside from “was horny, made dudes”. So many stories - especially those in the mainstream (pfft) - depict dom/sub relationships as if the sub has no rights. If that’s what you want in a fiction, all the more power too you. But it’s getting to the point where “subs are subs, their words don’t matter” is the default in fiction.
    Okay, maybe I probably shouldn’t have started with a niche fetish most people run from, but you gotta start somewhere.
    All I’m saying is, subs are people too, and relationships - of all types - should be built on trust.
    TLDR - Relationships are built on trust. Subs are people too.
    Tune in next week when Music has an existential crisis and avoids the world.
    (I joke, but not entirely. Dude needs to get himself together and work through his feelings)
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    rfthawne reacted to fullbladder in Wetting on the First Date   
    Abby gasped audibly, grabbing her crotch as she turned away from Nathan. Her hips rocked back and forth as she stood in place trying to prevent leakage into her panties. She succeeded… barely.
     
    The young man seated at the table near them looked at her in shock, causing his girlfriend to turn around hurriedly. Abby ignored them, having no option but to try to get to the toilet- she was in no shape to tell idiots to mind their own business. Hunched over, still holding her crotch, she skirted past the gaping couple. However, before she could turn left through the patio door, Chris walked through carrying two desserts.
     
    She almost ran into Abby, who just managed to hop out of the way in time. Abby’s backside hit the edge of a table and she gasped audibly, drawing attention from everyone seated on the patio. She squirted from the bodily impact, and just managed to halt her bladder from completely voiding. She wriggled helplessly on the spot, knowing that moving too quickly would be game over. She turned away from two tables of gazing eyes to her left and faced the table she had just bumped into. She longingly considered pressing her pussy into the table’s corner, but everyone was watching - it just wasn’t an option.
     
    As Abby felt the warm wetness spread onto her fingers and butt, she realized that there was now a wet spot on her pants. There was no time to wonder if it was visible to everyone around- she just had to hope that the darkness of the night and the navy color of her pants worked their magic. Crunching her jaws together, she soldiered on.
     
    She hobbled forward as Chris set the desserts down in front of the young couple sitting next to Nathan. The server’s eyes, like everyone else’s, were locked on the attractive brunette on the cusp of wetting herself in public. Abby made it through the patio door this time and attempted to discreetly make her way to far end of the pub, and into the ladies’ room.
     
    Men and women alike gawked and squawked as she inched her way to the toilets. Peeing herself was no longer an option. The opportunity to perform the deed quietly with Nathan, wait for the wetness to blend into the color of her dark pants, and then walk briskly out of the pub straight to her car… that opportunity was now toast. If she pissed herself before she got her ass on a toilet seat, everyone and their mother would know about it.
     
    To get to the women’s washroom, Abby first had to hobble past the men’s. While everyone around was watching her, the tall, burly fellow exiting the men’s room wasn’t. He opened the door with his focus on tossing his used paper towel into the trash can just inside the door, walked forward, and ran straight into Abby. The ill-fated collision she had barely avoided a minute ago had now become a reality.
     
    Eyes wide open and mouth open in utter shock, Abby took three large steps backwards, just maintaining her balance. However, her very-vulnerable bladder lapsed in the act. She squirted hard, to the point where her hand glistened with wetness under the pub’s dim yellow-white lights. A tell-tale wetness spread around her crotch, dampening her inner thighs and threatening to seep down her long shapely legs.
     
    “Oh! I’m so-“ The bearded man in plaid stopped mid-apology as he saw the young lady clutching her womanhood for dear life, her glistening wet pants announcing to the world that she was helplessly peeing herself.
     
    By some miracle, Abby managed to stop the flood briefly. But, she, and everyone around, knew a full-on accident was imminent. Doggedly, she pushed past the man and shouldered the wooden door to the washroom open. This resulted in another jolt to her bladder, a jolt it was in absolutely no shape to consume. She started peeing again and there was no closing the dam this time. A massive liquid attack initiated on her business pants and wet streaks started running down her legs.
     
    Four of the five cubicles were closed- only the last was unlocked and Abby ran for it. The dark-skinned thirty-some-year-old woman applying her makeup in front of her mirror turned and gasped as Abby dashed past her into the cubicle. Unconcerned with closing the cubicle door, Abby sat down on the toilet and continued relieving herself in her pants.

    She peed hard into her panties and navy slacks, the loud splatter from the toilet and her blissful sigh announcing her accident to the women in the washroom. She closed her eyes and breathed; her breasts rose and fell rhythmically as long-held pee flowed out of her body. A full minute later, Abby’s overflowing bladder was finally empty. Her eyes still shut, the beautiful 22-year-old woman leaned back until her back rested against the toilet tank. Her open hands rested on her wet legs, which split wide to reveal a soiled crotch to anyone who bothered to gaze through the open cubicle door.
     
    As it turned out, someone was- two women actually. Michelle had followed her into the washroom and she now gazed in at the wet patron with Georgia, who had been in the middle of applying her makeup.
     
    “Hello, Miss? You ok?” Michelle spoke after a long silence. Abby finally opened her eyes. The smell of her own urine filled her nose. There was a wet trail on the floor leading to her feet. Abby quickly sat up and closed her legs.
     
    She looked away from the women and down at the toilet paper roll next to her. “Um, yeah I’m okay, thanks.”
     
    There was another awkward silence before Georgia spoke. “OK, I’m gonna shut this door for you.”
     
    Abby dared not look up as she heard the black woman in heels walk into the cubicle. The door swung shut and Abby rose from her seat as it made contact with the metal frame. She pushed her hands against the cold metal and turned the lock before slowly retreating back to the toilet.
     
    Abby nearly gasped in horror as she looked down at her drenched clothing. The wetness was clear in the bright washroom lights. Anyone could see she had completely pissed her pants. As the washroom door outside opened again, she started sobbing quietly. There was no way for her to get out of this. Even her phone was back at the table with Nathan. She would simply have to walk out there in shame- everybody at the pub was surely waiting to see her leave the washroom after the wild show she had just put on.
     
    She rolled off some toilet paper and helplessly dabbed at her pants. The toilet door open and closed a few times- women coming and going. As she pondered what to do, she heard excited chatter, unzipping, peeing, flushing. Just like the bar, the ladies’ washroom was active this Thursday night.
     
    Finally, Abby decided to stand up- it was pointless to stay here any longer. Nathan was out there waiting. He wouldn’t leave her phone and purse unattended, but it certainly wasn’t fair to him to wait for her. Leaving the washroom ten or twenty minutes later wouldn’t change anything anyway- she would still have wet pants.
     
    Abby nervously unlocked the door and cautiously poked her head out. Fortunately, there was no one in front of the sinks. She sighed to gather her wits one final time then bolted across the washroom. She paused to open the door and began a brisk walk through the pub. Predictably, everyone’s heads turned in her direction when the door opened- no one wanted to miss a wet show.
     
    Not two steps out of the toilets, Abby felt her hand grabbed; she was pushed to the wall before she could react. It was Nathan. He quickly handed her a sweater as he pinned her against the wall, his body blocking her from view of curious eyes.
     
    “Here, my sweater.” He whispered. “Tie around.” He gestured towards her midsection.
     
    Abby gave him a thankful look and quickly did as instructed, the sweater’s body covering her butt nearly down to her knee. Nathan looked over his shoulder to ensure no one was approaching them. He pulled her purse off his shoulder and handed it to her. “I put your phone in and I pay the bill. Come now, we go. Follow me close- fast!”
     
    Abby didn’t need to be told twice- the quicker she got out of there, the better. Head down, she followed Nathan out of the restaurant. Surprisingly, he knew the car she had arrived in and led her straight to the driver door.
     
    “Keep my sweater- you can give back next time.” He spoke quietly as she unlocked the car and got in.
     
    He turned to walk away as she shut the door. “Wait!” Abby yelled. She hurried to start the car so she could lower the window.

    “Nathan, wait.” She spoke more calmly now that he had turned around.
     
    “Come here.” She gestured for him bend down to the window. Grabbing the sides of his face, she kissed him on the lips.

    “Nathan, I’m sorry- thank you for everything.” Her bright brown pupils glistened as she whispered.
     
    He smiled. “It is OK. Your kiss is enough.”
     
    Abby grinned in relief. “OK Nathan, I’ll call you.”


    His polite smile widened into a grin. “Thank you- bye.”
     
    Abby rubbed her wet crotch as she pulled away from the curb. It looked like she had finally found a man worth a damn.
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    rfthawne reacted to fullbladder in Wetting on the First Date   
    Abby walked slightly awkwardly to the entrance of Willowsbrough Pub. As she opened the door, she saw Nathan eagerly waving to her from the far edge of the patio. She had asked him to reserve that table specifically. It was outside and away from other patrons, great for peeing in every way. Her tummy fluttered excitedly as she thought about the naughty deed she was about to engage in on this warm mid-September evening.

    Abby had predicted two things correctly. One, Nathan had indeed been there early waiting for her. Even though he wasn’t her type, it was always nice to know a guy worshipped you and was willing to do anything to impress you. She was already wondering how he would react when she peed her pants. Would he continue trying to woo her? Would he be turned off? Maybe he would be humiliated being on a date with a pants-wetter?
     
    Two, and more importantly, her bladder was indeed filling up quickly since she had relieved herself at home. She had sipped away a half-liter water bottle while driving to the pub. She nonchalantly crossed her right leg over her left as she pointed out her reservation on the greeter’s chart. Nathan had his blue eyes locked on her as she followed the attractive young blonde named Michelle to his table.

    Nathan was a 24-year-old MBA student at Boston University. Although he was quite smart, he sometimes struggled with the English language, having grown up in Hungary. He had hired Abby to tutor him three weeks ago and he had made quick strides in just four sessions. Like most young men, he found Abby very attractive, and had asked her out to coffee a couple of times. He hadn’t really been surprised that she had declined his advances- he wasn’t really in her league looks wise and a generous inch shorter than her to add insult to injury.
     
    However, he had been surprised when she had brought up the coffee invitation at the end of their session on Monday. She wasn’t really up for coffee, but wanted to go out for drinks with him! He had quickly stammered his acceptance and the pair had made plans for today.
     
    “Your server today will be Chris- she will be here soon.” Michelle turned and walked away as Nathan rose to offer Abby a handshake.
     
    He smiled warmly as he spoke. “Abby- hi, thank you for coming.” He pronounced her name with more of an “E” rather than an “A”.
     
    Abby smiled back briefly before pursing her lips as she sat down. “Hello Nathan, nice to see you.” She could already feel an urge to pee as her fit butt hit the wood surface of the chair.
     
    They made small talk about how Nathan’s classes were going until Chris showed up a few minutes later. She was older than Michelle, maybe a couple years older than Abby too, but quite attractive in her own right. Being the gentleman, Nathan let Abby order her tequila sunrise first before he proudly requested his favorite Hungarian import.
     
    “So how’s things after… graduate?” Nathan made a circular gesture with his hands as he searched for the right word.


    Abby giggled. “Graduation.” She corrected him with a friendly smile. “It’s good! I have been working at the Boston Globe as an assistant. I am hoping for a chance to write… eventually. It’s a long journey, though.”
     
    Nathan smiled back. “You can do it. You are great.”
     
    The drinks arrived and they continued talking about their past, present, and futures. With active conversation, there were dry mouths which naturally led to more drinking and, in turn, looser tongues. It wasn’t long before Chris had brought them their second drinks.
     
    For a brief while, Abby forgot all about her filling bladder. Nathan was different from the other guys she had dated. She was really enjoying the date. She wondered why they hadn’t talked about anything personal at their tutoring sessions- probably because she had shown no interest in getting to know him.
     
    As Nathan shared a crazy story about one of his Hungarian professors getting caught in a school bathroom with his 19-year-old student, Abby’s thoughts returned to her bladder. Her feet had been involuntarily tapping on the pavement while she had been pre-occupied with Nathan. She really needed to relieve herself.
     
    Abby surveyed the area. It was getting dark, and the patio was dimly lit. There was a young couple seated about ten feet away from them, but the surrounding region was mostly clear. With night approaching and temperature dropping, more of the new patrons were opting to sit inside. Abby’s need to pee was getting more urgent as the cooling air kissed her skin. Under normal circumstances, this would be the point where she would excuse herself.
     
    Chris returned and they quickly accepted new drinks. Abby uncrossed her legs and pressed her thighs together. She was feeling buzzed and knew from experience that the third drink would get her proper drunk. Good- she needed all the liquid courage she could get. This was no easy plan!
     
    “Are you okay? You are quiet.” Nathan was looking at her with concern- he had been talking for a few minutes straight as Abby’s thoughts had reverted to her bodily need to void.
     
    She shook herself awake. “Sorry, just a bit tired from work- it has been a long week.”
     
    “But Friday tomorrow. Here- cheers.” He raised the beer Chris had just placed in front of him. Abby forced a smile and raised her own glass to touch his.
     
    Before her drink was half-finished, Abby was rocking back and forth in her seat. Nathan seemed oblivious to her pressing matter and continued telling tales from his childhood.
     
    Glancing down, Abby could see her full bladder bulging against the waistband of her tight-fitting navy pants. She had to go really badly now. It was over an hour and a half since she first started drinking water on her couch after work, and nearly an hour since she had peed last.
     
    She felt her bladder spasm and sat upright in her chair. The posture helped mildly reduce the severe pressure on her bladder. She drew a sharp breath as clenched her vulval muscles and fought the temptation to grip her crotch.
     
    Nathan stopped talking and looked at the squirming woman across from him.
     
    “Sorry Abby… Do you need to… ” He gestured down at his waist and made a flowing gesture.
     
    Abby blushed, smiling delicately to try to hide her embarrassment.  Normally open about her fetish, she was feeling a bit shy with Nathan. She really liked him and was having second thoughts about her plan. Surely, he would think she was crazy if she wet her pants here at this table!
     
    “Yes, I do need to pee, Nathan.” She bobbed up and down in her seat. It was pointless to hide her need now- he knew. But, she was having serious reservations about peeing her pants. There was no way to get to the sidewalk from the patio. She would have to walk back into the restaurant in peed pants before she could get back to her car which was parked roadside…
     
    “I am sorry- I have talked too much! You go.” He waved his hand towards the patio door which led into the pub.
     
    Abby bit her lip. She needed the toilet badly, but this wasn’t her plan. Why couldn’t she be as direct with Nathan as she was with other boys? Why was this so hard?

    As she stood up, she felt an overwhelming spasm run through her- she needed to pee NOW!
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    rfthawne reacted to fullbladder in Wetting on the First Date   
    Chloe took a moment to catch her breath as she reached the third floor of the long staircase. Then, she casually fiddled with the key on the lock before opening the door in mock surprise.
     
    “Oh, you’re home.” Abby was seated on the couch with the TV on, sipping with a reusable straw from a 1L Nalgene bottle.
     
    “Yeah, it’s Thursday, remember? Date night. I clocked out a little early to get home quick.”
     
    Chloe turned away to put her school bag on one of the dining chairs. The act hid her sly smile- she had run the kilometer from campus to catch Abby before she took off. Each of these minutes was precious!
     
    “Oh yeah, with the nerdy kid right?”
     
    “Yeah, Nathan.”
     
    “Cool.” She had purposely avoided bringing anything about Abby’s planned wetting.
     
    “Do you still think it’s a good idea?” Abby seemed to be studying her closely; Chloe continued feigning ignorance.
     
    “Yeah, he’s probably a good guy- he really wants to go out with you, too.”
     
    Abby rolled her eyes in frustration. “No, about me pissing myself out in public with him. Is that a bad idea?”
     
    Chloe tried to hide her mild surprise- Abby was never one to doubt herself or change plans. But then again, she had been really drunk when she had first been presented the idea. With time to think about it, she may have come to her senses. After all, Chloe couldn’t imagine herself doing something so outrageous and brave in public, not in a million years.
     
    “Yeah, it’s totally crazy. You could get in trouble with the cops.” As much as Chloe wanted this naughty scenario to play out, she couldn’t give terrible advice to her dearest friend. She really could get into a whole lot of trouble with this wild idea.
     
    Abby pondered it for a moment. “Nah, they can’t prove I’m doing it on purpose. Just last month, I saw a hammered fat girl soak her pants at the club cuz she couldn’t wait till her turn. They just sent her home- no cops, nothing.”
     
    She trapped the straw with her forefinger and raised the bottle to her lips to chug. It was still half-full as she stopped drinking. She looked over at Chloe again, who was trying her best to hide her own excitement and desperation. In anticipation of this glorious event, she had drunk a fair volume of water during her lecture and left campus without peeing. She was starting to really feel the fullness of her bladder after her run home.
     
    “I’ve drunk a whole bottle of this already and refilled. I’m feeling like I gotta pee now.”
     
    “Oh ok…” Chloe felt an erotic intensity in her stomach and lower regions. Abby, dressed in navy business pants and a crisp white blouse, bobbed her knees lightly as she spoke.
     
    “Yeah, I’m gonna finish this bottle and then pee before I drive off. Once I break the seal, I’ll be bursting again soon enough.” She scissored her knees more forcefully- her desperation was increasing by the minute. Talking about her bladder certainly wasn’t helping matters.
     
    “Yeah, that’ll do it.” Chloe spoke cautiously, her sexual excitement growing intently. She crossed her left leg over the right. She ached just to empty her bladder where she stood, then rub herself silly in clear view of Abby. She casually stuck her hand into the pocket of her off-white capri-pants- how desperately she wanted to reach over to stroke her pussy from within the loose pocket! However, that would surely be obvious to Abby, staring back at her.
     
    “OK, cool- keep your phone on tonight. I’ll hook up pics if I get a chance.”
     
    “Yeah, for sure- good luck.”
     
    Abby murmured a distracted thanks before diverting her attention back to her TV show and water bottle. Not wanting to miss a moment of this God-given gift of a show, Chloe seated herself at the table and pulled out a tablet PC from her schoolbag. As she pretended to work, she felt Abby glancing at her strangely- she never sat at the table after class. Her priority upon arriving home was always getting comfortable on the sofa or her bed. That is, if she didn’t have to pee first.
     
    Fortunately, Abby didn’t ask her anything and her attention quickly returned to the TV screen. This gave Chloe the opportunity to keep a firmer gaze on her hot flat-mate, growing steadily more desperate as she finished the large water bottle.
     
    Squirming, Abby finally tossed the empty bottle the couch and stood up to hobble to the washroom. In the past five minutes, Chloe’s own desperation had increased. Her bladder was nagging her as she pretended to write an essay on the current strength of unions in USA, relative to the 1970’s. Abby rushed past her down the hall and into the bathroom. With the door open, Chloe heard her unzip her pants and start peeing into the toilet. She sighed as her pee stream intensified and flowed more loudly into the water below.
     
    Chloe almost started wetting herself right there and instinctively pressed her fingers against the crotch of her cotton pants. She lightly rubbed herself as Abby continued peeing a mere ten feet away from her, but sadly out of view. With one last blissful sigh, Abby wiped, arose from the toilet seat, and pulled her mustard-yellow, full bottomed high waisted panties up. She was still buttoning up her pants when she exited the bathroom to talk to Chloe again.
     
    “Well, that’s better! I better get going. Nathan is probably already there waiting for his dream to come true.”
     
    It was still 30 minutes to date time- Chloe laughed and felt herself squirt briefly. She twitched awkwardly whilst trying to stem the flow and resisting the powerful urge to grab her pussy. Instead, she clenched her hands into fists.
     
    Abby noticed the gesture. “You ok?”
     
    “Yeah, that was funny. Bit stressed about my essay here- it’s due tomorrow and I’ve barely started.” Chloe lied- it was actually due next week, so she had plenty of time. She was surprised she was keeping her act together this well considering she was on the verge of pissing her pants.
     
    Abby gave her a long look then turned away. “OK awesome- I’ll let you get to it. I’m off now.” She picked up her purse and opened the condo door. Not three seconds after the door shut behind her, Chloe stood up. She was seconds from drenching her pants. As she moved towards the bathroom, she started to squirt involuntarily into her pants.
     
    Chloe had to get to the shower before she made a wet mess on the floor. She felt warm wetness run down her legs and onto her bare feet as she bolted through the shower curtain and finally relaxed her bladder. With her pee flowing through her pants and splattering noisily on the 3’ x 4’ shower base, Chloe shoved the curtain away and turned to admire herself in the full-length bathroom mirror. Her light-colored pants were completely drenched and transparent- she could make out her dark green panties.
     
    Hopelessly turned on now, Chloe rubbed her crotch vigorously as she continued peeing- her fingers caused pee droplets to splatter out of the shower onto the tiled bathroom floor. She came in under a minute and squirted yet more bodily fluid into her soiled panties. Her knees buckled and she moaned loudly as she collapsed onto the shower floor. After a minute of gasping for breath, Chloe stood up and turned on the shower, allowing her body to be engulfed in warm wetness again. She took her time removing her clothes in the steamy shower- first her socks, then her t-shirt, then her pants, then her bra, and finally her panties.
     
    After toweling off, Chloe walked out the bathroom naked and straight into her bed. She masturbated again, thinking of Abby and her rapidly filling bladder. It was going to be an eventful evening.
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    rfthawne got a reaction from MisterBlue in Wetting on the First Date   
    This was excellent. Hoping that the story continues!
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    rfthawne got a reaction from fullbladder in Wetting on the First Date   
    This was excellent. Hoping that the story continues!
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    rfthawne reacted to fullbladder in Wetting on the First Date   
    “I’m so done with men- they’re all assholes!” Abby slammed her fist on the door as she entered the two-bedroom apartment.
     
    “What happened now?” Her flat mate, Chloe, asked absentmindedly as she knitted a sweater for her 2-month-old niece. Abby’s outbursts were common. Being a tall, slender, extroverted and alpha brunette, she got more than her fair share of male suitors. The problem was she knew what she was looking for and her directness often scared men away.
     
    “I blew Ray then he wouldn’t even lick me. I asked if I could at least watch him piss before I left, but he slammed the bathroom door in my face- I am so done with that fucking homo!” Abby dropped her purse on the small dining table and opened the fridge to grab a can of alcoholic apple cider from the side shelf.
     
    Despite being friends with Abby for three years, Chloe was still surprised by how open she was with her fetish. The 22-year old recent college graduate regularly left her peed-in panties in the hamper. When very drunk, she had even invited Chloe to pee her pants with her, but Chloe had politely declined.
     
    Secretly growing intrigued over time, Chloe had tried wetting her panties in the shower while Abby was away on a date. It had been a pleasurable experience- she had enjoyed the feeling of warm pee on her crotch, running down her legs. Worried about being discovered. She had hastily showered and buried her wet panties deep in her laundry. Immediately after getting redressed, Chloe had rushed off to the laundromat.
     
    Chloe chewed her lip, unsure of what to say. For the past couple of months, she had been thinking about asking Abby for permission to watch her pee, but had been unsure how to bring up the topic. Abby often left the door open while peeing but Chloe had never dared to walk in for a closer look. Such an inquiry would have brought on instant, direct questions from Abby and Chloe wasn’t ready for that just yet.
     
    Chloe took a moment to casually admire Abby in her form-fitting red dress as she walked over to the couch. She could tell Abby was already desperate to pee, her typical state in the wee Saturday morning hours. In under an hour, she would likely pee through her panties into the toilet or in the shower, then masturbate through them in her bed before falling into a drunken coma until noon the following day.
     
    Chloe herself had been drinking red wine as she had listened to soft rock on Spotify- she was tired but had stayed up hoping Abby would come back home hot and bothered. Hearing her moan next door was always a treat as Chloe also touched herself to climax, albeit quietly.
     
    Chloe was pretty sure she was bi, but she hadn’t taken the step of being sexual with a woman- Abby was the only gal she was truly interested in at the moment. Chloe was freckled, red-headed, and shorter/curvier than Abby, but cute in her own right. The almost 21-year-old third-year college student had dated her high-school sweetheart for over four years before she had found out he had been cheating on her at the University of Vermont campus, some 200 miles away. Since then, Chloe had dated a couple of guys casually, but had found herself more and more interested in Abby in recent weeks.
     
    They had met in Chloe’s freshman year of college. Abby was in her sophomore year and was working as a TA for Chloe’s Business Communications class. Being shy, Chloe struggled with presenting in front of the 35-student class, but Abby worked with her patiently during guided study sessions. It wasn’t long before Chloe was much more confident in her presentations, and the two girls were BFFs meeting regularly for drinks and lunches.
     
    This year, they had decided to rent a place together off-campus and had now been living there for five months. Chloe didn’t particularly like the regular stream of guys showing up to spend nights with Abby, but she was quite  the considerate flatmate otherwise and did her part in keeping the place clean.
     
    Tonight, like most other weekend nights, Abby was rambling and wriggling her butt into the couch. Chloe, feeling buzzed, decided to dip a toe into the water, truly a brave step for her. As Abby paused her monologue to stand up and make a long-overdue walk to the toilet, Chloe stopped nodding her head and murmuring “yeahs” and spoke up.
     
    “Um, Abby? What if you just... wet yourself a little on a date? Then, maybe you would know if the guy is worth your time.”
     
    Abby danced on the spot in a shocked silence as she weighed Chloe’s advice. It had clearly hit her like a ton of bricks. She smiled devilishly, and then laughed.
     
    “You dirty slut- that’s a great idea! This short geeky boy I’m tutoring has been trying to get me to have coffee with him- I could totally try this on him next week!” She casually hiked up her dress to grab her crotch as she continued dancing on the spot. Chloe noted that her red G-string panties perfectly matched her dress.
     
    She hobbled towards her friend, who had now set down her knitting project. “What do you think I should wear? A skirt? A dress? Pants?”
     
    Chloe bit her lower lip thoughtfully. It was such a treat to have desperate Abby up close to her like this. “Maybe a short dress is better to hide the wetness after, you know? You can hike it up and lean forward so only he sees you peeing a little, then lower it again so no one knows you leaked in your clothes.” She felt a growing sexual excitement as she talked about the taboo topic. In her drunk, horny state, her pussy was wetter than a cat caught outside in a rainstorm.
     
    Abby gasped as she briefly stopped dancing. She removed her hands briefly to analyze her panties. A tiny wet spot had appeared on the red fabric. She quickly regripped her crotch to prevent further leakage.
     
    “It’s a good idea… but maybe…” Abby’s forehead scrunched as she thought, struggling not to urinate all over the living room carpet. She smiled again as naughty thoughts filled her mind. “I think I wanna do it at night, when I’m really drunk. Maybe I can just get him to walk me home along a dark path so no one else will really see my accident- that could be romantic. Plus, everyone pisses themselves now and again when they’re wasted, so who cares.”
     
    Abby’s dancing intensified and she groaned audibly, obviously in a real struggle to hold her urine in. Chloe acted quickly to keep her from turning around and dashing off to the bathroom.
     
    “What are you planning to wear?”
     
    “Ohhh, I really gotta go! Else, I’m gonna soak my panties right here…” She scissored her legs and bounced up and down, backing away a few steps in the direction of the bathroom. “Maybe my navy dress pants. They hide wetness pretty well after a few minutes sitting in them. I leaked in them a bit in my car once after work- traffic was so brutal that day. OK, I really gotta pee!” Before Abby turned away, Chloe observed a couple of drips fall off her clenched fingers onto the carpet below- she had squirted into her underwear again and the wet fabric could no longer contain additional liquid.
     
    Moaning desperately, Abby carefully skirted to the bathroom, shouldered the ajar door fully open and planted her butt onto the toilet. Chloe carefully arose from the sofa and inched closer to the bathroom , listening to her gorgeous friend pee noisily through her panties into the toilet below, moaning audibly with relief. Chloe reached down into her pajamas and pleasured herself through her wet silk panties. As Abby’s pee stream finally slowed, Chloe hobbled away to her bedroom, her fingers still rubbing her throbbing clitoris. She had finally started a very important conversation with her best friend.
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