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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to The Dark Wolf in Sunset Won't Stop Playing   
    Another Equestria Girls story about Sunset Shimmer. Note that while I tagged it for messing, there isn't a huge amount of focus on that, it doesn't even describe the messing. You'll see. Most of it is about the wettings.
    If you like the scenario but don't know who the character is, google "Sunset Shimmer pajamas".
    Disclaimer: I would not recommend staying up as long as she does to play any game no matter how good it is. But if you want to keep playing for hours and wet yourself every time you have to go, go right ahead.
    Also, may contain spoilers for the game in question.
    Sunset Won't Stop Playing
    Sunset Shimmer lay in her bed, when Twilight Sparkle came and nudged her. Sunset woke up. "What is it?"
    "Rise and shine, Sunset!" said Twilight. "I got you a late birthday present." She held up The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.
    Sunset immediately jumped out of bed. She gave Twilight a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Twilight." She had loved Breath of the Wild, and seen the trailer for Tears of the Kingdom, so she had been very excited for this game to come out.
    "I'll make some coffee for you," said Twilight. "You can start playing whenever you want."
    Sunset ran straight for her Switch, without stopping to shower, change out of her pajamas, or go to the bathroom. She put the game in her Switch, turned it on, and started playing.
    Twilight poured two cups of coffee and started drinking one, handing the other to Sunset.
    "Thanks," said Sunset. "I'll probably play for several days straight if it's as good as it seems. Is that all right?"
    "I suppose so," said Twilight. "I can give you coffee and energy drinks if you really want to stay awake that long. But if, after a week, you haven't beaten the game, I'll make you take a break and get some sleep. Deal?"
    "Deal!"
    "You might need the whole coffee pot in that case," said Twilight, setting it down on Sunset's table in front of her couch.
    Sunset explored the Forgotten Foundation, and when she saw Ganondorf for the first time, she jumped. After that, she played through the Great Sky Island, finding all the new abilities and new additions to be fun, especially Ascend.
    Eventually, she reached Lookout Landing, and loved the Skyview Tower launching sequence, during which Twilight drank a glass of water and gave Sunset a soda. After being given the Regional Phenomena quest, she also journeyed into the Depths for the first time. After obtaining the Camera, she explored the Depths and got more Lightroots.
    By now, Sunset had to go to the bathroom. She had not used the bathroom all day, and she had drank a big cup of coffee and a soda. But she loved this game already and didn't want to stop playing, so she held it.
    Eventually, she left the Depths and got the Skyview Tower with the enemy camp around it. It took her a few tries, and some frustration, to defeat the Boss Bokoblin, and she yelled and groaned in frustration, partly because she couldn't beat him, and partly because she had to pee. But she eventually used a Muddle Bud to turn him against the other Bokoblins, and defeated him, before activating the tower.
    After exploring some Sky Islands and getting some shrines, she made her way to Lindor's Brow Skyview Tower, where she talked to Hestu and got some weapon expansions from him with Korok Seeds she had found on her travels. She then made her way to the Great Plateau for some nostalgia, as this was the starting area in Breath of the Wild. She talked to the goddess statue, which said it was trapped under the water. After a bit of searching, Sunset found the water area and drained it. This put a bit more pressure on her full bladder.
    At 11:00, Twilight made Sunset a smoothie that had many nutrients in it. Sunset drank it as she played, finding all four of the statue's eyes, throwing them into the chasms, and taking them to the center. After that, she got Autobuild, and while she had been expecting the Researchers to be Yiga, she was surprised when Master Kohga showed up, as she had thought he was dead. But she beat him easily, and then decided to explore the Depths some more, collecting Poes, Bomb Flowers, Puffshrooms, and Muddle Buds, as well as activating more Lightroots and attacking enemy camps for Zonaite to power her energy cell.
    By now, she really needed to go. She was fidgeting where she sat, but she wouldn't stop playing.
    "I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom," said Twilight, and she walked down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, she noticed how Sunset was fidgeting. "Maybe you should pause and use the bathroom too. You drank more than me, and you look like you really have to go."
    "I don't want to stop playing," said Sunset.
    A few more minutes went by, and Sunset fidgeted harder as her need to pee grew more and more intense.
    "If you don't pause and go to the bathroom now, you'll have an accident," said Twilight.
    "You're right," said Sunset. "I'll go to the bathroom." Rather than stand up, Sunset stopped fidgeting, spread her legs, and peed her pajamas. As she peed, she continued playing, aware of the warm wetness spreading through her pajama pants and rear end but not caring too much.
    Twilight stared as the wet spot spread through the crotch of Sunset's pajama pants and wet the cushion she was sitting on. A hissing noise was heard, and the smell of pee wafted into Twilight's nostrils.
    Sunset finished peeing, sighed of immense relief, and kept playing in her wet pants.
    "I can't believe you peed yourself," said Twilight. "But, it is kind of cute."
    Sunset smiled. She wasn't exactly ashamed of wetting her PJ's, but it was nice to know that Twilight wasn't disgusted with her.
    ...
    Sunset kept playing all day long, and Twilight continued to bring her soda, energy drinks, and water, as well as another smoothie for supper. Sunset was always polite and thanked Twilight for them, and would sometimes chat with Twilight, who was also enjoying watching Sunset play. She peed three more times (one of which was during her first encounter with Gloom Hands), to which she was unashamed and Twilight thought it was cute and hot.
    Shortly after 11:00, Sunset beat the Wind Temple.
    "Do you want to stop here and go to bed?" Twilight asked.
    "Nah, I'll keep playing if that's all right," said Sunset.
    "I'll make you another pot of coffee then," said Twilight. "But remember, one week and then you get some rest."
    "Sounds good."
    Twilight made a big pot of coffee for Sunset, who drank it quickly. "Thanks, Twilight."
    "Any time. See you tomorrow morning." Twilight walked away. She knew Sunset was going to have a big pee from that coffee tonight, and giggled at the thought that it would inevitably end up in her pants.
    Sunset started activating all the Skyview Towers, finding paragliding easier and more fun now that she had Tulin and his Gust. Just as she was getting the last one, which was trapped under snow, she had to pee really badly from the coffee. Without any hesitation, she blasted a power pee in her already wet pants, sighing of relief, and then began hunting geoglyphs.
    ...
    Over the course of six days, Sunset never stopped playing, and stayed awake through all the coffee and energy drinks Twilight gave her, as well as some soda, water, and smoothies. Every time Sunset needed to go, she went in her pajamas. She stank really bad from not washing for six days, especially her pants from peeing in them several times a day, but she didn't mind, and neither did Twilight.
    On the sixth day, Twilight sent everyone a text saying Sunset was about to fight Ganondorf. They all came over, arriving as Sunset was making her way through the final path.
    "Oh my," said Rarity when she saw the state Sunset was in.
    "You really stink, Sunset," said Rainbow Dash.
    "That wasn't very nice," said Fluttershy. She got a whiff of Sunset. "Oh my..."
    "She hasn't gotten up from that couch in six days," said Twilight. "Not even to go to the bathroom." She giggled. "I told her if it's more than a week she'll have to rest, but she's about to beat the game today."
    So they watched as Sunset fought Ganondorf, and, with a bit of difficulty, defeated him. Everyone cheered as the Demon King exploded and the "Destroy Ganondorf" quest was labeled as complete. Sunset let out a sigh, thinking she had finished the game, and peed, but no one noticed because their eyes were on the screen. She was surprised when she had to catch Zelda at the end, but was able to do so.
    When the credits rolled, Sunset set the controller down. "That was such a fun game. I really enjoyed it."
    "I can tell, from how you wouldn't stop playing for six days straight," said Twilight. "Not even to go to the bathroom."
    "What's a little pee if I can keep playing a great game?"
    "It was a lot of pee."
    "That too."
    "All right, Sunset. You've beaten the game, you've had your fun, now, time to get some rest."
    "But first," said Rarity, "you really need a bath."
    Sunset sniffed her armpit. "Ooh. You're right, I do." She stood up, but as she hadn't stood or slept for six days, she wobbled around, so Twilight carried Sunset over her shoulder. She got a full whiff of Sunset's stench, but she didn't mind. If anything she kind of enjoyed it.
    Pinkie sniffed Sunset's rear end. "Phew! Did you poop your pants too, Sunny?"
    "Yes, I did," said Sunset. Everyone laughed, finding it funny rather than disgusting.
    Twilight filled the tub with warm, soapy water, and put Sunset in the tub, still in her smelly pajamas. Twilight washed Sunset all over, and Sunset took pleasure in this warm, relaxing bath.
    "All right, now let's get your dirty rear end clean," said Twilight.
    Sunset got on all fours with her tushie in the air. Twilight poured a large dollop of soap onto Sunset's butt and rubbed it with both hands, coating her smelly pajamas in suds. Both Twilight and Sunset really enjoyed this. After washing Sunset's rear for over ten minutes, Twilight figured her pants were as clean as they were going to get.
    After washing Sunset's legs and feet, she drained the water, rinsed Sunset with the shower head, and dried her enough so that she was still wet but no longer dripping. After that, Sunset climbed into her bed and fell asleep.
    The other girls went home, and Twilight sat beside Sunset as she got her much-needed rest. About an hour later, a soft hissing noise was heard as Sunset peed in her sleep. Twilight giggled. She wasn't surprised. Sunset had been using her pajamas as a toilet for almost a week so it was only natural she'd lose some bladder control. Maybe she'd have to potty retrain her. Twilight was looking forward to this.
    She woke up the following morning. "Good morning, Sunset!" said Twilight cheerfully.
    "Good morning, Twilight," said Sunset. She stretched her arms, yawned, and felt her pajamas. They had mostly dried from her bath, but her pajama pants felt wet, and a pee smell was in the air. "Why are my pajamas wet?"
    "You wet the bed," said Twilight. "No need to feel ashamed. It happens, especially if you pee your pants several times for six days straight."
    "Who said I feel ashamed?" Sunset said with a smile. "I might have to get potty retrained during the day, but I kind of like waking up wet." She giggled.
    "And you always look cute in wet PJ's", said Twilight.
    It only took a few days to potty retrain Sunset. But she would still wet the bed many nights. Though, part of this could be due to always drinking a lot right before bed. Neither she nor Twilight minded, though; in fact, if Sunset woke up dry, she would deliberately wet her pants where she lay, much to Twilight's amusement.
    The End
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Kyuu in Shizuku's Midnight Emergency   
    A small art commission I got from @Biku to go with this chapter!
     
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Kyuu in Shizuku's Midnight Emergency   
    Ahoy!
    It's been a very long time since I've sat down and written anything of length like this, but I thought it might be fun to try writing out one of the ideas I had for future Shizuku comic chapters. It will still likely be some time before our artist for the comics are free to work on them again, so I thought I may as well get some of the ideas I had properly fleshed out in the meantime!
    This story features the very same Shizuku and Rika found in our first comic here,
    Even though it's been quite a while since I've written anything and I am still very rusty I hope others are able to enjoy reading it!
     
    “Gotta pee, gotta pee..”
    In the still of night, a blue-haired dog girl by the name of Shizuku murmured this to herself as she shuffled through the dark hallway corridor. Her pajamas, pink and adorned with various playful bone and paw print patterns, clung tight to her figure in the dim glow cast by the hallways nearby nightlight.
    “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..!” she muttered under her breath again, her chants accompanied by a palm clasped firmly against the crotch of her pajamas.
    As she approached the bathroom door, the urge only intensified for the desperate dog girl. The sight of relief being so close teased her. Her body protested impatiently as it demanded relief, and it was going to get it soon, one way or another.
    Emphasizing this point, a pang of desperation hit the girl right as she approached the door. Shizuku quickly cast a glance down, verifying her pajamas were still dry and spot free. Her grip tightened still, pressing against the cotton fabric of her pajamas, her fingers digging in deeper as she once again defied her body’s demands. Just a little longer, she thought.
    Reaching out for the door, her free hand grasped the handle with urgency. But as she turned, the door inched forward unexpectedly, the bright glow of the bathroom light soon after shining through as the door creaked open on its own.
    Her roommate, Rika, must have forgotten to turn the light off, she thought.
    No big deal. Pushing forward without a moment’s hesitation, Shizuku barged into the bathroom, instinctively bolting towards the porcelain throne in the restroom's corner as soon as she did.
    However, much to her dismay, a very flustered red-haired girl had already occupied that throne. Her roommate, Rika, to be more precise.
    Looking over at the entryway, Rika’s cheeks grew almost as red as her twin-tails, so startled by the sudden intrusion that she couldn’t utter a word. Instead, she remained there, hovering over the toilet, her butt just inches from the seat. She was clearly still in the process of pulling her pajama bottoms down for a potty break herself before being so rudely interrupted.
    “S-Shizu, don’t you know how to knock?!” she finally stammered out.
    “Don’t you know how to close a door?! A-anyways, move! I really gotta pee!” the dog girl rebutted, moving in closer.
    Taken aback by her friends’ continued intrusion, Rika fell backwards, her butt finally planting onto the cool porcelain seat as a very desperate dog girl waddled her way in.
    “Wait your turn, I have to pee too! And do it outside, I don’t need an audience, jeez!”
    But Shizuku refused to budge. Her feet danced up and down on the cool tile floor as both her palms clasped against her crotch, her fingers digging deep in a desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable for just a little while longer.
    “I can’t! I’m really about to pee myself here! I’ll be quick, so just get up and let me go first, please!” she whined, glancing down at her friend with pleading, puppy dog eyes.
    “C-Come on, you’re not the only one who needs to pee, you know! I won’t be long, so just wait there a minute, okay?” Rika responded, seemingly not grasping the severity of Shizuku’s plight.
    Though, as the small wet spot on the twin-tailed girls’ underwear showed, Shizuku was doubtlessly not the only one waking up to an emergency. Her refusal was not just out of impatience, but worrying that she herself could not last a second longer. Not to mention, the cold presence around her butt had already dialed her desperation into overdrive. If she got up now, she would surely soak herself soon after.
    This wasn’t the first time the two had seen each other peeing anyway, and she didn’t have the heart to demand she go back outside and wait, given her current state. So, resigning herself, Rika leaned back and finally let her body relax.
    Almost immediately, a loud, gushing torrent sprayed forth from Rika into the toilet bowl below, splattering against the porcelain within with an incredible intensity. Her face melted into one of pure bliss, all the pent up pressure quickly fading away, a sigh of profound relief echoing out into the bathroom as the contents of her bladder filled the toilet bowl below. The sound of water splashing was a melody to her ears, grateful to make it with only a small leak this time. 
    She had experienced too many close calls lately, some of which ending much wetter than others, and the thought of not quite making it and facing another late-night laundry run to avoid an embarrassing confrontation with her roommate the morning after was something she dreaded.
    So enveloped in relief was she that Rika had, momentarily, completely forgotten about her desperate companion in front of her. Shizuku’s face contorted with a look of intense desperation as she looked down, her feet rapidly tapping the tile below as her palms clenched in as tight as they could, strained with the burden of holding back the massive floodgate that was beginning to show its cracks.
    It was all too much. Much too much. The sight was pure torture for the poor pup’s overly strained bladder. As her friend’s stream continued pouring into the toilet bowl below, splattering and echoing against the bathroom walls. Shizuku’s bladder had finally had enough. It refused to be left out.
    Shhpurrt!
    Suddenly, Shizuku’s feet were no longer tapping against the floor. Her body went stiff. Her cheeks flushed red as she felt the first sign of an imminent catastrophe. The initial spurt was so loud, so intense, that Rika could almost hear it through her own deafening stream. Shizuku felt it immediately, instantly soaking through her underwear, seeping through the fabric of her pajamas, and trickling through her fingers as a few golden drops fell down to the floor below.
    Sensing her friend’s impending crisis, Rika hovered just above the toilet bowl, urgently trying to halt her own business so she could hop aside and allow Shizuku to take her turn
    She tried her best to stop peeing, but her attempts were futile. All she could manage was to hover there, feeling increasingly awkward as her stream continued to splash into the bowl. 
    Shhpprrt.. ssshhh..
    Another spurt from Shizuku, this time longer and more sporadic. As the trickles mingled with her previous release, the spurts created a growing wet spot on the front of her pajamas, spreading and becoming more and more pronounced by the second. The fabric darkened and clung to her as it eagerly soaked up the warm liquids.
    Shhhhhsss...
    Each involuntary release after sent a shiver down the overwhelmed dog girl’s spine. She knew it was futile; there was no stopping it at this point. Her body was screaming for relief. Her palms soaked and dripping with pee, while the wet spot on her pajamas kept spreading, creeping further down her thighs with each passing second.
    Overwhelmed, tired, and frustrated, Shizuku couldn’t take it anymore. Without considering the consequences, she did the one thing that would seal her fate. Her fingers, once desperately trying to plug a hole that was cracking around her, pulled back. Her palms gently relaxed, and without another moment’s hesitation, the dam broke.
    Pffffssshhhhhhhhhhh!
    The trickle she had just barely been holding back immediately erupted into a torrent. A violent hiss echoed throughout the bathroom as her bladder unleashed its pent up contents with a vengeance.
    A waterfall of urine instantly saturated the front of her pajamas, which were already visibly damp from her previous leaks. The fabric glistened under the intense bathroom lights, the poor cotton fabric unable to keep up with the relentless deluge forced upon it.
    Surrendering herself completely, Shizuku’s face similarly melted in relief, though her own relief was accommodated with much redder cheeks. It was only a matter of seconds before the wet spot had spread down her thighs, completely soaking the front of her cotton pajamas to her knees. Whatever the pajamas couldn’t soak up in time, Shizuku felt ebbing down her thighs, wicking around before splattering out from the openings at the back of her leg holes, pooling around her ankles thereafter.
    Rika, meanwhile, could only helplessly fall back onto the toilet. Her mouth was open wide, watching in disbelief as her companion surrendered to her urges. Her eyes remained transfixed on the spreading wet spot as her own stream finally tapered down to a trickle, leaving only the deafening sound of Shizuku’s helpless accident filling the air. As the wet spot trailed down Shizuku’s legs, soaking her pajamas completely, the cotton fabric clung tightly to her skin. The once white bone patterns adorning the pink fabric turned a vibrant, deeply saturated yellow as the waterfall continued to pour down her legs, matching the hue of the quickly spreading puddle at the dog girl’s feet.
    Snapping to her senses, Rika swiftly stood up, hastily yanking her pajamas back around her waist before stepping aside and ushering Shizuku forward. 
    Still dizzy from relief, Shizuku simply plopped her butt upon the toilet bowl, pajamas still fully clad around her waist while peeing at full force.
    Within moments, the warm wetness that she felt pouring down her legs was quickly replaced by the feeling of her butt becoming absolutely drenched. No point in pulling them down now, she thought. She had already resigned herself to this fate, anyway.
    Leaning back, Shizuku let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of her pee puddling up against her butt as it seeped through her pajamas, trickling down into the toilet bowl below. Meanwhile, the remnants of her earlier stream continued to trickle down her legs, forming another small puddle at the base of the toilet.
    After what felt like several minutes, Shizuku’s stream finally died down, the last of the trickles splattering into the bowl below as the soaked dog girl gave one last sigh, this one a sigh of pure exhaustion. She can’t remember the last time she had to pee this badly. She can’t remember the last time peeing felt this _good_.
    She should have felt utterly humiliated. Despite how much she managed to get into the toilet, the soaked state of her pajamas and the puddles marking where she had stood moments before left no room for denial. She had just helplessly wet her pants like a little pup. Again. And in front of her newfound friend and roommate, no less.
    But she didn’t feel humiliated. She felt.. excited? Looking up at Rika, all she could do was smile awkwardly as her tail wagged subconsciously, a tinge of thrill coursing through her as she waited to see Rika’s reaction.
    Rika, meanwhile, felt a similar tinge of excitement coursing through her. Though she hadn’t intended to make Shizuku wet herself, she couldn’t deny the sight of helplessness and vulnerability sparked something primal within her as well. As Shizuku’s tail wagged in anticipation, Rika couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection and longing for her. Without a word, she stepped forward, placing her palm on the dog girl’s head, and ruffling her hair gently as she let out a sigh.
    “And here I was thinking I avoided having to do a laundry run tonight..” she playfully murmured, giving Shizuku a warm smile before stepping back and offering the dog girl a hand. “Now.. if you’re done peeing, what do you say we get you cleaned up?”
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to ChelsInRibbons in You Know What They Do To Girls Like Us In Brighter Days?   
    It's my birthday and Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth just came out, but I'm still taking time to give you all an update. You're welcome XD
    This chapter was really fun to write, and I hope you all love it as much as I do!
    Chapter Fifteen

                Ms. Akiyama was having a very different afternoon.

                About the time Rei was first finding Riley on the patio, Ms. Akiyama was pulling her car into a spot directly into front of a colorful, three-story concrete building. The outside walls were a continuous mural of girls of various ages playing. There was a large, wooden privacy fence that extended out from one corner of the building before wrapping around and connecting at the corner diagonal from the first. As she stepped out of her car, Ms. Akiyama could hear the gentle cacophony of girls playing from the other side of the fence. A large neon sign hung on the façade of the building with “Brighter Days Academy” spelled out in a rainbow. A smaller, more professional sign hung below that read “Institute of Behavioral Therapy for Young Adult Girls.”

                Ms. Akiyama walked through the tinted glass front doors into an immaculate and brightly-lit lobby. There were a few plush chairs set around the perimeter of the room that looked as though they had never been sat in, and neat piles of uncrumpled magazines sat on end tables by the chairs. There were wooden doors with spotless silver door handles to Ms. Akiyama’s right and left, and a reception desk directly in front of her.

                The desk was occupied with a young woman who clearly was the most organized receptionist any office had ever seen. Everything on her desk was neatly laid out and organized, not a thing seemed out of place, and everything seemed to have a place. She sat behind the desk, back straight, in a white blouse that left her warm beige arms bare. Her smile crinkled the corners of her brown eyes and showed off pearlescent brilliant teeth. Her nails were short but well-manicured, and her black hair cut in a shoulder-length bob. “Akiko” was printed on a name tag that was pinned to her chest.

                “Hello, welcome to Brighter Days Academy,” she chirped brightly. “How may I help you today?”

                Ms. Akiyama smiled at the young girl, vaguely wondering if she was old enough to be working as a receptionist in the first place. “I had an appointment for a consultation? Under Hana Akiyama?”

                “Fantastic,” Akiko replied as she turned towards her computer and began typing rapidly. “Yes, I see that appointment in the system. Thank you so much for coming in today, Mrs. Akiyama; we’re very excited to meet you and your child’s needs!”

                “Oh, Ms. Akiyama,” Ms. Akiyama corrected.

                “Oh, I’m very sorry,” the girl turned towards the computer, hit a few keys, and turned back, “I’ve corrected that in our system so it won’t happen again. Now, I see that,” she glanced towards the screen, “Dr. Welles will be your consultant today. I think you’ll like her; she’s very brilliant and will definitely be able to help you. I’ve already notified Dr. Welles that you are here, so she should be with you soon. Might I get you something to drink while you wait?”

                “A water would be wonderful, Akiko,” Ms. Akiyama responded with a smile. The young girl was so bright and cheerful, it was contagious. Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but wish Rei could be more like that.

                “Excellent, I’ll—”

                Before Akiko could finish the sentence, the door on Ms. Akiyama’s right opened, and a fit woman with brown, curly hair wearing a white lab coat over a tight black dress emerged with a clipboard in her hand. “Ms. Akiyama, I presume?”

                “Oh, um, yes,” Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but be caught off guard by their promptness. “Yes, that’s me.” One thing was certain about this place; it was efficient. “Are you Dr. Welles?”

                “Please,” the woman said, extending one arm to shake Ms. Akiyama’s hand, “call me Emma. If you’d like to follow me, we can get started!” The woman couldn’t match Akiko for bright and cheery (and who could?), but she was doing her hardest.

                “I’ll bring your water in to you,” Akiko said as Ms. Akiyama began following Emma Welles through the door.

                The door led to a short, carpeted hallway with walls adorned with what looked like the art projects of children of various ages and proficiencies. At the end, the hallway turned left, and Ms. Akiyama found herself staring down a much longer hallway with doors along each side.

                “This is really just the administrative wing,” Emma explained, “the real fun stuff happens through the left door. But still, we need offices to get some work done, right?” She said it with the cadence of a joke, but Ms. Akiyama wasn’t sure she got the joke. She chuckled politely anyway.

                “Thank you for coming in today,” Emma continued as she led Ms. Akiyama down the hall, “I’m always excited to help new clients get started on reaching their goals. And I’m sure you’ll find that we are well equipped to help you reach those goals, regardless of what they are.”

                “Well,” Ms. Akiyama replied, “I’m not really sure what my goals are, yet…exactly…”

                “And that’s okay!” Emma exclaimed. “We can help you with that, too. Here we go,” Emma stopped at one of the many doors, swung the door inward, and gestured for Ms. Akiyama to go ahead.

                The office was darker than what Ms. Akiyama had seen of the rest of the building by far. In contrast to the bright white, fluorescent lights of the hallway and lobby, Emma Welles’ office was lit by a few table lamps and the natural light streaming through the tinted windows that spanned the wall across from the door. A large desk made of dark wood dominated the room, flanked by shelves absolutely brimming with books.

                “Please,” Emma said, gesturing to one of the two plush chairs in front of the desk as she made her way around the desk to sit at the high-backed leather chair behind it. Ms. Akiyama noticed there were three more chairs pressed against the wall: all wooden, hard-backed chairs that looked better for your posture than your comfort.

                “So, Ms. Akiyama,” Emma said as she settled in to her chair, “tell me about your daughter.”

                “Well,” Ms. Akiyama started then stopped speaking for a long beat, trying to figure out where to begin.

                “What’s her name?” Emma prompted when Ms. Akiyama was coming up short. She was used to this from new clients; so many of them were just in so over their head that they needed to be guided by the hand.

                “Rei.”

                “What a pretty name,” Emma managed to keep it from sounding like a practiced response, “and how is she?”

                “She’s nineteen.”

                “Ah, what a magical age,” Emma smiled warmly and began typing on her laptop, recording Ms. Akiyama’s responses. “And I assume she is not emancipated?”

                “Correct.”

                “Excellent,” of course, it wasn’t truly a barrier since parents could revoke emancipation at any time for any reason, but Emma always liked to get any potential complications out of the way first. “Does she attend school?”

                “Yes, Greenham Community College.”

                Emma made a disapproving sound in her throat as she typed, “mm, that’s risky, you know. She could be getting exposed to all sorts of…problematic ideas there. I don’t want to make any official recommendations until we’ve talked about your goals, but I definitely recommend removing her from the college setting. Most girls Rei’s age can’t handle that kind of environmentl; they aren’t mature enough to make the right choices, you know?”

                Ms. Akiyama smiled awkwardly, “it’s just…she likes school, I feel bad taking it away.”

                “Oh!” Emma exclaimed, “well, that’s wonderful. We love a little girl who loves school; but there are a lot of healthier options that will be better for her and her development into a happy adult that we can explore, okay?”

                “Oh, well, okay,” Ms. Akiyama said uncertainly.

                “Don’t worry, Ms. Akiyama,” Emma reached across the desk and gave Ms. Akiyama’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “I’m here to help and guide you through this. I know it’s a lot and that it can sometimes seem hard to make these calls. So many of the clients I see come in and tell me that they feel like bad parents, but you know what I tell them?”

                “What?”

                “That just by walking through those doors they’ve shown me that they are a great parent,” Emma smiled reassuringly. “Just by walking through that door, they’ve shown how much they care about doing what is right for their daughter, and isn’t that what makes a great parent?”

                “I…I guess so…” Ms. Akiyama had to admit it did make sense.

                “I know how hard it is these days, Ms. Akiyama. Things are so different than when we were kids; the parenting lessons we learned from our parents just don’t apply anymore! Even the things we learned as parents don’t seem right anymore. I’m a mother myself, Ms. Akiyama; I know how it can feel like you’re lost and don’t know how to be a parent anymore. But you’re still that great parent you always were; you just need new tools to deal with new problems. Don’t worry, we’re here to give you those tools and teach you how to use them.”

                Yes, that was exactly what Ms. Akiyama needed. She nodded, feeling a sense of resolve; she was doing the right thing. “Thank you, Emma,” she said, sincerely, “you don’t know how hard I’ve fought with myself over the decision to come here today.”

                “Well, we’re glad you’re here, and, more importantly, you’re going to be glad you’re here. And most importantly? Rei is going to be glad you came here, I promise. This can often be a rough road, and especially if Rei is used to being in college, she’s likely to throw a temper tantrum or two, okay? But every girl I see come through here leaves happier, healthier, and better adjusted.”

                “It’s a relief to hear you say that.”

                “So,” Emma said, turning back to the matter at hand, “Rei is 19 and attends community college. Is she…willful?”

                Ms. Akiyama chuckled, “a little, yes; she can be very hard-headed and stubborn.”

                “Mmm, I see,” Emma typed for a moment, “and does she get good grades?”

                “Oh, yes! Like I said, she loves school. If anything, she studies too much.”

                “Mmm, yes, we see that a lot in girls like Rei,” though Emma didn’t say quite what she meant by ‘girls like Rei.’ “Does she have a father figure?”

                Ms. Akiyama shook her head, “her father died of cancer some years ago.”

                “I’m sorry to hear that,” Emma gave her a consoling smile. “Any other guardian or caretaker figures in her life?”

                “No.”

                “Any behavioral problems?”

                “No…well, not really, but…”

                “Go ahead, Ms. Akiyama, you can tell me.”

                “I recently found out she was taking a gender studies course—”

                “Goodness!”

                “—and she lied about it too.”

                “Oh my,” Emma shook her head, “that’s troubling. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what kind of filth those classes fill young girls’ heads with. I simply don’t understand why they still allow them to be taught. I’m glad you came in when you did, Ms. Akiyama; it sounds like Rei is need of major intervention.”

                “Well,” Ms. Akiyama said nervously, “I don’t know about major. I was thinking more of…well, just something to curb her worse tendencies and make sure she stays out of trouble.”

                Emma turned away from the computer and fully towards Ms. Akiyama. “Let me ask you this: what are your goals for Rei? What do you want for her, ultimately?”

                Ms. Akiyama considered the question for a moment but gave the answer that had come to her immediately: “I just want her to be happy and safe.”

                “Girls like Rei have often already been exposed to ideas and radical leftist propaganda that can make it hard for them to be happy. Call it the legacy of so many years of misguided feminism. There are still some fringe elements pushing that feminist narrative, but we, as a culture, have moved past it, thank God. We know now that all the feminist dreck pushed by unhappy women was exactly what was making them unhappy; but some women refuse to accept that, and they push it on to young girls, girls like Rei, If you want Rei to be happy, you have to help her realize that all that stuff her college has put in her head is the reason she’ll never be happy. To put it bluntly, girls like Rei will never be happy until they accept their place in the world.”

                Before Ms. Akiyama could finish processing everything Emma had just said, there was a polite tapping at the door.

                “That must be Akiko with your water,” Emma said before calling out for the girl to come in.

                The door opened to admit Akiko, who Ms. Akiyama now saw was wearing brightly polished Mary Jane shoes, black knee socks, and a pleated black skirt that came to mid-thigh. She was carrying a small tray with a glass full of ice and a bottle of water that was sweating with condensation and walked with a bit of a waddle that explained the rustling Ms. Akiyama could hear from under the girls’ skirt.

                “Ms. Akiyama, your water,” she said as she set two coasters on the table before setting the glass and bottle of water down on top of them. Tucking the tray under her arm, she picked the bottle back up, cracked the seal, and poured it over the ice. “Is there anything else I may get for you, Ms. Akiyama?”

                “No, thank you so much.”

                “You are very welcome,” she beamed at Ms. Akiyama, then turned to Emma. “Dr. Welles, may I get you anything?”

                “No, thank you, Akiko, you may go,” Emma smiled as she watched the girl leave, then turned back to Ms. Akiyama. “Akiko is one of our students; she’s part of a work education program through her extended high school program. She’s a lovely girl.”

                “She seems so…happy,” Ms. Akiyama remarked, “I almost wish Rei were more like her,” she added giving voice to her earlier thoughts.

                “Rei can be,” Emma smiled, “after all, Brighter Days is responsible for molding Akiko into the girl she is today. It takes a lot of work though, Ms. Akiyama. You were saying you weren’t sure if you wanted to do any kind of major behavioral therapy for Rei, but I’ll caution you now that, based off what you’ve told me about Rei, she’s going to need more than just some minor adjustments to make sure she stays out of trouble.”

                Ms. Akiyama considered this for a moment. “What do you suggest?” she asked at last.

                “Well,” Emma leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers, “as I already said, I think the first and most important step is getting her out of college.”

                Ms. Akiyama’s brow furrowed, “Rei won’t be happy about that.”

                “As I said, Ms. Akiyama, temper tantrums are just part of the process. Think of it this way: if she reacts poorly, that’s a sign that she’s not mature enough to handle herself.”

                “That…makes sense…”

                “And like I said, we love little girls that love school! We certainly don’t want to squash that love of learning and education; we just want to make sure it’s nurtured in a safe and healthy way that will help her grow up into a well-adjusted adult.”

                “Something like an extended high school program?”

                “Extended high school programs are really best for girls who are already on their way to growing up to be happy, healthy adult women. I recommend them most for girls whose parents are choosing to extend their teen years. It can also be a good starting point, a way to test the waters, if you will, for more drastic measures, or to see if they really are necessary in the first place. I’ll caution you, however, that this often isn’t enough for girls like Rei. If you really want to make sure she learns and more important accepts her place and grows up to be a healthy and happy adult, I highly recommend incorporating other behavioral therapies. In fact, in girls like Rei, we often see the problem behaviors become worse if you don’t use other behavioral therapies.”

                “Like what?”

                “Well,” Emma leaned forward in her chair, “potty training regression is certainly our most potent tool.”

                Ms. Akiyama nodded; she had expected this conversation to come up. She tried to picture Rei in a tshirt and diaper like Megan had been and just couldn’t muster the image. “I’m just…not sure about that…”

                “I understand, Ms. Akiyama, it seems drastic. But girls like Rei often need drastic measures.”

                “Rei is a good girl though, really,” Ms. Akiyama said. “She’s a little misguided right now, but she’s a good girl.”

                Emma gave her best reassuring smile, but she couldn’t keep all of the condescension out of it. “With respect, Ms. Akiyama, we here at Brighter Days have a lot of experience in these matters, and we’ve found that potty training regression is the backbone to any behavioral therapy treatment. While it’s true that it was once considered a radical technique, it’s not considered quite mainstream! Really, it is! Over 80% of young girls ages eighteen to twenty-eight wear pull-ups or diapers. Here, see for yourself.” Emma reached into her desk and produced a glossy pamphlet that she slid across the table.

                Ms. Akiyama picked the pamphlet up: the cover featured a girl in her early twenties whose body language spoke of a desperate need to pee and a older looking woman standing behind her with a knowing smile. The pamphlet was titled “Fast Facts About Potty Training Regression Therapy.”

                “To be honest, Emma,” Ms. Akiyama said, setting the pamphlet back on the desk, “I just don’t get it. It’s really only been lately that I’ve even considered any kind of…regressive behavioral therapy for Rei; I never quite understood why other parents thought it was good for their children. I think I’m finally starting to see the benefits of this kind of therapy, but…” Ms. Akiyama sighed and shook her head, “I just don’t understand why it’s necessary to put Rei…back in diapers.”

                Emma nodded understandingly, “Believe it or not, many of our clients have only recently begun to think about this therapy, and many express that same sentiment. You see, the whole reason we see so many behavioral problems in girls in the eighteen to twenty-eight range is that they still see themselves as adults. They have notions of independence and freedom that girls their age simply aren’t ready for. That’s why they are so susceptible to all the feminist drivel we were talking about earlier, right?” She chuckled dismissively. “So, you see, potty training regression is a way of kind of…dissuading them from such ideas. It’s hard to think you’re an adult who is ready to make decisions for themselves when you can’t keep your pants dry; I mean, just imagine that. Of course, that’s just the main benefit, there are numerous other benefits as well. For example, potty training regression strengthens the bond between mother and daughter by creating a feeling of dependency, and being reliant on mom for diaper changes can minimize time spent away from home. Not to mention, it discourages intimate behavior with boys.”

                Ms. Akiyama had picked up the pamphlet again and was scanning over the pages of the pamphlet as Emma spoke. What she was saying made sense, but…could she really do this?

                “I don’t know,” Ms. Akiyama set the pamphlet down again and looked at the woman across from her. “I guess this is a silly question but…is it…permanent?”

                “Oh, no, of course not,” Emma waved her the very notion of the idea away with her hand. “Once a girl is old enough and ready for it, she can always be re-potty trained. Of course,” Emma laughed, “some girls do have more problems with re-potty training than others, but that’s no different than the first time.”

                Ms. Akiyama smiled fondly and laughed lightly, suddenly she was a mom just gossiping about her kinds to another mom. “Rei was such a hassle to potty train; she’d die if anyone knew, but she was accident prone until she was 12 and wet the bed until she was 15.”

                Emma giggled and nodded, “that’s actually excellent news! Girls who were late potty trainers and/or bedwetters tend to be more susceptible to potty training regression. It suggests you will have excellent results!”

                Ms. Akiyama’s smile faded and she sighed. She was silent for a long moment; Emma recognized that thoughtful look from countless clients before Ms. Akiyama and gave the woman time to think. “Let’s say,” she said finally, “that I was actually considering doing this, and, really, that’s all I’m doing right now, how…how does it even work?”

                Emma grinned from ear to ear. “Well, Ms. Akiyama, we have so many tools and resources to help you with this process. And it is a process! While most of our clients see results within the first thirty days of starting therapy, you can’t expect results overnight. With the proper tools and strategies, most girls do see regression fairly quickly, but for some girls that first accident can take weeks. More importantly, the process is unique for each girl. For example, for some girls its enough just to put them in pull-ups and inevitably they give in themselves; that, of course, is not the kind of girl Rei is. For girls like Rei, it’s best to start with inducing accidents, making her doubt her own potty training, and leading her to pull-ups or even diapers from there.”

                “But…inducing accidents? How do you even start to do that?”

                “Well, if you decide to buy a therapy package from us, we will individualize a plan for Rei that will include a mix of methods, mostly likely including some medicines that will help loosen up her bladder, white noise induction machines for bedtime that will encourage bedwetting, a regiment of diuretics, and actionable plans to keep her distracted from using the toilet. If we couple this with enrollment at an extended high school program, we can write doctor’s notes instructing teachers to reinforce the therapy through prohibiting restroom breaks during class and other such strategies.”

                And that brought them to the question Ms. Akiyama had been dreading, “and, uh, how much do these therapy packages cost?”

                Emma smiled warmly, “there’s a misconception that these kinds of individualized behavioral therapy programs are expensive, and that’s because, well, that used to be the case! But the fact is, insurance companies are actually required to cover regressive behavioral therapy under the Hayes Act! You’ll pay a small copay depending on your insurance, and any prescription drugs we prescribe as part of your therapy plan will be covered as per any prescription. Of course, that is not to say there aren’t some financial burdens to this kind of therapy. For example, insurance companies usually do not cover things like new furniture for Rei’s new lifestyle and most other supplies you’ll likely need.”

                “Furniture?”

                “Oh, yes, you know, things like playpens, cribs, changing tables.”

                Ms. Akiyama shook her head, “well, I don’t think Rei will be needing any of that.”

                “Mm, of course not, but it’s good to know what’s covered and what’s not, just in case you decide to change your mind. And as for the other supplies, while insurance doesn’t cover things like bottles, sippy-cups, or pull-ups or diapers, we at Brighter Days partner with many manufacturers to offer starter packs and discounts on regular purchases. We can even sign you up for a delivery service that will keep you and Rei stocked in pull-ups or diapers. Or a mix of both!”

                Ms. Akiyama sighed, “I don’t know, this is a lot, isn’t it?”

                “It is,” Emma leaned forward in her chair and gave Ms. Akiyama a sympathetic look, “and that’s why we are here to help.”

                “I’m just not sure that Rei needs all of this…”

                “This can be a difficult decision for many parents, Ms. Akiyama, but keep in mind that the longer you wait, the more drastic the measures you may have to take.” Emma let that sink if for a minute, then continued, “Ms. Akiyama, may I make a suggestion?”

                A little hope flickered in Ms. Akiyama’s eyes amidst the confusion, “yes, please, I just…don’t even know where to start.”

                “That’s natural, Ms. Akiyama,” Emma said as she reached into her desk and pulled out a thick three-ring binder, “and that’s why so many parents come to us. This may all be very new and overwhelming for you, but we here at Brighter Days have seen it all and been through it so many times with children of various levels of resistance to this kind of therapy; we’re experts! You may not know where to begin, Ms. Akiyama, but we do.” She gave Ms. Akiyama her biggest, most confident smile and opened the binder to exact page she wanted (it was one of her most frequently used selling points, after all, so why not have it marked?).

                The top of the glossy page read “So, you’ve decided you want a daughter who wets the bed.”

                “Bedwetting?” Ms. Akiyama asked.

                “Bedwetting.” Emma replied confidently. “This is an excellent starting point, Ms. Akiyama. It can be perfect for minor attitude adjustments; so, if you’re right and Rei just needs a little push in the right direction, this might be all you need to get her there! It doesn’t impact her life outside of bedtime, still allows her to be independent and feel like ‘big girl,’ but still gives her that little bit of a nudge towards being the obedient daughter you are looking for! And if the worst case scenario happens and Rei needs a little stronger push, this establishes the foundation for further behavioral therapy perfectly.”

                “I suppose…I suppose that does make sense,” Ms. Akiyama replied after a moment of thought. She sighed. “I guess…my biggest reservation is that I’m still not sure how this all works. It’s not like she doesn’t know that this kind of…therapy exists, won’t she immediately suspect what I’m up to when she walks up one morning to find she’s wet the bed?”

                Emma smiled reassuringly, “that’s a concern many parents have. That’s one of the reasons why for so many girls, it’s best to introduce diapers and let the girls come to using them on their own. But as I’ve said, we’ve dealt with girls of varying levels of resistance to therapy; that’s why each plan is individualized for each girl, so that we can figure out ways to keep them from suspecting anything until it’s too late!”

                Ms. Akiyama shifted in her seat a little, slightly uncomfortable with the ‘until it’s too late’ part, but…who was she kidding? The phrasing might be blunt, but it wasn’t incorrect.

                “Thankfully,” Emma continued, seemingly unaware of Ms. Akiyama’s temporary discomfort, “with Rei, we have a perfect, shall we say, alibi for you.”

                “We do?”

                Emma nodded, “After all, didn’t you say Rei wet the bed until she was fifteen? It’s certainly not inconceivable that she return to that little bad habit, don’t you think?” Emma got a mischievous smile, “It’s especially common in girls who are dealing with all the pressure and demands of college. Of course, you’ll have to do your part to sell her on it, but we can include it as part of her nighttime induction to make it easy for you.”

                “You mentioned this…nighttime induction earlier. What is it?”

                “Oh!” Emma reached into another drawer and brought out a small, white plastic appliance, about the size of a digital alarm clock. “The first night you start treatment, you’ll put this in her room, plug it in,” she swivel in her chair a bit to plug it into an outlet behind her desk, “and turn it on,” she pressed a button and a sound like falling rain filled the room, “and it will play this white noise. However, while what you are listening to right now is, I assure you, just harmless static, Rei’s will have subaudible suggestive inductions playing underneath the static to help plant ideas in her head.”

                “Subaudible suggestive inductions? Like…hypnosis?”

                “Well,” Emma replied, smiling with a hint of condescension, “it’s not dissimilar from hypnosis, but hypnosis is, well…it can be effective, sure, but its powers are very limited compared to what most people believe. For example, no amount of hypnosis can truly affect a sleeping person; contrary to popular belief, a person must be conscious and capable of hearing hypnosis in order for it to work. Subaudible suggestive induction is a patented technology perfected by Brighter Days scientists that can do everything hypnosis can, but better and without the patient ever knowing. The downside is that, like the name implies, it’s just a suggestion, so we must reinforce it while the patient is awake in order to cement the idea in place. Here,” Emma pulled a brochure out of the top drawer of her desk and handed it to Ms. Akiyama, “you can read all about it in this, but the bottom line is that it’s completely safe and very effective.”

                Ms. Akiyama took the brochure and glanced over it for a moment before putting it on the desk. “Is all of this…reversible?”

                “Oh, yes! Behavioral therapy targets cognition, not the physical body, so it is very reversible. However, that is not to say the body isn’t affected; once girls stop using those muscles that keep them from having accidents, those muscles tend to start to weaken, hence why re-potty training is necessary. That said, when a girl only experiences potty-training regression in the form of bedwetting, it typically only takes two or three weeks for the bedwetting to clear up once treatment has stopped. Of course,” Emma added, “as I said, how easy a girl was to potty train the first time remains a good predictor of how quickly they’ll recover, so, for Rei, it might be a couple months, but it will definitely clear up eventually.”

                “Does anyone ever…not recover?”

                This was one of Emma’s least favorite questions to answer, but she smiled and did her best, “Well, Ms. Akiyama, the truth is that, yes, some girls never quite recover their potty training. But I assure you, the number of girls who are unable to fully re-potty train is really, truly statistically insignificant, and our behavioral scientists believe these cases to be more related to an emotional or cognitive resistance to re-potty training rather than a physical inability. That is to say, some girls don’t seem to even want to re-potty train!” Emma’s laugh was a little forced.

                “I don’t know…” Ms. Akiyama sighed. She thought back to when Rei was still wetting the bed. It had been a huge source of embarrassment for the girl, especially in the later years when regressive behavioral therapy started becoming mainstream. She had been so happy and relieved when she finally stopped. Could Ms. Akiyama really do that to her again? But, then again, if it could keep her from filling her head with all sorts of impossible ideas that would prevent her from finding happiness in this new world or, God forbid, falling in with the wrong crowd and getting herself in serious trouble…

                And after all, Rei may have been embarrassed by her bedwetting, but she was still able to live a normal life outside of that, just like Emma had said. And that was when most of her peers didn’t wet the bed, technically Rei was in the minority for not wetting the bed now.

                Ms. Akiyama took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s do this.”

                Emma grinned, “I think that’s an excellent decision, Ms. Akiyama. Now, let’s talk details and make an action plan. Because each induction machine must be program specifically for each child, you won’t be able to get started until tomorrow, but I’m confident you’ll be changing Rei’s wet sheets before the weekend is over.”
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    Erica looked at her watch for the 10th time in less than 3 minutes, still only 5:30!  She gave a big sigh as she squeezed her thighs together.  Erica was certain her friends would once again be treated to the spectacle of her humiliation at the hands of her sister. The best she could hope for at this point was that Julie wouldn't come up with any additional enhancements to the punishment Erica was about to earn. Erica swirled her mop in the bucket, the sloshing water teasing her full bladder. 
    A twinge of pain caused Erica to grimace.  She shoved her left hand into the crotch of her jeans, the added help from her fingers gave Erica's panties a short reprieve from the flood of urine threatening to explode from her body.
    The door to the men's room creaked as Erica returned her mop to the bucket. Mr Swanson, the teacher who had written up Grace for her first accident at school, smiled at Erica as he approached the first urinal. “Ms Campbell, I'm happy to see you are dry.”
    “I won't be much longer”, whimpered Erica as she squirmed near her cleaning cart. The sound of splashing urine was nearly too much for the desperate mother.  Erica stamped her right foot as her leg trembled, she recognized the signs of an impending loss of bladder control.   She prayed Mr Swanson would hurry so she didn't have to wet herself in front of him. 
    Erica potty danced as the teacher zipped up his trousers. To her dismay he was a hygienic man who walked to the sink to wash his hands before leaving. As Mr Swanson turned on the faucet Erica could handle no more.  She felt the warmth in her pants before realizing the pain between her legs was subsiding.  “Damn it!” she muttered.
    Mr Swanson looked up from the sink when he heard Erica curse.  The 42 year old mother closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look her daughter's algebra teacher in the eyes as she pissed her pants.  The familiar warmth spread down her thighs, crept up her buttocks, and curved around her calves before the distinct dripping sound onto the tile floor signaled the complete saturation of her jeans.  
    Even though it was not her first time wetting in front of a witness, Erica still felt an intense shame as she opened her eyes.  Mr Swanson smirked and gave a small chuckle, “At least I don't have to write up a discipline referral like I did for Grace; the PTA Conduct Committee will deal with you without me having to fill out extra paperwork.”  The door closed behind Mr Swanson, Erica heard him talking to himself as he walked away, “Now I see where Grace learned that despicable behavior.”
    ******************************
    When the PTA meeting started Erica noticed Casidy Bowman was not squirming as she had the day before; the dark stains down the legs of Cassidy's leggings gave an immediate explanation for her improved composure.  A slight sniff also revealed that none of the women were likely to have brown stains in their underwear during the Local Amendment 26 inspection. 
    The hearing docket was short.  Melissa Palmer was sanctioned 2 hours of service to the school and 6 swats after her son David was caught for a second offense of swearing at school. Then Cassidy Bowman was called forward to answer for Adam's third hygiene violation. 
    The Committee Chair looked at Cassidy, “What actions did you take last night to address the issue of your son's choice to void his bladder in his pants, again?”
    “Same as the night before,” answered Cassidy.  “I punished him again.”
    “And what about yourself?” inquired the Committee Chair.  “What example did you set after wetting and soiling yourself during yesterday's hearing?”
    Cassidy appeared flustered, “Um, there… there…there's nothing.  I mean, my accident was only because I'm not allowed while serving my sanctions.”
    The Committee Chair glared at Cassidy, “Didn't we talk yesterday about that being no different than your son wetting himself at school while on restriction during his punishment?”
    Cassidy shrugged, “He didn't even try, he just pissed his pants on purpose.  I at least tried!”
    A roll of the eyes and a shake of the head was the only response from the Committee Chair. In short order the Conduct Committee ordered Cassidy Bowman to the standard sanctions for the mother of a 3 time hygiene offender: 100 swats and 100 hours of service to the school, all of which included no restroom access during her sanctions. Cassidy moped as she took her place next to the other moms to await her official inspection for Local Amendment 26. 
    Bethany Vargas was called forward and took her position in front of Mrs Lind, her wet pants prominently on display. Maria's mother was quickly spanked and returned to the side of the stage.  Erica was next and met with the same fate.  Bethany and Erica were quite familiar with the humiliating process and neither found It necessary to cry anymore; Cassidy Bowman however cried like a baby.
    Heather Blanc had finished her service hours the previous day, but Erica found Sophie Larkin to be equally bothersome; Erica was pleased to see Sophie struggle with her emotions as she was called forward and told to place her hands on her head and spread her legs to be inspected.
    “The external visual inspection shows no staining, there is a very slight odor of urine,” announced Mrs Lind. After putting her hand on Sophie's butt and between her legs Mrs Lind shared, “She has dampness between her thighs, there is no mass over her buttocks.”   Tears streamed down Sophie's face as Mrs Lind pulled down Sophie's pants to reveal pink underwear with a dark stain in the gusset.  “Her underwear has visible urine staining.”
    “For failure to maintain your cleanliness during your sanction you will receive 10 swats,” decreed the chair of the committee.  Erica nodded approvingly as Mrs Lind made Sophie bend over. 
    Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…. Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…Thwack 
    The look of shame from Sophie's face allowed Erica a sense of peace as she prepared to go home and face Julie. 
    *********************
    The cars in Erica's driveway signaled that her friends had once again been summoned by Julie so they could bear witness to the upcoming punishment.  When she entered the living room to take up her punishment stance, her friends and their husbands all watched with expressions of amusement and excitement. At first Erica felt betrayed that her friends took enjoyment in her plight, but she quickly remembered how much she enjoyed watching and gossiping as other women had been sanctioned at the start of the Maternal Responsibility Act, and she understood that she would have been just as excited if the shoe was on the other foot. 
    Erica stood with her hands on her head as Julie lectured about  her poor bladder control and the inappropriate example she was setting for Grace.  As Julie ranted, Erica heard her daughter quietly whisper, “I'm sorry mom.”
    As Julie explained the upcoming punishment to the assembled witnesses, Erica heard how Julie intended to increase her punishment. “Tonight's punishment will start with 40 swats over your wet jeans. I will administer the first 10, then Katie, Martha, and Amy will each administer 10. The first 40 will be with our hands. When it comes time to strip off your pants the belt will be used to give you 30 more on your bare butt.”
    Erica bent forward, soon she felt the light touch of her sister's hand resting on her damp bottom.  The light touch was quickly replaced by the sting of being spanked. Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! 
    Katie took her turn next, she gave Erica's butt a short squeeze before she began, “Oh, that's firmer than it looks.  No wonder the single dads go to PTA meetings when you're listed for paddling!”  Katie's comment may have been playful, but her hand was all business.  Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! 
    Martha stepped behind her friend and placed her hand on the damp denim. “I know it's unpleasant to be spanked for wetting yourself, but you are doing the right thing by letting Grace see this.”  Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! 
    Amy was much more timid than her friends as she approached Erica's backside. Amy said nothing as she reluctantly gave the short spanking.  Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap! 
    With the hand spankings finished Erica mentally prepared herself for the more severe portion of her punishment. She knew the hand spanking was more about embarrassment than pain; she was also aware that next time,  Julie was likely to have her friend's husbands putting their hands on her butt to give the spanks. As embarrassing as it had been getting spanked by her friends, it paled in comparison to the intense shame she once again felt as her wet panties were placed on her face. Smelling her own accident was by far the worst part of her punishment, she'd gladly take triple the belting to avoid the disgusting reminder of her lack of control. 
    Soon her bare bottom was feeling the sharp sting of the belt being wielded by her sister. Thwack … Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Hissssss 
    “Oh my!” exclaimed Martha.  “It's happening again.”
    As the last of her urine dripped onto the towel at her feet Erica tried not to whimper; the sobs made her inhale sharply and she hated the smell of her panties. 
    Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…Thwack!
    As her friends chatted for the next 2 hours, Erica contemplated the next couple weeks of her life.  She had 9 more days of community service, plus 2 upcoming Saturday corporal punishment sessions.  Erica knew her bladder control history during her Maternal Responsibility Act sanctions was poor, she was likely to find herself in this position many more times. 
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to The Dark Wolf in Wet Bathroom Prank   
    I thought I'd write one more about just wetting and see if anyone likes it before I decide not to write anymore.
    ...
    Two very attractive girls of age 20 were having a sleepover one night.
    Tina had blonde hair, and was currently wearing fluffy, relatively tight-fitting pink onesie pajamas. She was very playful and energetic, and quite a prankster.
    Sally had brown hair, and was currently wearing fluffy blue pajama pants and shirt. She was a tomboy, but was very prone to jumpscares. In fact, on their last sleepover, a jumpscare during a movie had made her wet her shorts. She had laughed about this with Tina, indicating that she felt no shame in it.
    And this gave Tina an idea for a prank. After a night of fun, in which they both drank a lot of soda, they climbed into their beds, Tina in her bedroom and Sally in the spare room, and Sally went to sleep.
    Tina, however, stayed awake. She tiptoed past Sally's bedroom, and heard her soft snoring. Now that she knew Sally was asleep, it was time to enact her prank. She tiptoed into the kitchen, made a big pot of coffee, and drank the entire thing. She would need it to stay awake for this. Then, she walked over to her closet, opened it, and pulled out a werewolf mask. She put the mask on, tiptoed into the bathroom nearest to Sally's room, and climbed into the empty bathtub, laying down inside it.
    She wasn't sure whether Sally would wake up in the morning or in the middle of the night. But given how much she had drank, and that she had not used the bathroom before bed, Tina knew that when Sally did wake up, she would have to pee really badly. Surely she would enter this bathroom, and when she did, Tina intended to scare her into wetting herself. She knew from the movie jumpscare incident that Sally wouldn't mind, and would find it funny.
    About an hour later, Tina had to go to the bathroom. Not only had she drank as much as Sally tonight, but she also drank a full pot of coffee. She considered getting out of the tub to use the toilet. But she thought, what if Sally woke up and entered the bathroom now? Then her prank would be ruined. She'd just have to hold it.
    Another hour went by and Tina's need to pee grew more and more intense. She was fidgeting in the tub, hoping that she wasn't being loud enough to wake Sally and alert her to her prank. She had to pee really badly, and at this point, unless Sally came in sooner than was most likely, she didn't think she could hold it long enough.
    She considered her options. Getting out of the tub and using the toilet, again, was too risky in case Sally entered the bathroom. She could try to hold it, but she didn't think she'd make it. Or she could just wet herself. This didn't actually sound like a bad idea now that she thought about it. After all, her goal tonight was to make Sally wet herself too. So what harm would there be if they both had wet pajamas?
    She decided to hold it. She was sure it would end wet for her, but then she'd at least see how long she could hold it for and what a full blown loss of control would feel like.
    Just as she was thinking this, she leaked a little, dampening her underwear. She let out a little whimper, then put her hands over her mouth, hoping that she had not woken Sally. But Sally's snoring could still be heard.
    Every few minutes, Tina leaked some more. Her bladder was overflowing and she was having a harder time holding it. Furthermore, with each leak, her underwear was wetter, and soon her pajamas were a bit damp. The wetness made it harder for her to hold it. At this point, she was sure that if she tried to get up, she'd lose it and wet herself all the way. Her heart was beating fast with excitement at the fact that she was about to have a full blown wetting. She always thought this was funny whenever it came up in movies, but hadn't experienced it herself as far as she could remember. Now that it came down to it, she was sure she would really enjoy this.
    Soon she went from leaking every few minutes to dribbling in her panties, which were sopping wet by now, and the crotch and butt of her pajamas soon went from damp to wet. She fidgeted some more, and then, to see what would happen, she stopped moving. What use was fidgeting when she would definitely end up peeing herself all the way?
    There came a few leaks in succession, lasting a few seconds. She was able to stop peeing for about a second each time, but her pajamas were getting wetter and wetter. And then came a leak she couldn't stop. Despite her efforts, her stream just grew stronger, soaking the crotch and butt of her pajamas and forming a puddle under her, which flowed towards the drain. Tina was peeing her pajamas, and she couldn't stop it. Realizing this, she relaxed her holding muscles completely and peed harder, sighing of immense relief. A loud hissing noise could be heard, but not loud enough to wake Sally.
    As she peed, Tina noticed the warm, wet feeling, combined with the sense of relief as her overflowing bladder emptied itself, and she couldn't deny it felt amazing. She had a feeling this would not be the last time she wet herself, and she would definitely experiment with this in the future, and maybe get Sally to tickle her into wetting herself sometime. She giggled thinking about this. She was very ticklish and so she was looking forward to it.
    After a little over two minutes, Tina finally stopped peeing. She sighed of relief and felt the crotch and butt of her pajamas. They were soaking wet. She giggled quietly at the fact that she had just peed herself. Of course, if things went as intended, she wouldn't be the only one in wet pajamas, which would make it even better.
    She lay in her wet pajamas for hours. Sally stayed asleep for the night. Tina stayed awake, between the coffee and her excitement at both what had happened and what was yet to come. As her pajama pants were now merely damp, she had to pee again. This time, she just let it all out in her pajamas, sighing of relief and then giggling at the fact that she was deliberately peeing herself.
    At 7:00 in the morning, she heard Sally's alarm go off.
    ...
    Sally woke up to the sound of her alarm. She sat up, stretched her arms, and yawned.
    The first thing she noticed was that she had to pee really badly. This was to be expected, as she had drank a lot last night and not used the bathroom before bed. She would always stay in bed until the last minute, but her need to pee was so intense that if she waited much longer she'd have an accident.
    So she got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She turned the light on, closed the door, and made her way towards the toilet.
    Immediately, a werewolf in pink pajamas sprung out of the tub and made a loud, almost roaring sound with her arms raised in clawing motions in front of her.
    Sally let out a high-pitched squeal, and immediately she wet her pajama pants. Once she was over the jumpscare, Sally could feel her pajama pants growing warm and wet. She tried to stop peeing, but it was no use, and a puddle grew where she stood.
    Tina removed her werewolf mask. "Gotchya!" she said.
    Sally laughed. "How long have you been in there?"
    "Since you fell asleep. I drank a big pot of coffee to stay awake. So it wasn't long before I had to go really badly, and I didn't make it either." She felt her wet pajamas with a big smile on her face.
    Sally noticed the wetness on Tina's pajamas for the first time. "Hehe, now we're both wet."
    Tina giggled. "It was actually really fun. How would you like to tickle me the first time I say I have to pee today?"
    "I'd love to." Sally finished peeing and sighed of relief. "And now I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore."
    "Me neither!"
    "We should wash up."
    "How would you like to take a bath in your pajamas?"
    "Hmmm... Sounds like fun!'
    So Tina and Sally took a bath in their wet pajamas, scrubbing each other with soap. They found this even more fun than wetting themselves. Once they were clean, they removed their pajamas, unabashedly exposing their underwear. Tina wore a pink bra and panties, and Sally wore a black bra and boyshort panties. They dried themselves off, and then put on their daytime outfits. For Tina, a white T-shirt and short, pink, skintight shorts. For Sally, a black T-shirt and short, tight jean shorts, the same pair she had peed in on their last sleepover.
    They had breakfast and coffee and sat on the couch watching one of their favorite movies. Tina was a bit tired from staying up so long, so she'd take a nap right after Sally left. But there was something she wanted to do first.
    Soon enough, Tina had to pee. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said, and she stood up and walked slowly towards the bathroom, hoping Sally would remember what she said.
    Sally smiled, walked up behind Tina, and tickled her sides.
    Tina started to laugh uncontrollably. "HAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHA! I'M GONNA PEE! HAHAHAHA!"
    Sally just tickled harder, and Tina wet her shorts. Yellow waterfalls flowed down her legs and formed a puddle at her feet. Once she stopped peeing, Sally stopped tickling. "Looks like someone had a little accident," she said with a smile.
    Tina felt her wet shorts and giggled.
    She stayed in her wet shorts until Sally left, and then climbed into her bed to take her nap, without changing into anything dry.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to AlphaCentauri in Angelica and Lily - The Complete Saga   
    Chapter 11 - Campus Tour
    Specific tags: business attire
     
                    Angelica stirred in her turbulent sleep. Her languid eyelids barely cracked, enough for her still hypnopompic semiconsciousness to reach a listless arm to her phone to check the time through the brown strands of her mussed bedhead. 5:52. She didn’t need to be up for over another hour. The arm fell again, like the limb of a marionette cut loose.

                    Brian was already out of the house. His shift meant leaving no later than 5:30, which meant waking up by 5. Angelica, though a morning person, still admired his resilience in maintaining such a spartan routine. She, meanwhile, relished the extra time in bed this morning. The night before, the two of them had stayed up late watching North & South—the British one—while eating Mexican takeout food. By the time it had wrapped up and she’d gotten to bed it was almost one, which was about as close to partying as she ever came.

                    The food of choice, though, had been giving her vivid dreams all through the night, and right now, in the REM sleep of the morning, her mind turned to the events at the concert, three days prior.

                    In her dreams, Angelica imagined having to pee again, outside the bathroom. She danced back and forth, experiencing anew the sensation of the imminent flood. Unlike at the concert, though, it was Brian in the bathroom, and he let her in. But then she couldn’t get her pants to unbutton, and then Brian said, “you know it’s hot when you pee your pants, right?” and kissed her. She kissed him back, and then she was wetting herself again. Then they were having sex in the bathroom again (with no explanation of how she got her pants down), but she was still peeing herself, and somehow the two were the same thing.

                    Then, in the midst of it, there was the person knocking at the door again, just as there had been in real life. This time, though, they opened the door to find not a fresh puddle with no trace of its maker (as they had in actuality), but instead, a scared-looking young woman, holding her crotch desperately, even though it was clear she had already had an accident. She looked at them both and said, “I really need to pee!”

                    In her dream, Angelica was still peeing, but looked back at the woman and said, “go in your pants, then.” And the woman stared at her, white-faced, and started wetting her pants again. Then Angelica looked over at Brian, and he had an erection again, and the next thing she knew, they were back to making love. But then the woman said, “I still need to go!” and farted a comically long blast before pooping her panties as well. And in the muddled and bizarre dream logic, the woman was Lily, going in her jeans when Angelica had told her to during the car ride (which in the dream was what had happened), and mysteriously was herself also, peeing herself outside the bathroom door—and all of it was turning her on.

                    It shouldn’t have been a surprise, then, when Angelica rose from the depths of her bewildered slumber just enough to slide one hand between her legs and feel the warm puddle there, the fabric of her pajama pants clinging to her legs in its tepid moistness as she wet the bed. She had had a lot of iced tea last night. But she was still incredibly aroused, and so she gripped her crotch and squeezed, even while the hot liquid sprayed out and into her hand, wishing Brian were here so he could take care of her. With the dream still vivid in her not-fully-lucid mind, she dropped her other hand to her phone again, and this time, typed out a text message:

                                            I jst peed my pnats and your goin to too

                    Her arm returned to its torpid state, and she once more slipped out of consciousness.

    ~*~*~*~*~

                    A little over eight hours later, the sun was bright in the sky, the air was fresh, and Lily was stressed. Ever since her incident at the concert, Angelica’s seeming prediction about the dire effects of an all-liquid diet on a sympathetically spastic bladder such as hers seemed to be trying to make up for lost time. On the way back from the concert, she had barely made it to her dorm in time, losing several significant leaks by the time she could get to a toilet. Then the next day, she’d peed her pants on the walk from the car to her dorm after being dropped off from visiting her family. But those were nothing compared to yesterday: yesterday she had had not one, but two accidents. The first was in the morning when waiting for a stall to open in her dorm bathroom. She’d pulled a late night the night before, consuming copious amounts of coffee to stay awake, the importance of her studies superseding the rules of her juice fast. By the time the morning had broken, it had all come catching up with her in an instant. Despite crossing her legs back and forth, out of nowhere, the valves had swung open and urine began gushing into her underwear. She’d ended up having to make a mad dash to the showers, where she squatted down, relieving her impotent and overtaxed bladder through the seat of her pajamas.

                    At least no one had seen her that time, but later on in the evening, when coming back from a Wendy’s, the car had gotten stuck in traffic when she needed to pee. She’d been in the back seat, with Blanca sitting in the front and Kat driving, when, to her dismay, out of nowhere the music shuffle on Blanca’s phone had switched to “Free, Free, Free.” Before she could even frantically cry out for it to be changed, her sphincter, seemingly remembering the last time she’d heard this song, had dutifully relinquished its control and let her hot payload come surging out, drenching her pants and making a steaming golden puddle around her butt. Whereas all of Lily’s roommates knew about her propensity for accidents, she hadn’t told them about her disastrous flood at the concert, and Kat had been none too happy about the private encore in her car. Blanca, on the other hand, thought that it happening while in Kat’s car made it all the funnier. By the end of the drive, all three had been able to laugh it off, but Lily couldn’t help but still feel unsettled. Clearly, Angie had been right, and the liquid diet was a huge mistake. Still, there was only one day of it left. She would see it through.

                    What worried her more, though, was how Desert Flood was now permanently associated in her mind with the act of wetting herself. She hadn’t told Angelica about getting Justin’s number, and so far it had remained, dormant and undialed, in her phone. Although she had accepted it somewhat coldly, by two days after the concert, she was feeling much more sanguine about the fact that he’d given it to her, and especially that he had deliberately sought her out to do so. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to contact him. In a way, the digits contained all the mystery of a present under the Christmas tree, the wrapping paper forming the curtain between the most delightful imaginings and an often-disappointing reality. She wanted to text him, she really did—but what if he turned out to be shallow, or conceited, or lecherous, or just plain a jerk? She didn’t want things to go as they’d started to go with Jay. At least she’d been inebriated that time.

                    And also—what about Jared? She’d had a crush on Brian’s best friend ever since his and Angie’s wedding, after which she’d been able to track him down on Facebook. Although he’d accepted her friend request, he didn’t seem to be on Facebook much, and trying to get to know him that way didn’t appear to be going anywhere. In the meantime, she’d gotten into Desert Flood, and now—she finally admitted it to herself—she had a crush on Justin, too. Was it possible to be interested in more than one person at the same time? She’d never really thought about it. But while Justin was certainly making himself more available, she couldn’t imagine trying to start a relationship with him when his only memory of her was of her peeing herself silly during a concert. While stage diving. With him. Technically, she’d wet herself in front of Jared, too…but he hadn’t been aware of it. Wow. Talk about how not to give a guy a first impression.

                    The primary source of her stress, though, and the reason she couldn’t spend time thinking about either of those other two things, was that there was going to be a tour this afternoon of her campus for prospective students, and she had specifically requested to lead it. The faculty had wanted to give it a more personal feel by having an actual attendee do the speaking, and Lily’s name had been recommended by her public speaking professor. It was flattering, but it also meant extra preparation on top of her usual schoolwork, including trying to anticipate questions that might come up. It had ended up being more work than she’d at first anticipated, and it was at least part of the reason for her all-nighter two days ago. At least her professor said she could count it as an assignment.

                    It had been on her mind all day, and now it was nearly time for it to commence. She’d dressed as professionally as she could, wearing a button-up white blouse and a light blue pencil skirt she’d found on clearance. There were already about twenty or so people here chatting amongst themselves, mostly teens, but a handful of older people also. Lily tried to remember all her training and prep work and appear as collected as possible. She still couldn’t help but feel nervous as the minutes ticked down, though, especially since this was one of the first times she’d be speaking in front of strangers instead of classmates. She absentmindedly brushed a blonde strand behind her ear to join the simple ponytail she had opted for. It was difficult to keep her hands from fidgeting.

                    She took a swig from her Nalgene bottle, feeling the telltale twinging in her lower abdomen as she did so. She knew there wouldn’t be time to go use the bathroom before the tour began, so she tried to ignore the sensation and tell herself that it was just nerves, nothing more. Deep down, though, she couldn’t be entirely sure, and she hoped that there wouldn’t be too many questions so she could wrap the whole thing up quickly. All the liquid was going to need somewhere to go.

    ~*~*~*~*~

                    The clock on the wall chimed out a cheery three peals, causing Angelica to glance up. A mahogany grandmother clock, it had been a wedding gift from one of her aunts, and it lent her and Brian’s mostly sparse newlywed apartment a degree of domestic charm it was otherwise short on. Three o’clock. Brian would probably be home soon, and she’d spent a good amount of time working on this cost analytics report for next week’s class. Now was a good time for a break.

                    Earlier in the day, when she’d eventually fully woken up, she’d had been aghast to discover the massive wet spot on the bed, mattress, and her pajamas. It had taken over two hours of laundry, but she had finally been able to get the sheets clean and back on the bed. The mattress she had dried up as best as she could, but in the end, she had had to make do with applying copious amounts of air freshener and then simply turning it over. In her mind, she made a mental note to subtly suggest to Brian that they should get a new one.

                    That had all been hours ago, though, and focusing on college assignments in the intermediate time had succeeded in dispelling from her mind her earlier anxiety and embarrassment. Right now, she could use something to drink. And also a trip to the bathroom.

                    One cup of water later, she was on her way to their single bathroom to relieve herself. Evidently, concentrating on her work had been enough to tune out her bladder, because now that she was actually about to empty it, its signals were sounding much more loudly than expected. She apparently had to go worse than she realized. It didn’t help that it had been less than twelve hours since she’d last peed herself. Still, she thought nothing of it, since all she had to do was pull down her pants, and—

                    Her pants wouldn’t come down. The zipper was stuck.

                    She tried again, tugging more impatiently this time. Then again, at a slightly different angle. No dice.

                    Bending down at an uncomfortable angle to inspect the source of the jam, it appeared to Angelica that the teeth had gotten misaligned in the slider, and now it wouldn’t budge in either direction. At least, that the was the best she could ascertain, given the difficulty of getting a closer look. She stood there fighting with it for another few minutes without success before stopping and straightening up with her hands on her hips. As soon as she did, though, her bladder tightened, and she had to cross her legs.

                    This was ridiculous. Here she was, in her own home, in her own bathroom, and she couldn’t pee. For a brief moment, the sheer ridiculousness of it made her burst out laughing, before she had to stop to keep from leaking. She tried to assess her options. Probably if Brian were here, he’d be able to get better leverage and get her unzipped. About how soon would he be back? She pulled out her phone to send him a text, letting him know not to delay his return. She wasn’t exactly desperate, not yet…but recalling this morning made her less sure than she otherwise might be.

                    As she unlocked her phone, though, it took her a minute to figure out what she was looking at. She had been off her phone all day, so what was this? Her text conversation with Lily, but ending with a mess that almost looked like the result of intoxication. Then, in a rush of horrible realization, the memory came back, dreadfully distinct.

                    So, she had woken up after wetting the bed…and she’d told Lily to wet herself too.

                    Angelica bit down hard on her lip, a sense of guilt and embarrassment dropping like mercury in the pit of her stomach, feeling almost as heavy as the weight in her bladder. She remembered teasing Lily on the ride to the concert, and realizing just how easy it actually could have been to make Lily have an accident. And now a text like this—for one thing, going out of her way to confess her incontinence, but also, what would reading about it do to Lily? She recalled her experience at Brenda Davis’s house several years back, when a text from Lily had made her wet herself, and she wasn’t one with the sympathetic spastic bladder. And what about that last part, when she basically told Lily to pee herself too? If Lily really did pee her pants from her text, Angelica would never forgive herself.

                    Her face going white, Angelica began feverishly typing out a recantation. As she did so, the sweat beading on her forehead, she could feel her lower abdomen tightening with fear. In a way, it felt as though her current predicament was her just deserts for sending Lily the text, and now sending this follow-up one was her only chance at atonement. She crossed her legs anxiously while hastily hammering out a reply, then erased it and wrote another, then erased that one and wrote a third. She needed to somehow apologize and explain herself while at the same time avoid discussing it in too much detail, knowing that it would only be worse for Lily’s condition.


     
                                                                      Lil, I’m sorry. Ignore that.

                                    I think I had some weird dream or something.

                                                                          Forget I said anything.

                                               Can you promise you’ll do that for me?


     
                    She watched the last message successfully register being sent, hoping that it would be enough to amend her earlier mistake—and in some tangential metaphysical sense, to free her from experiencing the same fate.

    ~*~*~*~*~

                    Lily tensed and untensed her leg muscles, willing her urine into submission. The tour was just finally wrapping up, and she was amazed she’d made it this far. Twice during her presentation, a severe shock of pain came suddenly piercing through her insides, and she’d faltered, clenching her legs tightly together to ward off the constrictions in her bladder. The second time it had happened, she’d felt sure it was over, and the realization that she was about to wet herself in front of this group of strangers made her head feel as if it were about to pop with the pressure of blood rushing to her face. The only thing that kept her from making a break for it in a last-ditch effort to preserve her dignity was her public speaking training kicking in, making her stay where she was and retain an outwardly composed demeanor, at least as far as was possible. The strain of it, though, made her feel close to being sick. Then, miracle of miracles, the pain subsided, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she was still dry and in control. She just hoped everyone watching wouldn’t catch on that the break in her flow was due to her braking her flow, and just barely, at that. As she resumed where she’d left off, there frothed inside her the two contradictory emotions of consolation at keeping her panties unsoiled and consternation about how close she’d come, cheery yet chary.

                    With how near she’d come to disaster, she knew better than to ingest any more liquids. The only trouble was that, with all the speaking she was having to do, her throat kept drying out, forcing her to take gulp after gulp from her bottle. Each successive swallow felt like yet another nail in the coffin of her self-worth, the knells tolling out her impending doom. She’d had to repeat to herself over and over that she could do it, she could outlast the weight in her bladder. It was heavy and painful and uncomfortable, but she could do it. She would do it.

                    Now that she had completed her abbreviated circuit of the campus, wishing that her horde of followers would please just walk a little faster, it was time to open up for questions before dismissing the whole group. Lily inwardly hoped that she had done a thorough enough job in her presentation that there wouldn’t be many questions, if any. Either that, or that they would merely be apathetic enough not to ask anything. She honesty didn’t care which one at this point.

                    Doing her utmost to maintain a pretense of professionalism, she stood ramrod-stiff, her thin legs squeezed tightly together and an artificial smile plastered on her pale face. Her hands were folded in front of her crotch, and it took a superhuman level of discipline to keep them from rubbing her thighs or giving herself a squeeze. To her great dismay, a hand went up. Please, please, just let me be done so I can go pee. She did her best to keep her voice level as she addressed the speaker, a middle-aged woman, standing next to a teenage girl, most likely her daughter.

                    The woman spoke, “Yes, can you tell me if there are any work programs that students in the broadcast media track can apply for? You know, internships, that sort of thing?” Next to her, the girl nodded.

                    Despite Lily’s attempts to anticipate any question that came her way, this was one that she didn’t know the answer to. Fortunately, that meant she could give her rubber-stamp catch-all response and move on. “I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to your question, but if you call our admissions department, they’ll be able to provide you with the information you need. Their number can be found on our website.” One down. Her butt was tensed, and she subtly crossed one leg behind the other.

                    Another hand. Crap. This one from a young man. Lily tried to mask her discomfort as she acknowledged him. He cleared his throat and asked, “Do you know if I can transfer my class hours here from another college? Like, not just credits?”

                    Lily gritted her teeth. Her leg wouldn’t stop shaking, and she wanted more than anything to be able to bend over. “Um, well, it most likely depends on which class you’re referring to, but—”

                    He cut her off. “Thermodynamics. It’s for mechanical engineering.”

                    She bit down on her tongue and continued. “But, we do accept transfer credit from a large number of other colleges. Again, you can call to discuss specifics, and we would be able to give you a better answer.” She hoped that would be enough to satisfy him. Inside, her bladder was tightening of its own accord, and she could feel sweat beginning to bead on the back of her neck.

                    She was just about to dismiss the group when another hand went up. This one was from another young man, probably only a few years younger than herself. He was with another young man about his age, and Lily felt as if she’d seen them both somewhere before. That, and the fact that they had been giving her leering stares and goofing off during her entire presentation, gave her an uncomfortable flutter in her gut. Either that, or it was just the signals from her reservoir of pee that was threatening a dam breach. Swallowing nervously, she refreshed her smile and pointed to the raised hand.

                    The young man could barely suppress a snicker as he began, “Yeah, uh, so, do you…like, did you…” He was unable to finish as his companion started giggling like a drunken imp and punched his shoulder, making him start laughing as well. He threw his hands up in dismissal with a “Nah, nah, forget it.”

                    Lily tensed her jaw in annoyance. Thankfully, it seemed as if everyone else in the group was equally irritated by the waste of time. Without waiting for Lily to move on to the next question, a young Asian woman, maybe twenty, raised her hand and blurted out, “Um, could you tell me where the restrooms are?”

                    Lily’s thighs were trembling as she answered, “Yes, they’re down this walkway on the left.” It was agony letting someone else go find relief while she was stuck here, but at least a question like that probably heralded the conclusion of the tour. The girl slipped out from the group and made her way in the direction she’d been given. Lily watched her walk away, no sign of urgency in her stride, and seethed inside at the unfairness of it. This girl probably had no idea what real desperation was, had probably never reached the point of no return, of knowing that it was all over. The embarrassment, the panic, the loss of control, and then the heat, the wetness, the hissing and splattering. She’d likely never had to try to sneak past sets of prying eyes in soaked pants, enduring the long minutes—sometimes hours—of uncomfortably damp and itchy underwear and jeans slowly drying on her legs and behind. And now she was the one who got to go relieve herself? Let them switch places!

                    Despite her best efforts, Lily could feel her body and voice shaking, the last vestiges of resistance being worn away by the surging tide of scalding urine pounding at the gates. Time was running out, and she knew it. Even though another hand went up, she pretended as though she didn’t see it and stated, a bit too loudly, “Well, if there are no further questions, then that concludes our tour. Thank you all very much for coming, and please make sure to visit our website or give us a call for any further information. Have a good afternoon!” Then she pivoted on her heel and began her focused march towards deliverance. It was her last chance.

                    On the way to the restrooms, Lily pulled out her phone, using her other hand to wipe her brow and brush the hair out of her eyes. All in all, the tour had taken close to an hour. Close to an hour, and she’d made it. In defiance of her worst fears and past accidents, she could say it didn’t happen this time. Not this time. She quickened her pace.

                    There were several notifications on her phone, but one caught her eye that she hadn’t noticed: “Messages not downloaded.” She tapped it, but before she could read any further, a sudden obtrusive thumping on her arm jerked her attention away. She looked up, flustered and irked, to see the two young men from the group, the ones who had been eyeballing her the whole time. They were currently sporting wanton, jeering grins and still evidently resisting the urge to break into guffaws, as shown by their immature snickers.

                    Lily, repulsed by both the interruption and the identity of the interrupters, just stared at them with a look of impatience before managing, “Yes?” She tensed her muscles tight.

                    One of the guys, the one who had raised his hand earlier, shared a ribald look with his compatriot, then asked, “Hey, so, like, were you at that Desert Flood concert on Saturday?”

                    Lily’s jaw dropped. Even though the concert had only been a few days prior, in her mind it felt eons removed, the thought of overlap between her personal, Angie-friendship life and her more professional, college-student life seeming so remote as to be impossible…and yet, here these two were, like Mephistophelean debt collectors, ready to repossess her dignity. Is that why she’d thought they looked familiar? Had she seen them at the concert? Because if so, then they had most definitely seen her…seen her undergo the throes of increasing desperation until she ended up peeing herself all over the heads of who knew how many attendees. For all she knew, these two might have been some of the ones who’d experienced her yellow rainfall, and now they were going to rub her nose in it—and all while she was on the verge of a total loss of control, again.

                    She could feel her face going red, the heat rising on her neck as she grasped frantically for anything she could dredge up from the memories of her public speaking course that might help her retain her decorum. Her butt was busy clenching and unclenching in her pencil skirt, her urethra throbbing inside her. Her throat was rapidly going dry, and all she could squeak out was an “um,” before her voice cracked. Her sphincter was on the very edge. If she didn’t get to a bathroom now, it would be mutiny, and she’d be marooned in her own self-made ocean.

                    Her eyes were wide, and she licked her lips nervously. Both pairs of their eyes were boring impishly into her, like the eyes of wicked little boys poking mercilessly at a wounded insect to see what reaction they would get. In response, she straightened up as much as she could, squared her shoulders, and cleared her throat. Just as she was about to speak, however, a split-second gap in her concentration let a brief spray of urine pulse into her panties.

                    Lily gasped, hopefully not too noticeably. It was the first crack in the dam, signaling imminent collapse. The cotton material over her private parts was now warm and damp, but the damage was minimal, provided she could get away now.

                    She tried to swallow, but it caught in her throat. She needed to break away from these two and get to a toilet. Her bladder felt like a rock against the waistband of her skirt, and she knew it wouldn’t take no for an answer for much longer.

                    She led off again. “Um, no, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Have a good day!” She was sure the lie was immensely obvious, given her body language and red face. It didn’t help that immediately after finishing, her quivering muscles let slip another spurt of pee out, reheating her underwear. She could feel the shameful wetness spread further backwards, an ever-encroaching storm front working its way up her behind.

                    Without waiting any longer, Lily spun and marched forward, trying to control her breathing. Sweat was breaking out on her forehead, and her legs were as rigid as fenceposts as she stalked doggedly towards the restroom. As she trod determinedly ahead, another leak burst out, this one lasting closer to half a second. She was sure her face was cherry red as the first telltale drops began their trickling descent down her inner thighs. She just had to make it to the toilet. At this point, keeping the wetness confined to her underwear would be a win. She just had to keep the rest of the flood contained until she could get to the bathroom.

                    As she plodded stiffly along, every muscle tense with exertion, her phone buzzed again in her hand. Instinctively, she lifted it to see the screen. It was a series of messages from Angie, which didn’t seem to make any sense.


     
                    I think I had some weird dream or something.

                    Lil, I’m sorry. Ignore that.

                    Forget I said anything.

                   

                    Lily, already very much on edge from the pain in her bursting bladder, made a strained expression at the seeming senselessness of Angie’s texts. A weird dream—okay? And? Why would Angie text her about that? But then, as she stared at her own taut reflection in her phone’s screen, two more messages popped up, and she could feel her breathing stop.


     
                    I jst peed my pnats and your goin to too

                    Can you promise you’ll do that for me?


     
                    Lily’s heart felt as though it suddenly turned into stone and sank down into her stomach. All the color drained from her face, and a cold sweat broke out on her brow. The skin on the back of her neck and both arms broke out in goosebumps, a horrendous shudder rippling through her nerve endings. Her gut seemed leaden and recalcitrant, and she swallowed hard to keep from vomiting. Staring at the message, the betrayal by her best friend, felt like a white-hot knife plunged into her stomach. Or, more accurately, further down. The waistband of her skirt was cutting into the skin over her bloated bladder, which now felt ten times heavier, as if all of her sweat, blood, and bile had joined her urine. Far off in her mind, her debate training instinctively battled futilely to make sense of the inexplicable nature of Angie’s message, but the rest of her consciousness and subconsciousness knew that the fight was over—lost.

                    Tears sprang to Lily’s eyes as she bade farewell to her self-respect. It wasn’t just that Angie had goaded her into having an accident, though that would be bad enough. It was the veneer of compassion at the end, the evident appeal to their friendship. But why? Why would Angie do that her? Especially since she would know that it was going to work? And why now, when she was so close to being done with her juice fast? Hadn’t she wet herself enough over the last week?

                    Lily heaved a long, ponderous sigh of crestfallen resignation and dropped her head. She didn’t know if the two guys were still watching her or not, but it didn’t matter either way. Her eyes blurred with tears. She could do nothing to stop what was about to happen.

                    Immediately, the valves opened, and Lily peed her panties. The cool dampness in her underwear was instantaneously transmuted into hot wetness as the dam broke and her overtaxed bladder finally experienced relief. Unlike when she had an accident in pants, a yellow puddle began forming almost right away, fueled by a steaming, streaming jet of urine cascading from between her legs and splattering on the concrete, sending drops over her high heels. She could feel the liquid spread out over her private parts and across her butt cheeks, trickles and rivulets snaking down each of her trembling legs. A moan slipped out unbidden at the sheer ecstatic bliss of the pain melting away, but then the dreadful haunting embarrassment of the realization that she was currently wetting herself right in the middle of her college campus caught up to her and made her pee harder, her bladder tightening exigently inside her.

                    The stream intensified with a mortifying hiss and shifted direction. Whereas it had previously aimed straight down, so that only the hem of her pencil skirt had gotten wet so far, it now sprayed indiscreetly up against her left leg, where it was deflected forwards and backwards. Lily’s throat caught in something between a gasp and a dry heave as she watched the light blue fabric go dark in a telltale pattern from her crotch downwards. The heat of her pee, barely more intense than the heat in her face, poured tauntingly down her left calf and foot, dribbling over her painted toenails and filling her shoe. By now, her puddle had spread out to nearly two feet across, a pseudopod of which was racing towards the grass beside the footpath.

                    Lily was rooted to the spot, unable to move as she drained out all her urine, her pride going with it. She was completely tuned out of the rest of the world, oblivious to anyone else who might be witnessing her complete loss of control. She was snapped back to reality, though, by a sudden shock of pain on her backside, and she yelped and leapt forward, hands on her wet rear end. A duo of immature giggles resounded from behind her, and she whirled around to see the two guys from before still standing there, but now ogling her with lecherous leers. Lily’s mouth was agape in shock and offended sensibility as she realized, to her horror, that not only had they evidently been watching the entirety of her accident, but one of them had just smacked her on her butt.

                    The terrible unfairness that had been mounting up this entire afternoon—no, this entire week—actually, scratch that, her entire life, came surging up inside her, boiling past her humiliation, her self-loathing, her angst. She’d been trying to act like a professional, trying to stay in control, to take everything on the chin. Screw that. She was done. She’d already lost control of her urine, so what was the point in keeping her anger inside too?

                    In a wave of unbridled rage, Lily swung her arm with a fierceness she had scarcely experienced before. All the frustration and the pain—from wetting her skirt just now, from being sexually harassed, from Angie’s cruelty in making her pee herself, from her accidents over the past week, from peeing all over herself at the concert, from having been born with a stupid, stupid, stupid sympathetic spastic bladder in the first place—came bursting out in one blow, a slap clean across the face of the guy on the right. Lily had always been on the more petite side, but the sheer ferocity behind her swing made up for that. The blow sent him staggering to the ground, and in her fury, Lily barely felt the fiery sting on her palm. As the one left standing stared, too stunned to immediately react, Lily, still peeing, planted her foot directly in his groin, a spray of yellow droplets scattering out from under her skirt as she did so. He crumpled to the ground with a pathetic whimper, landing on top of his friend.

                    She stood over them, breathing heavily with adrenaline and pent-up anger, as the last few drops of her urine dripped from the hem of her pencil skirt. By now, several passersby had stopped, looking on at the sudden outburst of violence. Lily’s face was already a deep choleric crimson, but it was quickly replaced with heavy embarrassment at being the center of attention—especially while still standing in her own puddle. Her gut churned, and she swiftly spun and ran towards the bathroom, one hand clamped over her mouth. She felt as though if she didn’t get away from all the eyes on her as soon as possible, she would either throw up or mess herself. Both were experiences she was more familiar with than she would have liked to be.

                    Keeping her gaze down, Lily had to quickly sidestep to avoid bumping into the Asian girl coming out of the restroom. She didn’t pause or risk looking up. Instead, she locked herself in a stall and then slumped onto the toilet, her chest heaving with silent sobs. After a few minutes spent getting herself back under control again, she drew one hand across her face, further smearing her makeup, and used her other one to begin typing out a response to Angie, an et tu, Brute in the face of treachery.

    ~*~*~*~*~

                    “What’s wrong? Are you okay, babe?” Brian’s voice took on an edge of concern when his cheerful announcement of return was met with a terse request to come into the kitchen. Once there, he was greeted by the sight of his wife sitting on a stool, legs tightly crossed, tugging firmly on her fly with a pair of pliers. The image was absurd enough to make him start laughing in spite of himself.

                    Angelica, her forehead damp with exertion, had to fight to keep from laughing as well, knowing that she couldn’t afford to risk it. “Come on! It’s not funny. I really have to go to the bathroom, and my zipper’s stuck.”

                    Brian took a deep breath and bit on his tongue to resume a straight face. Crouching down in front of Angelica, he took the pliers from her hand and surveyed the situation. Once her hands were free, Angelica squeezed both thighs and rubbed them up and down, fighting the desperate urge to ram them into her crotch. Even though she knew Brian needed her to be still, she couldn’t help but uncross her legs and then cross them again the other way.

                    Brian seemed oblivious to her struggle. With his brow furrowed in concentration, he gripped her zipper with the pliers and then gave one almighty yank that nearly dragged her right off the chair. She gave a tiny shriek and grabbed the sides of the stool with her hands to keep from falling, then sucked the air in sharply through her teeth as the jerk sent a shockwave of pain through her already tortured bladder. Glancing down in panic, she saw that the fabric was still dry. At this point, it was hard to be sure that she hadn’t actually leaked.

                    Her forehead began sprouting beads of sweat again, though this time from apprehension. How was it possible to get so desperate so quickly? Just half an hour ago she had been able to do her schoolwork with virtually no distraction from her need for relief, and now it was all she could think about. Every couple of seconds, she could feel her muscles constricting, squeezing her pee right up to the brink, like medieval soldiers battering against a castle gate. She bit down on her lip again and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, trying to soothe her nerves. Brian was here now, so she’d be fine. She just had to distract herself. Think of something else. The cost analytics report. That was as good an option as any. In her mind, Angelica tried picturing the charts, the multidimensional tables, the trends. The closer it was to pure thought, the further it would be from the very physical reality of her bulging bladder.

                    She was jerked out of her mental hideaway, though, by Brian’s voice. “Hey, baby, can you try to sit still? It’s hard to get a good angle when you’re moving around so much.”

                    Without noticing it, she had been continuously tensing and releasing both legs, tightening and untightening them over each other, her thighs quavering. She swallowed hard and tried to keep them still, but found that she had to breathe hard and rock her torso forward and backward as a result.

                    Was it because of wetting the bed this morning? Crap, she was back to thinking about why she had to go so badly. But even so, that wouldn’t be it. Bedwetting was something that Angelica had never experienced before, as far as she could remember. Besides, the only reason she’d peed in her sleep this morning was because of her dream, and that had only been because of having an accident over the weekend. That must be the reason, then. What else could it be?            She gripped hard on the chair as a pulsing wave of pain ravaged her sphincter. She could tell her face was probably flushed with exertion, and she drew one hand across her forehead, wiping away the perspiration. With her other hand, she picked up her phone off the table and checked the screen again.

                    Still, that explanation didn’t exactly make sense. Over the years, she’d wet herself enough times to know that holding it to the point of having an accident usually wore out the sphincter muscles, but only for the next day or so. It wouldn’t cause her to go from the green zone to the danger zone in less than twenty minutes a whole three days later.

                    Angelica licked her lips nervously and looked down at Brian. He was still totally in the zone, his attention solely on the task at hand. Even despite her current predicament, she couldn’t help but think of how handsome he looked.

                    There, there that was again. Even while being on the verge of disaster, she was attracted to Brian. Clearly, that wasn’t exactly a bad thing…but back at the concert, she’d gone from humiliated and wet to horny and a totally different kind of wet in almost the blink of an eye once Brian was there. Her thoughts went back to her honeymoon, and how Brian had made her wet herself by peeing on her. She had been mad at him at the moment, but once they had gotten back to their cabin, they’d made passionate love for the next hour. It was a notion she had contemplated at various times, but had never actually had the courage to face head on. Now it reared itself up again:

                    Did peeing her pants turn her on?

                    For ages, she’d avoided the question, afraid that it might be true. Somehow, the idea of being aroused by wetting herself felt too weird, too out there. She knew that as far as turn-ons, some people were into some very—ahem—interesting things, but it had never dawned on her that she might be one of those kinds of people. It just felt too humiliating to contemplate, like being into bondage or crossdressing or something. How was she ever supposed to look Brian in the eye again if she had to admit to him, “Hey, you know that thing that everyone’s supposed to stop doing once they’re older than a toddler? Yeah, it’s actually what gets me off”?

                    In the jumble of her thoughts, the anticipation of such an embarrassing admission gave way to the anticipation of the embarrassment of having an accident, making her vesical muscles suddenly seize up. With a stifled groan, Angelica clenched her legs shut and rammed her hands into her crotch, the back of her left hand scraping painfully against the pliers as she did so. Brian quickly jerked back, startled, and looked up at her. Her pained expression, nervous eyes, damp forehead, and chewed lip told him all he needed to know.

                    “Do you think you’re gonna make it? If you really have to go that bad, I can just get the scissors.”

                    Angelica took a few deep breaths to get herself back under control. She could tell her face had reddened at his question, which seemed like all the more reason why she couldn’t share what she had just been thinking. She gave a little shake of her head and followed it with “No, no, I think I’m fine now,” feigning as much levity in her voice as she could muster. To prove it, she pulled her hands back out and opened her legs again, though more gingerly than her response would have indicated.

                    Brian didn’t answer, but the look on his face was enough to let her know that he didn’t fully believe her. She knew what he was thinking—it was the exact same thing she was: every other time she’d been in this situation, claiming to be fine, and then wasn’t. She already knew that she wet her pants more often than a normal person. But on top of that, to enjoy it?—she didn’t want to go there. Somehow, it felt like the absolute trough between two otherwise more palatable points: either she could have a weaker-than-average bladder, or she could have some kind of fetish about it, in which case she’d pee her pants intentionally. But the combination—the idea seemed too humiliating. Or was that even part of the turn-on for her?

                    Right on cue, another sharp wave of pain coursed through Angelica’s lower abdomen, making her struggle to suppress a squirm. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips tightly together, trying to wait it out. How much longer was Brian going to be? She knew, somewhere in the remote, rational part of her mind, that he hadn’t been at it longer than five minutes. Still, the choice of the scissors was seeming increasingly attractive.

                    The pain subsided, allowing her to let out some of the tension. She gripped her thigh with one hand, and with the other, picked up her phone to check it again. Still nothing.

                    There, again, that was the second or third time she’d done that. What was she looking for? Was she just trying to distract herself, to take her mind off her predicament? No—no, it wasn’t that. In a rush of afflatus, she knew the answer, and knew that she knew the answer, and not just to this—but to the whole tangle of mixed emotions she’d been wrestling with along with her full bladder.

                    She, Angelica, the straitlaced one, the one who didn’t like change or surprises, the one who always tried to have a backup plan in case something went wrong—in short, the one who thrived off being in control—was turned on by having her control taken away from her. Her memories of peeing her pants on the roller coaster and in the car wash were clear evidence of it. But then today, in some twisted way, she had tried to do the same thing to Lily…because she knew she could.

                    The knot that had been at the bottom of her stomach ever since she’d seen the text she had sent that morning seemed to double in size. The fact that she hadn’t been fully awake at the time didn’t help her feel much better. Either way, she hadn’t faced this reality about herself, hadn’t been honest with herself about it, much less with Brian—and now Lily would pay the price for it. That was why she kept checking her phone: she just needed to know that it hadn’t happened, that Lily was okay. Let her be the one with the weird issue of liking the embarrassment, but leave Lily be. The sensation lurking in the darkest recesses of her subconscious, the notion of the stronger taking away the agency of the weaker, felt viciously primeval. It was like a savage system of having your dignity devoured by the next more powerful person in line, a food chain of humiliation. With a sudden surge of clarity, Angelica fully understood that this was the real reason for her extreme reticence in trying to sort out her feelings, and the realization made her stomach feel like it was full of lead.

                    At just that moment, like a sign from an oracle, her phone buzzed. She eagerly snatched it up, needing to make sure that the worst hadn’t happened. What she read made her blood thicken and stop.


     
                    I peed myself

                    I hope you’re happy


     
                    Tears sprang to Angelica’s eyes, and her throat tightened painfully with an impending sob. This was her fault. She was clearly the worst friend ever, and she deserved every bit of what was about to happen to her.

                    Just then, Brian let out a triumphant laugh, followed by a confident “Got it!” Angelica could feel the zipper slide smoothly down, the tiniest bit of breeze now cooling her sweat-moistened panties. He looked up at her, his face one of satisfaction. When he saw the tears dripping down her face, though, and especially when she didn’t immediately make a mad dash to the toilet, his cheerfulness was transformed into consternation. He stood up and put his hands on Angelica’s arms. “Baby, what’s wrong? You can go use the bathroom now. Are you okay?”

                    How could she tell him? How could she explain that she was the most selfish, backstabbing, faithless person ever? Even more, how could she go casually relieve herself with dignity when she hadn’t given Lily that chance? She couldn’t. She knew what had to happen.

                    Slowly, deliberately, she reached down and zipped her fly back up. It didn’t catch this time, and she knew she’d be able to get it down again. But not before she paid her penance.

                    Swallowing hard, Angelica lifted her red-rimmed eyes to Brian’s and asked, her voice trembling, “Do you love me?”

                    The concern in Brian’s expression intensified as he stared hard in her eyes, trying to make sense of her bizarre behavior. When he spoke, it was unnaturally even, as if he were trying to talk her down from a clifftop. “Yes, love, you know I love you. I will always love you, no matter what.”

                    Angelica nodded in response, more tears spilling out. Then she took a deep breath, looked down at herself, and let go.

                    A squelching noise resounded from her crotch as the fabric was instantly saturated with the spray of urine. Within a second, a shiny dark patch sprouted between her legs and spread outwards, the liquid flooding her underwear. Since she was still sitting, most of it was redirected downwards, and she could feel the moist heat spreading unpleasantly under her behind as stream after stream of pee gushed out of her overtaxed bladder. The relief was amazing, but she didn’t deserve it. Bearing down, she focused on pushing harder, trying to make it hurt, to keep at bay the golden bliss of being able to simply let go. By now, yellow cataracts were cascading in sheets off the edge of the stool and darkening the cuffs of her pants, splashing over her ankles and feet, and splattering on the floor, forming a fast-growing puddle. Brian stepped back to keep from getting wet himself and simply stared in bewilderment.

                    The audible hissing grew in volume as Angelica squeezed out the entirety of her bladder’s contents over the duration of thirty seconds. By the end, pee was dripping off all sides of the stool, even the back. She could tell that the wetness was completely covering the seat of her pants and going up even further, nearly up to her waistline. In the front, her crotch had a wide seven-inch wet spot, spreading down to her thighs, which were completely drenched on the back. Her panties were soaked, not a dry spot to be found, and the puddle on the floor was nearly two feet wide.

                    She merely sat there, breathing heavily, surveying the damage. Now she had also wet herself. So what? It was easy enough to clean up, and having an accident in front of Brian almost didn’t even count. How could this possibly make up for her degradation of Lily?

                    With a sudden impulse, she leaned forward, holding onto the edges of the stool, and lifted her butt off the surface. The cool air against the sopping fabric felt as sharp as a spanking, and it only helped her do what she did next. With a grunt, she bore down and tightened all her abdominal muscles. Her curvaceous cheeks were held in place by the wet and sticky fabric of her dripping panties, but she could still feel her sphincter open as a log of poop was unpleasantly smushed out into her tight butt crack with a crackling sound before being flattened out under her rear end, soiling the fabric and letting out a rank odor.

                    In the stunned silence that followed, the only sounds that could be heard were her own labored breaths, the last few plip…plip…plips of urine from the edge of the stool, and the steady ticking of the clock in the next room. She could see Brian’s feet in front of her, and she could only imagine the kind of look he was giving her: the same kind her mom might have given, an expression of worry so deep it bordered on anger. She couldn’t face it right now.

                    Delicately easing herself up, Angelica planted her bare feet into her puddle, feeling the cuffs of her jeans soak up the tepid liquid. She sniffled, brushed the hair out of her eyes, and wiped her nose. Now that she was standing, the weight in her underwear sagged down, pulling the saturated fabric away from her skin uncomfortably. Still without making eye contact, she merely managed, in as calm a voice as she could manage, “I’m going to go clean up.”

                    Then she turned and walked towards the bathroom. Brian didn’t call after her, and she didn’t look back.

    ~Aftermath~

                    “You what?”

                    Angelica’s question probably held a more accusatory tone than she intended. Still, Lily scarcely reacted, keeping her simper steady. In the face of Angelica’s shock, she reiterated what she had said. “I started texting Justin last week, and agreed to go out for coffee together the next time he’s in town.”

                    Angelica merely stared, her jaw slack. At her atypical speechlessness, Lily couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. “You should see your face, Angie.” She did an exaggerated imitation of it before giggling again.

                    Angelica tried not to take offense and snapped her mouth shut. Her spirits weren’t as high as Lily’s apparently were, nor had they been ever since the dreadful debacle nearly two weeks ago. She chewed on the inside of her lip and shifted in her chair, trying to formulate a response. Finally, she eked out, “But—I mean, you barely know him—”

                    Lily stopped laughing and shrugged impatiently. “Well, this is how we get to know each other. How else are we supposed to? We’ve gotta start somewhere.” She took a drink from her bubble tea and shivered, then redid her ponytail for the fourth or fifth time, the breeze at the park being stronger and colder than either of them had anticipated when they had driven there.

                    Angelica remained silent and took a sip of her own, mulling over what Lily had said. This was the first time she had even heard about her getting Justin’s number at the concert, and the fact that Lily hadn’t told her about it blindsided her even more. It wasn’t like the two of them to keep secrets from each other, after all.

                    She swallowed at the tightness in her throat and tried to express herself. “I’m just saying it ’cause I care about you, Lil. I don’t want you to get burned by some jerk who’s just trying to use you.”

                    At the last sentence, Lily fixed Angelica with a stare that almost bordered on icy. When she spoke, her voice was unusually restrained. “We don’t all have the storybook romance that you do, Angie. Why do you think I didn’t tell you about it until now? I knew you’d react this way. You always do.”

                    Angelica must have winced, the words piercing further than Lily thought they would, because she followed it up with a softer, “Besides, you wouldn’t say that if you knew him. He’s really—he’s a lot more—I don’t know, he’s just realer than I first thought he’d be.”

                    It was good to hear, but it did little to salve the stinging brought on by Lily’s first comments. Angelica just swallowed hard, crossed her legs, and tried to salvage the conversation. “Well. That’s, uh, that’s good. I’m, I’m glad for you.” Much as she wanted to mean it, it wasn’t true. She hadn’t felt positive emotions of any kind for almost two weeks. She drained the last of her tea and chewed on the boba, unsure of what else to say, her gaze drifting.

                    Lily evidently noticed the effect her words had had on Angelica, because she tried to clarify. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You know I’m happy for you and Brian. I just—” She looked away briefly, searching for what she meant. “I just want you to be happy for me, too. But so many times, it feels like you just tell me what to do.” She made eye contact again. “You’ve got to let me make my own choices sometimes. Isn’t that what friends do?”

                    Angelica merely nodded. A heaviness sat in the pit of her stomach, like the mild dread of anticipated bad news. She could feel the weight pressing down inside her, and she again shifted in her chair.

                    Lily took another swallow of her tea and continued. “It’s like what happened the week before last, when I was giving the campus tour.”

                    The skin on the back of Angelica’s neck bristled. There it was. She protested, a shade too hastily, “Lil, you know I didn’t mean for that to happen. I showed you the screenshot. You saw what I was really trying to say.” Her voice had a strain to it, one brought on by the distance and awkwardness she had felt between herself and Lily over the past twelve days.

                    Lily nodded but kept going. “No, I know. I know you didn’t mean for that to happen. But, it’s like, when we were driving to the concert, you kinda said the same thing. And then, when you texted me…I mean, I don’t know what that weird dream you had was, but it felt the same there, too. Like—like you were just treating me like your puppet, or something.” She sighed, the pause letting her words burrow into Angelica’s mind. “It didn’t use to be like that between us.”

                    Angelica felt her face turning red. Lily was right; this wasn’t how their friendship had been. What had changed?

                    The stresses of school were the first thing that came to mind. Also, she was married now; that might play a part in it. And then, the issue she had been wrestling with two weeks back also came to mind.

                    Previously, whenever she and Lily had had accidents together, it was something that brought them closer. But that was when she was still single, still a virgin. Now she was married, and sexually active, and there was no denying that her wettings had taken on a sexual nature. She recalled how she had distanced herself from Brian years ago, after her first encounter with her own sexuality at the Firefly Thrills amusement park. The regret and guilt of viewing Brian, even subconsciously, as nothing more than an object for her own gratification, had made her withdraw.

                    Since then, of course, that gap had been bridged, and that issue had been seemingly resolved. If her pants wettings stirred up feelings of arousal toward her husband, of course it was no problem. But if that kind of thing had started happening towards her best friend, even a little—that was a line she couldn’t and wouldn’t cross. Was that the core of the issue? She didn’t know. She only knew that for the past two weeks, she’d felt as if she were wrapped in a cocoon of ice, unable to experience any kind of relational intimacy—not with Lily…and not with Brian, either.

                    Angelica became painfully aware of the lump in her throat, the one that had been there for who knew how long. Ever since her self-inflicted accident in front of Brian two weeks prior, the atmosphere between the two of them had been unnaturally cold. He hadn’t once tried to initiate sex, and even if he had, she doubted she would have reciprocated. She couldn’t even remember if they’d kissed once in the intervening time. Every time that he had given her that same concerned look, every time his voice took on that worried tone, she would pretend she didn’t notice. She couldn’t help but suspect if the cause was that, deep inside, she felt she couldn’t trust her own sexuality. Whatever the reason, it had been a truly terrible fortnight.

                    In addition, as if to add insult to injury, she hadn’t even been able to stay dry. Whereas when she’d wet and messed herself in front of Brian intentionally, she’d peed her pants twice more since then by accident. Both times had been the same circumstances: she had been in their apartment, intently focused on an assignment, and out of nowhere, her bladder suddenly felt like it was about to pop. The first time, she hadn’t even been able to get up before emptying her urine all over her chair and the floor. The second time, by the time she’d gotten herself onto the toilet, she had peed most all of the way down both thighs. She’d managed to keep the incidents hidden from Brian, but it didn’t help alleviate the tension between them at all. A Google search brought her to “urge incontinence,” which it said could be caused by stress. That would explain the constant headache she’d had for the past eleven days as well.

                    In short, she was a mess, and she didn’t even know how to begin to fix it.

                    Lily’s face suddenly took on a complete change. Her expression softened, and she leaned in, her voice much gentler. “Angie? Are you okay? I’m, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—”

                    Angelica swallowed again and shifted in her chair again. With one hand, she reached up and felt her face. Without even realizing it, her eyes had filled up with tears as all the angst, anxiety, and stress from the last two weeks came pouring out.

                    She tried to speak evenly, but her voice broke at the same time as the dam in her eyes. In between rough, hacking sobs, she managed to get out bits and pieces of everything that had building up inside, a coarse patchwork quilt of woe, though omitting the parts about getting turned on by peeing herself. Lily listened as best she could, one hand on Angelica’s arm, trying to piece it back together into a coherent whole.

                    After several minutes, by which time her tears had subsided to small pitiful hiccups, Angelica managed, “I just, I don’t know what to do, Lil. I don’t know what to do. I tried to fix things with you, tried to keep you from peeing your pants. I really did. And it only made things worse. And then that broke things with Brian, and I don’t know how to fix it. I just—I don’t, I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.” Emotion overtook her again, and her chest convulsed with weeping.

                    Lily reached over and hugged Angelica close, letting her tears do their healing work. After another minute or two, Angelica wiped her eyes with one hand, sniffled, and brushed her hair behind her ear again. Her head was throbbing, and she felt very thirsty.

                    Lily opened her mouth as if to say something, closed it, and reopened it. “I think…maybe you’re just so used to being in control, you don’t know how to handle it when you’re not.” She paused, and when Angelica merely waited for her to go on, she continued. “Like, with us, you’re usually the big decision maker. And, I don’t know, maybe you’re getting stressed trying to fix things because you can’t. You can’t control other people’s decisions or what happens to them.” She breathed a sigh and shrugged. “You just have to trust them, I guess. I trust you, Angie. It’s why I told you about Justin. And—and why do you think I peed myself when I got your text? It’s not just because of my condition. It’s because you’re my best friend, so I know I can trust you.” Then, when Angelica didn’t immediately respond, she ventured further, her voice tender. “And I forgive you, too.”

                    Angelica stared with her red-rimmed eyes, mulling over Lily’s words. As the events of the past week replayed in her head, she slowly realized that every attempt to repair her relationship with Lily or Brian—every attempt to fix herself—had only worsened things. Like trying to hold oil in your hand: squeezing it tighter only makes it slip out of your grip. The thought of being honest with Brian about what had been going on terrified her—but maybe Lily was right. Maybe she needed to stop worrying about how to control his response and start trusting him.

                    As these thoughts tumbled through Angelica’s head, Lily suddenly let a small smile appear on her face. “Here, I know. We can try it right here. Do you trust me?” Her voice was quiet with mischief, even though no one else was nearby.

                    Angelica already felt a weight beginning to lift from her gut and sniffled again, a reciprocal smile brightening one cheek. “Yeah. Yes, I do trust you, Lil. And I’m sorry about getting bent out of shape over you texting Justin. And—and I’m sorry about two weeks ago, too, about…what happened.”

                    Lily chuckled bashfully, her face flushing slightly. “Well, about that. I have an idea that might help.” She paused and ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. “We’re all by ourselves out here, right? It’s just us.” She broke off, and her face became a brighter shade of red. “So…what if…you pee yourself here?”

                    Angelica’s jaw dropped. Surely she couldn’t be serious. After a few seconds of being unable to respond at all, she finally gave her head a little shake and said, “What?”

                    Lily was blushing hard, but she laughed nervously again and reiterated. “Well, it’s like, I peed my pants when I thought you were telling me to. And here, no one will see but us.” She gave another timid giggle and put one hand on her face. “It’s not like it’d be the first time we peed ourselves in front of each other.”

                    Angelica swallowed. Lily was right about them having accidents in each other’s presence before; that had happened enough times as to almost be comical. But it had never been intentional, never something they tried to make happen. The incident the week before had felt very much to her like crossing a line, which was part of why she had felt so guilty afterwards. But now, Lily was not only apparently not mad at her about it, but practically turning it into a joke. She squeezed her legs together. She hadn’t really been paying attention, but she did have to use the bathroom. Her tea had evidently been going somewhere.

                    Shifting in her seat, her voice cracked slightly. “Um, I mean, I—I don’t see how that will help…”

                    Lily leaned in, still grinning naughtily. “I think you should try. Come on, Angie. Just relax and let go.” Her voice softened, coaxing and soothing. “Just think of how good it’ll feel. All that warmth, just…just dripping down, d-down your legs.” She coughed after stumbling on the last part and crossed her own legs.

                    Angelica was still incredulous that Lily was even trying this. “Seriously, Lil, no. This is ridiculous. Come on, no.” She couldn’t help but tense her leg muscles again, though, now unable to ignore the urge to find a place to go relieve herself.

                    Lily, by now too committed to change course, wouldn’t leave it alone. “No, really! Just think of it.” Her face was in earnest now. “Getting to just let go and feel it all come out. Imagine a waterfall. Or a thin little stream, just trickling, trickling, tr-trickling…” She twitched slightly on the last word, and Angelica dropped her gaze to Lily’s tightly clenched crotch, which suddenly sprouted a tiny one-inch wet spot.

                    Angelica gasped. Without even being aware of it, Lily’s attempt to goad Angelica into letting go was having the very same effect on herself. Before she could say anything, Lily continued, her voice rising in both volume and intensity. “Can’t you just feel it? Think of how warm it’ll feel. Just imagine it, Angie. Imagine the warmth. Imagine it all down your legs and under—under your butt.” A shudder went through her, and Angelica witnessed the wet spot grow considerably. She felt her own bladder quiver, Lily’s prodding having a bigger effect than she’d expected it would. She quickly clenched her sphincter tightly, trying not to follow Lily’s unintentional example, then seized Lily’s shoulder and exclaimed, “Lil, stop! Look at what you’re doing!” She pointed to Lily’s crotch, where wet stain inched slightly bigger.

                    Jarred by the forceful interruption, Lily dropped her gaze. As soon as she saw the telltale dark wetness, she let out a loud gasp, her face growing a darker red. In a second, she grabbed both thighs, then shoved her hands in her groin, then moved them back to her thighs, not knowing what to do. When she raised her head again, her slack-jawed expression was one of desperate panic.

                    Angelica could do nothing but sit there, her hands still on Lily’s shoulders, and watch. “See, Lil? You can’t even talk about it without making yourself pee your pants.”

                    Lily looked back down at herself in shock, then at Angelica. “I’m still peeing—I’m still peeing—Angie, I can’t stop—Angie, I’m wetting myself, what do I do?” She bit her lip, her eyes pleading. Her wet spot by now had extended somewhat down both thighs, and the first shameful drops were trickling off the edge of the rock she was sitting on. A muffled hiss, the sound of her urine spraying into her underwear, could be heard, barely audible above the breeze.

                    Angelica didn’t have an answer. She sat helplessly, watching her best friend wet her pants for what felt like the umpteenth time, and felt a tingle in her own crotch. Looking down, she saw a tiny dark patch on her own pants and realized that she might not be as far behind Lily as she’d hoped.

                    In that moment, though, it dawned on her just how natural this situation felt. Her memory went back to the numerous times when either Lily or both of them would have accidents, and how they were always there for each other. Her recollection went back even further, to when they had met propitiously at the harvest festival, and their friendship had begun. Angelica had only taken that first step after realizing that Lily needed a friend who knew what it was like to have an accident. And now—now she knew she needed to do the same thing.

                    Taking a deep breath, she carefully relaxed her muscles. It took a second or two, but then the valves were open, and her steaming urine was rushing freely into her panties. The sensation was by no means unfamiliar, although in the cool outdoor air the moist heat against her skin gave way to cold clamminess faster than otherwise. She could feel the hot liquid streaming into the fabric of her underwear, thoroughly saturating them. The warmth spread out under her rear end, sticky against her cheeks. As she intentionally emptied out her bladder, she could feel her pee extend over her thighs before dripping down the underside of her legs, every sensation exactly as Lily had described.

                    Once Lily saw what Angelica was doing, any effort to halt her own accident was swept away, and she too began peeing herself freely. In other circumstances, Angelica would have felt a twinge of guilt, but this whole thing had been Lily’s idea, after all. She wondered wryly whether Lily would have wet her pants anyway had she herself given in to Lily’s urging first. The thought almost made her laugh out loud, but not quite. It was enough, however, to put an ironic one-sided smile on her face.

                    In response to Angelica’s grin, though, and now that both friends were in the same sodden boat, Lily suddenly let out a small giggle. Then both friends began to laugh together, loud, long guffaws at the complete absurdity of the situation, of each other, of themselves. Both were still draining out their urine, harder now that they were laughing, dark streams splattering on the ground and puddles around their behinds. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. Their side-splitting, cathartic laughter echoed with the wind in the swaying tree branches, mending their souls and melting the ice, like the first sprouts of green after a long winter.

                    When they were finally done, a few minutes later, Angelica moved in to hug Lily, who reciprocated, a genuine warm embrace. As they leaned forward, clasping each other, the wet cloth over their bottoms was exposed to the afternoon air, instantly growing chilly. Angelica barely noticed. Squeezing her best friend tight, she found that tears were trickling down her face, the second hot liquid on her cheeks, the emotional relief almost palpable. She had just shared an accident with Lily, and it was just like old times. It could be—it was—a completely different thing with her best friend than with her husband. And that was how it was meant to be.

                    And as for Brian—things there still remained to be sorted out. Nevertheless, having her friendship with Lily reaffirmed gave her the courage and the hope she needed to face them. Like the daylight returning after a long, dark night, she found her confidence returning. After nearly two weeks of self-isolation and heartache, the garden of her soul was beginning to blossom with hope once more.

                    It was good to be back.

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    Chapter 3: That was a Weird Dream
    Lisa awoke to the sunlight seeping through the curtains. She groaned softly as she stretched her limbs, feeling the warmth of the morning sun. She enjoyed the blissful ignorance of sleep for a moment, her mind still shielded from the previous day's events.
    But as she shifted in bed, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to the strange occurrences that had unfolded—a bizarre package, a mysterious bracelet, and the unsettling discovery of the pull-up she was wearing.
    "Must've been a weird dream," she mumbled to herself, her voice thick with sleep as she attempted to dismiss the surreal memories that lingered in the recesses of her mind. "There's no way any of that was real."
    Despite her attempts to convince herself of the absurdity of it all, a lingering sense of unease persisted within her consciousness. There was something undeniably tangible about the memories, a lingering presence that refused to be dismissed as mere figments of her imagination.
    Pushing aside her lingering doubts, Lisa swung her legs over the edge of the bed, preparing to face the day ahead. As she stretched, a sudden, intense pressure in her bladder jolted her from her thoughts, causing her to freeze mid-motion.
    "Uh-oh," she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking as the urgency of her need to pee washed over her. It was an overwhelming sensation, demanding her immediate attention and threatening to ruin her day before it started.
    Lisa scrambled out of bed, her movements quick and frantic as she stumbled towards the bathroom. The painful discomfort with each step reminded her of the urgency to relieve herself.
    As Lisa reached the bathroom door, her sense of urgency intensified, each step feeling heavier as if trudging through mud. The pressure in her bladder seemed to swell with each passing second, a relentless reminder of her body's urgent demand.
    Finally reaching the bathroom, Lisa's hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob, her heart pounding. With a shaky breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes darting to the familiar sight of the toilet.
    As she made her way toward it, each step felt like an eternity, the pressure in her bladder growing more unbearable by the second. She gritted her teeth, fighting against the overwhelming urge.
    With a final burst of desperate energy, Lisa shot her pajama pants to the floor with her panties as she reached the toilet just in time. A torrent of pent-up pressure released in a rush, and she closed her eyes in sheer gratitude as the immediate discomfort began to ebb away. Feeling a sense of relief.
    "That was a close one!" she muttered to herself, her voice echoing in the quiet confines of the bathroom, brushing it off as nothing more than an inconvenient morning.
    For a moment, all was quiet except for the sound of rushing water, the sensation of relief washing over her in waves. But as the last traces of urgency faded, a nagging thought crept into Lisa's mind: What time is it? She glanced at the clock in her bathroom, her heart sinking as she realized she was running late again! 
    "Damn it!" she muttered. Frustrated, she quickly got off the toilet and started getting ready, brushing her teeth like a mad woman while running to her closet to get dressed. 
    As Lisa hurriedly dressed and prepared to dash out of her apartment, her mind raced with the frantic energy of someone perpetually running behind schedule. "How did I forget to set an alarm again? Fuck!" she cursed under her breath, her frustration at an all-time high.
    She barely had time to slip into a pair of pants and hastily brush her hair, her movements fueled by a sense of urgency as she scrambled to gather her belongings. Snatching her purse from the beanbag chair in her room, Lisa glanced around her cluttered apartment before bolting out the door.
    As Lisa hurried out of her apartment, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her chaotic morning, she barely registered the hustle and bustle of the city streets as she made her way to the bus stop. She was barely making it to the bus in time for the second day. Not wanting to waste time, she stood for the short drive, rushing out of the bus to her workplace.
    As she reached the entrance, Lisa paused momentarily to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of her hurried journey. With a resigned sigh, she pushed open the glass doors and stepped into the bustling lobby, the familiar sights and sounds of the office building washing over her like a wave of familiarity.
    Navigating her way through the crowded lobby, Lisa offered a brief nod of acknowledgment to the security guard stationed at the front desk before making her way to the elevator around the corner. With a quick button press, she waited impatiently for the doors to slide open, her mind already racing ahead to the tasks awaiting her on the fifth floor.
    As the elevator doors finally parted, Lisa stepped inside and pressed the button for her floor, her anticipation building with each passing second. The gentle hum of the elevator's ascent filled the confined space, a soothing sound that offered a brief break from the chaos of the morning rush.
    As the elevator reached its destination and the doors slid open once more, Lisa stepped out into the familiar surroundings of her office floor, her gaze sweeping over the rows of cubicles and bustling workstations that filled the open space. With a determined stride, she made her way to her desk, her mind already turning to the tasks awaiting her attention.
    Settling into her chair, Lisa glanced at the clock on her computer screen, her heart sinking as she realized how late she was running. With a muttered curse, she quickly set to work, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she tackled the mountain of emails that awaited her.
    Lost in her thoughts, Lisa barely noticed when her coworker Sarah approached her desk, a sympathetic smile on her lips.
    "Hey, Lisa," Sarah said, her voice tinged with concern. "Another rough morning?"
    Lisa offered a weak smile in response, her mind still reeling from the day's chaos. "Yeah, just one of those days, you know?" she replied, her voice strained to maintain her composure.
    Sarah nodded understandingly, her gaze lingering on Lisa's weary expression. "You'll have to tell me about it at lunch." she offered gently and reassuringly.
    Lisa nodded gratefully, her heart warmed by Sarah's offer of support. "Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it," she said, her voice soft with gratitude. "I gotta get back to work right now, though; I still got a lot to catch up on. 
    As the morning wore on, Lisa was immersed in a whirlwind of work, her mind consumed by the endless stream of tasks that demanded her attention. The hours seemed to blur together as she typed away at her computer, her focus unwavering despite the chaos that threatened to overwhelm her.
    When lunchtime finally arrived, Lisa welcomed the opportunity to escape the confines of her desk, her tired muscles protesting as she pushed back her chair and rose to her feet. With a grateful sigh, she went to the break room, her stomach growling in anticipation of the meal awaiting her.
    As she entered the bustling room, Lisa's gaze immediately sought out her coworker Sarah, who was already seated at one of the small tables near the window. With a smile of recognition, she crossed the room and sat opposite her friend, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of Sarah's company.
    "Hey there," Sarah greeted, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Long time no see."
    Lisa chuckled tiredly, her shoulders sagging with relief as she settled into her chair. "Tell me about it," she replied, her voice heavy with exhaustion. "It's been one of those days."
    Sarah nodded sympathetically, her expression mirroring Lisa's weariness. "Well, hopefully, lunch will help brighten your day," she said, her tone filled with optimism.
    As they chatted over their meal, Lisa opened up to Sarah in a way she hadn't in weeks, her words tumbling out in a rush of pent-up emotion. She spoke of her work struggles and frustrations with her chaotic morning routine.
    But amidst the chaos and confusion, there was one bright spot in Lisa's life: Craig. As she recounted the events of their recent dates, her face lit up with a smile, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had captured her heart.
    "He's just so amazing, Sarah," Lisa gushed, her eyes shining happily. "I've never met anyone like him before. He's kind, funny, and incredibly thoughtful. I feel like I can be myself around him, you know?"
    Sarah listened attentively, her smile widening as she witnessed the genuine happiness radiating from her friend. "I'm thrilled for you, Lisa," she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "It sounds like things are really starting to heat up between you two."
    Lisa nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Oh, definitely," she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation. "He's been so sweet and attentive, always going out of his way to make me feel special. And he even invited me over to his place for the first time."
    Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity piqued by Lisa's revelation. "Wow, that's a big step," she remarked, her tone laced with intrigue. "How did it go?"
    Lisa's face lit up with a bright smile as she recalled the events of the previous evening. "It was incredible," she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "His apartment is gorgeous, and he went out of his way to make me feel welcome. We cooked dinner, watched a movie, and talked for hours. It felt so natural like we'd known each other for years."
    Sarah leaned in with a mischievous grin. "So, did you end up staying the night?" she asked, her eyebrows wiggling suggestively.
    Lisa's cheeks flushed pink as she shook her head. "No, not this time," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness. "I mean, it was tempting, but I didn't want to rush things, you know?"
    Sarah nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic. "Totally understandable," she agreed, her tone filled with reassurance. "You have to do what feels right for you."
    Lisa smiled gratefully, grateful for Sarah's understanding. "Exactly," she replied, her voice soft with gratitude. "I just want to take things slow and make sure we're both on the same page."
    As they finished their lunch and prepared to return to work, Lisa suddenly felt the familiar urgency in her bladder, just like she had experienced this chaotic morning.  Panic surged as she realized she needed to find a bathroom quickly.
    Ignoring the modesty of her situation, Lisa rushed off to the bathroom with her hand between her legs, her steps quick and determined. She could feel the pressure rising with each passing second, her heart racing.
    As she entered the bathroom, Lisa's heart sank at seeing the other ladies waiting for an open stall. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she anxiously shifted from foot to foot, desperate for relief.
    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a stall door swung open, she darted inside, ignoring the other ladies who were there before her. Breathing in ragged gasps. But disaster struck just as she locked the stall door with the other ladies outside calling her names for being rude.
    Hastily trying to get to the toilet, Lisa fumbled with her pants, her fingers trembling urgently. And then it happened. Before she could react, she felt the warm rush of urine soaking through her underwear, a sign of her body's betrayal.
    But to her shock, instead of feeling the humiliating dampness spreading down her legs, soaking her pants, Lisa stood in disbelief as her panties soaked up her accident. In an instant, they morphed into a pull-up diaper, the absorbent material miraculously soaking up her accident and leaving her pants dry. For a moment, Lisa could only stare in stunned silence at the surreal scene unfolding before her. 

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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to bowru in Mahou shoujo ni akogarete EP6   
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    ABDL chapter
    Submitter bowru Submitted 02/08/2024 Category Female  
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to fullbladder in Couples' Counselling   
    The first thing Minka noticed about the small office was the sweet smell of burning incense filling her nostrils, an immediate calming influence after the tense walk in. Next, the soft, soothing sound of flowing water filled her ears as the women passed through a secondary barrier a couple feet inside the entrance door- a thick set of multi-colored threads which dangled from the eight-foot ceiling, denying any view from the glass door into private counseling sessions.
     
    The entrance door slowly closed and automatically locked with a telling click as the couple took in the cozy but alarming scene. The small, circular, office space was full of character, unique in every way imaginable. A seemingly random mix of rich color decorated the walls and ceiling of the dimly-lit room- blood red, lavender purple, jungle green, and the rare splatter of white. Massive darkly-tinted windows graced the office’s east wall, while an impressive mantle and fireplace (complete with a roaring fire) completed the west region. The black tiled floor was covered with rugs of varied textures, shapes, and sizes, seemingly collected from all around the world.

    However, the central attraction of the space, aside from the even-more interesting woman there, was a formidable 5-foot white marble waterfall. It flowed tirelessly, boldly filling the small room with its naturally therapeutic sound. To complete the exotic, peaceful ambience, soft sitar music playfully danced with the flowing waterfall, and a pair of incense sticks burned next to a teapot set on a small table near the windows. Surprisingly, the room lacked all other furniture.
     
    A pretty woman, seemingly in her late-thirties or early-forties, sat cross-legged on a floor cushion, her eyes shut in a calm, meditative bliss. Her relaxed posture alerted ever so slightly as she opened her eyes in acknowledgement of the lesbian couple entering her office.
     
    “Oh, you’re early- I was just about to relieve myself before our time together started.” Dr. Vira spoke with a radiating peace which always helped soothe her troubled patients.
     
    It took a moment for the therapist’s unusually direct words to register. A large empty mug rested in front of her- she had obviously drunk from it over the course of the morning and now needed to pee.
     
    Bree spoke up. “It’s okay, we can wai-“
     
    “Gosh, I fear I have completely forgotten my manners- this session is really yours and not mine.” The fit lady effortlessly rose to her feet, smoothing out her beautiful ocean-blue Hawaiian skirt in the same motion. “Namaste, the degrees on the mantle say I am Dr. Vira, but you may call me Simi.”
     
    As Minka and Bree introduced themselves, Simi led them to the teapot and poured them hot cups of tea. She then retrieved her own mug, at least twice as voluminous as the couple’s teacups, and filled it to the brim. Finally, she walked the teapot to the waterfall, pushed it into the flowing water and waited until it was full again. With the insertion of a fresh teabag, the pot was plugged in again- it would be able to serve tea again in five minutes.
     
    Simi invited the ladies to sit down on one of the other cushions placed near the waterfall and returned to her own seat. Minka stared as the therapist took several big gulps from her mug, her need to urinate seemingly no longer an issue. What a peculiar woman! And yet, very attractive at the same time!
     
    Simi reached out her arms, inviting the two ladies to hold her hands. “Hello Bree, hello Minka. It is my pleasure to spend some time with you today- thank you so much for giving me this privilege.”
     
    She paused, allowing the younger women to smile and nod in agreement. “I’m Dr. Simi Vira and I describe myself as a water therapist. I believe that water can play a part in healing all of us- this is why I have shared with you, my tea.”
     
    Simi gestured towards the cups and lifted her own mug to her lips to take another big gulp. Minka and Bree sipped their own drinks- it truly was a great tea, with a strong flavor of cinnamon and honey.
     
    “We ourselves are water- 60% of our bodies are water and yet, we need more of it. We need to consume it to survive, and we must expel it to cleanse us. Water is truly the essence of all life- the surface of our home, Mother Earth, is 71% water. She needs the rains from the heavens above for her children, the trees and plants, to grow. Then, we, along with our fellow animal brothers and sisters, can gather foods to nourish ourselves.”
     
    Minka anxiously snuck a quick glance at Bree as Simi spoke. It seemed like she had made a truly grave mistake making an appointment with this crazy shrink. Her relationship was on the rocks and she had somehow left fixing their problems to a nutcase! Hopefully, Bree would be willing to give her a chance with another councilor. It didn’t look good- Bree’s gaze was locked on Simi and she was refusing to look over at her girlfriend, not even for one second!
     
    “As I have already told you, I need to relieve myself. However, part of our discipline as adult women is waiting for an appropriate moment to allow for our water be released from our bodies. Hence, out of respect for you both, I will now wait for the right time to pass my excess water- hopefully after our work together is done today. However, I do hope you will forgive me if I need to excuse myself prematurely. At the end of the day, our discipline is highly secondary to nature. We can not stop our urine from flowing into our bladders any more than we can stop the ocean's tide from flowing into the shore. And so, once my own bladder is full enough, I will need to empty it. Otherwise, I will surely find myself sitting on a wet cushion in a wet skirt- that is simply a matter of fact, a steadfast rule of nature.”
     
    She paused to shift uncomfortably on her cushion. “So please, kindly ignore my failure to relieve myself in a responsible manner- I should have peed before you arrived here for your session. I have made a truly childish mistake. However, to make amends, I will try my best to hold in my pee until our session together ends. As we continue drinking more tea together, I will undoubtedly shift around helplessly and hold my pussy like a little schoolgirl but please ignore my indiscretions and continue with the session. My severe discomfort will be merely my issue, my punishment for being undisciplined.”
     
    The two ladies stared on, wordlessly and in shock- what the hell was going on?
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to HypnoMangaEditor in Anime Girls wetting the bed (AI Generated) (Taking Requests)   
    Character Name: Haruka Hanabishi / Magia Magenta
    Anime/Game/Medium: Mahou Shoujo ni Akogarete / Gushing over Magical Girls
    Scenario: Special (small story with edits)
    Clothes: Clothed (pajamas)
    This series has quite a bit of Hypno stuff in it. I would highly recommend watching it because if they follow the Manga, Episode 4 or 5 should have an Age Regression/Diaper scene in it. There is another Hypno Age Regression scene with wetting and one of the Magical Girls being Diapered further out, but I fear unless we get 20+ Episodes, we won't reach that part of the Manga in the Anime. Anyway, here are the pictures.


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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Omo Alex in Omo Alex: Light Novel   
    After making the five-mile trek back to the dorms, it was 10 PM, and I needed to pee again. I debated swinging by the bathroom, but my stomach cried louder than my bladder, so I stayed with my roommates as we ate pizza and mixed drinks. I believe that “hunger is the best spice.” although we were chowing down on dollar store pizza after not eating anything since 11:00 AM, this pizza tasted like a five-star meal.
    After trying a beer that tasted like sewage in high school, I swore that I would never drink alcohol. Nerveless, after a little ‘peer pressure,’ I caved in and tried alcohol for the second time. Ari mixed rum and cola, and Beth mixed vodka with orange juice. After trying both, I was shocked at how good alcohol could taste. While eating, we each had a drink with two shots of liquor and 10 oz of either cola or orange juice.
    After we devoured the entire pizza, Ari pulled out a deck of cards and said: “Time for a drinking game!”

    I responded: “What’s the game? I’m no good at cards.”
    Ari looked at Beth, grinned, and continued: “It’s a simple game of truth or dare. You draw a card from the deck, and you have to do what the card says. If you skip the card, you drink.”
    Ben leaned forward and asked: “How do you win?”
    “Each card is worth a certain amount of points and is ranked A-D. Higher ranking cards are worth more points but are more challenging.”

    Ben asked, “What does the winner get?”
    Ari started responding but, Beth quickly cut her off and said: “The person in last place will have to do the winner’s laundry the entire semester.”
    Before any of us could object, Ari exclaimed: “Alex you go first!”
    Beth drew a card from the deck and placed it before me.

    I blushed and reluctantly started telling a story: “Two weeks ago, I competed in a 120-mile bike race. I was running late the morning of the race, so I skipped the bathroom, figuring I would pee on the five-hour train ride to the race’s location. However, rather than a long-distance train with a bathroom in the back, I got on a commuter train without any toilets!”
    “It was a hot summer day, and this was an important race, so I drank water on the train ride to stay hydrated. I figured there would be bathrooms at the race’s location. With my luck, the line for the bathroom was unfathomably long. This isn’t uncommon for races: race locations are often overcrowded without enough bathrooms at the park. This race had over five thousand competing students! The stinger was that this race was televised, and the park was crawling with spectators. Most of the other students just peed outside, but I couldn’t, not with that many people watching.”
    “After the race started, my bladder anguished for 20 miles before it retaliated and let out a hot jet of pee. But, the thing with peeing while cycling is that leg movement swiftly clenches any pee desperately trying to escape. I could have stopped peddling to let out more pee, but this was a competitive race. Losing 30 seconds would have been devastating.”

    “After my first partial accident, I stopped trying to hold it. Or, more accurately, my bladder had lost its strength, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. Every five to ten miles, when my bladder hit a tipping point, another gush of pee would escape and run down my legs.”
    Beth interjected: “I’ve seen bike races before. Doesn’t the peloton pull over in a group, and everyone pees on the side of the road?”
    I snapped: “Maybe in a men’s race! But female races are typically shorter, so the peloton doesn’t take breaks like that. Even if we did, it’s not like I would pull down my pants and pee on the side of a road lined with spectators.”
    “Besides, the peloton leader decides if the group takes a break. The peloton leader that day was fierce and led an aggressive pace. She was not taking any breaks! In fact, she wet herself! And let me tell you, this wasn’t a quick squirt like me. While leading the pack uphill, she sprayed everyone behind her for a solid minute! Maybe that was her secret tactic to winning the race: use her urine like a Mario Cart attack to splash people away from her.”
    “Before you say it, Yes, there are bathrooms along the race route but, a bathroom break would take at least 2 minutes, and if there is a line, you could forget about catching up to the peloton.”
    I scanned the dorm and continued onto the most embarrassing part: “Peddling was the only thing keeping my exhausted bladder clenched. Right once I crossed the finish line and stopped peddling, pee started gushing out. While I slowly glided my bike to a halt, pee showered down and left a noticeable pee trail behind me. The worst part was seeing all the heads turn towards me and hearing all the cameras clicking.”

    Ari jumped up and yelled, “I knew I recognized you from somewhere! You were all over the internet forms!”
    I cried, “Huh, what! Where?”
    Ari responded, “Oh, errr, umm, never-mind. Ben, your turn!”

    Ben drew dare card C-01, which required him to drink. Beth handed Ben a red solo cup filled with orange juice and one shot of vodka. Beth pulled dare card B-11, requiring her to remove her pants. Beth eagerly ripped off her leggings, looked at the three of us, and sat down with her legs spread apart-- a bold position considering that she had a visible camel toe. Ari drew truth card D-02, which asked her: “Where do you pee when the toilets are all occupied?”
    This piqued my interest, and I asked: “Yeah, where do you pee at school during the day?”
    Ari started: “As you know, the average wait time for a toilet on campus is around 25 minutes. If I enter the restroom, I usually pee in the sink. But, there is often a line for the sink as well.”

     
    “There are several floor drains throughout the school that have become popular pee places. Once the freshmen catch on, there are always a few students peeing at the same time there. Without stall restrictions, floor drains can accommodate quite a few people at once. I’ll aim my piss directly into the floor drain, but others just pee in the general proximity of the drain. In the scheme of things, it doesn’t matter if you aim: everything around a floor drain is tiled and sloped towards the center, so the pee never pools.”
    “Hmm... there are also some lockers with pee buckets.”
    Ben cried: “PEE BUCKETS?”
    Ari nonchalantly explained: “It’s something the garden club started. Some members converted their lockers into ‘recycle stations’ where they collect pee using buckets with wide openings. The pee is transported to the garden club and mixed with compost. The urine helps break down the compost and adds nutrients to the soil.”

    Beth chimed in: “Just remember, when peeing outside of the bathroom, you gotta be careful not to get caught ‘indecent.’ Punishment from the administrators can get pretty cruel. For this reason, many students wet themselves in these locations instead. You can wet your leggings while crouching over a floor drain, but the second you pull your underwear down, you are in a world of hurt if you get caught.”
    Ari rolled her eyes and said: “Psh, those are just rumors made up to scare underclassmen. Faculty never ‘patrols’ the halls; I have yet to meet a student who was punished for taking a piss with their panties pulled down.”
    Beth snapped: “Yeah, well, what about what happened to us last semester!!”
    Ari snapped back: “That was totally different! You were completely naked, drunkenly running around the dorms, peeing on people’s doors. Obviously, you got punished for that. I’m just talking about respectful students peeing between classes!”
    Ben jumped up and said: “I think I see where this game is going. I’m going to run to the bathroom.” Ben tried to open the door, but It didn’t budge. Ben cried: “Am I crazy, or is the door locked from the outside?” My heart sank; I also really needed to pee. The drinks were starting to catch up, and I could now feel the pressure on my bladder building.
    While Ben continued to fumble with the door handle, I noticed a note by his feet and shouted: “Look! There is a note under the door.”
    The note said: “BETH! You little shit!! I know you are drinking again. I’ll unlock your door in the morning. My reputation can’t afford an incident like we had last year. -- Your RA”
    Beth defensively said: “Psh, It wasn’t that big of an ‘incident’; I didn’t even pee on their door!”
    Ben air quoted: “Small ‘incident,’ yeah, I bet.” Ben and I looked at each other, and we giggled. Ever since our shared wetting accident during cross-fit, the chemistry between us has sparked. We constantly exchanged glances, and talking didn’t feel awkward – a significant accomplishment as an introvert. Once again, we both needed to pee and this time, we were locked in the dorm room together... How far will this game of truth or dare take us?
    I timidly asked: “What do we do now that we are locked in? I also need to wee.”
    Ari grinned and said: “We finish the game silly! That’s what! These drinks aren’t going to drink themselves!”
    Beth yelled: “I’m going to win that laundry service!”
    Ari flipped a card from a different deck, placed it in the middle of the room, and explained: “At the end of each cycle, a group card is played. These are either zero-point group dares or cards won by a single person in a competition.”

     
    A holding competition! Ari and Beth clearly had an unfair advantage since they last peed in the shower room around 8:30 PM, whereas Ben and I last peed during class around 6:30 PM. Around 10 PM, we started drinking caffeinated soda, alcohol, and orange juice-- three things that make you need to pee right away. I wonder if Ari planned this from the start?
    Beth yelled: “Alex, it’s your turn! The group card is done while we continue playing individual cards.” Beth flipped another card and gave it to me.

    My face immediately turned red. Showing my dirty underwear would be rather embarrassing…
    I stuttered, “Ummm, hmm, do I have to?”
    Ari leaned towards me, eyeing the hamper under my bed, and said, “If you pass on a card, you lose the card’s designated amount of points, and you have to down a 12 oz drink.”
    This was a tricky decision. On the one hand, an extra drink would surely make me wet myself first, but on the other, my panties are really dirty. Not just dirty with fresh pee but dirty with permanent stains caused by incontinence and discharge. However, I’m pretty sure they noticed my stained panties in the locker room earlier; this may offer me a chance to explain my situation.
    Sheepishly, I said: “Well, OK. I’ll dig out my panties from the hamper, just don’t take any photos.”

    Ari crawled over to me and dove her nose down as if she were about to sniff my blue panties; instinctively, I pushed her face away. Ari cried: “Aww, Alex, you're no fun! These pee stains are impressive; they are obviously more than a few months old. Even students who frequently wet themselves here don’t form stains like this in their first semester. How did you get them?!”
    Timidly, I said: “I do a lot of running, and when I go for a run, I get slightly incontinent. I don’t wet myself completely, but it does dampen my groin. Over time, it builds up and stains my underwear.”
    Admittedly, this was a bit of a white lie. I do leak a lot more while I run, but regular activity is often enough for me to leak throughout the day. It’s the 24/7 dribble that is constantly drying that forms the permanent stains.
    Beth looked at me and said: “You should wear diapers.”
    Defensibly, I responded: “No way! I could never run wearing diapers.”

    Ari turned to me, saying: “I agree, DO NOT GET DIAPERS. Don’t listen to her, Alex! I know a place where you can sell these panties and make a killing! Stains that don’t wash out sell 10x what lightly worn panties sell for.”
    Ari kept staring at my panties; you could see that gears were turning in her head as she plotted something. I started to realize why Beth was hesitant to hang out with her. Ari is crazy! Who just insists that someone sell their panties? I’m not that type of person. But, hypothetically, if I sold my old stained panties, I could afford a new set. Then, I might be less embarrassed to get changed around others…
    Beth drew a card and handed it to Ben.

    Ben’s gaze turned from my panties to me, and then he zoned out while smiling. I felt a chill run down my spine and a tingling sensation between my legs. Noticing that my vagina was starting to get wet, I blushed and looked away. I knew showing my underwear was a mistake! It got Ari excited, but now Ben? Was Ben fantasizing about my panties, or maybe it was the mention of my incontinence? I don’t know why, but the thought of Ben getting aroused by my incontinence made me crazy horny. I crossed my legs, ensuring nobody would notice if my leggings also got wet...
    After calling Ben’s name a few times, Beth slapped Ben on the face and said: “What’s your pee fantasy?”
    Ben stuttered and said: “Oh, um, badly needing to pee while swimming.”
    Ari shouted: “LAME! What is your actual fantasy? Don’t lie this time!”
    Ben blushed, paused momentarily, and replied: “That’s it, I swear! I love peeing in a cold pool; the feeling of a warm pee jet running down your legs, seeing the yellow plume of piss that slowly gets diluted to nothing, swimming through a warm patch of water, and trying to figure out who just peed.”
    Beth sighed and drew a card for herself, glanced at it, and flipped it around so we could see it.

    Beth said: “This card is easy. My favorite place to pee is the garden club; they let students pee anywhere in their massive garden!”
    Ari yelled: “That’s just peeing outside!”
    Defensively, Beth said: “It’s not ‘just peeing outside’; it’s giving plants the nutrients required to flourish and grow vegetables. Peeing in the garden gives my piss meaning!”
    Ari rolled her eyes and drew a card for herself.

    Ari grinned and said: “Lucky me! I get to pee a little while not changing my status in the holding contest.” Ari stood in the middle of the dorm and pulled her short shorts down. Ari then locked eyes with me and slowly pulled her panties down. Ari pointed to the stain on the crotch of her panties and said: “See this, Alex, I’ve worn these nearly every day the last four months, and I finally formed a fair stain. Despite being nothing compared to yours, this pair will sell for $70.” My jaw dropped, $70!
    Ari gently used her fingers to spread her labia open, moaned, and let out two one-second spurts of pee. Pee went flying onto the floor in front of her, and a little pee splattered on her thighs and shorts. Ari slowly pulled up her panties, using them as a wipe to dry her legs. Ari then rubbed her pussy through her now half-wet panties, grinned, and said, “I feel much better now.”
    Beth drew a group card and placed it on the floor.

    We mixed drinks, set a timer, and sat on the floor to exchange stories. Everyone got two 12 oz red solos to finish in the half hour. Ari and Beth downed their drinks quickly, but Ben and I took time sipping them. I was now starting to feel the effects of the alcohol; I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely tipsy.
    I tried to listen as everyone told stories, but my bladder was now bulging. All my attention was focused on finding the most comfortable sitting position. I also experimented with the best way to hold your groin to alleviate pressure. Wherever I tried, it didn’t work very long. I came to the conclusion that squirming a little while changing hand positions worked the best.
    Ben told us about where he used to pee when his boarding school roommates occupied the bathroom. I couldn’t listen to that story; men have it much easier finding places to pee than females do. UGH, OK, you just peed in a water bottle! Great, if I tried that, I would make a mess everywhere.
    Ari and Beth told us about how they got in trouble as freshmen. While listening, I tried to determine the plausibility of their stories. I’ve seen nearly a dozen wetting accidents in my first three days of school, yet I still feel like I must take everything they say with a grain of salt. Everything about this school still sounds absurd to me.
    By the time we had five minutes left on the timer, I had only finished one of my red solo cups. With Ari and Beth cheering me on, I downed my second drink and immediately felt the weight of my stomach pushing down on my bladder.
    During cross-fit class, needing to pee felt painful. But now, the sensation felt good. Really good. Rousing? The alcohol was making me feel warm and tingly all over. But there was something else. Maybe it was that I was getting aroused by the way Ben glanced at me every time that I squirmed my legs. Or perhaps, the bladder pressure was adding to my horniness.
    Once the timer went off, Ari snatched a card from the deck and placed it in front of me.

    I got up and started doing pushups. I immediately recognized the difficulty of this card. Not only did I have to pee really bad, but all my muscles were extremely sore from our cross-fit class earlier, and I was dizzy from the alcohol. After doing each pushup, Beth judged it and decided if I had to redo it due to “poor form.” However slow, I managed to do 20 pushups.
    Planking was even more difficult since I had to hold the plank for a continuous minute. About thirty seconds into the plank, my stomach muscle twitched, and a gush of pee rushed out my pussy, and a few drops hit the floor. Immediately, Beth shouted: “Look, Alex is wetting herself!”
    Defensively, I said: “No, no, that doesn’t count as an accident!”
    After I finished planking, everyone came over to me and examined whether this counted as an “incontinent incident” or if I actually wet myself and was disqualified from the holding contest.

    Ari remarked: “Only Alex’s pussy is wet; I deduce that less than half a second of pee was released; this is clearly not an accident!”
    Ben concurred: “This definitely doesn’t count as ‘peeing’”
    Beth disagreed, but she was outnumbered, so I was safe.
    Ari nudged me and said: “I’m starting to think you get incontinent more than just when you go for a run.” Ari then flipped over a card and handed it to Ben.

    Ben looked around and said: “The worst bathroom I ever used was at the summer camp where I worked. The bathroom was always empty since it was in a secluded area. It was a coed bathroom with five toilet stalls. This bathroom was filthy; I’m sure it was never cleaned. There was toilet paper on the ground, used condoms, feminine hygiene wrappers, etc. Every surface was stained with dirt or piss. The bathroom also had terrible lighting, making everything look even dirtier. As a result, I avoided the bathroom and peed outside every chance that I had.”
    I turned to Ben and said: “I think I can picture that. When running cross country, the park bathrooms were always super dirty. Nobody on the team wanted to use them, but they were our only option. Well, some people peed outside, but as a girl, I try to avoid doing that.”
    Ari grinned and said: “PSH, a dirty bathroom is no big deal. It’s not like you ever touch the toilet. Just hover over it and spray!”
    I blushed and said: “I’ve never done that.”
    Ari grinned and said: “I’ll show you how someday.” Ari then drew a card and handed it to Beth.

    As Beth stood up, Ari said: “Beth, are you really going to drop out of the holding contest?”
    Beth responded: “I may not look it, but I badly need to pee. I’m not sure I can hold out any longer if I drink more. I’m playing it safe by doing this card.”
    Beth got into her bed, knelt down. I heard a hissing noise, and then, half a second later, a jet of pee started flying out of her blue panties, showering down onto her bed sheets. Out of the edges of her panties, pee was dribbling down and running along her thighs.
    Out of curiosity, I asked: “Aren’t you worried about the mattress?”
    While peeing, Beth responded: “The mattresses are 100% waterproof vinyl. While you wash your sheets, you can clean the mattress with a damp towel. The biggest pain is the bed sheets; they stain easily.”
    I immediately saw what Beth was talking about. Her pee wasn’t absorbing into the mattress at all. Beth was kneeling in a puddle of pee that had formed above her bed sheets. After peeing for a solid minute, Beth got off the bed and returned to sit with us.
    Ari drew a card and started diabolically laughing.

    Ari looked at Ben and I and said: “I dare you two to have a tickling contest. You can only stop when one of you wets yourself.”
    I looked at Ben, and he smiled and said, “Sure, let's do this.” I could see that Ben needed to pee pretty badly from his posture and how he talked about needing to pee earlier. However, I probably needed to pee even worse than Ben. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it... Ben locked eyes with me and nodded; his gaze told me he desperately wanted to tickle me. This gave me a rush of horny excitement. Reluctantly, I said, “OK, I’ll do this dare.”
    I didn’t know if I was ticklish, but I quickly found out that was the case. Ben immediately lunged towards me, pinned me on my back, and started tickling my exposed belly. I immediately started laughing. My entire body was shaking. Ben’s warm hands running up and down my stomach, tickling me, got me excited and tingly all over. My nipples got rock hard, and my pussy started getting even more wet. As Ben continued to tickle me, I started shaking, and then a squirt of pee flew into my already-soaked panties.
    I couldn’t hold this position much longer; I needed to go on the offensive. I used my feet to push Ben off of me, and then I sat up and slid my hands up under Ben’s shirt and started tickling his stomach. Finding his ticklish spot was hard, but he eventually started laughing.
    Unexpectedly, Ben used a wrestling move, which maneuvered him directly behind me with his chest pressed against my back while I remained sitting. Ben used his legs to pin my thighs against the floor. I tried to reach my hands behind to tickle him, but he grabbed both my arms and used one of his hands to pin both my arms against my back. Ben used his free hand to start tickling me.

    Ben tickled my stomach, my legs, and then my feet. I learned that I’m the most ticklish at the bottom of my feet. When Ben discovered this weakness, he took full advantage and sent me into a hysterical laughing frenzy. My entire body was shaking in an orgasmic laughing fit. I started gushing pee out in high-velocity squirts that lasted several seconds each. After squirting several times, Ben slid me up onto his lap. Ben then started tickling my stomach and thighs with both hands. This made me laugh even harder, and I started peeing while shaking without realizing it. After I realized I was peeing, there was little I could do to stop it. Pee was slowly dribbling out and trickling onto Ben’s lap. Ben paid no attention to the splashing pee and all the noises I was making and instead doubled down and tickled me even harder. Each pulsation of my body sent more pee outwards. It was as if my bladder muscle was deactivated, and Ben was now shaking all the pee out of my body.
    When my bladder was about half way empty, I felt a hot jet of pee hit my groin from behind: Ben had started peeing. I turned around to look at Ben, and he discretely winked at me. I quickly picked up on his plan: Ben had purposefully positioned me onto his lap so that my pee would shield his own accident. Before I had a second to react, Ben started tickling both my feet, which made me go crazy again. While laughing hysterically, I was practically grinding on Ben’s lap while his pee jet massaged my aroused peeing pussy. This gave me a new feeling of ecstasy that I have never experienced before. We both finished peeing about twenty seconds later. Or maybe Ben just forced himself to stop peeing after I stopped leaking pee on his lap. Regardless, my bladder was now empty, and I felt like I just had an orgasm.
    At this point, our dorm room floor was covered with pee, Ben and I were soaked, and we were panting like dogs. Ari came over and said, “Bravo, you two little love birds gave quite a show! Looks like Ben won!”
    I rolled off Ben and we both stood up and blushed. Ben shouted: “We aren’t lovers! This was just a.. a competitive tickling contest.” I though of something to say, but words slipped my mind. I was still fixated on the stirring sensation within my vagina.
    Ari looked down at Ben and said: “Your little guy says differently.” I turned around to look, but Ben quickly covered himself with a red solo cup.
    Before Ben could respond, Beth said: “I guess that just leaves the holding competition between Ari and Ben.” Beth walked up to Ben and Ari and sucker-punched them both in the stomach simultaneously.
    Ben jumped back and said: “Ouch, Beth, what was that for?”
    Ari, on the other hand, fell down to the floor. Shortly after, you could hear a loud hissing noise. Ari was wetting herself! Ari cried: “No fair Beth, I could have lasted at least thirty more minutes!!”
    Beth responded: “I want to actually get some sleep tonight. Let’s tally the points, but it looks like Ben won.”

    Shortly after tallying the points, we all slept on the floor. Beth’s bed was wet from her dare earlier, and Ari was a guest, so she didn’t have a bed to sleep in. We all decided to sleep on the floor in the name of equality. Plus, after whispering to Ben, we both thought it was too risky to sleep in our beds while needing to pee.
    On the floor, I was sandwiched between Ari and Ben. Ari was a restless sleeper who constantly tossed and turned; Ben made soft snoring noises while he slept. After eventually falling asleep, I was woken up by Ben having an accident. Ben must have rolled over earlier since he was right beside me, putting me in his “puddle zone.” I quickly went back to sleep, appreciating the warmth of his pee.
    The second time I woke up, I felt pee streaming out my pussy and rolling sideways down my ass and thighs, adding to the puddle between Ben and myself. I didn’t even notice that I needed to pee that bad, but I guess alcohol makes me a bed wetter! Rather than stopping it, I continued to pee since we were still locked in the dorm with nowhere to go. While continuing to pee, Ben moaned and rolled in closer towards me. I could feel Ben’s breath down my neck; we were practically spooning-- except we didn’t have our arms locked. We probably got this close to each other by accident, but it still made me horny. We were sleeping right next to each other, laying in each other’s pee.
    When I woke up the following day, I noticed that Ari had also wet herself in the middle of the night. Ari was lodged tightly against me, with her legs strewn over my own. I rolled over Ben, shook him awake, and we got ready for class. Today was the freshmen induction ceremony.

     
    … to be continued
     
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to userabc124 in Hidden Beneath   
    Chapter 9 - Aria’s braces
    Over the next few weeks, Aria and Alex went on several dates. They explored the city, tried new restaurants, and even went to a concert together. Aria felt like she had finally found someone who truly understood her.
    As they grew closer, Aria couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter at the pharmacy. She never would have expected to meet someone like Alex in such an unexpected place, but she was glad that she had.
    As her days at the pharmacy became busier, Aria found herself spending less time with her boyfriend, Alex. Though she missed him, she was also grateful for the fulfilling and challenging work that kept her engaged at work. 
    All of this hard work made her think she should start taking advantage of the benefits that came with it. One of the benefits she was most excited about was the orthodontics coverage. Aria had always wanted straighter teeth, and now she had the opportunity. 
    She made an appointment with Mia, an orthodontist that came highly recommended by her coworkers and she had great reviews online. Aria scheduled a consultation to see if she was a good candidate for braces.
    When Aria arrived at Mia's office, she was greeted warmly by the receptionist. She was then taken back to an exam room where Mia introduced herself and asked Aria about her dental history. She was then led to a room where a technician took a scan of her teeth using a small, handheld device. The process was quick and painless, and Aria was amazed at how advanced the technology was. After examining Aria's teeth, Mia determined that she was a good candidate for braces. 
    "We will be using traditional metal braces your straighten and the process will take about 18-24 months."
    Mia continues typing away on her laptop
    "Let's see when the soonest we can get you in..."
    "Looks like we have an appointment available tomorrow, are you available at 4pm?"
    Aria is surprised, "Awesome let's book it!"
    Mia explained that the process would take about an hour and a half, and advised her to use the bathroom before they started.
    The next day, Aria arrived at Mia's office in a flurry as it took her longer to clock out. She was greeted by Mia’s assistant, Lynn at the front desk.
    “Help yourself to a seat, Mia will be right with you”
    Aria sat down and found an old issue of Popular Science to flip through.
    She overheard Lynn talking to Mia. 
    “Your next patient is here, but no rush”
    “Okay, lead them to the room. I’ll head over in a minute”
    “Mia…You should give yourself a quick break, you’ve been back to back without lunch! Atleast check yourself in the bathroom”
    “Don’t you worry babe, this is my last one and then we can go home and change for our dinner”
    Lynn opened the waiting room door and walked her down the led her to the dental chair, Aria was reminded she hadn't had time to use the bathroom before heading over.
    "I actually need to use the bathroom, is this a good time?"
    Mia smiled, "Sure thing, the bathroom is down the hall and to the left"
    Aria headed over to bathroom which was a private single bathroom. 
    As she sat down on the toilet, she noticed three large packages of adult diapers on a shelf. It wasn't just a shelf but looked like a large size changing table. She found it odd but didn't think much of it. She finished up and headed back to the exam room.
    When Aria sat back down in the exam chair, she noticed that Mia had an extra-large Starbucks cup on the counter.

    “Yeah I know.. it’s a lot coffee! I stayed up really late playing a board game” chuckled Mia.
    “I love board games, what game?”
    “Twilight Imperium, it’s kinda like if you made a game out of a space opera” Mia replied as she reached into the drawer for setting up.
    “Oh yeah I love that game, I played the 4th edition a couple months ago. That’s a long game to fit in an evening!”
    Mia politely gestured Aria to the beige leather dental chair.
    “Yeah it was! We played from 8 to 2 am with 5 players. We had all ordered boba and food ordered ahead of time and each of races chosen prior to the day.”
    “Even with that prep, that is really fast for a 5 player game! How’d y’all have time for bathroom breaks?!”
    Mia is laughing as she clips the dental bib around Aria.
    “There was zero time for bathroom breaks BUT we somehow we made it work.”
    As time passed in the procedure, Aria couldn't help but notice that Mia seemed a little bit distracted as she kept shifting in her rolling stool.
    Mia carefully attached each bracket to her teeth. She explained each step of the process and answered any questions that Aria had.
    As Mia worked, Aria couldn't help but notice that her movements were becoming more and more fidgety. She kept tensing her legs, and her face was starting to look a little flushed. Her large coffee had long been empty, so Aria figured it must be jitters from all the caffeine.
    "Okay, we’re practically at the finish line, we just need to rinse away residual cement from the braces"
    Mia leaned in closer to reach the further back teeth, followed by a hissing sound from the sprayer. The sprayer stopped but Aria was still hearing a hissing sound. At first, Aria thought it was the sound of other dental equipment, but then she realized that it was coming from Mia.
    She could see two small wet spot forming and spreading on the front of Mia's scrubs. Aria's heart began to race as she realized that Mia was peeing herself!
    Mia seemed completely unaware of the growing patches of pee on her pants. She was focused on the finishing touches of Aria’s brackets. 

    “Okay, I’m gonna be right back. I’m grabbing a portable water flosser, this is how you’ll need to floss with braces,  you can it buy from us or online”
    As Mia got up from the stool, Aria could see that the wet patches had seeped around her crotch through the back. Mia had a waddle in her walk and it was clear that her pants seemed inflated in volume. 
    It took only a second for Aria to connect her visit to the bathroom that Mia is wearing diapers and she leaked!
    Mia came back with the flosser, and had a sweatshirt wrapped around her waist, covering up her wet spots.
    “So what you’ll need to for flossing is use this device, what it does is shoot a tiny focused spout of water through your teeth like this..”
    Mia goes on to show how it works on Aria’s teeth in detail.
    Aria can’t believe how unfazed Mia is about her diaper leak! Is it that she is not embarrassed about it or that she think she caught the leak before anyone else saw and could get away with covering it up? Aria thought to herself.
    As Aria was led to the front desk to book her next appointment, she couldn't help but notice the way Mia's hip swayed as she waddled and the diaper bulge did a little sway as well beneath the sweater.
    “Thanks for coming in, see you in a couple months!” Lynn said as Aria walked out.
    Aria took the train home and as she was thinking about how Alex reacts to her new braces when all of a sudden, she receives a text from him. 
    “Hey babe, I have some important news for you. Let’s meet at our favorite restaurant in an hour”
    She was giddy that Alex was thinking about her, but then paused for a moment, and questioned why there wasn’t any exclamation or energy in his message.
    “I hope this isn’t bad news…” Aria thought to herself.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Noot in Cassie and Lola   
    This one is a commission based off an idea by @ed2- it features some alcohol and drug content so be warned!

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    There was still dew on the grass when Cassie pulled up her handbrake outside Hawthorne Court on Saturday morning. She left the car overhanging a double yellow; there were no parking rules today. The city had relaxed all restrictions in anticipation of almost ten thousand teenagers moving in, to save parents the hassle of looking for somewhere to leave their vehicles while they lugged luggage into the cramped budget rooms that students would be spending the next ten months in. Cassie had not come with her parents, and there was no traffic when she arrived just past seven. She liked to do things early. 
     
    In the chilly air she grabbed the first backpack from her passenger seat, pausing only to check her reflection in the wing mirror. While not usually one to worry about her appearance, Cassie was suddenly nervous to meet her roommate- she wanted to make a good first impression, if she could. In truth, Cassie hadn't wanted a roommate. She hadn't been left with much choice. Her budget was not exactly flexible. 
     
    But she was stuck with one, and it wouldn't do to turn up looking like a straggler on the first day. Brushing blonde hair out of brown eyes, Cassie dabbed one finger with her tongue and used the moisture to rub the dry skin under her nose into some kind of shape. It looked better once she'd got some spit on it, albeit still noticeable up close. One thing that wasn't so obvious was the puppy fat that still protruded over her waistband just a little. Cassie had gotten used to wearing baggy clothes to hide her figure, which came in doubly useful when she wanted to disguise the flat chest she'd never been happy with. 
     
    Cassie left her little car where it was and approached the building, one hand clutching the electronic key fob she'd picked up twenty minutes before from a building that served almost all of the city's student halls. She was looking forward to testing out the toilet in her new dorm, if mainly because she'd been in the car for three hours and now she really needed to use it. Luckily, her room was only on the first floor, and it took no more than twenty seconds to get from the entrance of the building to the door of the place she'd be living in that year.
     
    The building was just as she'd expected- cheap and not particularly clean- but it would do. While Cassie was used to more lavish surroundings, her family had fallen on hard times since her childhood and this was the one of the few accommodations in the city they could afford, as long as the student loan company recognised them as still being rich. She was determined to make the best of it. Reaching the door to room 12, Cassie felt like a ghost in the building. Almost everyone was moving in today, but so early in the morning none of them were around yet.
     
    She opened the door and was met with one of the biggest shocks of her life. Cassie had already seen the floor plan of the rooms when she'd booked to move in, so she'd already known how small it would be. She'd already known that there was one single bed against either wall, facing a tiny TV, a pair of desks and two small clothes closets. She'd already known that the shared en-suite bathroom was situated directly opposite the entrance. But the last thing she'd have expected was to see the bathroom door wide open, and a young woman sitting on the toilet.
     
    Cassie's first instinct was to back away, but she turned just as the door shut behind her and locked automatically. As she was trying to open it again, sure to leave no doubt that she wasn't looking at the girl, a soft voice called out to her. 
     
    "Hey, where are you going?"
     
    Cassie stopped. The voice had an accent, but one she couldn't place. It sounded vaguely South American to her, or maybe Spanish. What really threw her off was the confusion in the voice. It was like the woman couldn't understand why Cassie would try to leave after catching her on the toilet. 
     
    "I'll- I'll wait outside," Cassie stammered, starting to pull the front door open.
     
    "Oh, I would not do that if I were you," the voice said- it sounded like she was smiling. "I'm going to be here for a long time". 
     
    Not seeing any other option, Cassie slowly turned back around and looked at the sitting girl. She certainly looked like she could be from South America, with hair the colour of chocolate and big eyes to match. Cassie thought she had a pretty face- no supermodel, in her opinion, but certainly pretty. 
     
    Sitting on the toilet in profile, Cassie could only see the girl's left side, but that was enough to get a good idea that they were roughly of an age with each other. She wore jeans pulled down all the way to her ankles, just a hint of pink underwear visible tucked inside the denim. On her top half was one of the tightest tee-shirts Cassie had ever seen, and they left little to the imagination when it came to a pair of d-cup breasts, or a perfectly flat belly. It was cut off high, revealing two purple stretch marks. 
     
    "I didn't expect to see anyone so early! You must be a morning person," the girl said. As she spoke, Cassie couldn't miss the clear tinkle of pee hitting the water in the bowl. It was only a short spurt, no more than a second. Cassie got the impression that the woman had finished peeing a while ago, and this was just an aftershock as she attempted to push out something much bigger. The smell in the room certainly backed that up- a scent of stale farts, beyond a doubt. Again Cassie found herself wondering if she should wait outside.
     
    "Do you... want me to close the bathroom door?" Cassie asked, timidly starting towards where the woman was seated. 
     
    "No, leave it open. There are no windows in here, it needs the air". The girl fanned the air around her with one hand as if to demonstrate. Cassie could only imagine how bad it must have smelt up close. "My name is Lola," she said. 
     
    "I'm Cassie," said Cassie. "You must be my new roommate?"
     
    A fart sputtered out of Lola, echoing in the bowl. "I moved in last night. I didn't think you'd be here until later".
     
    "I'm guessing that explains the open door?"
     
    Lola gave her a puzzled look. "No,' she said, "I just didn't close it". 
     
    "Oh, okay". Cassie wasn't sure how to take that. 
     
    She was about to excuse herself and go to grab more bags from her car when Lola said, "So, what are you studying?"
     
    "Anthropology, and you?"
     
    "I do Ancient History," Lola told her with a slight grunt in her voice. Cassie was more than a little confused by the scene she'd walked into. She'd never seen another person on the toilet before. Her family were private people, and she'd been taught from a very early age that this wasn't something that should ever be shared, not with anyone. She couldn't understand why her new roommate was casually going with the door open as if there was no shame at all in what she was doing. 
     
    Still, she was determined not to appear rude or overdramatic, so she didn't say the things she was thinking. She didn't ask Lola what the hell was wrong with her, for example. Who leaves the door open when they go to the toilet, especially for a number two? It didn't make any sense to her at all.
     
    "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable," Lola said, acknowledging the unusual situation for the first time, "I would have preferred to meet you first". 
     
    You and me both. "It's okay. I was just a bit surprised, that's all". 
     
    "I always have to poop in the mornings," explained Cassie's new roommate, "it usually takes me a while. I think I'm nearly done here, though". 
     
    "That's... good?"
     
    Lola smiled at her with perfect teeth. "Ay, you don't need to be so shy. We're roommates now, there's no point being modest". 
     
    Cassie had already thought that through, though in truth she didn't much like thinking about it. Yes, it was true that it wouldn't be practical to worry about privacy when sharing a room. She couldn't get changed in the bathroom every single day. Still, she'd figured it would be easy enough to put on and off her bras and pairs of knickers under the sheets, then slip out of bed for the rest. This was a completely different matter. 
     
    And Cassie had another reason to want Lola off the toilet as soon as possible: her need to pee was getting much worse. If she didn't sit down and go soon, things were likely to get very uncomfortable for her. But there was no way she was going to admit that out loud, especially not to someone she barely knew. Hell, she hated talking about her bodily functions even to her closest friends and family. 
     
    Clearly Lola had no such inhibitions. She was grunting openly now, straining hard to finish the job. The girl's brown eyes scrunched shut tightly when she pushed. It might have been endearing in another context, but not when Cassie could see the rest of Lola's body- including one thigh and some of her bum.
     
    Cassie was about to say something when a loud splash rang out through the room. Across Lola's pretty face spread a look of exquisite relief, as if she'd just pushed a bowling ball out of her. She grinned at Cassie as the smell in the room intensified by half. It was so powerful that Cassie felt as though she was in the room with Lola. "That feels so much better already," she sighed, relaxing her tensed muscles, "I needed to go last night but I thought is better to wait". Another trickle of urine pattered into the water like rain. 
     
    Lola reached uncomfortably behind herself to lift a near-full roll of toilet paper off of the tank. She carefully tore off two squares and folded them to form one thick piece. That's strange, Cassie thought, we're clearly nothing alike and yet we wipe in the same way. What a weird thing to notice. She banished the rogue thought from her mind; suddenly she was very aware that she hadn't said anything in a long time. 
     
    When Lola wiped her butt for a first time and brought the soiled paper out to inspect, Cassie finally decided it was her cue to leave. "I'm- going to go and get some more of my things, from my car. I'll be back in a minute". 
     
    Lola dropped the paper between her thick thighs, apparently satisfied, and tore another two squares off. "Okay! It was nice meeting you, Cassie!"
     
    With her own bladder still uncomfortably full, Cassie slipped out of the room, careful not to open the door too wide in case a passer-by got an unwanted glimpse of her roommate doing something gross. Her head was swimming on the way back down the stairs. Did she really just meet her new roommate in such a bizarre situation? She certainly had no intention of coming straight back up with a bag. She wanted to wait a moment to give Lola time to finish up, so that the next time they saw each other both would be fully clothed and maybe- just maybe- they could forget the whole bloody thing. 
     
    She wouldn't wait too long, though. She really needed a wee. 
     
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    In spite of the unorthodox start to their relationship, Cassie's first week living with Lola passed by in a flash. That was mainly because they were both so busy- between induction classes, campus tours and Lola going out partying almost every night, they hadn't seen much of each other. Cassie enjoyed the evenings, when she'd be alone in the room. She could sit on her bed and put whatever she wanted on TV, or listen to music, or get some studying done. They'd met on Saturday, and by the next Friday afternoon, Cassie still felt like she barely knew Lola.
     
    Lola's attitude to bathroom priv4acy hadn't changed one bit, so far as Cassie could tell. When the girl had to pee, she would do it, without closing the door or worrying where Cassie was. Apparently Lola hadn't even considered the possibility that Cassie might think it was weird. She didn't hesitate, either, when she needed to go number two- which happened at least once a day, as reliable as the sun coming up. And if Lola had had a lot to drink the night before (which had been almost every night) she would need to empty her bowels in the mornings, too. It was always loud, it always smelt and it always took a couple of flushes. 
     
    She was a sharer, too, always telling Cassie when she had to go or how much better she felt after she'd finished. Cassie still felt too shy to say anything back, so she tended to change the subject instead. For her part, she always closed the door when she used the bathroom, and she didn't see that changing any time soon. Just because she was getting used to Lola being open with her body didn't mean Cassie was getting comfortable with it.
     
    Cassie herself hadn't pooped all week. She knew it wasn't healthy. She'd never gone anywhere near this long without doing one before, and since Tuesday the need had made itself known plenty. But she was still dreading the idea of going with Lola around. The logical part of her brain knew that she'd need to face her fear at some point, and yet she'd put it off. That wasn't personal; Cassie had never felt comfortable pooping with anyone else in earshot. She was far too self-conscious about the noises, the smells... and she knew from experience how thin these walls were. Not to mention that the bathroom door didn't lock. You could close it, but there was no bolt to be slid across. 
     
    All of that meant that Cassie was thoroughly desperate to take a crap as she walked home from her last class of the week just after lunch on Friday. She walked with her legs close together, belly cramping and rumbling alternately. Every now and then she'd be forced to let out some gas as she walked, which made her face turn pink and her trousers start to smell. She didn't know the city well enough to know where any public toilets were, either. 
     
    She'd held out as long as she could, but Cassie knew that she had no choice now: she'd have to poop in the dorm. It was getting far too painful to keep holding, and besides, there was no end in sight. The moment where her body made the decision for her had arrived. So Cassie walked up the single set of stairs to her bedroom, praying that Lola wouldn't be in. Fortunately, she opened the door to complete airy silence, which was only broken when she farted involuntarily. She needed to go right now. 
     
    Their shared bathroom was absolutely miniscule. There really was no better word for it. The whole thing was barely bigger than a broom cupboard, with the toilet squished between a sink and a shower. Shower was a generous word for it, too, as the water was really just sprayed onto the bare floor, where it flowed down a drain in front of the loo. There wasn't even a curtain to stop the toilet seat getting wet. Cassie had been dreading using this bathroom since she saw how small it would be, and the reality hadn't proved her wrong so far.
     
    But when you've got to go, you've got to go, Cassie reflected. And she could no longer postpone the moment when she used this bathroom for the thing it was really built for. So she stepped inside, closed the door and unbuttoned her jeans. Her bare knees almost touched the wooden door when she sat down. The seat was cold against her bum cheeks. But that didn't stop her from starting to pee right away, having not even realised that she needed to, such was her focus on the other end. In the quiet room, the noise was almost pleasant.
     
    When her bladder was empty, Cassie started on the part her body had been looking forward to for the better part of a week. She pushed gently at first, all too aware of the cuts and tears that she sometimes got when she strained too hard. The last thing she wanted was to overexert herself. Fortunately, she had to go so badly that it didn't take a lot of pushing for the mass to start sliding out of her. 
     
    Right away she knew that she was paying for her postponements. The log felt enormous, thick as well as long. It felt, in short, like something only a person who hadn't been in days could produce. 
     
    The dorm door opened and Cassie froze up right away. Her turd was hanging halfway out of her bum, dangling there like a monstrously wide tail. The feeling was stranger than anything she'd experienced in a long time- Cassie had never tried to pause mid-poop before. She hadn't counted on Lola getting back this early. Instinctively, she reached over for the door handle, hoping to hold it closed as a last resort, but before she could grab a hold the whole thing swung wide open.
     
    Lola stood on the other side. She was clearly busting for a pee. The tall girl's legs were bent to a nearly acute angle, and one hand was shoved hard between her thighs, holding her crotch tightly. Her whole body seemed to be squirming, totally unable to stand still. Dangling in front of her eyes was a messy tangle of hair, which she brushed away hurriedly with the free hand. The shirt Lola wore was so thin that Cassie could see her nipples through the fabric.
     
    "Hi, Cassie," she said breathlessly, squeezing past a speechless Cassie's legs into the bathroom. Before Cassie could say a word, she unbuttoned her jeans, tearing them down to her ankles again, and her underwear along with them. It all happened so fast that there was no time to protest before Lola was squatting over the shower area and pissing full force onto the floor. Still in shock, Cassie got far more of a look than she bargained for: she saw Lola's pussy for the first time, naked and remarkably hairy. It surprised her that the Spanish girl apparently didn't bother to shave, given how good she usually looked. That's not bloody important right now.
     
    Lola moaned in relief and all the while Cassie was doing her best to stop herself from getting any of her own. She'd been so close to pushing out one of the biggest dumps of her life, but that had all gone out of the window as soon as Lola arrived. There was no way Cassie felt comfortable shitting with another person next to her. Instead she tried her best to hold it in, clenching tightly. The heavy log wanted out, so it took a lot of willpower not to just let it fall into the water. She couldn't risk Lola hearing the splash- especially because it was going to be a big splash, she was sure. 
     
    When Lola was finished peeing, she shook her butt back and forth to get rid of some of the excess fluids. "Can you give me the toilet paper? I need to wipe". 
     
    Cassie reluctantly handed her the roll. "You can't just come in here while I'm... doing my business," she said, cheeks burning. She'd finally found her voice. It was hard to sound angry while a poop hung out of her bum. "God, don't you have any boundaries? This is a  bathroom, Lola".
     
    As ever, Lola seemed unfazed. "What's the big deal? We're roommates, no?"
     
    "Yes, but I still want some privacy when I'm in here". Her voice betrayed the urgency she was feeling. The need to finish pooping was overwhelming by now, and despite her best efforts Cassie couldn't hold it in much longer. Her entire body was screaming at her just to let it out. She was growing more and more angry now, provoked by desperation. "Fuck, can you get out, please?"
     
    "Wait a minute," Lola said, "I'm almost done".
     
    "No! Get out now!" Cassie was almost yelling now. She could feel herself losing control. There was nothing she could do. 
     
    Lola's face was full of hurt. She stood and moved towards the door. "Okay, I'm sorry".
     
    But it was too late. Cassie's body took over. The thick log got moving again and rushed out of her, spurred on by the pain in her stomach. It hit the water with a splash so loud that the people in the room next door probably heard it. If Cassie wasn't embarrassed enough, the poop was followed by a huge fart that seemed to go on for five seconds. Her face went even redder. 
     
    "That sounded big, Lola said over her shoulder, "are you okay?"
     
    Now that the poop was out of her, Cassie felt bad for her outburst. "Yeah," she said meekly. "Sorry I shouted. I just really..." she was about to say had to go, but that was more information than she felt comfortable giving. "I really didn't feel well". 
     
    When Lola left the bathroom, she closed the door behind her for the first time since they'd moved in. That surprised Cassie... and made her feel a little bad. Clearly her harsh words had cut through and made her point. "It's okay," Lola said quickly, "don't even worry about it". 
     
    Cassie leaned over and opened the door just a crack. "I'm sorry. I like you, Lola, I just... I'm not really comfortable with... some things". 
     
    "It's okay," Lola said again. "I grew up with three sisters. There was no privacy in my house. I just got used to it. I'll be more considerate from now on," she promised. 
     
    That felt like a huge weight off of Cassie's shoulders. "Thank you".
     
    "Just so you know, I'm getting changed out here. I... never mind". 
     
    Cassie wondered if Lola was going to say that she hadn't quite made it in time, that she'd leaked a little, and maybe that was why she was changing. Not that it was any of Cassie's business. 
     
    "That's okay. I'll be a few minutes". 
     
    Cassie felt a lot better as she wiped her butt, both physically and mentally. If Lola was going to stop being so unashamed of private matters, it would make her life a lot less stressful. And maybe she could even start pooping in the room without worrying about having company. In a way she almost respected Lola's confidence, but she didn't see a world where that same confidence could ever exist in Cassie. 
     
    She finished wiping, stood up and did something that she almost never did: looked at her handiwork in the bowl. The log was bigger than she even realised she was capable of producing. It was almost a foot long, and wide, too, poking half out of the water. Cassie tried to flush. The log was sucked into the water a little, but it didn't budge. 
     
    She groaned internally. If she couldn't get this thing to flush, she'd have to explain to Lola that she'd blocked the toilet.
     
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    Cassie was woken up by a throbbing bladder. She sucked in air sharply, panicking; it had been years since she'd woken up needing to pee this badly. Something wasn't right... then she remembered the night before. She'd gone out with Lola, and her new friend had persuaded her to have just a couple of drinks. Cassie, not being much of a drinker in general, had ordered two fruity cocktails, come back to the dorm and promptly fallen asleep. And they'd been big cocktails, too. No wonder she felt like she was trying to hold a lake inside of her body.
     
    All at once she realised that she must have been holding it in her sleep, because she woke up with her left hand buried beneath two clenched thighs. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she took in the room. The curtains had been opened at some point, and the TV was on, playing the news at low volume. It was still a little messy in here, but Lola wasn't in bed. Through the bathroom door she could hear the shower running. Lola always showered in the mornings- usually after she'd been for a poo- which was just Cassie's luck. 
     
    Part of Cassie wanted to get out of bed and pee while Lola showered. But Lola had stuck to her word in the days since their awkward meeting while Cassie was pooping, and it would be hypocritical of her to suddenly go and do the very same thing she'd asked her roommate not to do just because she was the one who was desperate this time. The pretty girl had closed the door every time she'd been in the bathroom, and had even stopped changing when Cassie was in the room. She clearly took Cassie's discomfort seriously, and they'd started feeling like friends because of it.
     
    That meant Cassie was determined to try and hold it in until Lola was out of the shower. She turned on her side and held herself under the duvet, squeezing her fleshy crotch hard. Each finger dug into her mound, easing the pressure just a little. Her belly rubbed against the back of her hand, clad in a loose-fitting tee shirt. At home Cassie slept naked, but pyjamas weren't so bad, she'd found. She lay there, knocking her knees together and trying to think of anything other than how badly she had to piss. 
     
    It was no good. She knew that Lola took long showers. Feeling herself on the verge of an accident, Cassie hauled herself out of bed, which was easier said than done with a hand clutching her privates. She got shakily to her feet and limped to the bathroom. By now she was more desperate for the toilet than she could remember being since she was a kid. It was bad enough that even walking wasn't easy. Approaching the sound of running water only made things worse, too. Fuck, I have to piss so bad. 
     
    Even in Cassie's mind, she didn't use words like 'piss' unless she was really busting. It took some serious desperation to drive her to such a vulgar term. Some of her friends said it like it was nothing, but not Cassie.
     
    She knocked on the door, running out of time. "Lola?" she called. It was hard not to feel like a bitch, practically begging to be allowed to do something she'd forbidden. 
     
    "Yes?"
     
    "Um... I really need a wee," Cassie said, "I'm sorry to ask this, but-"
     
    Lola cut her off before she could finish talking. "Yes, come in! Silly girl. You don't have to ask". 
     
    "Oh, thank you!" Cassie sighed, pulling the door open. She made a point not to look at Lola's soapy, wet, naked figure in the shower. It was strictly a task borne of necessity, so as she pulled her pyjama shorts down and took a seat, she made sure it was clear that her eyes were averted. The toilet seat, she realised, was damp and warm. That happened after one of them took a shower- there was no real way for the girl under the tap to stop the water from simply splashing off of her body and onto the seat. Right now Cassie was far too in need to care. 
     
    A powerful stream was hissing out of her pussy and into the bowl in no time, audible even over the sounds of the shower. Cassie could see a wet patch in the crotch of her shorts around her shins. Maybe it was splash back from the shower... but Carrie suspected otherwise. She could easily have leaked without noticing. She could deal with that later- for now she leant her elbows on her thighs, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sheer relief of emptying her bladder in the nick of time.
     
    "Wow, you must have really needed to go!" Lola laughed, washing her armpits with a soaped-up sponge. Then her voice changed. "Ay, I'm sorry, Cassie... I shouldn't have said anything. I know you don't like me talking about these things". 
     
    In truth, Cassie hadn't even paid any attention to the comment. The relief had left her in such a good mood that she'd forgotten to feel embarrassed about what she was doing. "Don't be sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have walked in on you like this". 
     
    "You know I don't mind," Lola said. "I just want you to be comfortable".
     
    The longest pee of Cassie's life came to an end after more than a minute. She'd just woken up, but already her body felt exhausted from the ordeal. She managed to wipe herself dry without any incident, checking each piece of paper before she dropped it into the toilet. When it was only a wee, she didn't usually bother- except she was expecting her period soon and wanted to check for blood. Cassie had long since gotten used to inspecting the toilet paper whenever she pooped, and in these few days every month. It made her life a lot easier.
     
    She caught sight of Lola's body in the bathroom mirror. Cassie only looked for a second before tearing her gaze away, but accidental or not, it was the first time she'd seen Lola naked. She had uneven breasts and those stretch marks on her belly, but she was still far more of a physical specimen than Cassie would ever be, as far as she was concerned. It wasn't like Lola would mind Cassie looking, but still she felt guilty. She looked away and hurried out of the room to let Lola finish up in the shower. Cassie felt a tonne lighter.
     
    Cassie had a lot to think about while she picked out some clothes ready for the Friday ahead of her. She'd been so adamant that she and Lola keep their bodies to themselves, but maybe Lola had the right idea after all. If they were going to share a bathroom, moments like this morning were inevitable. And perhaps it was better that, when those moments came, the two girls were a little more comfortable with each other than Cassie's normal friendships. For one thing, she was sure that she'd have wet her pants if Lola hadn't let her in today.
     
    A few minutes later, Lola emerged from the bathroom with an immaculately white fluffy towel wrapped tightly around her from the armpits down. She made the small step into the main bedroom and gave Cassie a warm smile. A week ago Lola would have made some sort of comment about the situation, but now she kept quiet, acting as if nothing unusual was going on. 
     
    As much as Cassie appreciated how considerate Lola had been for the last week, and was starting to really see her as a good friend, she felt like she had been in the wrong when she asked for things to be so formal between them. She decided to clear the air while Lola was picking some clothes to take to the bathroom. 
     
    "Hey, listen," she began, "I'm sorry I made things so awkward lately. I think you were right. We should be able to share the bathroom, you know... in case of emergencies".
     
    Lola smiled. "Cassie, it's okay. I'm getting used to it now, don't worry".
     
    "No- I mean it," Cassie said honestly, "I think your way is better. Like you said, it's not a big deal. We should go back to how you used to do things. With your sisters, like you said". 
     
    At this Lola broke into a grin. "Really? You mean it?"
     
    "Yeah," Cassie was unable to resist smiling back, "if that's okay with you".
     
    "Of course!" Lola said, "but... let me know if you change your mind, okay?"
     
    "I will".
     
    Lola picked up the bundle of clothes she'd selected from her closet and started carrying them towards the bathroom. Cassie had another thought. "Oh, and you don't need to keep getting changed in the bathroom. I, uh, kind of saw everything there was to see when you were in the shower back there". 
     
    With a laugh, Lola dumped the clothes back on the bed. "You're sure?" 
     
    "Yeah, of course. Except..." Cassie was growing bolder now. "Only if I can, too. I don't want to keep changing in the bathroom either. It's really cramped in there". 
     
    Lola smiled. "That's fine with me". She dropped her towel, inhibitions gone again, and exposed her naked body. Cassie found she didn't mind this time. Lola started pulling her clothes on, picking up the towel again every now and then to dry off her armpits, butt crack and the gaps between her thighs and her pussy.
     
    Cassie picked up a towel of her own and headed into the bathroom for her own morning shower. As she scrubbed herself clean, it felt like she'd made major progress in her friendship with her new roommate. She still wasn't totally comfortable using the bathroom in front of Lola- but she'd done it today, and it hadn't been too bad. With a little more time, Cassie was starting to think she might be able to leave her shyness behind for good. 
     
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    Cassie got back from the first day of the new week desperate to take a dump. She'd been holding it in most of the day, preferring to wait until she got home rather than go in one of the university's busy public bathrooms, and for the last few minutes of the walk back she'd started to seriously doubt whether she could even make it back in time. But made it she had, and she found the dorm door left on the latch too. It wasn't unusual for Lola to leave it like that- and on days like this, when she had to go badly, Cassie was grateful for things like that that could save her a few seconds. 
     
    She slipped into the room and heard right away that her roommate was in the shower. This wasn't a problem anymore; since her desperate pee last week it had become commonplace for one of the pair to use the loo while the other showered, especially in the mornings. So she walked carefully to the bathroom door, relaxing in the knowledge that she wasn't going to mess herself. It had been a seriously close call. Next time she wouldn't go for the spicy option in the cafeteria. 
     
    When Cassie opened the bathroom door, though, she was completely unprepared for what she saw. Lola was in the shower, but she was facing away from Cassie, leaning on the back wall with her right hand. Her left hand was doing something very different. Lola's body was stooped over, back and knees bent, as if the only thing keeping her upright was those fingers on the slippery tiled wall. 
     
    Lola was masturbating, Cassie realised with a start. She was touching herself down there and, by the looks of it, she was going both hard and fast. Soaked hair hung over Lola's lowered head. Her arm was a blur beneath the flowing water, the side of her right boob clear as day to Cassie, with a nipple erect enough to cut steel protruding out of the tip. And she was moaning. Moaning, in a voice that made it very plain that whatever she was doing between her legs felt very good indeed. 
     
    Without a word, Cassie retreated, suppressing a shocked smile. The last thing she'd expected was to walk in on her hot Spanish roommate having a wank, but she wasn't in a position to judge. Cassie herself had found it hard, too, suddenly living with another woman. In her room at home (though she'd never admit it) Cassie would bring herself off a few times a week. It was the perfect way to relieve tension and get some time to herself. Since moving in with Lola, that had stopped, and Cassie was starting to miss it badly. Apparently Lola was missing her self-pleasure too. 
     
    Cassie resolved not to bring it up to Lola. She didn't want to humiliate her friend. Instead, she sat on the bed, sure that she could hold in her poop for a while longer- at least until Lola was finished.
     
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    The next afternoon- Tuesday- was a free one for Cassie, so she spent it lounging on her bed in the dorm, surfing the internet on her phone. Some of the kids in her Anthropology class had gone out for drinks that day after lunch, to celebrate the free time. Cassie had politely declined her invitation and then spent most of the day wondering if she should regret saying no. The thought of getting drunk still made her nervous, but she wanted to make more friends. She was still pondering the question when Lola walked through the door with flushed cheeks.
     
    From where Cassie was sitting, nothing looked amiss about her roommate's appearance. Then Lola turned to drop her keys by the door, revealing a huge bulge in the seat of her jeans. Lola always wore tight-fitting trousers that hugged the curve of her bum perfectly, so Cassie noticed the lump right away. It stuck out like a sore thumb on a body where the only other protrusions were the tits (one big, the other slightly bigger). At first Cassie couldn't believe it, but there was no doubting what she was looking at: Lola had done a poo in her pants.
     
    "Uh- Lola-" she stammered, taken by surprise by the sudden turn of events. 
     
    "Yes, I had a little accident," Lola confessed, talking as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I needed to go number two in class, but the lines were too long. So I tried to make it home. I couldn't get here in time". Her voice sounded totally unfazed, like she wasn't at all bothered by what had happened. Judging by the size of the bulge, it was a real Lola-sized poop, too- and Cassie knew from experience exactly how massive those could be. 
     
    "Aw, I'm sorry," Cassie said, trying to sound sympathetic, "do you feel okay?"
     
    Lola shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. She went to her bed and drew her phone out of her pocket. "I wanted to call an Uber to get me home quickly, but my estúpido phone died in class". Lola sat down on the bed, then lay down on her side, grabbing the phone charger to plug in. She set up her body in a position where her messy pants weren't touching the bed, but still looked more than comfortable there as her phone faded back into life.
     
    Cassie had been surprised to see her hot roommate walk in the room with a turd in her pants, but now... now she could barely believe what she was witnessing. "Aren't you gonna get changed?" Cassie asked, incredulous. 
     
    "In a minute," Lola said patiently. "I need to check my messages".
     
    "Lola," Cassie said slowly, trying to spell it out, "you've pooped your pants. Shouldn't you get out of them?"
     
    "Why?" Lola put on that expression of bemusement again. "I've already had the accident. It's done. There's no point rushing around to clean up when the damage has already been done".
     
    Though her argument almost made sense, in a way, Cassie was still lost for words as she watched her roommate casually checking her phone with a bulge the size of a small hill in the seat of her jeans. "Aren't you upset or anything? I mean, you just shit yourself. You're nineteen and you shit yourself. Isn't that kind of a big deal?"
     
    "Big deal?" Lola shook her head. "Why? It's just an accident. I have them sometimes. Well, maybe more than sometimes. But every woman has those days where she just doesn't quite make it, every now and then". 
     
    Cassie genuinely didn't know what Lola was alluring to. "I don't".
     
    That made Lola look up from her phone. "You don't?"
     
    "Nope".
     
    "Never?"
     
    "Never". 
     
    Dropping her charging phone back on the bed, Lola looked right into Cassie's eyes distrustfully. "I don't believe you," she said, "you've never had an accident?"
     
    "No," Cassie said honestly. She didn't see what was wrong with that- surely most women of her age had never had one. At least not since they became a woman, whether that was aged thirteen, sixteen or eighteen. It just wasn't a common thing, for a lady to soil herself.
     
    "Really?" Cassie could tell that Lola didn't believe her. "Not even a little one?"
     
    "Not even a little one," she thought. Only a leak or two, at best, in truth. But they didn't count, surely?
     
    "That's impressive," said Lola. "I've lost count of how many accidents I've had". 
     
    Cassie didn't know what to say to that. Perhaps she just had better bladder and bowel control than most women? She'd certainly never thought about it before. And yet here was some living proof that at least one woman Cassie knew was more than a little accident-prone. Lola had shit herself badly- not only that, but she didn't seem too fussed by it at all. 
     
    The smell was really starting to become a problem by the time Lola eventually finished checking social media and got back up off of her bed. By then the whole room smelt of poo, and Cassie had learned to stop breathing through her nose. Just before she vanished into the bathroom, Lola gave her one last twirl to show off the titanic bulge in her jeans. Cassie could rarely even make a load that big, let alone in her underwear. She smiled, remembering how grossed out the sight would have made her just a few days ago. It was crazy how much more comfortable these two had grown around each other over the weekend. 
     
    Lola disappeared then to start the long and presumably messy process of cleaning herself up. Cassie heard a zipper, a button being undone, and then the jeans being unfurled until they were around Lola's ankles. She opted to make conversation. 
     
    "So, you doing anything tonight?" she asked, sitting up in bed a little. 
     
    "Yes," Lola said abruptly, "I'm going to a house party on Braemar. You should come!"
     
    Despite herself, and despite the personality she'd had for the first nineteen years of her life, Cassie was intrigued. "What kind of party?"
     
    "One with boys," said Lola simply. "I went there a few weeks ago, it was fun. The music is loud and everyone is drunk. The police don't come because nobody on the street complains, because they're all having parties of their own. You should come," she said again. 
     
    A big part of Cassie was almost tempted to say yes. She had never been to a house party before and wanted to see what they were like. Still, there was one big problem holding her back. It would be easier to tell Lola now, rather than have her think that Cassie was just antisocial. 
     
    "It's just... I want to go to these parties, but I've never been drunk before, and I've never taken any drugs. I don't know what kind of effect they'd have on me, and I really don't want to find out when I'm in the middle of a house with people I've never met".
     
    Lola thought about this for a second. "You should try it here first," she suggested. "You and me, we can get drunk together, in this room. Then you'll get used to the alcohol". 
     
    "That does sound like a good idea," Cassie said, brightening up, "just so I know what to expect. But what about... d-r-u-g-s?" she pronounced it that way, each letter individually. Even talking about taking illegal substances felt so naughty, so.. alien. 
     
    "You can try those, too," Lola said in a casual voice, "if you want. Or I can demonstrate for you".
     
    "I don't know the first thing about where to buy drugs," Cassie admitted. 
     
    Lola laughed from the bathroom. "Who said anything about you buying? I'll get them".
     
    "Are you sure?"
     
    "It's no problem. Just tell me what you want, and I'll get you some samples".
     
    Cassie thought this over again. "And when would we..."
     
    "This Saturday? I'm free," Lola offered. "I can get hold of some bits and pieces before then". Cassie heard the toilet flush. 
     
    "Then yes, please," she said, suddenly aware of how absurdly posh she must sound considering she was practically ordering illegal drugs off of her new roommate. "That would be great". 
     
    "Then it's a deal," Lola said. "I really need to get some action tonight," she said, "I haven't had sex in a month. I feel like I'm going to explode".
     
    You don't need to tell me that, Cassie thought. She could still vividly remember the sight she'd gotten when she had walked in on Lola wanking in the shower. Lola hadn't known that Cassie had seen, but judging by how quickly she got out of the shower after she heard Cassie turn the TV on, there was no way Lola had had the time to finish, either. Cassie wondered if Lola had tried again since then. 
     
    "Ay, I'm going to need a shower," Lola finally admitted, "I'll be out in a second. Don't forget what I said about this weekend!"
     
    Cassie heard the shower start, and already found herself thinking about Lola's offer. It seemed like the perfect chance to try some of the things she'd never tried before, and with someone she trusted, too. The only question was how her body would respond. 
     
    She picked up her phone, opened an Incognito window and started researching drugs on Google.
     
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    Later that night, after Lola had long since left for her party, Cassie found herself alone in the dorm. The invitation to the party tonight had remained extended, but in the end she'd decided to wait until after her weekend of experimentation before she made any decisions about which social events she would and wouldn't go to. And besides, Cassie had another reason for staying in: she was horny as anything, and needed the alone time so she could get some relief. It was like her whole body just wanted her to start rubbing herself until all of the stress and built-up tension melted away. 
     
    So, with Lola not gone long, Cassie started peeling off clothes and leaving them on a heap on the wooden floorboards. She slid between the bedsheets fully naked. The air was cool enough to make her nipples hard and warm enough to be comfortable. Under the cover of her duvet, Cassie reached between her legs and started to play with herself. 
     
    Right away she remembered how much she'd missed this since moving in with Lola. As much as she liked the Spanish girl, her presence made Cassie far too self-conscious to relieve her horniness, which could be problematic. It quickly started to feel wonderful again, her pussy turning wet in less than a minute. Though she'd never admit it, Cassie usually needed to cum at least three or four times a week to keep herself sane. Not being able to pleasure herself for weeks had taken a toll, and pretty soon she was vocalising that satisfaction with moans and gasps. She stroked her lips and rubbed circles over her clit, and meanwhile her free hand played with the left boob, massaging and pinching it. Cassie had missed masturbation more than she'd ever expected herself to.
     
    And just as she was starting to get close to a big finish, the fire alarm went off. Cassie groaned. She wasn't willing to give up just yet, not when she'd waited so long for an orgasm. As the bell droned on loudly, she sped up the movements of her fingers, rubbing even harder on the clitoris and trying to think of some of her naughtiest fantasies. There was still hope that she could come if she was quick. Buried underneath the alarm, the sound of fingers on wet pussy was unmistakable, and she hoped to make it lead somewhere.
     
    But a knock on Cassie's door put an abrupt end to that plan. She could have sworn out loud then, such was her frustration. Knowing that an orgasm couldn't have been more than a few seconds away, she swung her legs out of bed and stood, still completely butt naked. Cassie called to the knocker that she was on the way and started looking for something to throw on. 
     
    Pyjamas would have to do, even though it was bound to be cold outside. If this was like most fire drills, they wouldn't be outside for too long. Cassie left the room locked, wishing she'd started touching herself just thirty seconds earlier.
     
     
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    Cassie was still horny by the time the fire drill ended twenty minutes later, but the mood had very much been ruined. After shivering in the dark for a while, she was finally cleared to return to her room, where she she climbed into bed and turned the TV on. She wasn't tired enough to sleep, so Cassie flicked through some of the channels, looking for people she recognised. The screen was now the only source of light left in the room, and it gave off the same vibe as a hotel suite in the early hours of the morning.
     
    The sudden sound of the door unlocking made Cassie jump. For a brief moment, it became a rectangle of light, filled only with the silhouette of a tall, long-haired girl. Then the figure stepped into the room and the door shut behind her, leaving Cassie with just the shape of Lola in the room with her. A dark outline staggered around her own bed and towards the centre of the room. 
     
    "Hey," Cassie said quietly, offering a smile. 
     
    "Dios mio, I have to pee so bad," Lola whispered back. Her voice made it clear that she was very, very drunk.
     
    She walked unstably towards the bathroom and undid her jeans, sitting quickly on the toilet. As her stream started up, Cassie asked a question. "So, did you get any action?
     
    "No," Lola complained, "I'm so horny. The whole night I was making out with this cute guy, then he leaves just as things are getting good. My body thought I was gonna get laid, then I have to walk home empty handed. If I don't come soon, I think my body might implode". 
     
    Cassie had to admit that she was feeling just as turned on, while her roommate finished peeing and wiped herself off. She'd considered going for attempt number two at making herself finish that night, but the fire alarm had destroyed the initial buzz and left Cassie tempted to wait for another opportunity to make sure she could get it right on the first attempt.
     
    Lola rose drunkenly from the toilet and returned to her bed, where she sat down on the side and kicked off her boots. Then off came her jeans, her top, her bra... and her underwear. That was no surprise to Cassie, who'd seen Lola naked plenty of times now. But was she imagining it, or did the woman's pussy have a certain gleam to it, as if it was wet?
     
    "I'm sorry, Cassie, but I need to cum," Lola announced as she slipped into bed. "I'll try and be quiet".
     
    The words threw Cassie off. As horny as she'd grown the last few days, she would never have expected Lola to be talking so openly about masturbation like this. Apparently, Cassie had found the limits of her newfound confidence. She'd only just gotten accustomed to Lola pooping with the door open, so having the woman wank off in the same room as her was bound to be a big step for Cassie. She had no idea what to say. So she just meekly said, "it's okay," and let Lola carry on.
     
    Even through Lola's duvet, Cassie could soon hear the beginnings of Lola's session. It first came as a weak squishing sound- the sound of wet pussy lips being rubbed together, a sound Cassie knew well (though she'd never admit it). Cassie turned off the TV, and the only thing she could still hear was that noise of Lola rubbing herself. 
     
    Then came the moan. It was low, guttural, almost animalistic- and totally uncharacteristic of Lola, a woman who was usually all about  looking good and partying hard. Cassie suspected that this was the real Lola. If she was honest, the sound of it was turning her on hard. 
     
    "Ooh, I won't take much longer," Lola said suddenly, "I'll finish soon, then I'll be quiet, I promise". 
     
    For her part, Cassie didn't understand how it was even possible for Lola to cum so quickly. She didn't know any other women who could go in less than five or ten minutes, as far as she'd asked. But Lola's voice quickly built to a crescendo, and there was no mistaking the moment that she came, with a huge, exaggerated sigh. 
     
    When Lola was done, silence fell across the room. Cassie wondered if her roommate was feeling the same regret as she herself sometimes did after a wank. It wasn't out of the question. Soon enough, it sounded like the drunk woman had gone to sleep. But Cassie couldn't drift off; she was too aroused. Her fingers crept to her pussy and started to rub around down there. The same squelching noise was back, and she couldn't help letting out a quiet moan of her own. 
     
    "Cassie," came Lola's soft voice, stabbing Cassie in the heart like a knife, "are you...?"
     
    Cassie didn't answer for a very long time. She'd been caught. And the only thing left she could think to say was "yes". 
     
    "Why didn't you say something? It's okay to... do that... when you need to, you know".
     
    "It is?"
     
    "Of course! I just did. Felt amazing, by the way".
     
    That much was a good point. Too horny to worry about decency, now, Cassie picked up the pace of her self-love. She was determined that she'd finish just as big as Lola. At that, at least, they could be equal.
     
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    The weekend was drawing closer, and Cassie- though she didn't want to admit it out loud- couldn't think about much else. A mixture of nervous energy and excitement was buzzing around her brain as she wondered what Lola might have in store for her that Saturday night. Part of her still thought she might get cold feet and back out of it, though she still felt determined to try new things and become more of a party person. 
     
    But all of that could wait. For tonight, Thursday, Cassie found herself sitting in her room with Lola, watching a movie on TV. The film itself wasn't bad, even if Cassie had seen it before. It was Lola's first time, and Cassie still got enjoyment from watching the Spanish girl's reactions to every little twist and joke. Lola had learned English by watching movies, so she was used to piecing together the subtext from the prequels she hadn't seen either. 
     
    They were both sat up at the back of their respective beds, Cassie drinking Coke, Lola sipping wine. There hadn't been a night where Lola hadn't poured herself any booze, as far as Cassie could remember. She didn't know how her roommate did it. 
     
    Then again, it wasn't without its side effects.
     
    About halfway through the movie, Lola wriggled her legs exaggeratedly and crossed them over each other. "Ah, I really have to pee," she complained, squeezing her crotch once for good measure. 
     
    "Not long left," lied Cassie.
     
    "How long?"
     
    "Maybe twenty minutes?" this was certainly not true, but she didn't want to have to pause the movie- her remote didn't work, so the only way to pause would be to get up and walk over to the TV screen itself. 
     
    "Twenty minutes? Okay, I try and hold," Lola said. 
     
    For a while she sat still again and did her best to focus on the movie, but it must have been a little too much for her to bare, because ten minutes later she swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat up on the edge. Cassie assumed that Lola was getting up to use the bathroom, and prepared to go and pause the film... but instead, her roommate unbuttoned her jeans, lifted herself off the seat for a few seconds and shimmied them down to her knees. To Cassie's surprise, she didn't seem to be wearing any underwear.
     
    What happened next left Cassie speechless. Without taking her eyes off the climax of the film, Lola grabbed an empty water bottle from the side of her bed, unscrewed the lid and positioned it between her legs. She must have done this before, because she didn't even need to look to know exactly where to place the opening of the bottle against her hair-covered pussy. Then, with an audible sigh of relief, Lola started peeing full-force into the thing. 
     
    Cassie didn't want to stare, so she only got a glimpse of what was happening out of the corner of her eye, but she could hear it perfectly. She'd never urinated in a plastic bottle before. It sounded exactly like she would have expected it to, like it was being filled up from a tap- except instead of a tap it was a vagina and instead of water it was hot, golden pee. Cassie had no idea how to react. She supposed the best thing to do would be pretending she hadn't noticed- but would Lola mind? It wasn't like she was a shy woman. 
     
    On top of that, Cassie could feel her own bladder starting to fill up. She'd first noticed not long into the movie, but it was nothing urgent- she could still hold it a while longer. She found herself wondering what it would feel like if she followed Lola's lead. There was even an empty water bottle on her own bedside table. Would Lola say anything? And could she bring herself to do something so unladylike when there was a bathroom just a few metres from her? She wasn't sure. Perhaps if she was desperate... but right now she barely needed to go...
     
    Lola seemed to have finished peeing, because she was now carefully lifting the bottle upright and screwing the cap back on. It was practically full to the brim with yellow fluid. When she was done, Lola left it back on her bedside table where she'd found it- only now the bottle was a hundred times heavier and probably not good to drink from. Without a word, she kicked off her jeans and lay back down on the bed, naked from the waist down. Cassie could only guess that pee was dribbling down her lips and onto the duvet. The whole time, Lola hadn't taken her eyes off of the movie.
     
    Once the credits started rolling, Lola carried the bottle to the toilet and emptied it out, before rinsing it in the sink. "Twenty minutes, you liar," she teased when she returned, "you're lucky I had the bottle. If I pissed on the bed, I'd have been sleeping in yours tonight".
     
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    Cassie shut off the water when she heard the front door open. She stood there for a moment, naked, warm, letting droplets drip from the tips of her fingers, her hair, her lips, and rain down onto the tiles. Towel wrapped around her, she emerged from the bathroom just as Lola was unpacking a bag of shopping. She'd sent the tall girl to the local off-license with a pile of ten pound notes and hopped in the shower to get ready for their night. Now Lola was opening a bag of cubed ice and storing it in their tiny freezer.
     
    Cassie's eyes almost popped out like a cartoon character when she saw how much booze Lola had retrieved. "You bought all that with fifty pounds?"
     
    "I bought it with sixty," Lola corrected, "your fifty and ten from me".
     
    "And what about..." the word felt unnatural on Cassie's tongue, "you know... drugs?"
     
    Lola smirked. "That's where my other forty went," she said, "I picked up some bits and pieces last night. But those are for later, not now. If you don't get too drunk".
     
    "I will not get too drunk," Cassie said indignantly, "wait, will I?"
     
    "Drinking with me? It's likely". 
     
    Lola got two of her own glasses out of her cupboard. In each she dropped two cubes of ice, which clinked into the cups with a satisfying sound. "What do you like to drink, Cassie?"
     
    Cassie frowned. "I don't know," she realised, "what have you got?"
     
    Lola went through the four bottles one by one, lifting them up to present to Cassie. "This is vodka, then gin, pink gin, and this one-" she held up a squat, green bottle "-is really sour, you're meant to drink shots of it". "
     
    "Do we even have shot glasses?"
     
    "I do," Lola said coyly. 
     
    Cassie felt no closer to knowing what she wanted to drink, so she instructed Lola to pour two glasses of whatever she was having while she towelled off her legs. By the time she'd pulled on a t-shirt and pair of jeans with knickers, Lola was setting down a glass on Cassie's bedside table and one on her own. It was clearly Coke, but what Lola had mixed it with was anyone's guess. Cassie picked up the drink and sniffed, then sipped. She thought it was vodka, but she hadn't garnered enough experience in the spirit department to be sure.
     
    Lola's first taste was more of a gulp than a sip. She was in charge of the music, too, flicking through her phone and connecting it to a Bluetooth speaker that sat by the bed. Soon enough it felt pretty close in their crappy little dorm to what Cassie imagined real parties were like- except in a room no bigger than a boxing ring and with only two attendees, one of whom had never gotten drunk before. 
     
    "So what do we do now?" Cassie asked. 
     
    "We play games, and we drink, and we put on music," said Lola, "until we pass out early tomorrow morning".
     
    That still sounded more than a little daunting to Cassie, but she was excited to get a taste of the life she'd been missing out on. They drank together for an hour or so, with Lola introducing Cassie to a few drinking games that got them both through the alcohol like it was lemonade. Some of their drinks literally were lemonade, but Cassie had never mixed hers with gin before. The pink stuff was surprisingly good, and Lola laughed at the way Cassie's face contorted the first time she tried a shot of Apple Sourz. 
     
    Soon enough Cassie was sure that she was starting to feel drunk. This wasn't like the other night, when cocktails had made her no more than a little sleepy. The combination of lights, music and constant conversation was making her chattier than usual, quicker to laugh and thirstier. She was starting to see why most other students loved booze. Lola wasn't anywhere near as tipsy yet; she explained that her tolerance was far higher after years of getting her body used to alcohol. But they were still having fun, and it was still early.
     
    "I'm hungry," Lola announced at one point, "do we order food?"
     
    Ordinarily Cassie didn't like shelling out for takeaways, but with a bit of gin in her it suddenly sounded like a great idea. "Fuck yeah," she said, "you pick what we're having".
     
    Lola ordered from McDonalds and they went back to playing a game of Never Have I Ever. It felt like Cassie learned more about her new roommate in that hour than she had in the previous few weeks. She found out that Lola lost her virginity at seventeen, that she spoke a third language (French) and that she had never ridden a bike.
     
    One of the more prominent side effects of the alcohol was that Cassie found herself needing to pee more than usual. By the time the food arrived and had been promptly eaten up, she had to get up for her third bathroom visit of the evening. "Sorry, gotta go again," she told Lola. Standing up really made the booze hit her. 
     
    "Ay, don't worry about it. It's normal to need to pee a lot when you're drinking. I'll go after you're done".
     
    But Cassie was enjoying the night more than she'd ever expected, and the gin-fuelled confidence inspired her to do something she'd never done before in her life: she left the door open while she peed. It must not have seemed like a big deal to Lola, who barely gave her a second look, but to Cassie it felt like a major step. 
     
    "So, what about these drugs you mentioned?" Cassie asked while she emptied her bladder. She'd been thinking about whether she wanted to dabble in drugs so soon after her introduction to alcohol, but eventually decided that she wanted the full college experience, even if that meant trying something illegal. Not wanting to seem pushy, she hadn't asked Lola about them since the start of the night.
     
    But this time Lola seemed more than happy to talk about what she'd bought from her dealer the night before. She reached into the drawer of her bedside table and took out a little see-through bag with a red seal. In the dim lighting, Cassie couldn't see what was inside it straight away. When she got off the toilet and approached, though, she saw two little blue pills. Cassie took the bag gently off of Lola, holding it close to her eyes. The pills were each branded with a big 'S' that reminded her somewhat of the Skype logo. 
     
    "What are these?"
     
    "Ecstasy, mostly," Lola said, as if she was talking about the most normal thing in the world, "maybe a few other things in there too- cocaine, speed..."
     
    "Is that safe?" asked Cassie.
     
    Lola nodded. "Safe enough, as long as you don't take too many," she said, "but you are only taking half. It's your first time". 
     
    "And what do they do?"
     
    "They make you talkative, and peaceful. They make you want to touch things and look at lights and listen to music. It's like it lifts your senses up," Lola said wistfully. "As long as you don't take too many," she repeated.
     
    Cassie thought it over. It didn't sound so bad- a pill that would make her feel peaceful. It certainly seemed better than some of the other drugs she'd heard about, the ones they warned kids against at school that made people crazy and dangerous. In truth, it didn't take her nearly as long to decide she was in as she'd have thought. After examining the blue pills for a few seconds, she handed them back to Lola. "I'm in," she said, "you've done this before?"
     
    "More times than I can count," Lola confirmed.
     
    A question struck Cassie. "How do you take these? I always thought people snorted this kind of stuff". 
     
    "You can crush it up and snort it, if you want," Lola said with a shrug, "but it will tear your delicate nose up. It's better to just swallow, with a drink. Don't let it stay in your mouth for long," she advised, "the taste is terrible. Watch this".
     
    Lola opened up the bag with painted fingernails and extracted one of the pills. Without missing a beat, she popped it in her mouth, picked up her glass and took a swig. From this close Cassie could see the woman's throat moving as she swallowed. And then the pill was gone. "See? Easy".
     
    It looked easy, that was true. So Cassie held her hand flat out in front of Lola and let the girl pour the other pill onto her palm. She wanted to take it before she had time to overthink things and back out, as she so often had before. Despite Lola's advice, Cassie did detect some of the awful taste in the second between putting the pill on her tongue and washing it down with her gin and lemonade, watered down with melting ice. 
     
    "Fuck, it really does taste bad," she said, "how long until that hits us?"
     
    Lola was looking at her with wide eyes. "Cassie... I said you only take half!"
     
    Cassie gulped. She'd forgotten about that. "Will I be okay?"
     
    "Yes, yes," Lola said quickly, sensing fear in her voice, "you will be fine. It just might be a little intense, though. For a first time".
     
    "Okay, that's good," Cassie sighed, "as long as I'm not gonna die or anything".
     
    "No way". Lola flicked her hair out of her face again and took another sip. "That should hit us later".
     
    "How much later?" 
     
    "Anywhere between half an hour and one and a half," Lola admitted, "usually, for me, is about forty-five minutes". 
     
    That didn't seem so bad a wait. "And are there any, you know, side effects I should know about?"
     
    Lola thought about it for a moment. "Your jaw might start clenching, your eyes will twitch a little, so don't worry about it. Oh, and it's going to make you have to poop".
     
    "It is?" Cassie was suddenly a little alarmed.
     
    "Yes, later. You'll get this sudden urge and then you'll go to the bathroom and do a really big poop. But it's okay, it won't be painful or anything".
     
    "But what do you do if you're in a club, or- or a rave, or something? What if there's a queue for the bathroom?"
     
    "You have to try and hold it," said Lola with a shrug. "Sometimes people don't make it".
     
    "Have you ever... not..."
     
    "Once," admitted Lola, "I was at a festival and I'd taken two of these pills. I got really desperate to poop and I couldn't hold it. I had to walk back to the tent with a big lump in my panties!"
     
    Lola seemed to find that story hilarious now, but all Cassie could think was that it was a really good thing the bathroom was so close this evening. If she'd known that the pills would make her need to take a dump, it might have made her think twice about taking one so readily. She was starting to regret at least not snapping hers in half like Lola had ordered. Still, it was too late now. So she pushed it to the back of her mind as they carried on their drinking games, and soon her worries had vanished and she was laughing and smiling again. 
     
    Only after the games had resumed did Lola realise that she'd had to pee back when Cassie had last went. She jumped up off the bed, took down her jeans and panties early and waddled like a duck to the bathroom. Cassie couldn't help bursting out laughing at the sight of it. 
     
    "Don't laugh, I really have to go!" said Lola, holding her bare pussy. But underneath her exasperated tone, Cassie could tell that she was trying not to laugh, too. 
     
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    True to Lola's word, Cassie started feeling the effects of the pill around three quarters of an hour after taking them. She didn't even realise at first that it was kicking in, but it all started when she noticed that her speech had sped up. It was like listening to a YouTube video on 1.25x speed, which Cassie used to do to fit in more study when she was watching explanations before a big test. After that she couldn't stop picking up on other side effects- her eyes did feel twitchy, now, and her teeth had started grinding together gently.
     
    When she'd felt enough to be sure that she was getting high, Cassie asked Lola if the experience was mutual.
     
    "Yes, I'm coming up," Lola said, grinning, "are you?"
     
    "I'm pretty sure I am!" Cassie was beaming, too- she couldn't help it. 
     
    "I love seeing my friends on their first high!" Lola exclaimed, "it's so much fun. Are you getting the- the jaw thing?" Cassie nodded. "And the lights, look at the lights".
     
    "The lights are off!"
     
    Lola fumbled with her phone for a moment and suddenly she was shining the bright flashlight at Cassie. It blew her away- somehow the light seemed twice as intense as usual. 
     
    "And what are you feeling?"
     
    "The same as you," Lola said, "but not as much, yet, because I have a higher tolerance than you".
     
    "I never really thought about that," said Cassie, "does it really work that way?"
     
    Lola nodded and explained to Cassie that the side effects tended to get less pronounced the more a drug was taken, as the  individual body got more and more used to a substance. Lola still got plenty high when she took these pills, she said, but it was never quite as intense as before. 
     
    "Does that mean you won't have to shit, either? Is that only for first-timers?"
     
    "Oh, no, I always have to poop when I take drugs". Lola took the last swig of her glass, got up and crossed the room to get a refill. "I'll have to go soon. The last time I got high I almost pooped my pants on the way home. It was really desperate, Cassie". She poured herself the strongest drink yet- it seemed to be almost half vodka and half lemonade. Lola had to tread carefully when she bought it back to her bed, in case it overflowed and split. 
     
    "Well, I don't have to go at all yet," Cassie remarked. She'd started to wonder about that in the last few minutes- it had been a while since they'd swallowed the pills, and still she didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Was it possible that she was somehow immune to that side effect?"
     
    "You will," Lola promised, "just wait and see. The need will hit you very suddenly and it will be very strong. It always happens when you're on the MD". 
     
    "MD?"
     
    "That's what we took. Ecstasy is just a street name".
     
    Lola reached over to the edge of her bed and pulled out a half-full suitcase from underneath. Cassie didn't ask what she was doing- she just watched her roommate rummage through the suitcase until she came away clutching something round and clear. "I forgot I even had this!" she said, holding it up triumphantly. "This is perfect for tonight. Let me show you".
     
    Cassie had no idea what she was looking at- until Lola plugged it in. Suddenly the whole room lit up in different colours, red and blue and green and purple, all spinning across the walls. It was a disco light, the kind you got at nightclubs- at least, Cassie assumed you did. 
     
    It turned out that the light had been a stroke of genius from Lola. The drugs had made light into a whole new world of sensory stimuli for Cassie, so she sat back on her bed and just watched the walls dance while Lola's music played in the background. Every colour felt alive, every beat felt meaningful. She'd never felt anything like this before. It was nothing like she'd expected drugs to be, and yet it was somehow simultaneously everything she'd expected drugs to be.
     
    The two of them carried on that way for a while longer, drinking and talking and enjoying the night. Cassie found herself in the middle of conversations more intimate than she'd ever had with anyone before- she didn't know how it happened, but suddenly she'd be telling Lola about her deepest insecurities, or about something bad she did ten years ago that she wished she could take back. Lola would nod and listen carefully, then give her opinion, or sometimes come over to Cassie's bed to give her a hug. In those moments Cassie felt closer than she'd felt to another human being since her childhood, before she grew distant from her parents. It was mesmerising. 
     
    The only trouble was that her mind couldn't focus on one thing for very long, and soon another bizarre thought cropped up that forced Cassie to change topic altogether. "Uh, I haven't had to pee in ages," she said to Lola, "is that normal?"
     
    "Ay, it's normal," Lola said, "I haven't had to either. The drugs, they slow down your bladder. Later, you'll have to take the biggest piss of your life. It's going to feel so good!"
     
    On the subject of needing the bathroom, the sudden urge to poop that Lola had foretold picked that moment to make itself known all at once. And it was just as strong as Cassie had been warned, a wave that hit her stomach and told her brain she needed to get her trousers down and get on the toilet in double time. Cassie wasn't used to sudden urges. Her body was more likely to slowly build up a need over time until it was too desperate to ignore. The only feeling she knew that compared to this one was food poisoning. 
     
    But she was listening to Lola telling a deeply personal story about her history with a guy she'd known in school, and Cassie had no intention of spoiling that by getting up to use the bathroom. She didn't want to offend Lola- and besides, she didn't want to leave the conversation, even for a few minutes. This was like no talk she'd ever had before and it was making her reconsider a lot of her perspectives. Suddenly all barriers were down; the two of them could say anything to each other with no fear or judgement or retribution.
     
    Cassie tried to readjust her position on the bed, hoping that it could be a way to make holding it in just a little easier. She brought up her heel, leg bent beneath the torso, and tucked it into the crack of her butt. That did only a little to ease the pressure, but it was better than nothing. She still had to squirm and wriggle in place to stop her bum from relaxing enough to let the heavy mess inside of her out. This was a very different kind of need from the one she'd felt that day Lola had walked in on her pooping, after their first week. 
     
    Eventually Cassie's bowels won out over her mind, and she was forced to accept that a trip to the loo would be necessary. She felt bad when she cut off Lola in mid-sentence. "I'm sorry, Lola, but if I don't get to the toilet right now I think I'm gonna poo myself". That was no exaggeration, either. 
     
    To her relief, Lola didn't mind being interrupted at all- on the contrary, she burst out laughing. "Go! Don't poop your pants. How long have you been holding it in?"
     
    "Too long," muttered Cassie as she stepped into the bathroom. This time, she didn't even have to think about leaving the door wide open- it came naturally. She pulled down her jeans and underwear and took a seat on the toilet, 
     
    "Silly girl," tutted Lola, "hurry up, I think I need to do my poop now too". 
     
    Cassie could feel a huge dump brewing inside her and fancied the idea of taking her time with it, but not if it meant making Lola uncomfortable. That was one thing she missed about having her own bathroom- being able to spend an hour pooping if she wanted to.
     
    From the early signs, this particular poop was going to be one of the biggest she'd produced in a long time. Though Cassie had always had something of a penchant for big loads, which she'd worked hard to keep private from as many people as possible, they were usually ones that came as the result of holding for a long time, or constipated poops that she had to really work to get out. This one was already stretching out her tight little hole, and she didn't even need to push at all. It felt so good she almost wanted to moan.
     
    Lola stood up and a pained expression hit her pretty face out of the blue. Red light swam across her features. "Forget what I just said. I definitely do need to poop, and right now". Her left hand reached behind her lower half. Cassie couldn't see from this angle, but she could make a good guess that her roommate was squeezing that toned butt of hers. It appeared that Lola's need to shit had come on even faster and stronger than Cassie's sudden urge. But there was only so much Cassie could do about it. She was grounded to the toilet by the colossal log that was now snaking out of her bum in a loose, doughy mess. It stretched so long that one tip had slid into the water soundlessly before the other end even left Cassie's butt.
     
    Poor Lola looked on the verge of an accident already. "Ay, please, hurry up," she pleaded, "I don't care if I do the poop in my pants, but I don't want to have to get changed".
     
    Wanting to help her friend, Cassie bore down and pushed just a little. A second log quickly followed with a splash, and she felt empty again. The only strange part was the sensation of defecating without any pee coming out. Cassie couldn't remember ever doing that before. 
     
    She had an idea. "I'll stand up to wipe, so you can get on the toilet," she said hurriedly, leaving the bathroom and stepping back into the disco lighting of the main dorm. Lola did a loud fart as she rushed gratefully past, and soon she was the one sitting on the toilet and groaning in relief as her bowels evacuated noisily into the bowl. She really had been seconds away from filling her underwear, Cassie saw.
     
    "It's weird," said Lola while she took a dump.
     
    "What is?" Cassie was tearing off some toilet paper and trying to figure out how to wipe a particularly messy butt standing up. For the most part she was succeeding- but she was still falling some way short of the high standards she usually held herself to.
     
    "When we met you were too shy to let me see you on the toilet. Now we're shitting our guts out in front of each other and we don't even care". 
     
    Cassie laughed. "That's true," she conceded, "but the drugs are definitely helping me there. I feel like I have no inhibitions". 
     
    Lola's poop was even faster than Cassie's had been, and the Spanish girl was already giving her own arse a rough, rushed wipe when Cassie had to ask her to part her legs so she could throw some of the soiled toilet paper into the bowl. Her drunken throwing skills weren't great and she almost hit her friends coarse, black pubic hairs with a piece of scrunched up, damp, brown loo roll. Luckily that crisis was averted. Cassie wanted to ask Lola why she didn't shave her crotch, but the question hadn't come up yet.
     
    With an enormous poo now gone from each belly, both girls felt twice as high when they got back onto their beds and resumed the games. Cassie was having one of the best nights of her life- at least, now that her bowels felt empty again.
     
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    "Cassie, come here," said Lola, patting the section of bed next to her and grinning. Her pupils were the size of moons, Cassie noticed. They looked almost inhuman. There had been a time when Cassie would have found this a little disturbing, but right now she thought it was one of the coolest things she'd ever seen. She crossed from her bed to Lola's and sat beside her new friend. 
     
    In Lola's left hand she held a very different little bag to the one they'd taken pills from earlier. In this one was a crushed-up white substance, which Lola was dipping a wetted finger into. She kept bringing the finger out and rubbing the white stuff onto her gums, smiling like a loon all the while. When Cassie came over, she got the same treatment. Lola didn't ask Cassie to rub it onto her own gums- she literally put her finger in Cassie's mouth and started moving it around. The taste was awful, but Cassie couldn't care less. She'd gone to places tonight that she'd never thought herself capable of and she wasn't ready for it to end yet. If there was anything that could help her chase that high she'd felt, she wanted it, and lots of it. So she let Lola rub the foul substance in her mouth and never once asked what it was. 
     
    Whatever she'd just taken, it seemed to kick in after about ten minutes, and suddenly it was like the two of them had hit a second wave. All of the energy flooded back into their conversations and their bodies. Lola turned up her music. She'd switched at some point to some sort of drum and bass. Cassie had never treated the genre with anything less than the upmost contempt before, but for some reason, in that moment it sounded great to her untrained ears. 
     
    They stayed on Lola's bed for a while, Cassie having no desire to get back to her own. It seemed that the Spanish girl had been telling the truth about the drugs making you want to touch other people. There was nothing sexual in it, but Cassie suddenly felt incredible hugging Lola, stroking her hair, being close to her. It felt so out of character for her... and yet so good. But from Lola's bed Cassie could see the toilet through the crack in the bathroom door, and that reminded her of something.
     
    "Tell me more about this piss thing," Cassie demanded, "how does it work again?"
     
    She didn't know why she was saying piss instead of pee, or wee, like usual. The drugs were giving her a potty mouth, apparently. Cassie had said just about every bad word she knew that night- usually as if it was nothing. Now her main curiosity was what would happen when the drugs finally wore off enough to let her bladder muscles pee again.  
     
    Lola sat up a little straighter and went over the science again. Cassie had no idea if any of it was biologically accurate, but it sounded about right. "At the moment, your body isn't doing the things it normally does to tell you that you have to pee," Lola said, "the drugs are stopping that. But you're still drinking and your bladder, it's getting more and more full. Eventually that will all have to come out. It will be desperate. If we were out on the street when that happened, we would have to pee on the street. That's just how it works".
     
    "I've never been to the loo on the street," Cassie admitted.
     
    "Really?" Lola shook her head. "I'll have to show you".
     
    "In the meantime, it doesn't matter when we have to pee here, because we're here," pointed out Cassie. "We can just use the bathroom. It's five steps away from this bed". 
     
    Lola shrugged. "True". She finished another strong drink, took Cassie's and finished that too before heading over to the kitchen to pour some more. Cassie guessed that she'd comfortably had more booze tonight than the rest of her life combined. 
     
    Once she got back with two full glasses, Cassie had another question for Lola.
     
    “Aren’t drugs supposed to make you… you know… in the mood?”
     
    “The mood?”
     
    “The mood, you know, for sex and… stuff”.
     
    Lola frowned. “What, like horny?” Cassie nodded. Lola thought about it for a second. “Some drugs do”.
     
    “Does this one?”
     
    “Eh, not really. It makes you want to touch and to cuddle and maybe that can lead to the sex, but it’s not for that. There are drugs that can make you as randy as a rabbit, though. I’ve had a few”.
     
    That interested Cassie. "Really? What are they like?"
     
    "You really want to know?" Lola said, leaning in with a glint in her eyes.
     
    "Yes".
     
    "Well," Lola took a sip, enjoying dragging it out, "after a while you get very... wet. Then you start to want to touch yourself, and if you can resist you can go out and pick up a guy and do him for hours. You don't get tired. You just want to try everything".
     
    A part of Cassie's brain she hadn't known even existed thought that this sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. She made a note of that.
     
    "I'd like to try some of those," she said with a dry throat.
     
    "I have some".
     
    Cassie's eyes widened- she could have sworn she felt her nipples go hard. "Can I...?"
     
    "Ay, not tonight," Lola said, "they would be wasted here. We'll save them for next week, I'll take you clubbing, and hopefully you'll go home with a boy".
     
    "What about you?"
     
    "Hopefully I'll go home with someone, too," Lola said with a wink.
     
    "A boy?"
     
    She mused over this while she popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "Eh. Boy, girl, anything else. I don't care". 
     
    Cassie didn't push the matter any further, mainly because the last round of whatever they were rubbing on their gums seemed to be kicking in, but her mind kept. coming back to these sex drugs. Coming to Uni, sex was one of the things she had secretly wanted to try out a few times, even if it was better to pretend it didn't matter to her. These pills Lola had described would be a perfect way to loosen herself up- literally. She assumed that she would stop thinking they were such a good idea once she'd sobered up a little. 
     
    The next few hours flew by faster than Cassie could have believed. The two girls kept drinking, kept listening to music and watching the lights and sitting closer to each other than was probably normal. At one point Lola managed to connect their tiny TV to Netflix, and put on a film that neither of them ended up paying attention to, mainly because they never troubled to turn down the tunes from the phone. The room grew so hot that tops were doing nothing but basking them both in sweat, so they ended up sitting in just jeans and a bra each. 
     
    Eventually the chewing gum was all out and so was the white powder in the bag. Cassie was struck by a strange kind of sadness when she first saw the sun start to come up. It signified the end of one of the best nights she'd ever had. She didn't know where the last few hours of the party had gone to, but the realisation that she was experiencing her first ever comedown wasn't a fun one. The only silver lining was that she still had so much more to explore in this world, now she'd had a taste.
     
    "Ay, dios mio," Lola gasped out of nowhere.
     
    "What's up?"
     
    "Remember when I said we would have to pee soon? Well, I need to fucking pee".
     
    Cassie looked up and saw that it was true. Lola had gone from chilling out on the bed to standing beside it with both hands in her crotch in just a few seconds. But the mention of pee had a bizarre effect: suddenly Cassie had to go, too, and it was all at once as desperate as she'd been for a long time.
     
    "Fuck! Me too. Good thing we're right by the toilet, yeah?"
     
    Lola laughed. "Yes, lucky me".
     
    Something came to Cassie then that she'd thought a few times that night, but never said out loud until now. "I wish I could be more like you," she told Lola".
     
    "What do you mean?"
     
    "When we first met I thought it was kind of weird how you could just pee with the door open, or pee in the shower, or poo yourself and not even care. But now I wish I could do that too. I think... it would be easier. If I wasn't so uptight about those things".
     
    "Well..." Lola began, tossing half of her hair over her left shoulder to get it out of her eyes again, "I could teach you".
     
    Cassie blinked. "You could?"
     
    "Yes, of course," she said, "why not? I learned to do it, you can too".
     
    "I guess that's true," said Cassie. She was fidgeting badly now. "Sure, okay, I'll do it. But can we please hurry up? I'm bursting".
     
    "Okay, me too. Alright," Lola waved an arm to indicate that Cassie should go into the bathroom first, "we'll start small. Have you ever been in a sink b
     
    "No, but there's a first time for everything". Cassie, almost completely uninhibited by this point, unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down around her thighs. Her underwear quickly followed, properly exposing her hairless pussy in front of Lola for the first time. If Lola was paying any attention to her roommate's slit, though, she certainly didn't give herself away. She just laughed as Cassie waddled towards the bathroom sink and lined herself up to let rip. But one big problem quickly became obvious. "Shit, I'm way too short," she hissed, "fuck, I'm gonna have to use the toilet or I'll piss all over the floor".
     
    "Wait!" Lola came up behind Cassie, wrapped surprisingly strong arms around the shorter girl's waist and lifted her up. She only went a few inches off the ground, but that was all it took. Suddenly Cassie's bladder gave out and she started pissing full-force into what had previously been a pristine white bathroom sink. A string of swear words came out of Cassie's mouth, relief overwhelming her. Even over the music she could hear the pee tinkling against the porcelain so clearly that it was almost musical in itself. 
     
    Cassie had never urinated standing up before. She wasn't prepared for the way her pee sprayed in every direction, some completely missing the sink altogether. 
     
    "Hurry up, Cassie, I'm desperate," Lola moaned, readjusting her grip. But just as Lola had warned, Cassie was nowhere near done yet. She must have had a bladder far fuller than ever before.
     
    "I'm trying! There's so much!" Cassie bore down for a second, hoping to speed up her stream. The problem was that she still had some shit left in her colon, which almost slipped out of her and into her underwear at precisely the wrong time.
     
    Even dry, the denim against Cassie's bare, slightly hairy butt felt odd. But there were few words to properly describe the sensation of them suddenly turning from bone dry to soaking wet in an instant. Lola wasn't simply wetting herself- she was flooding her pants, exploding all in one instant. 
     
    "Ah, okay, no rush," Lola said after a while. She was still lifting Cassie, to her credit, but all semblance of bladder control was completely absent from both women now.
     
    They lulled into a peaceful silence and both finished pissing: Cassie into the sink, happily watching her pee gurgle down the drain and disappear, and Lola in her jeans. She seemed completely unfazed by the fact that she'd just wet herself only a few feet from the toilet- which Cassie supposed made sense given the Spanish girl's history with accidents. When Lola eventually put Carrie back down, after the latter had run her reserve dry, Cassie's feet landed in a warm puddle on the bathroom floor. A glance around told her that Lola had flooded the whole place, and it was slowly flowing towards the drain in the middle of the room. 
     
    "Okay, that felt good," Lola admitted, "but you're going to have to pee a lot in the next day or so. And poop too. It's just your body trying to get back to normal, so don't worry, yeah?"
     
    Cassie nodded, though she felt a bit concerned. "How much is a lot?"
     
    Lola thought about it for a second. "Every half an hour or so you might need to pee, I think. And poop, I don't know, maybe three or four times tomorrow?"
     
    "That doesn't sound so bad". Cassie got a good look at Lola, who was completely drenched from the waist down. She could no longer remember what shade of blue that denim was supposed to be. The Spanish girl took one look at the shower and sighed. 
     
    "I really should shower, just to get the pee off my legs," she said, "but what is it you say in England? I can't be fucked?"
     
    Cassie laughed. "That's the one," she said. Her butt was damp and sticky from Lola's accident, too. "I can't be fucked to shower either. Should we just go to bed?"
     
    "That sounds perfect," Lola agreed.
     
    They headed back into the room, where Lola promptly started to strip naked. It caught Cassie by surprise at first- Lola's tits were bouncing once the bra was off, and both nipples stood proud and erect. It hit her then that she'd never seen another human being completely naked before, except ones she was related to. But then, when Cassie thought about it, it didn't seem so weird after all. Lola had just seen Cassie's pussy, Cassie had already seen Lola's, and they'd spent the last few hours with nothing on but bras and jeans. This wasn't much more of a step.
     
    So Cassie decided to follow Lola's lead. She didn't have the same confidence in her body that Lola had, but today it didn't seem to matter much at all. Today it was just nice to feel close to someone. She left all of her clothes in a pile next to Lola's and climbed, naked and damp from sweat and piss, into bed. The last thing she remembered from her night of drugs and booze was Lola pushing out a giant fart, making Cassie laugh before she quickly fell asleep.
     
    ——————————————————————————————
     
    Cassie woke up in the middle of a dream she couldn't remember. The room was silent; only muffled traffic from outside soundtracked the morning. It was bright in the room- as bright as could be with the blinds pulled shut, and still light enough that Cassie could see around the place well. 
     
    The first thing she felt was what she assumed was the hangover she'd heard about. Her head ached, her belly hurt, her legs were sore. She'd woken up with the flu before and felt better. It wasn't her favourite part of the weekend so far, to put it mildly. 
     
    Only bits and pieces of the night before still floated around in her memory. She could remember everything before they'd started drinking but only patches from after. The taste of the powder was still on her gums, but she couldn't picture actually rubbing it there. It felt like she'd been watching a movie and only half paying attention, missing huge parts at a time and being left to piece together the rest of the story. She was like a detective, trying to figure out how she'd ended up naked in bed. She certainly didn't remember taking her clothes off.
     
    Was she fully naked? Cassie moved her hands from her chest and felt her crotch, just to make sure she hadn't got underwear on. She found her pussy soaking wet. Her fingers recoiled, shocked at the cold, damp impact. When she forced herself to feel again, it only confirmed the first report: not only was she wet, her whole bed was soaked. Around her bum, lower back and thighs, a dark wet patch spread out across the sheet, turning cream into deep beige. 
     
    Everything between her hips and her knees seemed to be covered in cold, sticky fluid. She peeked at her hand, thinking it was maybe possible that she'd just had a very heavy period, and swore when the fingers came away colourless. There was only one logical explanation for it. Cassie couldn't believe it at first, but the only thing that made any sense was that she had wet the bed. 
     
    She could feel her face flushing with shame. Cassie simply wasn't a person who had accidents. She'd known throughout her night with Lola that it was possible she would have some close calls, and she remembered almost losing control before finding relief in the sink, but waking up sober in the cold light of day to find that she'd wet the bed was something else entirely. 
     
    Cassie groaned. She didn't feel like getting up at all, ideally not for a long time, and yet she knew that she had to clean up the mess she'd made. She could smell it, too, stale but undeniably pee.
     
    Just as Cassie was about to get up, throw on some pyjamas and carry her bedsheets to the laundry room, she heard a noise coming from Lola's bed. She turned to check it out- from her pillow she could get a good view of Lola, without lifting her head, thankfully. It took Cassie a while to figure out what she was hearing. Lola was clearly asleep, but the noise was coming from her. She wasn't sleep-talking, or moaning as if she was having a sex dream. Then Cassie put her finger on it- her roommate was grunting. 
     
    Not grunting like an animal, or like Cassie's dad often did when he was pissed off. These were sounds that Cassie had heard Lola make before, starting with their very first meeting. This was the noise Lola made when she was pushing out a poop.
     
    It took Cassie completely by surprise to realise that her friend was shitting the bed. She wondered if she should wake Lola up, but before she could act the grunting stopped and the unmistakable earthy scent filled the room. It was too late. And Cassie figured that if Lola had already had an accident, there wasn't much point in interrupting her sleep yet. Hell, all Cassie wanted to do was to roll over and go back to sleep herself. But first she needed to change her bedsheets. And before that there was an even more pressing matter to consider: she had to pee again, and badly. Lola hadn't been kidding when she'd warned that drugs and booze would lead to a lot of toilet visits the next day. 
     
    Cassie climbed out of bed, suddenly more self-conscious about her nakedness again. She was grateful that Lola was asleep, because Cassie's need to urinate was too strong to allow her time to pull any clothes on before she rushed to the loo and sat down. She started to piss almost straight away, hunched over with her elbows resting on her thighs. Hair hung over her face and her belly, which wasn't exactly going to get any smaller on the back of last night, was sticking out, shielding most of her privates from view. 
     
    Cassie closed her eyes in the hopes it would calm her head a little. She peed for half a minute and then started wiping. For good measure, she tried one sheet of paper across her butthole. It came away a little brown. When she'd flushed, Cassie stood up on shaky feet again and took a look at herself in the mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight, even as someone who didn't much care for her appearance. 
     
    When she re-entered the bedroom, trying to gear herself up for the unenviable task of stripping the bed and getting them in the wash without being seen, Cassie was surprised to see Lola awake.
     
    Lola looked remarkably pretty even in this state, but it was still easily the most dishevelled Cassie had ever seen her roommate. She had wide, sleepy eyes with purple bags underneath, and her hair was a mess, sticking out in no logical way. Lola sat up in bed, her top half completely exposed- her breasts seemed less perky and heavier, for some reason, and her nipples had lost all the stiffness of last night. She was stifling a yawn when she saw Cassie. 
     
    "Good morning," she said, "what time is it?"
     
    "I don't know," Cassie admitted. "Late. Probably nearly midday by now, or worse".
     
    Lola rubbed her eyes, then tilted her head. She seemed to be staring at Cassie's pussy, which made her only slightly less uncomfortable than it would have a few days ago. 
     
    "Cassie, why are your legs all wet?" she asked. 
     
    Cassie froze. She tried to think of a plausible lie, but when one didn't come up she decided not to bother trying to hide it from Lola. After what they'd shared the night before, it wasn't like they had a reason to still be shy with one another. 
     
    "Well," she confessed, "I kind of... wet the bed last night".
     
    Lola's reaction wasn't at all what Cassie would have expected. She shrugged, waved a lazy hand in front of her in dismissal and said, "ah, no big deal. I wet mine too. And I pooped in it, too".
     
    She seemed remarkably calm for a woman who had just ruined her sheets. Cassie clearly didn't have the same experience in soiling herself that Lola boasted, but she would still have expected a little more urgency, or some embarrassment. She didn't think she'd ever meet a woman whose response to waking up wet would be to shrug it off, but then she'd never met anyone like Lola before.
     
    "Well, I did think you were... you know... pooing, in the bed. It was only a few minutes ago, and you were," she paused, "well, you were grunting, and I thought you were pushing it out in your sleep. Sorry if you'd rather I woke you up, I thought it was better to let you sleep".
     
    "No, you did the right thing. I don't respond very well to being woken up when I've had a late night," Lola said with a laugh, "and I don't know what would happen if you woke me up while I was pooping in the bed. It probably wouldn't have been fun".
     
    Even for Lola, it was strange to hear someone talking about this so casually. Cassie had to ask why.
     
    "How come you don't seem bothered about this?" she said, sitting down on the edge of her bed, being very careful not to touch any of the wet, cold patch she'd left while she slept. "I was nowhere near as calm as you when I woke up and found out I'd... you know".
     
    "I'm not bothered by it because it happens all the time," Lola said, "when I get really drunk or really high, usually, I wet the bed that night. A lot of the time I poop too. It's normal".
     
    "Is it?" Cassie asked dubiously. 
     
    "Of course. I know I'm not the only one. Loads of my friends say the same thing. We used to have drunk sleepovers and sometimes all of us would wake up in wet beds. Really, Cassie, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to a lot of girls".
     
    That was brand new information to Cassie. She'd heard of women having instances of nocturnal incontinence when they were under the influence of a lot of alcohol, but for it to happen on the regular to the same woman? Even to a whole group of friends? That didn't line up with what she'd been told before. And they hadn't even been that drunk last night, not when compared to how sloshed she knew Lola could get when she wanted to.
     
    "So, are you gonna get up and change your sheets?" she asked. 
     
    Lola didn't even think about it for a second. "No".
     
    Cassie frowned. "Why not?"
     
    "I don't feel like getting up," she explained, "I'm tired and I'm comfy and I'm hungover. This way is so much more convenient".
     
    "Convenient how?"
     
    "Because next time I have to use the bathroom, I can just do it here. I don't have to get up. It's easy".
     
    This was the most shocking bit of news yet to Cassie. It was one thing to have an accident while asleep, but to then voluntarily soil yourself again, just because you didn't want to get out of bed? She'd never have thought that of anyone, not even of Lola. 
     
    "I don't know, Lola," she said, "that seems kind of extreme. Even for you". 
     
    "Oh, come on, it's no big deal," Lola said, "look- I still have to pee a little". She paused for a moment, then looked up at Cassie and flashed a cheeky smile. "And I just did it!"
     
    "Seriously? Right now?"
     
    Lola nodded enthusiastically. "So quick and easy! And I didn't have to move a muscle," she said, "it feels kind of good, too, to be honest".
     
    For her part, Cassie couldn't imagine peeing her bed on purpose ever feeling good. She'd matured too much in the last few weeks to feel disgusted by Lola's unconventional bathroom habits anymore, but this seemed like a step too far. So she stood up and turned back to her own bed, ready to strip off the sheets and put on fresh ones so that she could go back to sleep. 
     
    Cassie must have stood up a little too fast, though, because her head started to spin once she was on her feet. Her belly cramped again, more painfully than before. For a long moment she was sure she was going to be sick. Then the wave passed, but Cassie was still left feeling terrible.
     
    Lola took one look at the discomfort on Cassie's face and sighed. "Cassie, come on," she said, "you're hungover. You need to get back into bed and sleep it off. The cold of the pee isn't so bad once you get used to it".
     
    That all sounded sorely tempting to Cassie, but she knew she had to protest. "No, I can't go back to sleep. I'll need the loo again soon, I have to be up..."
     
    "So what if you have to use the bathroom? The sheets are ruined already. If you go in your sleep, you go in your sleep. If you have to go when you wake up, you can do that too, or just go in your bed like I did".
     
    When she put it like that, it was hard for Cassie to find a reason to argue. So she stopped resisting. With a resigned groan, her naked body climbed back into bed and pulled the duvet back up over her. Lola had been right about one thing: the cold of her piss did stop feeling bad after a while, and it was far nicer being in here than out there. Exhaustion reclaimed Cassie and she quickly fell asleep again.
     
    ———————————————————
     
    Not for the first time since moving in, Cassie was woken up by a serious pain in her bladder. She had to piss badly, and already her legs were crossing tightly in an effort to help her hold it in. Already the desperation was almost as bad as it had been the night before, just before she'd emptied her bladder into the sink. She still remembered how strange her bare bum had felt being held against Lola's denim crotch. Now this was nearly as urgent, except she wasn't going to go in the sink. She tried to push herself up on one elbow, hoping to make it to the toilet... and then had another idea. 
     
    As strange as what Lola had said about going in the bed had been, it seemed to make plenty of sense to Cassie now. After all, the sheets really were already in need of a serious wash. What harm could a little more mess do? So she spread her legs a little and gave the pee permission to come out. 
     
    Even then, it took a little while, as her body resisted the urge. It was ironic to her that her brain had had no problems accidentally soaking the entire bed while she'd been asleep the night before,  and now it seemed unable to produce even a tiny dribble. But with a little pushing and a little patience, Cassie felt something she'd never felt before in her life- a squirt of fresh pee dripping out of her pussy, down her labia and onto her own bed. 
     
    This was going to take some getting used to, thought Cassie as she began picking up speed in the flow, but already she was starting to see why Lola liked it so much.
     
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    Cassie would never have guessed that she would spend so little of her first few months at university studying, but rooming with Lola had given her a different perspective on life. Now things weren't just about good grades; she would always look forward to going out at the weekends (or sometimes weekdays, if the prices were good), and those nights where she got to hang out with her roommate and just enjoy herself.
     
    But she hadn't completely lost the old Cassie, so on the evening before Halloween she was sitting cross-legged on her bed, flicking through a textbook and trying to memorise the details. Assessments were in six weeks. She didn't fancy failing them. The only distraction was that she was starting to really need a piss. 
     
    Ordinarily Cassie would have simply gotten up and headed to the bathroom not six feet away from her bed, but Lola was getting ready for a party in there. And, as much as peeing in front of each other had long since shed the taboo, Cassie still reserved it for emergencies or when she was drunk. Besides, she still had a few pages of the chapter to finish, and she was determined to get through them before she sought out relief. She couldn't stand taking breaks from studying just to use the bathroom. 
     
    When Lola stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel but dripping from head to foot, Cassie couldn't help but feel jealous as usual. The Spaniard was a gorgeous woman- maybe not perfect, but still beautiful. She was a far cry from Cassie's podgier form and uneven boobs. Cassie crossed her legs, aware that she was going to have to get up and pee soon whether she finished the chapter or not. 
     
    One of her eyes watched Lola getting dressed. She didn't blink when Lola dropped her towel. Cassie had seen it all before, and it wasn't like she was attracted to her flatmate anyway. But then she went to her underwear draw and picked out something that Cassie certainly hadn't seen before: a black g-string that seemed to have barely enough fabric to cover any woman's crotch, let alone Lola's, which had always stuck out awkwardly. When she pulled it on, Cassie saw that the material was close to see-through. 
     
    "Wow".
     
    "What?"
     
    "Where did you get that? I've never seen it before," Cassie said. 
     
    Lola beamed. "I save it for special occasions. Nights when I want to look cute". 
     
    "Ah". Cassie knew that her roommate had been looking forward to tonight all week. There was a guy at the party she was into, with some Spanish name Cassie had forgotten. Lola couldn't stop talking about it- and not because she thought he was boyfriend material. To put it mildly, Lola had been going through a dry patch. Her exact words had been 'I think my virginity is going to grow back', which Cassie doubted. It was just that Lola, apparently, was a very sexual being, and she hadn't been coping well with suddenly finding herself unable to find a partner. 
     
    "I swear, I'll explode if I don't find someone tonight. I haven't been this long without sex in years".
     
    Cassie raised an eyebrow. "How long has it been?"
     
    "Three weeks," said Lola nonchalantly, "which is two weeks too long. He'd better be up for it tonight. I really need it". 
     
    Though she wouldn't say it out loud, Lola's horniness was even starting to rub off on Cassie. She'd been thinking about coming along to one of these parties soon and seeing who she could pick up herself. There was one to mark Halloween tomorrow, and Cassie didn't want to go out tonight or she'd run out of money for the month before the big night. Lola didn't seem to have that issue. She said that she didn't usually pay for her own drinks. 
     
    "Okay, remember to take a crap before you leave," said Cassie once her friend was dressed, "we don't want a repeat of last time". The last time Lola had gone out without Cassie had been a disaster. The girl had shit her pants and come back hours early to get changed, clearly drunk, slurring that she would put on some fresh underwear and go back to the party and then promptly passing out on her bed fully dressed. 
     
    But Lola just smirked. "I don't need to take a crap," she informed Cassie, "I'm not a baby. Thank you for your concern, though". She finished checking her make-up in the mirror, slung a scarf over her shoulder and went out into the hall. Cassie went back to studying- it was only a few more pages before she could finally get up and pee. She squeezed her thighs together a little tighter and kept reading.
     
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    It had long since been dark and cold outside by the time Lola finally returned to the dorm, but that was still several hours earlier than she'd told Cassie to expect. The heater in their room was turned on, but it only had two settings: off and furnace. A few hours after Cassie had given into the chill and flicked on their radiator, the place was like an oven, and Cassie was already starting to sweat. By now the sounds of cars honking outside had grown less frequent and eventually died out, just the way she liked it.
     
    Cassie was in the middle of a greatly needed wank when her roommate got home. She liked to take her time to get warmed up, so while they both still sometimes got themselves off while the other person was in the room, Cassie liked to wait until she had the place to herself before she got started. The conditions were exactly the way she wanted them- silent, in an empty room, with nothing but the sound of the covers rustling and her own deep breathing to indicate that anything was alive in there at all. 
     
    With the duvet down around her waist to keep her boobs somewhat cool, Cassie was finally getting closer to the glorious moment she'd been waiting for most of the week. Her fingers moved around her pussy in frantic circles, pressing harder and harder on the clit. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, jaw clenched-
     
    And then the sound of a key in the lock cut stopped her in her tracks. She grabbed her sheet and yanked it back over her chest, orgasm all but forgotten. Seconds later a rectangle of light was flooding in from the hall and Lola walked in, very clearly drunk.
     
    It took Cassie all of five seconds to piece together exactly what happened, just as soon as Lola turned around enough to make the bulge in the back of her pants clearly visible. 
     
    "Lola," she whispered, and her roommate jumped just as suddenly as Cassie had when she'd heard herself being walked in on. 
     
    "Hi," Lola said sheepishly, "I got bored at the party".
     
    Cassie knew that Lola wasn't ashamed of shitting in her pants- she was just too stubborn to admit that Cassie had been right when she'd advised her friend to use the bathroom before leaving. 
     
    "Lola, I can see the bulge in your bum," Cassie said, stifling a yawn. 
     
    Lola huffed. "Fine, I pooped in my pants". She kicked off her shoes and crossed the room, and soon the bathroom light whirred into life over Cassie's shoulder. 
     
    "Why didn't you go when I told you to?"
     
    "Because I didn't need to go then!" Cassie heard the zipper of Lola's dress coming undone, then fabric falling to a firm floor. "I only got desperate after we started the drinking, and there was a queue for the bathroom. Oh, and when it happened, I was just about to get this guy to take me up to his room. So I'm still as horny as a horny toad". 
     
    That gave Cassie a little more sympathy. She sat up in bed again, this time letting the blankets fall away and expose her boobs. The left had always been a little bigger, but with Lola she'd stopped worrying about them too much. 
     
    Her roommate was standing in the bathroom in a G-string packed with poop, trying to carefully peel it off her legs. As free as Lola had always been with her bodily functions, the woman had her limits, and apparently letting her shit smear down her legs was one of them. She stood with one leg on either side of the toilet, gradually lowering the waistband until she finally managed to upturn the gusset and dump her dump into the toilet bowl. The splash was so loud that Cassie wouldn't have been surprised if some water had gotten into the Spanish girl's bush. Then she wiped with toilet paper, complaining to herself about how it was too late to shower. It took a long time before Lola was clean enough to be satisfied. Cassie watched all this without saying a word.
     
    She said goodnight to Cassie and climbed back into bed, and Cassie lay down to get to sleep too. Her crotch was still soaking. She tried to revive the wank silently, but the spark had died out. So she faced the wall, as she always did at night, and listened to the two women breathing, waiting for sleep to take her. 
     
    A long time passed in which nothing happened and nobody moved. Then, just as she thought she was finally drifting off, Lola said, "I'm sorry, Cassie, but I need to cum. This tension is too much. I can't sleep".
     
    Cassie was surprised it had taken so long. "Knock yourself out," she said with a yawn, knowing that her friend hadn't really been asking for permission. She knew how powerful Lola's sex drive could get. When she really, really had to finish, she would do it. One night Lola had brought herself off in the bathroom of a pub, and then told Cassie the details with a grin later. 
     
    Soon Cassie could hear an unmistakable squelching, which she recognised well by now as the sound of Lola's labia rubbing together when she was really wet. Cassie never made that much noise- smaller lips, she supposed. Seconds later she heard Lola tossing the duvet out of the way. It landed on the floor with a noise just like the dress earlier, and the towel on the carpet before that. 
     
    There was one other way in which the two were polar opposites: Lola liked to moan while she touched herself. She moaned loudly. Cassie had never been vocal in pleasure, save for the odd squeak or whimper if something felt really good. But when Lola was having fun in the bedroom, she made sure that everyone in hearing range knew about it.
     
    Masturbation was, with a few exceptions, the only time that Cassie ever heard her roommate speak Spanish. More specifically, she swore in Spanish. Cassie knew they were swear words because Lola had taught her one night, to explain exactly what she was screaming when she came. 
     
    Lola struck a high, long note, and Cassie knew that the moment had arrived. She knew that the people next door would assume someone was getting laid hard in their room.
     
    When she'd finished, Cassie was left alone with just panting coming from the other bed. Soon it became deep breathing. Then it was silence. Then it was snoring. 
     
    Cassie got out of bed, turned off the heater and draped Lola's duvet over the sleeping girl again. She knew there was a good chance that Lola would wet the bed. She hadn't gone to the toilet before she fell asleep, which usually meant a soaked sheet in the morning. But Cassie didn't mind. She had other things to think about. 
     
    Like how, with Lola fast asleep, she could get the relief she wanted- and be as loud as she pleased.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to nyonoyo in HoloMess ~Un-Gama Tetris~   
    I'm not dead! It's been a long time since I last posted, but I've mostly got my life sorted out and have more free time and motivation to write again. I hope you enjoy this story. I promise the next one won't take so long!
     
     
                “Hi Master! Wantama!”
                “Kon Kon Kitsune!”
                “Kon~ Ban~ Washoi!”
                “It’s been a while since we’ve done one of these, so I hope you all are excited!” The crossdressing dog-boy Inuyama Tamaki greeted incoming viewers to the stream as he set up an online lobby of Tetris. Joining him in greeting the viewers was Shirakami Fubuki and Natsuiro Matsuri, returning veterans of Tamaki’s Endurance Tetris series. The rules of the game were simple. Streamers would compete against each other in the game while holding their urge to pee. After a round was over, all participants except the winner would have to perform a task that would increase their desperation. This cycle would continue until a player wets themselves.
                “Yeah, it sure has been,” Fubuki agreed, nervously. Despite having wet herself once before during Tamaki’s gameshow, she wasn’t keen on having any other accidents. That wasn’t the only factor, however. To celebrate the return of his show, Tamaki decided to up the ante; instead of holding their bladders, they’d be fighting the urge to poop. This didn’t excite the fox-girl, especially considering her ‘incident’ from a couple of years back. That being said, there was a reason she knew it would be safe to enter the revival episode, and she was staring right at said reason.
                “Hehe, this’ll be cake!” Matsuri proclaimed. The eccentric cheerleader talked big game, but in reality, she had the worst record of any participant on Endurance Tetris. Of the twelve times she had competed, nine times she ended up sitting in a puddle of her own urine. Not to mention the various times she has wet herself on and off stream, unprovoked by anything but her overconfidence in her bladder. “Don’t make any mistakes, poop is totally different,” she claimed as Tamaki’s chat voted her as the projected loser. “I haven’t crapped myself since I was a baby! That’s more than can be said about Ms. Poopy Pants over there,” Matsuri jested, prompting Fubuki to redden faster than hot iron.
                “S-shut up! It was only once!” she deflected. “It’s not fair! I literally had the shit scared out of me…”
                “Enough ladies, you both will have the opportunity to prove you don’t need diapers soon enough.” Both girls glared at Tamaki, obviously not amused. “Alright chat, you know the gist. We play Tetris, winner of each round is saved from punishment, the losers drink water, and it goes until someone wets themselves. However, this time things are gonna be a little different since it’s our bowels on the line. For one, we’ve all had three full meals today to make sure this doesn’t last forever.” As he says this, the femboy pulls out a small roulette wheel and places it next to him. “Aaaaand we got a punishment wheel! After each round, I’m gonna spin the wheel at the end of each round, and whatever it lands on will be the losers’ punishment!” The chat spammed clapping emojis while the other vtubers groaned, already knowing what was on the wheel as they had to prepare the items in advance. They had second thoughts about participating but Tamaki had already paid them a fair sum to participate, so it was too late to back out now. “Hmm, let’s see here… Laxatives, prunes, squats, and plenty of other tricks to help get things flowing! I’m excited, aren’t you girls?”
                “Bring it!” Matsuri belted, her pride overshadowing her dignity.
                “Y-yeah…,” Fubuki croaked, not as inspired as her genmate.
                “Okay, let’s get it!” Tamaki started the first round. The game was already engaging, as the vtubers figured out which strategies they wanted to go with. Tamaki and Fubuki opted for the “4-wide” setups, while Matsuri opted to keep things simple and aimed exclusively for Tetris clears. Admittedly the game was much more even than normal, perhaps because the stakes were much higher than normal, or simply because a certain blue-haired idol wasn’t present to dominate them all. However, in the end, the dog-boy came out on top, sticking his tongue out at the other two in celebration.
                “Damn it!” Matsuri exclaimed as she jumped in frustration, her skirt lifting to briefly flash her panties through her pantyhose.
                “You don’t have to let everyone know you’re wearing stripes to vent your anger, you know?” Fubuki jabbed, prompting the brunette to embarrassedly sit and pull her skirt down a little.
                “P-please, I know you’re salty too,” she retorted.
                “Ahem,” Tamaki cleared his throat. “If you’re done being sore losers after the first round, I’ll spin the wheel for your punishment.”
                “Fine,” the other two said in unison. Tamaki spun the wheel, the girls watching nervously as it rotated in a blur. Eventually, the wheel came to a halt, the needle resting on their first of many punishments: laxatives. The pair sighed as they lifted up a couple of pills in each of their palms to their cameras, then downed the tablets to show the viewers they weren’t faking their task.
                “Hehe, those are quick acting. I guess we’ll see how quick that is,” the dog-boy teased.
     
                Several rounds passed unceremoniously, with the trio each enduring various punishments such as sit-ups, prunes, coffee, etc. after a loss. However, the punishments were definitely working, each member starting to struggle as they felt something knocking at their backdoor. And as time went on, a separate need was growing inside of Fubuki that was proving impossible to ignore.
                “Gotta go,” Fubuki kept repeating in her head, her legs crossing back and forth out of the camera’s view. She was losing the battle against her bladder, and due to the laxatives and coffee, her bowels weren’t far behind in the race. The growing desperation to pee was also drawing her away from the game, causing her to lose more rounds. As she struggled to both fill the gap in her Tetris board and keep herself from filling her shorts, white-haired fox knew something had to give. With a deep breath, she opened her legs slightly and let go. A cascade of urine immediately drenched her white panties and black shorts, rolling off of her gaming chair into a puddle at her bare feet. It was embarrassing having to reconcile with peeing herself on purpose, but her sphincter didn’t give her much time for thought as something started to poke out of her anus. Clenching her butt, the fox-girl returned her focus on the game only to find that she had already lost while she was taking care of business.
                “H-ha! I w-win this one!” Matsuri boasted through small whines.
                “I-it seems so…,” Tamaki too, was hitting his limit as he rocked his butt back and forth. He spun the wheel yet again, but this time, the punishment made both losers go pale.
                “Push for 15 seconds”
                “N-no way,” Fubuki stammered, sweat streaming down her body into her already soaked shorts. Time stopped. She was at a loss. At this rate, she’d mess herself for the second time in her career and solidify herself as the baby of the company. She scanned her brain for options, ways she could avoid tarnishing her reputation and saving her ego. Yet despite her best efforts, Fubuki knew there was no way to avoid pooping her pants. Even if she were to pretend to push on her bowels, it would only be a matter of minutes before her body gives out anyways. Then it hit her. “Pretend? Oh, that’s it!”
                “Alright… you ready Fubuki…?” Tamaki asked, bracing himself for the worst and snapping the girl out of her thought.
                “Y-yeah,” Fubuki replied, ready to set her plan in motion.
                “Oookay, now push!” Matsuri commanded, starting the timer on her phone.
                “Ugh…,” both Tamaki and Fubuki groaned, the pushing from their bodies being more than enough for their anuses to open as both members fully void themselves in their underwear. Tamaki stood up for the act, his polka dot panties completely tenting outwards as a large coil of feces occupied the space between. Fubuki wasn’t as fortunate. As soon as she started pushing, a small nugget came out followed by a wave of mush spilling out of her, quickly taking up all the space in her panties and caking her rear end in the mess. However, compared to Tamaki, who was borderline crying, she kept a straight face, giving the illusion she was still holding on despite pushing everything out until she was empty. When it was all said and done, having messed herself almost twice as much as her previous experience, the fox-girl gave the camera a grin. The chat and Matsuri both applauded her for being able to keep it in; she pooped herself and kept her dignity intact.
                “Eeeeewww, my panties are totally ruined,” Tamaki mused, now more fascinated with the mess in his girly underwear than upset. He turned his butt to the camera to give the audience a clear look, and earned puking emojis in response. “Welp,” he said, plopping back down in his chair before continuing, “I’m out for the count. It’s up to you two. May the best girl win!” Tamaki changed his role in the game to spectator before starting the next game, with one girl determined to win, and the other knowing she’s already won.
     
                A few more matches elapsed as Matsuri was now on the defensive, losing almost all of them. Despite now getting uncomfortable and a bit itchy from shuffling and stewing in her own mess, the lack of distractions made it easy for Fubuki to beat the potty-dancing girl at the game. After being subjected to more coffee and sit-ups, the cheerleader was at her wits end.
                “H-how did she suddenly get so fucking good?!” Matsuri raged as she lost yet again.
                “Wow, this must really not be your day!” Tamaki commented, now fully chipper again in spite of his own mess weighing down his panties. “Though, I do hope this wraps up soon. If not, I might get a rash,” he joked, spinning the wheel again.
                “10 squats”
                “S-shit,” Matsuri cursed, rubbing her legs together as her butt was clenched to the maximum. She knew full well that even a single squat would loosen her muscles enough to spell disaster in her underwear.
                “What’s the matter?” Fubuki taunted. “Gotta go potty?” she asked sarcastically, before mockingly sucking her thumb.
                “Sh-shut the hell up!” Matsuri flared. “I-I-I’ll show y-y-you!” With that, she stood up and positioned herself with her back facing her webcam. In an attempt to prove a point, the girl yanked her skirt down to her feet, giving the world a full view of her pantyhose-clad butt. The other vtubers’ jaws hit the floor as Matsuri miraculously started pumping out squats. However, her pace hit an abrupt halt after the ninth squat. Matsuri could feel her sphincter screaming, praying to God, or herself, for mercy. “Alright, last one. Nice and slow,” she thought aloud, but her final descent would prove to be fatal. As she reached the bottom of the squat, her now spread anus had had enough. An unstoppable wave of brown lava erupted from her behind, instantly destroying her yellow-striped panties. Her underwear was failing to contain wave after wave of semisolid poop that gushed out, leaking out of the leg holes into her pantyhose. It began oozing down her legs, trapped between the tight mesh and her soft skin.
                “Oh my goodness, it’s an avalanche!” Tamaki jested to capitalize on the scene unfolding.
                “Ughhh… oohhhh…,” Matsuri moaned, reduced to nothing more that groans and yells from the release that encapsulated her. After what felt like forever, the volcano in her rear started to calm, and for a brief moment, there was silence. Weak in her knees, Matsuri’s legs gave out, falling on her behind as a loud splat sound echoed in her microphone. Regaining her senses, there was nothing left for the girl but regret as she started sobbing uncontrollably on the floor like a baby.
                “Matsuri…,” Fubuki said, stunned at the sight of her friend looking just like she did during her last accident. The guilt hit her like a truck. She knew she had cheated to save face, and now one of her closest friends was suffering because of it. The fox-girl looked down at her wet and messy state before resolving herself to do the right thing. “Um… everyone? I have something I have to confess…”
                “H-huh?” Matsuri turned her teary-eyed face to her monitor, only to be shocked at what she was witnessing. Fubuki had her shorts around her ankles, poop-filled panties on display to the whole world.
                “I-I’ve been a bad girl,” she joked. “I pooped my panties on stream again… like the baby I am…” Fubuki blushed hard at the words coming out of her mouth and her accompanying actions, but in her mind, she knew that in order to make things right, she needed to humiliate herself to a higher magnitude than Matsuri’s accident.
                “Fubuki…,” Matsuri looked at her screen, her tears dried, stunned by what her friend was doing. However, after a few seconds, she couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. “Hahaha, I knew you were a baby! Had to cheat to put yourself in the big girl club!”
                “Hey! I’m doing this to make you feel better!” Fubuki clapped back, annoyed.
                “And I do!” Matsuri said in a fit of laughter, before eventually calming down to say, “Thanks.”
                “Oh my gooooooood that was so cute!” Tamaki interjected, ruining the moment. “But since all of us are currently sitting in out own waste, I don’t think I can call this game anything but a draw. And that just won’t do, will it guys?” Tamaki watched as his chat agreed with him, messages travelling up the screen at a record speed. “I guess we’re just gonna have to do it again next week! You girls down?” The two friends stared at their screens for a second before each cracking a wide smile.
                “Yeah.”
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    Asuna.bed.wet. got a reaction from Ankonia in A cruel Goddess transports me to my favorite Patreon omo-game world for boredom!   
    Chapter 1 [The final quest to return back]
    "Time end" is a name that was full of significance, but at the same time, it seemed to fool those who heard it. In fact, it was the name of a simple desert land, an expanse of sand as large as the entire kingdom.
    If you listen to the marauders, "Time end" represents an hourglass with infinite grains of sand, like the desert from which there is no escape. 
    If you studied the history of the Armond kingdom in-depth, you would discover that the name comes from the spell it has eradicated the realm of the same name from existence in a time gone by.
    Now the moor was crossed by a dark-haired girl wearing a white shirt and pants, how she got there is a mystery even for herself, her last memory was having decided to make a subscription to try the latest version of a game illegally downloaded, and that she had loved it madly, she couldn't remember anything else.
     
    However, strangely she wasn't scared despite being in a deadly desert at noon. For an ordinary girl, it wouldn't be strange to panic. However, Eloise had a smile on her lips, and it was not a usual smile: it was an expression of pure happiness, an uncontrollable expression, not she couldn't have stopped smiling even if she were dead.
     
    "The truth is, her biggest wish had just come true."
     
    "Shop!" said the girl breaking the silence.
     
    A virtual window opened in front of her.
     
    "It's very hot! Probably it's midday," she thought as she looked briefly at the sun in the sky and breathed in a blast of hot air.

    0 coin: this was the writing observed thoughtfully by the girl.
     
    - you feel the pressure build-up
     
    -pssssssh-
     
    A hissing was the only noise the brunette heard, a sound that always made her blush and her heart pound.
    The hiss lasted about 7 seconds, so they wouldn't even understand what had just happened if someone else were near the girl. 
    However, Eloise was in a paradoxical mix between bliss and frustration. Her white linen pants felt fresh, after all, the urine was colder than the scorching desert air. 
    The girl would have gladly emptied her bladder under other circumstances, she felt pretty full, and if she was in a shopping center, she would have already found a solution, but now with disappointment in her heart, she had to stop the flow.
     
    [First Intentional Wetting]
     
    + 0 experience points
    + 1000 coins
    + 1 large bottle (1500 ml)
     
    - Title earned: (Novice Wetter)
     
    + 1 parchment (Over holding)
     
    - Welcome player 1 (Eloise Lyfart)
     
    + 1 interactive map
    + 1 exploration backpack
    + 1 clothes box
    + 1 getting started guide
    + 1 medium bottle (1000 ml)
    + 1 savory brioche (250 g)
     
    "Is this your first time in N.O.Q.?"
     
    Yes No
     
    After giggling lightly at her nickname, she said mentally and with conviction: "No."
     
    "Do you want to do the tutorial?"
     
    Yes No
     
    Here Eloise was doubtful: doing the tutorial in first person would have been great for her, however, she would have had to give up the trick she had discovered thanks to her incredible curiosity or maybe more than her thanks to her perverted mind.
     
    "No"
     
    - tutorial skipped
     
    - updated current quest: [Leave the Desert]
     
    "It's time for Farming," thought Eloise starting to be horny; her panties were drenched from the release earlier, and what she was about to do gave her more than just a tingle in her pussy, so she started to" Farming".
     
    Eloise's "trick" was simple: getting out of the desert would have been part of the tutorial, so no "malus" but only "rewards" were given inside it.
    For example, if she found an unbudging cactus and drank its juice, it would only fill the hydration bar without suffering the paralyzing effect. At the same time, if she were to get wet, it would not punish her bladder capacity or her own continence, not that Eloise didn't mind playing incontinent at a specific time.
     
    So there was more: in the tutorial area, it was possible to achieve objectives with extreme ease; this is because the player would not level up until he had acquired the mana core and the status, obtainable only after exiting the desert, meaning that Eloise could overcome the restrictions of the algorithm that calculated the difficulty (if she was really in New Omo Quest).
     
    The girl was a bit sad because the scat expressions were disabled in the tutorial. Therefore she can't "Farming" from that side, but she resigned herself to it, and after having decided what to do, she looked around, ready to implement the plan:
     
    Firstly she took off her simple sneakers, feeling her feet burning as she sank into the sand;
    Then she undid his belt and took off her pants, putting them to dry on a dune while her white cotton panties that covered his chubby ass were well exposed to the sand. 
    Eloise fingered through her panties: she always liked touching herself through them, rubbing the damp fabric, even if now, with the atrocious heat, she didn't feel goodly at ease.
     
    -pssh-
     
    With her legs closed she released just 2 drops, at least enough to see her wet spot get bigger.
     
    [Deliberate Wetting]
     
    + 0 experience points
    + 10 coins
    + 1 small bottle (500 ml)
     
    [Rewetting ×1]
     
    + 50 coins
    + 1 light incontinence panty pad
     
    - Title earned: (Panty-wetter)
     
    Usually, even from level 1, earning a title so quickly and with so little effort would be impossible. Eloise called it a "trick" but thinks the game developer has probably deliberately added it as an easter egg.
     
    Satisfied by her functioning, Eloise waited for the desert wind to dry the cotton on her underpants. About ten seconds were enough, and then she continued with her method.
     
    -pssssh-
     
    [Deliberate Wetting]
     
    + 0 experience points
    + 10 coins
    + 1 small bottle
     
    [Rewetting ×2]
     
    + 100 coins
     
    + 1 moderate incontinence panty-liner
     
    .
    .
    .
     
    [Rewetting ×40]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row.
     
    + 2000 coins
    + 1 Colossus
     
    - Title earned: (Yellowed Cloth Fetishist)
     
    - Title earned: (loose pee-hole)
     
    + 1× skill rune (Staining urine)
     
    [Rewetting ×41]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row.
     
    + 0 coins
     
    "I can consider myself satisfied," said Eloise, a little worn out by the actions.
     
    Now her bladder was nearly empty, and she couldn't risk emptying it completely: she had a secondary quest to complete, and due to the sweat due to her heat, she drank the large bottle.
     
    She also removed her underwear, becoming naked from the waistline in a puddle of wet sand, with her legs spread and a little sticky on her thighs.
     
    - white cotton panties (yellowed×41)
     
    -?
    -?
    -?
     
    Peeing your pants gave the panties random buffs and debuffs, but Eloise couldn't see them now that she was out of mana, so she reluctantly removed them to put them in the clothes box, a pouch enlarged with magic.
     
    She took with her hands the linen trousers lying on the dune, now they were hot to the touch of her, which didn't help her, then decided to stay naked for a while, wearing only sneakers and a white shirt.
     
    42,410 coins: this was the wording in the shop.
     
    With a satisfied smile and an almost empty bladder, Eloise decided to start her adventure in earnest.
     
    "100 Steps Right."
     
    "150 steps forward."
     
    "10 Steps Right."
     
    Eloise was walking, tidying up her bag, trying to remember where she had to go, but doing it with the keyboard was simpler than walking among the sand dunes with her legs feeling sticky after all the pee.
     
    After a while, before her, at the base of an exceptionally high dune, was what looked like a brick entrance to a dimly lit gallery.
     
    "So soon we'll fight." thought Eloise, a little peeved because she didn't like fighting in first person without overpowering skills, and after all, she was afraid to feel the pain of an arm that is cut off cleanly with a scimitar, that's why she opened the shop, a thing that theoretically she could do but without do anything cause of the low amount of money.
     
    [Sorcery Growth Bundle]
     
    - pre-enchanted wand (100 mana)
    - arcanist's dagger (100 mana)
     
    - bipedal weathercock coat
    - magician's panties (?)
    - wizard's boots (?)
    - magician's ring (?)
     
    - 5 health potions (100ml)
    - 5 mana potions (100ml)
     
    - 1x Skill Rune (Mage's evolution)
     
    Cost: 15000 coins
     
     
     
    [Warrior Growth Bundle]
     
    - iron sword
    - 2x throwing knife
     
    - lion leather cuirass
    - barbarian culottes
    - fighter bands (?)
    - fighter bracelet (?)
     
    - 10 health potions (100ml)
     
    - 1x skill rune (Fortitude of the physique)
     
    Cost: 10000 coins
     
     
     
    [Dancing Barrier]
     
    "A disposable protection that protects your life"
     
    Cost 5000 coins
     
     
    "It's a pain that I have to use my coin on unserviceable items, " thought Eloise, buying all 3. 
    Now her backpack and clothes box was full of items that she couldn't use yet due to the level restriction, however before entering the cave, she put on her white linen pants, her barbaric knickers(a pair of rough underpants of a whitish fabric, that despite the appearance are very comfortable), then her cuirass and then she put on her cloak.
     
    Before entering, she tested the wand, it wasn't necessary to cast spells for any wizard, but she didn't have a heart of mana yet, so her mana was 0.
     
    The test was to use arcane magic to throw an ice spear into the air.
     
    With only 25 mana, she had managed to get it to the other side of the dune, so she thought it was so easy that she wondered if things were made more accessible for her.
     
    Arcane magic was divided into 2 categories in the world of N.O.Q., the elemental and the specialized one: the elemental one has a logarithmic cost and was calculated based on the physical properties of the element that made up the spell; for example, if Eloise wanted to create from nothing a liter of water at average temperature would cost her 1 mana point, and this remains unchanged in most cases.
    For the specialized one, the calculation was incredibly complex. If Eloise wanted to transport a milliliter of her urine into another's bladder, only 10 meters away from her, she would not be able to do it with 100 units of mana.
     
    After the tests, she entered the tunnel holding the iron sword in her right hand and in her left the magic wand.
     
    - you feel the pressure building up
     
    "Are you telling me that I'm peeing myself from anxiety?" Eloise thought, smiling lightly.
     
    "The tutorial is easy as fuck" she said softly to comfort herself.
     
    At 10 meters from the entrance, the corridor began to shrink, and the torches along the wall to distance themselves. 
    Furthermore, it can be seen that it begins to descend as a spiral, preventing you from seeing behind the curvature further forward.
     
    "......mana...power.."
     
    "...incontinence.."
     
    Eloise heard two female voices arguing, so she slowed down, knowing they were the two marauders of the first fight.
     
    "Who is there!?" yelled a woman with olive skin wearing a white turban and beige with gold embroidery robes.
     
    "..." Eloise said nothing and wrapped herself in her cloak.
     
    "Israa, go check," ordered the earlier woman to a younger one, without a turban, with short dark hair and lighter skin, apparently wearing the same marauding clothes, but she also had a very nice shoulder strap that attracted the girl's attention.
     
    Eloise saw the young Israa walking in front of her without noticing anything.
     

     
    - the pressure is now unendurable
     
    "It feels bad without externalizing it," Eloise thought as she squirmed, being at the point of leaks, but she needed to wait to be 100% sure of not taking damage.
     
    "There is nobody!" The young woman said as she walked back.
     
    "Well, help me pull this stone out," she ordered back the older one. "It's our chance Israa: finally we can eradicate the curse from our tribe!
     
    Eloise was thinking about what the curse could be, even from her home, she had always read the dialogue, but in the game, she hadn't found such a tribe.
    Trying to not wet her pants, she took out her wand and channeling the mana created 1 frost spear and threw it straight into the back of the older woman.
     
    The impact and speed were insane, and the woman could barely turn around before she fell to the ground dead.
     
    [First Kill]
     
    + 0 experience points
    + 1000 coins
     
    [First wetting induced]
     
    - Title Earned: (wetting maker)
     
    + 1 skill rune (Omovision)
     
    "Laya...what...aiee!"
     
    -pssssssssst-
     
    "aieeee...don't hurt me! Stay away!"The young woman screamed as she peed at seeing her partner die instantly, jumping behind a wooden crate.
     
    "I don't fall for it," said Eloise and launched a second dart of ice which, however, shattered on the wood of the chest.
     
    "You leave me no choice!" Screamed the young Israa taking a snake's fang from her shoulder strap and running towards Eloise with the now semi-transparent white trousers from her crotch to her knees, showing her black panties. This distracts Eloise, who tries to throw another dart, but the marauder becomes too close. She didn't panic because she couldn't be poisoned by the snake fang during the tutorial.
     
    She told her: "That's a good last pee, my dear." and then thrust the sword into the young girl's chest.
    After another "psss" and a few droplets splashed on Eloise's shoes, the marauder fell to the ground.
     
    "I managed not to get hit," she said, satisfied, drawing her sword and wiping the blade on the robber's clothes.
     
    -your bladder is leaking
     
    -psssssst-
     
    A brief release of relief saturates the whitish barbaric knickers, her linen pants giving her a cool sensation while the panties that soaked up her loss nicely instilled warmth.
     
    "This feeling is the best!" Eloise said, starting to move towards the sphere to extract it and finish the tutorial, but as soon as she touched it, I felt her body weaken.
     
    "What's happening to me... huf... huff" She feels her muscles tire, and she falls to her knees, unable to hold her own weight.
     
    -pssssssssshh-
     
    "Ahhh, at least…it's relaxing," Eloise said before passing out.
     
    "Congratulations, you finished the tutorial!"
     
    "Hmhmm? Mom, is that you?
     
    Eloise spoke in a faint and dreamy voice, she thought of sleeping in her bed in peace, but as soon as she opened the slit of her eyes, she was overwhelmed by an incredible golden light.
     
    "Get up, little girl!"
     
    Eloise hopped up, thinking this robotic voice surely did not come from her mother. She looked down and saw that the floor was an endless mirror, immediately noticing being naked except for the rough knickers, which now seemed quite yellowed, which put her a little embarrassed, then she remembered entering the game and putting her hands on the opal stone.
     
    "Is this perhaps a dream?" She said, touching her own body, she looked down to see herself in the mirror, her hair was a bit tousled, and redness on her boobs which, combined with the yellowness of the knickers, made her think she was lying face down for a period.
     
    "Are you done?"
     
    Eloise turned to her voice, but she saw nothing noticing that she couldn't see the room's edges.
     
    "Who are you? Where are they?" She asked without showing hesitation.
     
    "Do you like N.O.Q.?
     
    "...Yes, that is. Why are you asking me?"
     
    "Glad to hear that, did you like the tutorial of the new full immersion release?"
     
    "So it wasn't a dream? Or am I still dreaming?" Eloise began to calm down a little more, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and turn towards her/her interlocutor also because she did not understand where her voice came from.
     
    "You're not dreaming, baby" The voice began to take on a feminine tone, and the light converged in one point, giving shape to a tall woman. 
    She was twice as tall as barefoot Eloise, perhaps over 3 meters.
     
    While the woman's body was taking shape, Eloise saw the huge breasts and thick ass, and then the abs, which made the girl feel a lot of jealousy but also a lot of excitement that reduced slightly when it began to form around the body being created the edges of a long white dress.
     
    "Enjoyed the show?" The emerald-eyed blonde woman asked the drooling girl.
     
    "...yeah...I mean...who are you? Are you real?
     
    "I'm obviously real, the goddess of this world, and *pauses* I'm also the one who brought you here. Thank me later."
     
    "You brought me in N.O.Q.? Why? Can I go back? What if I die?"
     
    "Hold on, baby, so many questions I'm hearing, and I want to explain only some things to you. You know the previous versions of the game, and you will have fun here, trust me, you can go back when you manage to get this title* a message appeared in Eloise's log* and if you may die, let's say that there will be consequences" the goddess seemed very amused by this last point.
     
    But Eloise didn't notice it because she was directed to the message.
     
    Final Mission: Make the Goddess of N.O.Q. soil her Panties."
     
    Reward - title (divine mess maker)
     
    "Ehmm, it seems a bit hard, but not that hard..." The girl tried to open the bag or the shop but couldn't do anything.
     
    "Did you want to do it now??" the goddess asked ironically, adding, "Do you think it's possible to succeed in such a feat? Let me give you a spoiler, you probably wouldn't succeed in a million years, it's just a way to tell you that you will stay in this world for always. 
    I don't care if you want to return to your boring life of sleeping, eating, fingering, pissing, shitting, etcetera...
     
    "Are you serious? The game isn't endless; couldn't I get bored after many years?
     
    "My little lassie, don't worry, I made this world at least as big and vast as yours. I also expanded the mechanics a lot, don't worry, ah, you cheated in the tutorial, you had no privilege to make that easy coins!"
     
    "Just call me Eloise. I'm not a child, I don't care if from your centuries of old age, you see me as a newborn, and then I don't like forced things, I really like the gam...this world, and thank you, but I would like the chance to go back, I've got a lot of gay content to watch yet, get those panties dirty and send me home!"
     
    It may have been the fact of being naked in an uncomfortable place, it may have been the fact that Eloise didn't like her impositions, but she yelled at the goddess. Obviously, she immediately regretted it, covering her insolence with both hands and thus leaving her breasts dangling.
     
    "HAHAHA, more than solely centuries, you can speak about thousands or millions, of course, you're just a fool hilarious silly, you said right, I see you as a baby, enough I really want to see you exploring MY world but don't believe that your unpunished attitude *snap of fingers* I'll remove the shop for a while and you'll have some surprises" the goddess giggled and started to pee herself saying: "You know, when I move human beings between different dimensional planes I lose bladder control, because of you it's the third time today, hahaha".

    With the hysterical laughing, Eloise felt herself being dragged away and then woke up lying on the ground in her cooled urine pool.
     
    - finished tutorial for level 1 player [Eloise Lyfart]
     
    - You now have a Mana Heart
     
    - your status is unlocked
     
    - scatological expressions have been forcibly activated
     
    - the use of diapers or incontinence items is limited
     
    [Status]
    Name: Eloise Lyfart
    Level: 1
    Race: Human
    Class: none
     
    [Stats]
    Strengths: 9
    Dexterity: 9
    Constitution: 9
    Intelligence: 15
    Charisma: 13
    Wisdom: 11
    Continence (Bladder):10 (3)
    Bladder Capacity: 100 (30)
    Continence (Bowel): 10 (3)
    Bowel Capacity: 100 (30)
     
    "She decreases my stats, son of a... *guts cramps*"
     
    -pprrrbbttt-
     
    - The pressure is making you explode.
     
    "Great," said ironically Eloise feeling a warm gas warming between her ass and knickers. 
    She didn't have time to take the parchment for the over-holding when ...
     
    -Your insides are poorly damaged
     
    [reckless holding]
     
    + 10 experience points
    + 10 coins
    + 1 corduroy pants
    + 1 cotton panties
     
    - Title earned: (Crazy holder)
     
    - fecal continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3)
     
    -bblblrrtt-
    -pbbrrt-
    -spllrck-
     
    A soggy mess much bigger than a melon smashed quickly against Eloise's white knickers, the rough underwear containing everything went to mash the mess, widening the back of her linen pants.
     
    "Yeah, I made an egg in my panties*she sees brown through white linen* an easter egg," she corrected herself.
     
    - the pressure is unendurable
     
    -psssshh-
     
    "You won!" Eloise said, resigned now, almost with tears in her eyes and her knickers now sagging and irreparably stained.
     
    [first calamity]
     
    [first complete accident]
     
    + 150 experience points
    + 150 coins
    + 2 medium flask (1000 ml)
    + 2 salted brioches (250 g)
     
    - Title earned (Novice incontinent)
    - urinary continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3)
    - fecal continence downgrade 9 to 8 (3)
    - bladder capacity downgrade 100 to 95 (30)
    - bowel capacity downgrade 100 to 90 (30)
     
    "Bitch..."
     
    Eloise, with extreme caution, took off her linen pants, trying not to squash the mess, she was in a terrible mood but the smell of urine made her horny as always, then she took off her barbaric knickers, being prudent to not get her legs dirty dropping the egg" on the floor with a wet *squish* and putting them in her clothes bag.
     
    -barbarian knickers (very soiled)
     
    "Cleaning will be a real feat, damned goddess," Eloise thought, unaware that a marauding girl in damp pants was watching the scene with a snake's fang in her hand, ready to launch her surprise attack.
     
     
    End of chapter 1
     
    Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed the writing, hoping I will at least be able to write a second chapter. 
    Unfortunately, I know there are some errors caused by google translate; I wish I had been born in an English-speaking country for these things.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Anonymus123 in Christmas Punishment   
    After Sabrina cleaned up the mess she left on the toilet and on the way to the bathroom, she went with Brittany, who was in the living room, watching a series. She sat next to her on the couch to watch the series they were showing.
    —Are you feeling better? —Brittany asked. 
    —I think  —she said, running a hand over her stomach—. It's rare for this to happen to me. 
    —Maybe you have diarrhea —Brittany said without much interest. 
    —Maybe... Urgh... 
    Sabrina raised her ass a little and let out a loud fart. Brittany covered her nose and gave her a bad look. 
    —Stop doing that. If you have diarrhea, you'll end up shitting yourself if one of those farts comes out with a surprise —she coughed, for the stench was so strong—. And I'm not going to clean your dirty panties. 
    —And who said you'd wash my panties?  —she forced another fart—. Urgh... My stomach feels very upset. 
    —For God's sake, stop doing that, especially when I'm around you. 
    —Then —she forced another fart—... go to... Urgh —she farted again—... Another place... Urgh. 
    Sabrina forced one last fart, but she had exerted so much force, something else came out of her anus. She put a hand to her butt and her cheeks flushed quickly, as she avoided turning to look at Brittany. 
    However, it didn't take long for Brittany to understand what was happening. 
    —I'll guess, you shit on yourself. 
    —No! I'm not... Urgh... Shit, shit! 
    Sabrina ran back to the bathroom while farting uncontrollably. Brittany rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the series.
    "Maybe I put too much laxative in her food" Brittany thought. 
    . . . 
    Night had fallen, and both girls were getting ready for the Christmas Eve dinner they were having. 
    Brittany was taking a shower, while Sabrina searched for the clothes she was going to wear, as she had just taken a shower.
    As she searched her closet, she felt her stomach gurgle and a faint urge to defecate. But she figured it wouldn't be that bad and that she could wait for Brittany to come out of the bathroom. 
    Sabrina continued to rummage through her clothes, but the weight in her intestines increased. Sabrina tried to ignore that feeling and kept going through her closet. But when she had finally found the clothes and was about to put on her panties, she felt like she couldn't take it anymore. 
    Naked, she ran to the bathroom and knocked desperately on the door. 
    —Brittany, open up please, I need to shit! 
    She heard the door open and without a second thought walked in and sat on the toilet just in time. Her anus gushed poop, while Sabrina moaned and gasped. Her anus burned with pain.
    —I told you you shouldn't eat that chocolate cake —Brittany said, closing the shower curtain. 
    —You know I love chocolate. 
    —I know, but you ate three slices of cake. Have some self-control. 
    Brittany tried to hold back the stench that came from just three feet away from her. She knew that, in this case, it hadn't been her fault, since Sabrina knew that she shouldn't eat three slices of cake in such a short time, and that was the reason. 
    After what was a torturous eternity for Brittany, Sabrina was done. She wiped her ass and flushed the toilet. 
    —Well, I'll go change my clothes —she said as if nothing had happened—. And I regret the stench. 
    —Go and leave the door open. 
    —Sure? 
    —Yes. If you close it, I'm going to get intoxicaste. 
    —Okay. 
    Sabrina came out of the bathroom and went to her room to put on her clothes, letting Brittany continue with her shower. 
    End of part 3.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Omo Alex in Omo Alex: Light Novel   
    Hi all, I’m starting to write a light novel based on my webcomic Omo Alex. I’m temporarily pausing the comic since I’ve had very little free time with college and my job. I’m going down the light novel route since I have a lot of stories I want to tell, and I still want to draw the fun omorashi scenes. The light novel format isn’t something I’ve seen a lot of on this site, so I hope that I can make it catch on 🙂 Feel free to add feedback to this thread, this is my first time writing long format. 
    Chapter 0: The Road To College
    I was never a fan of school; I was constantly made fun of for my incontinence. My bladder leakage wasn’t anything excessive, but it did often leave a visible wet patch on my groin. Most girls in my position would wear pads or incontinence underwear to absorb the urine, but I grew up in a family that was dirt poor. We didn’t have “that kind of money”; most people in my rural town didn’t have much. Everything that I had was either donated or a hand-me-down.

    My only solace growing up was running and biking. In retrospect, running was a form of escapism for me. However, in the moment, I simply saw it as survival. My family had no car, and our trailer was well off the main road. The only way to get places was to run or bike.
    After several failed attempts to get a job, I joined the cross-country team in high school to keep myself busy. At first, the bullying increased since my bladder leakage was the worst while I ran. However, after winning first place in several races, attitudes about me started to shift. I started making running friends, and a few classmates even consoled me about their own incontinence.

    I never considered attending college. My grades were average at best and atrocious at worst. Above all else, I didn’t have the money or the credit to get a student loan. I assumed I would graduate and work in the Cobalt mine just like my father. To my amazement, after placing well in a few national races, I received a full-ride scholarship to a college called “Omo Tech.” Other than having a Division II cross-country team, very little is publicly known about this small university.

    With only a bag of clothes and $23 in my wallet, I embarked on a journey to Omo Tech. My experiences at this eccentric school would forever change my life.
    ...

    Anxiety-riddled adrenaline got me through the first two days of classes. Classes were relatively easy, but the tight schedule and large campus made getting places on time challenging. To start, a five-mile forested trail separates the dorms from the academic side of campus. I enjoy running, so the morning commute never bothered me. The nail in the coffin was the five-minute break between classes. In just five minutes, you had to pack stuff and jet to another classroom which, was often in a different building.
    I learned very quickly that finding time to take a piss is practically impossible.

     
    On the first day of classes, I held my pee the entire eight-hour school day-- which was only possible since I forgot to pack a water bottle and was severely dehydrated. Although, I did really need to pee by the time I returned to my dorm.
    On the second day of classes, I desperately needed to pee by 6th period. I attempted to go to the bathroom between classes, but the line was out the door! OUT THE DOOR! There wasn’t a concert or anything inside the bathroom, lines for the restroom are apparently normal here. I turned around and went to my class immediately, but I was still late. I was swiftly slapped, spanked, and sternly told that I would need to attend weekend detention if I were late to another class.
    By the end of the 8th period, my panties were sopping wet, and my leggings had a noticeable stain. No no, this wasn’t just my normal incontinence “wet”, I accidentally squirted pee several times during class. In my defense, several classmates were also squirming in their chairs. Right after the class ended, I made a beeline for the bathroom and waited 20 minutes in line. I barely made it, but other’s in the line weren't so lucky.
     

    What happened on my third day of college I will never forget...
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Anonymus123 in Christmas Punishment   
    Shortly after lunch, Brittany was reading on the couch, when a foul odor entered her nostrils. She covered his nose and looked around in disgust. She wasn't surprised to see Sabrina with a cheeky smile. 
    —Why do you have to be so gross? Brittany complained. 
    —Farting makes me feel lighter —Sabrina replied, farting again. 
    —Could you go to the bathroom to do that? You're leaving the room stinking. 
    —What's your problem with me farting? —She asked, letting out a thunderous fart. 
    —That it's disgusting and you leave it all smelling. 
    —Well, if it bothers you so much, you're free to go live somewhere else. 
    They both knew that Brittany had no choice, at least for the time being. Even though she was working, Brittany didn't make much money to rent an apartment, and getting a room in the apartment where Sabrina lived had been a miracle, since the blonde rented that room at a low cost. But Brittany already understood why. No one would put up with a girl who was farting every five minutes. Unless that person also had a fart fetish. 
    —And what do you read? —Sabrina asked. 
    —It's just a recipe book. I'm trying to see if there's anything good I can make for dinner —she replied. 
    —Oh, if you want I can give you my grandmother's recipe —Sabrina suggested. 
    —And what does it consist of? 
    —It's a pork recipe you're going to love. And it's a good thing, since it's just the two of us. 
    —Speak Now. 
    —It is pork, bathed in a sauce of heavy cream, grated cheese and pieces of ham, also, to add flavor, onion and parsley are added. Spectacular. What do you think? 
    —Sounds good. And it's not a lot of ingredients. 
    —Yes, and you can also make a potato salad with onion, carrot, tomato and a little heavy cream.
    —Okay, and obviously the rice to top it off. 
    —Yes. 
    —Okay, can you make the list with the ingredients? 
    —Sure, and I plan to accompany you to do the shopping. 
    —Are you sure? 
    —Yes. 
    —Okay, but don't be disgusting because I'll force you back to the apartment. 
    —I don't promise anything. 
    . . . 
    Already at the supermarket, Sabrina was beginning to regret having accompanied Brittany. She could feel his stomach gurgling and not just from hunger. 
    —Brittany, are we going to delay? 
    —If you collaborate, we won't delay. Why?
    —It's just that I think I need to poop. 
    —Go to the bathroom. I don't want to be embarrassed because you had an accident. 
    —I'll be the one who'll be ashamed. 
    —Then hurry up and go to the bathroom. 
    —I can't, it's closed. 
    —Oh... Well, then look for the veggies and I'll get the rest, so we won't take so long. 
    —Okay... 
    Sabrina squeezed her buttocks and walked towards the vegetable area. Luckily for her, Brittany had given her a small piece of paper where she said how many vegetables she needed to look for. 
    First he took several potatoes and put them in the basket. She looked around before letting out a flurry of farts. Her stomach felt lighter, and she thought she would be after that. 
    She continued to search for the other ingredients, calmer knowing that the discomfort was due to the accumulated farts. 
    She took the tomatoes and onion, but still couldn't find the parsley. Sabrina walked all over the area, but when she finally found the part where the parsley was supposed to be, she saw that there was no longer any. 
    Sabrina felt another cramp and leaned over slightly, letting out more farts. She felt a little naughty, as Brittany had asked her not to do that, and it was just what she was doing. But it was something she couldn't help, she preferred to leave the place a little stinky, than to have a gut explode from holding on so much. 
    She went back to Brittany and informed her that there was no parsley, as well as told her not to worry about her, that her discomfort was due to the gas. 
    Brittany seemed disgusted when she heard that Sabrina's discomfort was from gas, which meant that she would hear and smell her farts until they returned to the apartment. 
    After a couple of almost an hour, Brittany got everything she needed for dinner that night and also for lunch for the rest of the week. 
    They both joined the line to pay and waited for it to move forward. Because they weren't the only ones buying groceries at the last minute. And they were lucky to find a slightly short line, as the lines were quite long with people who had made large purchases. 
    When there was still one person left before their turn, Sabrina felt sick to her stomach again. Since she felt no shame, she began to fart. Brittany was the one who turned red with embarrassment, as people knew Sabrina was going with her. 
    They heard complaints and insults from the people behind them, mostly complaining about the such disgusting and shameless attitude of Sabrina. However, the blonde didn't look affected, on the contrary, she looked proud. 
    As the cashier started running her things through the conveyor belt to pay, Sabrina let out a silent fart. However, she felt a small amount of hot porridge on her panties. His body tensed and he walked over to Brittany to speak softly. 
    —Britt, I know I told you there was no rush, but... 
    —But? 
    —I think now I do need to shit —a fart escaped from her anus—, and it's urgent. 
    —Okay, calm down, they're almost done packing our things. 
    Sabrina groaned in frustration, but tried to look calm. 
    Brittany paid and carried all the bags by herself. Since Sabrina seemed to have a huge problem on her and didn't need to aggravate it by asking her to carry some considerably heavy bag. 
    On the way back, Sabrina was farting uncontrollably, trying to go as fast as possible, while at the same time avoiding an accident. Brittany could see her friend sweating and felt her muscles tense, as she held her butt tightly. 
    When they arrived at the building, Sabrina ran upstairs, as they lived on the third floor of a building that lacked an elevator. Brittany was trying to hold back her laughter, as she listened to Sabrina's farts and moans as they walked up the stairs. 
    Brittany lost sight of Sabrina until she reached the apartment. Upon entering, Brittany saw a small trail of poop stains going all the way to the bathroom, and as she went along, she could see the stains getting a little bigger. 
    Peeking into the bathroom, he saw the door open and saw Sabrina hugging his stomach as she grunted. The stench of the bathroom was potente. 
    Upon closer inspection, Brittany noticed a huge stain of poop on Sabrina's panties. 
    —I'm going to close the door —Brittany said. 
    —Uh... Sure... Shit! —A thunderous avalanche of poop abruptly burst out of Sabrina's anus—... Uh... I promise I'll clean the toilet later. 
    —Okay. 
    Brittany closed the door and went to the kitchen, avoiding stepping on the small mounds of poop that were in the way. 
    As she put away what they had bought, she wondered if it would be a good idea to put laxative in Sabrina's dinner, since the blonde already seemed very distressed with the stomach problem she had. 
    Well, if Sabrina continued her bad habit of farting, she would definitely put laxatives on her food. 
     
    End of part 2.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to userabc124 in Hidden Beneath   
    Chapter 6 Revealed
    "The wetness was from me!" Jayne blurted.
    Aria's eyes widen in shock as Jayne admits to wetting herself on the bench they were both sharing. 
    She looks at Jayne, her surprise mixed with concern. "You wet yourself? Is everything okay?” Aria asks, her voice filled with concern.
    Jayne's cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson as she shifts uncomfortably. "I wet myself by choice”
    Aria seems taken aback but still holding a supportive composure.
    “Well I wasn’t expecting you to find out that I wet myself.” Jayne says.
    “That’s a pretty hard thing to hide if you ask me” Aria chuckled in effort to lighten the mood.
    “Well unless you are wearing a …”
    “Yes, I am wearing a diaper right now and it started leaking” Jayne confesses.

    “Well, these things happen so don’t feel bad, you chose to go out of urgency and we all have our own special needs”
    “Well this wasn’t really a need, what I meant to say when I say I chose to wet myself, it was out of curiousity.”
    There’s no turning back Jayne thinks to herself. I might as well go full force and not hold anything back.
    “I don’t wear diapers out of need, I was just recently curious to try them out”
    “And wearing them has been quite an thrilling sensation… I feel like I need to thank you”
    “Thank me for what?” Aria says with a playful puzzled look.
    “I need to thank you for getting me interested in wearing diapers” says Jayne.
    Jayne's face flushes a deeper shade of crimson as she prepares herself to explain to Aria.
    "One day, while I was at the pharmacy, I happened to catch a glimpse of you wearing a diaper. At first I wasn’t sure if it were true but then every detail connected. I could tell by the bulge… I could tell that you were peeing….it was completely unintentional, I promise. But witnessing you sigh with pleasure, and imagining how convenient it must have been for you in that moment, a toilet attached to your body..it ignited something within me."
    Aria's eyebrows raise in surprise, her eyes widening with curiosity. "You saw me wearing a diaper?" she asks, her voice laced with intrigue. "And you were interested?"
    Jayne nods, her voice almost a whisper. "Yes, Aria. Seeing how you seemed so at ease, imagining you enjoying the soft padding against your skin, and the freedom to release yourself when you needed to...it fascinated me. It was as if a secret world had been opened up to me, and I couldn't help but become enthralled by what if visited it."
    Aria looks at Jayne again with surprise "So, you were curious to experience it for yourself, and that's what led you to try wearing a diaper and wetting yourself here this bench?"
    Jayne nods again, her cheeks burning bright, but a spark of excitement dances in her eyes. "Yes, Aria. I wanted to know what it felt like, and I must admit, the sensations, the thrill of secretly doing it whenever..its even more enjoyable than I had imagined, also I’ve been enjoying our conversation so much about Katamari, I didn’t want to stop!” 
    Jayne's heart skips a beat as Aria's cheeks flush with embarrassment upon hearing her confession. She watches as Aria instinctively tugs her sweater down, attempting to conceal the bulge of her diaper beneath her pants. But, to Jayne's surprise, Aria suddenly bursts into laughter.
    Aria's laughter fills the air, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she tries to regain her composure. "Oh, Jayne! I can't believe you saw me in that moment," Aria chuckles, her voice lighthearted. "I never imagined someone would find it arousing. It's just something I do for my own comfort."
    Jayne's embarrassment slowly transforms into a smile as she realizes Aria's reaction. The tension dissipates, replaced by a shared sense of amusement. "I'm sorry if it came across as strange or invasive," Jayne says, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I never meant to invade your privacy. It was simply a moment that sparked my curiosity."
    Aria puts a hand on Jayne's shoulder, her laughter subsiding but still lingering in her eyes. "No need to apologize, Jayne. We all have our little secrets and desires. I can understand the allure, especially when it comes to exploring something like diapers" Aria reassures her, her voice warm and comforting.
    Jayne's smile broadens, grateful for Aria's understanding and acceptance. "Thank you, Aria. Your openness and laughter have put me at ease. It's liberating to share this part of myself with someone who can appreciate it without judgment," she admits, her voice filled with gratitude.
    Jayne's eyes widen in surprise as Aria suggests that they both go get changed. The combination of their laughter and the realization that Aria's diaper is about to leak creates a sense of urgency. Jayne quickly thinks about her spare diaper and the confirmation she just received about returning to her apartment after the fire. 
    "Oh yes, Aria! I actually have a spare diaper with me," Jayne says with a mix of excitement and relief. "We can head to my apartment and get changed there. I just received a message confirming that it's safe to go back."
    As Aria and Jayne make their way to the lobby, Aria shares how she initially got into diapers out of convenience for her job at the pharmacy. Her words paint a picture of dependence and pleasure intertwining, as she describes how the soft padding and snug fit make her bodily waste feel like a comforting embrace.
    "It started as just a practical solution, you know?" Aria explains, her voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Working at the pharmacy, I often found it difficult to find the time for bathroom breaks. So, wearing diapers became a way for me to continue my work without interruption. But over time, I discovered a surprising pleasure in it. The way it feels against my skin, the way it hugs my body... it's become a source of both comfort and heightened... ummmm.... more heightened comfort" stumbled Aria.
    As they pass the front desk, Jayne notices that Aria and the receptionist, Tanya, exchange a brief acknowledgment. This piques Jayne's curiosity, and she whispers to Aria, "How do you know Tanya?"
    Aria chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down Jayne's spine. "Oh, Tanya is actually a regular customer at the pharmacy," Aria explains, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let's just say we've gotten quite acquainted through some discreet conversations about, well, personal care products."
    Jayne's mind swirls with images and possibilities, her arousal heightening with every passing moment. As they step into the elevator and ride it up to Jayne's apartment, she finds herself focused on the subtle squelching crinkles of their diapers as they walk down the quiet hallway.
    The sound, combined with her own secret desires, sends a thrill through Jayne's body. She bites her lip, keeping her arousal to herself, not wanting to disrupt the delicate balance they've found. As they step into the elevator, Jayne feels a familiar sensation building in her bladder. The urgency to pee starts to grow, making her shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. The gentle pressure against her already damp diaper sends a thrilling shiver through her body. She can't help but feel a surge of arousal as they make their way to her apartment.
    Once inside, Jayne quickly reminds Aria that her apartment is a shoes-off zone. As Aria bends over to take off her shoes, Jayne's attention is drawn to the enticing peak of Aria's diaper waistband. The sight makes Jayne's pulse quicken, her body responding with a rush of wetness between her legs. Heat rises to her cheeks as she tries to steady herself, fighting back the desperate need to touch herself and revel in the growing desire.
    Sensing Aria's urgency, Jayne hands her the spare diaper and directs her towards the bathroom accessible from her bedroom. As Aria disappears into the room, Jayne feels a mix of anticipation and frustration. The absence of a fresh diaper to change into becomes too much to bear, and with a surrendering sigh, Jayne loses control, her bladder releases, causing a rush of warm urine to flood her already soaked diaper. The sensation is both relieving and intoxicating, the wetness spreading against her skin. Her body spasms with pleasure, her mind consumed by fantasies of her wet diaper grinding against Aria's, imagining the delicious friction and sensual connection.
    With each movement, her arousal intensifies, building towards an inevitable climax. Her breath becomes ragged, her moans filling the kitchen as she grinds her diaper into the puddle beneath her. The sensation of the damp, squishy padding rubbing against her sensitive skin fuels the fire of her desire. And then, with a final, explosive release, Jayne tips over the edge.
    Her body spasms in ecstasy, pleasure coursing through her as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. The world around her blurs as she loses herself in the intensity of her climax. As she gradually comes down from the heights of pleasure, a blissful relaxation settles over her, her mind and body feeling utterly satisfied.
    Feeling a mixture of relief and contentment, Jayne fully plops down onto the puddle, her yoga pants absorbing some of the wetness. She lets out a long, contented sigh, reveling in the soothing warmth beneath her. The weight of her secret desire, brought to life in this intimate moment, lifts from her shoulders, replaced by a comforting sense of fulfillment.
    As her senses return to her, Jayne stands up, her gratitude for the dark color of her pants lessening the apparentness of her leak. She takes a moment to appreciate the robotic cleaner as it promptly notices the puddle and goes to work, efficiently cleaning up the mess. The mechanical whirrs and beeps serve as a reminder that their intimate play remains their shared secret.
    As Jayne starts to waddle towards her bedroom, she feels a sudden chill against her legs, causing her to glance downward. To her surprise, she notices a small trail of pee dripping from the soaked fabric of her yoga pants, leaving a telltale sign of her recent release. A mix of embarrassment and arousal floods through her as she realizes the evidence of her indulgent moment is on display.
    Quickly realizing the potential implications of leaving a wet trail through her apartment, Jayne hurriedly makes her way to the hallway laundry closet. With a sense of urgency, she grabs an old pair of socks and begins to methodically slide them over her feet, using them as makeshift guards against any further leakage. The sensation of the damp fabric against her skin sends a shiver of pleasure through her body, further heightening the erotic thrill of her secret indulgence.
    As Jayne resumes her waddling walk, now masked by the socks, she can't help but feel a sense of relief that she won't inadvertently create a path of evidence for anyone else to stumble upon. The rhythmic sound of the robot vacuum trailing behind her brings a spark of amusement to the situation, as if the machine is dutifully erasing the remnants of her sensuous journey.
    Jayne's heart skips a beat as the door opens, revealing Aria standing there. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, aware of how soaked and messy her diaper is with both urine and the evidence of her climax. Trying to regain her composure, she smiles nervously and invites Aria to the rest of the apartment, gesturing towards the fridge for drinks. She hopes that Aria doesn't notice the state of her diaper, but deep down, a part of her secretly wants her to know, to witness her kinky indulgence.
    As soon as Aria makes herself comfortable, Jayne hastily retreats to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. In the privacy of her sanctuary, she takes a moment to collect herself. She can feel the squishy bulk of her diaper against her sensitive skin, a reminder of her intimate release. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air, fueling her excitement and making her even more eager to address the aftermath.
    Jayne is filled with a strange mix of awe and excitement as she gazes down at her drenched and yellowed diaper, both amazed and aroused by the evidence of her indulgence. Jayne unfastens the diaper, causing it to fall heavily to the ground with a thud. As she steps closer to the bathroom counter, her eyes widen at the sight of a pack of baby wipes that she knows is not hers. The packaging is familiar, matching the brand of her diaper, Lifestyles, and scented with bergamot and calming CBD oil. 
    Taking one of the scented wipes, Jayne carefully brings it to her skin, reveling in the soothing coolness and the refreshing aroma that now fills the air. As she gently cleans herself, she can't help but notice how good she smells, a mixture of her own arousal and the gentle scent of the wipe. 
    With the diaper change complete, Jayne tapes on a fresh diaper, feeling an instant sense of renewal and refreshment. The snug embrace of the clean padding against her sensitive skin brings her a certain comfort and excitement, knowing that she is once again ready to indulge in her secret desires.
    As she begins to discard her wet yoga pants into the bathroom hamper, Jayne's attention is unexpectedly drawn to a large puddle in the shower. It's odd, she thinks, as there doesn't seem to be any other wetness around it. A sudden realization strikes her, filling her with a surge of excitement. Could it be that Aria, like Jayne, had also overflowed her own diaper? 
    The thought of Aria also grinding her diaper against the floor, just like Jayne had done, sends a jolt of arousal surging through her. Images of Aria indulging in the same secret pleasure, her soaked diaper pressed against the bath tub surface as she writhes in delight, flood Jayne's imagination, intensifying her own desires.
    A shiver of excitement courses through Jayne's body as her mind conjures up vivid scenes of Aria embracing her own kinky side. The idea that Aria may have also experienced the thrill of her diaper being soaked, the wetness seeping through the fabric as she pleasured herself, ignites a passionate fire within Jayne. Her thoughts become consumed by the tantalizing notion that they might share a hidden desire, opening up a world of sensual possibilities between them.
    As Jayne exits her bedroom she sees Aria there with a sense of an urgency on her face. 
    "Today was really real! I'm sorry for the sudden notice but I forgot I have plans now and I have to wake up for an early orthodontist appointment!"
    Jayne gets the door and gives Aria a hug goodbye. 
    "I put number down, let's hang out soon! We'll fire up the old playstation and go roll up some stuff!"
    ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.  Perspective change ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.
    Aria can't believe she indulged herself at her new friend's place and forgot to clean up! Well this is too much for one day, she thinks to herself. And besides, she actually does have to get her braces tuned up by Miss Mia tomorrow before her work day starts. 
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to userabc124 in Hidden Beneath   
    Chapter 5 - Wasn't ready for this
    Jayne wakes up to a foul smell.
    Followed by the smell her senses are jolted awake by the sound of her own coughing that cuts through the air. Her eyes flutter open, only to be greeted by a haze of smoke engulfing the room. In a whirlwind of adrenaline, she springs into action, her instincts driving her to escape the imminent danger.
    Without a second thought, Jayne bolts out of her apartment, clutching her phone tightly in her hand. The urgency propels her forward, her heart pounding in her chest as she races through the hallway.
    As Jayne speeds toward the fire alarm by the stairs, the realization dawns upon her: she is still wearing the diaper! The bulky presence sways beneath her sweatpants with each hurried step. The rustling of the material—a bouncing bulge, a dance of sound and texture.



    She pulls the fire alarm. The alarm's shrill cry echoes in her ears, a constant reminder of the peril that looms around her. 
    She rushes down the stairs. As she races down the steps she soon hears other people joining her from higher floors.
    Jayne emerges from the building, catching her breath after the frantic evacuation. Across the street, she finds a momentary respite, allowing the cool air to fill her lungs and calm her racing heart.  
    As Jayne finishes catching her breath, a sudden urge to pee surges through her body. The urgency takes her by surprise, adding another layer of tension to an already intense situation. She hesitates, uncertain if she's comfortable using her diaper in the presence of everyone who evacuated the building. The pressure intensifies, teasing her senses and even amongst a serious situation, arousing her in a way she didn't expect.
    Jayne finds herself between the need to relieve herself and the embarrassment of wetting her diaper in public. The battle between practicality and shame wages within her, heightening her arousal more. The sensation of holding her bladder, the urgency, and lack of options is leaving her nipples hard. As her body tenses with the increasing pressure, she can't help but feel a surge of desire mingling with her need for release.
    Jayne starts to get light headed from being exposed to the smoke inside. She finds a bench to sit down which also helps her better cross her legs to hold in her pee.
    Just as Jayne's internal struggle reaches its peak, a hand gently touches her back, causing her to startle in surprise. In that moment of shock, a small spurt of urine escapes into her diaper and she instinctually grabs her padded crotch.
    It's the woman from the front desk, Tanya. 
    Tanya introduces herself and expresses concern for Jayne's well-being. 
    “Are you okay? That was quite a scare in there. I'm glad you made it out safely." Her genuine concern reflects in her eyes, offering a comforting presence amidst the chaos. 
    A blush creeps onto Jayne's cheeks as she wonders if Tanya noticed her reaching for her crotch. 
    Jayne nods, her voice shaking slightly as she responds, "Yeah, I'm okay. It was just... overwhelming. Thank you for checking on me." She tries her best to maintain composure, as her diapered state lingers in the back of her mind, making her feel exposed.
    Tanya, seeming perceptive to Jayne's unease, offers a reassuring smile. "Yeah… accidents happen. You must be pretty stressed.  When what’s done has been done sometimes you just gotta….let go and let nature take its course." 
    Jayne's blush deepens at Tanya's words.
    Tanya, still hunched over from the smoke, takes a moment to catch her breath and sighs. She lifts her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she bursts into laughter. 
    “I mean I guess you could call it accident… the guy who forgot to put out his candles in apartment 2374”
    Jayne can't help but join in and laugh, the tension momentarily forgotten in the shared moment of levity.
     “Ahh what a day” says Tanya as she lets out a deep sigh, her eyes scanning the scene of the fiery apartment building. 



    Jayne, momentarily distracted by Tanya's stunning appearance in her denimoveralls. She really likes the way the outfit hugs Tanya’s body all except for how much it emphasizes her butt. Jayne musters up the courage to compliment her. "Hey, cute outfit! Where did you get it?" she asks.
    But Tanya seems lost in her own thoughts, audibly sighing, her attention still focused on the chaos around them. 
    Jayne is about to repeat herself when a sudden blaring siren startles her, causing her to gasp in surprise. The unexpected jolt triggers an involuntary response in her body, and she feels a warm rush spreading between her legs. She feels it safely puddle all around her intimate areas.
    As Tanya straightens up from her hunched position, equally startled by the blaring siren, her facial expression changes. It's as if she's just tasted something sour, a hint of discomfort flickering across her features. 
    Jayne, pleased with the warm spa in her diaper is now aware of an unpleasant smell in the air. 
    She can't help but wonder if she has soiled herself in the chaos. She thinks to herself  "I know I just flooded this diaper but… did I just... poop myself too?" 
    The weight of her diaper is more pronounced, causing her to adjust her stance. The soggy fabric clings to her skin, making her feel a subtle heaviness between her legs.
    The scent lingers, a pungent indicator of bodily functions mixing with the smoke-filled air.
    “I must have pooped my diaper, I need to get out of here and change ASAP” she frantically thought to her self.
    Tanya seems preoccupied and questionably flabbergasted—she reaches for her phone and looks up at Jayne "Well this is quite a way to meet you Jayne, best wishes for you in this circumstance, I gotta run! Smell you later!" chuckles Tanya as she rushes away. Jayne, focused on her situation, gives a small wave goodbye, as Tanya quickly fades away from view.
    In a flurry of urgency, Jayne rushes towards the subway station entrance at the end of the block. She glimpses at her apartment in passing, which seems to be close to having the fire put out by the fire department. 
    As Jayne descends the subway steps,  with each step, she can feel the squishy swing of her diaper, widening her stance as she walks. The sensation is both strange and oddly arousing, is a constant reminder of the secret she carries beneath her yoga pants. The weight of the wetness adds a certain sway to her hips, making her movements more deliberate. The dampness seeps into every crevice, creating a tantalizing friction against her sensitive skin. 
    In the family restroom, Jayne finally has a moment of privacy to examine the aftermath of her little accident. She gingerly peels back the waistband of her diaper, revealing the bulging, yellowed diaper underneath.  Carefully, Jayne reaches inside the diaper, her fingers grazing against the damp material. To her surprise, she discovers that she hadn't actually messed herself as she had initially suspected. If it wasn't her, then who could it be?
    Her thoughts immediately turn to Tanya, who had seemed equally startled by the blaring siren earlier. Could it be that Tanya was the one who had experienced a messy accident? That would explain her odd composure after the sirens.
    Jayne has a sudden fit of coughing that interrupts her train of thought. The smoke from the earlier incident has taken its toll on her throat, leaving it sore and irritated. Jayne's covers her mouth coughing loudly as her eyes water from the discomfort. She needs to address her throat pains.
    Realizing that there's no harm in keeping her diaper on for longer, Jayne hastily exits the subway bathroom and heads back up to street level. Determined to soothe her sore throat, she makes a beeline for a nearby 7-11, craving the refreshing fizz of a soda.
    Entering the convenience store, Jayne heads straight for the refrigerated section, her eyes scanning the array of colorful bottles and cans. She instead opts for the soda fountain, generously filling up a Big Gulp cup of Mountain Dew. The crackling fizz tickles above her lip and soothes her throat immediately. As she pays for her drink, she can't help but feel relaxed amongst a day that shouldn’t be 
    With nothing else to do but wait for that much-awaited message that she can enter her apartment, Jayne decides to take a leisurely walk to the park, the same park where she purposely wet her dress last night.
    As Jayne finds a cozy bench and sits down, she can't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over her as her diaper squishes beneath her. Taking a big swig from her soda, Jayne lets out a contented sigh. The cool liquid refreshes her parched throat, and as she swallows, she feels a sense of calm settling over her. It's as if the combination of the fizzy drink and the comforting squish of her diaper against her body is helping her collect herself mentally, finding solace in the midst of uncertainty.
    In this moment of respite, Jayne takes the opportunity to gather her thoughts, allowing herself to find a sense of peace amidst the chaos. She reflects on the journey she's embarked upon, the twists and turns that have led her to this point. And as she sits there, feeling the weight of her wetness and the comforting embrace of her diaper, she starting to learn that maybe she's in control of her own pleasure.
    As time passes at the park, Jayne finds herself engrossed in her Google search, trying to figure out what to do in her apartment after the fire incident. 
    Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly notices someone walking down the path towards her bench. To her surprise, it's Aria, the person who works at the pharmacy and who has unknowingly influenced Jayne to explore diapers.
    "Hey, I remember you," Aria says, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. "How are you?"
    Jayne blinks, momentarily taken aback by Aria's unexpected presence. "Oh, hi," she stammers, a hint of shyness coloring her voice. Jayne, feeling a mix of emotions after the fire, responds honestly, "I could be better, considering what happened with my apartment."
    Aria takes a seat next to Jayne on the bench, their bodies close but not touching.  Aria, seemingly oblivious to Jayne's internal struggle, continues the conversation. 
    Aria's expression softens, and she nods sympathetically. "Ah, you were part of the fire too. I can understand that. It must be tough. This is pretty bad, and I feel bad for saying this, but I’m actually relieved. This fire has given me a break from the chaos at the pharmacy. It's been non-stop lately."
    As Jayne looks over at Aria sitting on the bench, she can't help but notice the noticeable padding near Aria's  crotch. Instinctively, Jayne glances down at her own crotch and realizes that she hasn't been discreet either, noting a similar diaper bulge from her pants. Blushing, Jayne can't help but wonder if Aria has noticed.

    To her fears, Jayne looks up and see Aria is also looking near Jayne’s crotch. Jayne’s face flushes red.
    "Do you play video games?" Aria asks curiously.
    “Yes?” Jayne confused by the randomness.
    “I was just looking at the Minecraft ad on your Big Gulp and had video games in mind, and just now I saw these two dogs in the distance over there wrestle in a rolling ball and it reminded me of my favorite 
    video game Katamari Damacy.”
    “Sorry Jayne, disregard my spaciness, I can be so socially awkward sometimes” Aria nervously laughes
    Jayne's heart skips a beat as Aria mentions her favorite video game, Katamari Damacy. It's as if a door has opened into a realm of shared interests. Jayne's mind races, replaying the fond memories of those late-night gaming sessions where she was rolling up objects with the Prince.
    With a jolt of excitement, Jayne says, "Oh my gosh, that game is amazing! That is also my favorite game of all time. The concept of rolling up everything in sight and making your katamari bigger and bigger…it's so satisfying!"
    Aria's eyes light up, a spark dancing within them, her braces are shimmering within her smile. "Yes!! It's one of a kind," she replies, her voice filled interest . "Rolling up objects and watching your katamari grow…it's strangely addictive. I just love how bizarre and whimsical the game is!" Jayne can’t get past how beautiful Aria’s smile is with her braces.
    Jayne continues to nod enthusiastically in conversation, her adrenaline pumping with interest and attract for Aria. The conversation about the game acts as a veil, shielding hidden desires from prying eyes. With each word exchanged, Jayne's arousal heightens, the warmth of her wet diaper pressing against her sensitive skin.
    As the conversation delves deeper into the intricacies of the game, Jayne's inner monologue becomes a whirlwind of naughty thoughts. She imagines herself and Aria rolling up not just objects, but their inhibitions, both swaddled in a crinkling mass, embracing diapers together.
    They continue to excitedly talk about the unique gameplay mechanics, the quirky characters, and the surreal and colorful world of the game.
    Aria nods, her eyes shining. "Absolutely! And the sense of progression is amazing. Starting with a small katamari and gradually growing it to immense proportions feels like a true accomplishment. It's like you become this unstoppable force of nature, gathering everything in your path."
    Jayne giggles, her mind buzzing with excitement. "And the music! The soundtrack is so catchy and fun. It really adds to the overall experience and just gets you in the zone. I find myself humming the tunes even when I'm not playing the game. Low la low la la la LA la la la Katamari Damacy!"
    Aria giggles, nodding in agreement. "I know, right? The range of genres and styles is incredible.”
    As the conversation continues, Jayne's bladder made its presence known, letting her know that she will need to relieve herself. Fearful of cutting their conversation short, she hesitates, contemplating whether her diaper could handle another flooding. The comforting sound of Aria's laughter puts her at ease. With a mix of trepidation and arousal, Jayne makes the impulsive decision to give in to her desires.
    “Yeah so I think I still really like the original Katamari but have played all of the later ones” says Aria.
    “Yeah, let’s see I’ve played the original, the sequel for PS2 and the…” Jayne pauses in pseudo-contemplation.
    Jayne felt a rush of warmth spreading through her diaper, the familiar sensation of releasing herself taking hold.
    Jayne continues “and I think I…..I played the one version that was exclusive for Xbo…”
    Jayne’s cheeks flushed pink with excitement and a hint of embarrassment until she realized her wetness was seeping through, forming a telltale puddle beneath her yoga pants. 
    Before Jayne could react, Aria slightly sprung up from the bench, her own pants notably dampened from the leak.
    Aria casually took off her sweater, tying it around her waist and then looked at her phone with surprise.
    “Yeah I love that game—I actually uh need to take care of something. Nice meeting you Jayne! See you another time!”
    Unable to contain herself, Jayne's words spilled out, her face reddening further. 
    "The wetness was from me!" Jayne blurted.
    She watched as Aria's eyes widened in surprise.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to omofan5 in Three Halloween Tales   
    I know it's been a while since Halloween, but I wanted to share these stories I wrote for the holiday! I posted this on my Patreon, and if you like it you can find even more stories just like this there! 
    Heather and the Haunted House
    Heather loved scary things. Which meant the Halloween season was her favorite time of year. She and her friends would always binge watch movies, pick out scary outfits, and generally get in the spirit of the season. But her favorite tradition of all was their annual trip to the haunted house. This year, the theme was Victorian Victims. The haunted house would be decorated to look like an abandoned Victorian Mansion, and all the actors would be its ghostly inhabitants. Heather loved this aesthetic, so she and her friends decided to dress up to match the occasion. Heather already had pitch black hair, and a few tattoos of spiders and skulls and things of that nature, as well as being pale. She grabbed her outfit out of her closet, black fishnet stockings with holes in them, along with a lacy black pair of panties. Above this, she wore a poofy, frilly black and white skirt that was layered with the black on top and white on the bottom. And for her top, she wore a black top with frilly sleeves that hugged her midsection, pushing up her breasts in a way that she loved.
    She first felt the need to pee after getting dressed. But she had to do her makeup still, and her friends told her they’d be arriving soon. So she decided to just finish applying her black lipstick and eyeliner and hope she could get done before her friends pulled up. Just as she was putting on the finishing touches, her phone began to ring. Cursing her luck, she decided she could just wait until she arrived.
    Once they did arrive though, Heather wondered if the place even had a bathroom? She never needed one before, and she couldn’t remember if her friends did either. Upon entering, they were immediately greeted by their tour guide, a man dressed as a Victorian style butler. He theatrically greeted them, and invited them all to follow him into the dining hall.
    The entire place was freezing cold, and Heather bounced and shivered wishing she wore something warmer. The cold was making the pressure in her bladder only worse. She figured she had gone hours without peeing now and wondered how much longer she would have to wait. The dining hall was filled with all sorts of oddities. Cobwebs and tattered curtains hung from the walls. On the table there were all sorts of bones, severed limbs, organs, all soaked in fake blood. Usually Heather would appreciate the work put into it all, but right now she was only concerned with keeping her bladder screwed shut.
    Suddenly, the dim lights shut off completely, and a voice beckoned them to step through the next door. Heather braced herself as much as she could, she knew what was going to happen next, but she was still afraid of what might happen. Not afraid of what might pop out at her, but of what might leak out of her.
    She walked timidly behind her friends as they made their way down the creaky, cold, dark hallway. She had a hand firmly between her legs as a precaution. She knew that this was a dangerous game she was playing but she couldn’t back out at this point. As they neared the end of the hallway, nothing happened. The anticipation was making all her other friends giggle in excitement, but Heather could only grimace with trepidation. Finally they opened the next door, and a loud FOOSH greeted them, as a fake fireplace suddenly turned on and the room filled with heat.
    “Is that it?” One of her friends asked. Heather let her guard down. The heat felt great on her freezing body. She took her hand out of her crotch.
    “GET OUT OF HERE!!!” Heather turned around and saw a woman in a nightgown, with black eyes and a red gash over her throat and waving a knife running right at her. As her friends turned and fled, laughing to the next room, Heather could only crumple.
    It took her a second to realize the warmth on her legs wasn’t just the fake fireplace, it was the piss soaking into her stockings. It exploded out of her, drenching her panties almost immediately as it poured through the lace on the ground below. Heather lost all strength in her legs. Falling to the ground slowly, she sat in her puddle, knees buckled inwards as piss kept flooding out of her.
    She shuddered in her warm puddle on the ground, the feeling of relief being replaced by the feeling of shame as her face began to burn red. She heard the actress standing above her sigh.
    “Ugh, another one? Exit is to your left sweetie.”
    Molly at the Movies
    Molly shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth as she watched the trailers flicker on the screen before her. She and her boyfriend came to the movies to see whatever horror film was out every year on Halloween. This time it was an adaptation to a popular horror novel that Molly had been excited to see ever since it was announced. She sucked down a big gulp of soda, when she felt a pang in her bladder. She wondered if she should get up to use the bathroom now before the movie started? But just as she thought that, the lights began to dim.
    “I’ll just hold it, no biggie it’s not that long.” She thought to herself.
    As she kept eating more and more popcorn, the salt made her drink even more soda. She figured she should slow down, before she really has to go. But before she knows it, there’s only ice remaining, and she realizes she had just drank an entire large soda.
    “It’s fine… I’ll be fine…”  Molly thought. But would she really? She was only twenty minutes into the movie at this point and the soda had gone right through her. Nothing scary had happened yet. She wondered if she could run to the bathroom now and be back before anything big happened.
    Just as she thought that, the first jump scare appeared on screen. Everyone in the audience gasped, and Molly was caught so off guard, just barely paying attention, that she leaked a little in her panties. She was wearing black leggings, so she was sure nothing was visible yet, but it was a wake up call.
    “I can still wait… I mean I just let some pressure off right? Besides, the movies finally getting good.”
    She didn’t know what she was thinking. She knew she should get up and go ASAP. But she stayed in her seat. She kept squirming instead of getting up to go pee. And when the next jumpscare came around she was able to get through it without any more leaks in her panties.
    “See? I can do it. I can make it!”
    She was confident now, cocky. She let her guard down again. But she paid the price for it, another jump scare came sooner than she was expecting. This time a loud hiss escaped out of her as the piss began to run through her leggings and puddle into the leather theater seat. Nobody else heard it, as they were all screaming and then laughing at their reactions. But Molly just burned red. She had both her hands shoved between her legs at this point. With some napkins as well, trying to soak up whatever leaked out with minimal success. She couldn’t tell if her boyfriend knew what was happening as she was too ashamed to look over. She wasn’t even sure if she could get up to go pee at this point without it all leaking out.
    Molly was beet red at this point. Hands still between her legs she looked back up at the screen. The protagonist was walking down a dark hallway.
    “No no no, please not another jumpscare!” She thought. Her bladder couldn’t take another one at this point. Molly screwed her eyes shut, and focused everything she could on holding back the flood from drenching her already wet panties even more. But even though she couldn’t see the screen, the surround sound still roared in her ears as the monster made its entrance. She was able to hang on through this, with only a few trickles escaping, when suddenly she got an even bigger shock?
    “Molly, are you okay?” Her boyfriend tapped her shoulder.
    This caused Molly to open her eyes and yelp, hands flying from her crotch. She shot them back down as quickly as possible but it was already too late. The piss burst out of her rapidly. Molly moaned in relief before stifling it embarrassingly. She grabbed more napkins, trying to stuff them between her legs to soak up the flood, but it was useless. The warm wet puddle spread across her ass, soaking into her leggings and pooling on the leather seat beneath her. It was too much to bear, she was burning red as the piss kept flowing and flowing until the stream died down to a trickle. When she was done, she looked over to boyfriend.
    “I think we should leave…” She whispered.
    Carolyn the Cupid
    Carolyn thought it was a funny costume, if not a bit silly. But isn’t that what Halloween is about? Silly funny costumes? It certainly got a few laughs, and a lot of questions.
    “What are you dressed as?”
    Cupid, that’s why she had the bow and arrow and the sash on.
    “Is that a real diaper?”
    Yes. It was a real adult diaper she was wearing. She got it from a drug store.
    “Are you going to use it?”
    Earlier in the night, the answer was no. But after a few too many drinks and no sign of the bathroom line getting shorter, she was rethinking her options.
    Of course she didn’t want to use it. That would be gross. Not to mention probably noticeable and uncomfortable for the rest of the night. But the way she saw it she was running out of options. Her friends didn't seem like they were down to leave the party any time soon. And as said before, the bathroom line was so long it stretched almost out of the hallway into the living room.
    She had another beer in her hand. She wasn’t sure which number this was, but she was going to finish it before she stood in the line. She looked over at her friend, dressed as a fairy, who was chatting with some guy dressed as a pirate. Carolyn was flirting with some guy earlier that night as well, who was dressed as a Wizard or something. Of course she made jokes about her arrow and he made jokes about being magic or something, but ever since she started to need to pee she’s kept to herself. She wondered where that guy went when suddenly she saw him walk back through the back door. In fact she’s seen a lot of people walking in and out that way.
    “Where were you at?” She asked him.
    “Oh uh, the backyard.” He answered, blushing under the big fake beard he had on.
    “In the backyard doing what?” She needled.
    “Well… since there’s only one bathroom and the line’s so long… the guy hosting said we could…”
    “Really?” She was intrigued. She wished she had known sooner. Both so she didn’t have to hold in all this piss, and because she might have liked to see the wizard take care of his business. But knowing this was a godsend for her.
    She kept talking about random topics with the wizard as she sipped the rest of her beer. Her bladder was bulging, crying out to her for relief, but she knew she would empty it soon enough. As soon as she was done with her drink she threw the fan away and walked over to her fairy friend.
    “Hey, do you need to take a piss?” She asked.
    “Yeah, but the line’s so long!” Her friend whined. Carolyn noticed that this reaction got the attention of the pirate, but continued.
    “Apparently we can just go outside. I need to go too. Wanna come with?”
    “Sure! But can’t you just use your diaper?” Her fairy friend teased.
    “Oh haha, c'mon you guys let’s go.” She said, clearly inviting the wizard and the pirate as well.
    Once outside, she could see that the back of the house, hidden from any of the neighbors yards, was where everyone was going. It was marked with a few noticeable piss stains, and Carolyn was happy she didn’t live here.
    Her fairy friend rushed forward. She was able to hike up her green short dress fast, revealing her matching green panties. Before squatting facing the wall, with her fake wings facing the rest of the group. With a sigh, a loud heavy stream rushed forth. Her friend was tiny, but Carolyn was always surprised by how loudly and violently the girl could piss. The sight and the sound only increased Carolyn’s desperation.
    But there was one small problem. The diaper. It was a real diaper, that means it was taped up like one. She remembers laying down to put it on and taping the sides, and now she regretted being so realistic about it as she pondered how to get it off and back on again without revealing herself too much, or losing the only thing she had on her lower body.
    Soon the pirate stepped up to the wall. Standing next to the fairy, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The fairy looked up and giggled at the sight.
    “No way dude! Let’s go!” She laughed. And he released his own loud hissing stream against the wall of the house.
    This was too much for Carolyn, her knees began to buckle at the relief those two were getting while she stood there, unable to escape the white fluffy prison wrapped around her crotch. Soon she felt a hand on the small of her back.
    “It’s okay… I won’t… judge you or anything.”
    She turned around, the wizard had pulled his beard down beneath his chin and she could see that she had guessed correctly that he was super cute. This encouragement was all that she needed.
    It felt strange at first. Her body couldn’t easily accept that it was okay to just pee herself this way. But it was a real diaper after all. And after the first few trickles, a loud hissy stream began to flow into the padding. The piss tickled her as it ran against her skin for a few seconds before being absorbed easily into the soft material. It wasn’t as wet as she imagined it would be, most of it was actually soaked up by the expanding diaper.
    “Carolyn aren’t you going to-“ her fairy friend asked, pulling her panties up and turning around before seeing what was up. “Ohhh, I see!”
    Her and the pirate both giggled. But the wizard was silent. Eyes fixated on the growing diaper, that was becoming a bit less white and a bit more yellow. Until finally, she was done. She felt the front, pushing it up, it was heavier than it had once been but it had done its job well. She looked back at the wizard, who averted his eyes but Carolyn could clearly tell he enjoyed what had just taken place.
    “So is that a wand in your robes or do you just like what you see?” She asked.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Ranpalan in Memento Mingentem   
    Your thoughts on what to do are interrupted by a tug on your arm.  The Memento has found something in this memory that you might want to take a look at.  It's down the alley you'd just been looking around in, out the other side, by the canal...
    You wouldn't have spotted it if not for the hint, but when you know whom to look at, it's not hard to find.  A girl in a tank top and miniskirt is mounting her bike, her face a little red with embarrassment and, judging by the runny make-up, hastily wiped away tears.  She has her leg raised and when you squat down you can see that her pink panties are drenched front to back.  You can't see any liquid clinging to her thighs so she must have cleaned herself up a little, but she's clearly declared this night to be over.
    You press the button, of course.
    The music washes over you gently, as if it is coming from the bar she's standing in front of, though from the Latin chanting you can make out you know it is nothing so simple.  The hands turn to 1:23.
    There's streams hitting porcelain here, a sound you're all too familiar with.  A tap running, toilet paper being pulled from the roll.
    "Please, I can't wait," you hear a woman's voice say.
    "We've all had to wait," another replies, a twinge of dominance to it, "Get in line."
    "No, no!"
    Light, far more of it than you'd seen since you dove into a memory, though still dim.
    You're in a public bathroom, of course.  Two stalls, a large sink to one side.  One of the stall doors is open, a tall woman in a blouse and jeans holding it with one hand, not letting the girl from earlier squeeze by.  They can't be that far apart in age, the woman is in her early thirties, the girl a decade younger, perhaps, but the balance of power is clearer.
    And the girl...  She's quite a sight.  Black locks flying everywhere, she must have just bent over forward suddenly, right hand firm between her legs, skirt lifted up so you can see those panties very well again, and bursting from between her fingers are jets of pee.  Her mouth is hanging the slightest bit open: she knows she's lost it, though those around her don't seem to have realised yet.
    Sometimes you feel that the Memento might have overshot, that what it shows as the moment of losing control is actually simply an early leak.  Every time you could check, this turned out not to be the case, and now too you're fairly sure this poor girl didn't rush into that stall and pull her panties down for a final release.  No, this was the moment the floodgates open and she must have stood here, with the queue watching her, all the way until her bladder was empty.
    You glance at the queue, but it isn't actually as interesting as you hoped.  There's a slighty plump girl in a metal t-shirt and jeans who is leaning mostly on one leg, but without being able to advance time you can't tell whether she's shifting from foot to foot or just standing like that.  For the rest, nobody seems to be even close to desperate.
    You check one particularly good ass out anyway; just because she doesn't have to pee doesn't mean you can't enjoy what you see.  You always do wonder whether you aren't missing any signs, though—if you only you had a device to see how bad people really had to go...
    You're about to walk out of the bathroom and see whether you can find anything else interesting here when you glance into the open stall.  There's a puddle of pee next to the toilet, and though you know it might be too mixed to work, it's still worth trying.  Ducking under the stern woman's arm—you note that her bladder is bulging quite visibly as you do that—you reach the toilet and press the button.
    Indoors the sounds always seem to bounce around in weird ways, as if echoing off walls that are not quite the ones that you can.  This was much earlier, 00:32.
    The background sounds are much the same, but there's no dialogue.  Instead, you hear someone crash against the door, then slam it open.  There's another loud thump, the sound of rustling clothing, and an inarticulate muttering of relief.
    There's less light here, though some falls through the half-open stall door.
    The girl squatting half over the toilet looks latina.  She's leaning heavily on one of the walls, her jeans in a heap around her ankles, and her just-starting stream is hitting the the toilet seat straight-on.  She has her eyes closed, and doesn't seem to be minding the mess she's making, but given how drunk she looks that's not strange.
    You turn around, hoping she's left the door open.  It isn't locked, but it's only open a crack, and the memory won't let you push it open any further.  The door is a proper one, these are proper individual cubicles, not those cheap American stalls where you could sneak a glance at the neighbouring girl and jump to her memory instead.
    Just in case this is your last memory of the day you give the latina girl an extra good look.  Her panties are still dry; she was probably more drunk than desperate.  A pity.
    A click of a button and the world fades, the music blaring and then returning to the sounds of the world you know, the colours once again familiar.
    You're walking down an alleyway and it's early morning.  You can hear cars in some distance, though for the most part everything is quiet.  You've tested, and there never seems to be any time between you going into a memory and you coming out of it; a camera can catch a few frames where you aren't there, but that's about it.
    The Memento is safe in your pocket again as you walk out the other end of the alleyway.  The bar you'd just been inside a memory of is still there.  The police car and the two agents waiting for you are new.
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    Asuna.bed.wet. reacted to Spurgle in Detective Pollard and her leaky bladder   
    Warning; This story contains some very mild poop content.
     
    A single shot rang out around the bay and a lifeless body hit the floor with a soft thud. Unheard by none except the sea birds, it went totally unnoticed. The body would not be discovered for several hours, in which time the killer made off into the bustle of the city. It would prove another frustrating case for the city’s police department, in a year already blighted by rising crime and cutbacks to patrols and core manpower. In the morning the case would land on the desk of Detective Sarah Pollard, an experienced, meticulous officer, who took her job seriously and was well known for getting results. At the age of thirty-eight, she was still one of the more junior detectives, but because she had been an officer since the age of eighteen, she was widely regarded as one of the most experienced officers on the force. She had risen slowly through her career and had turned down promotion on several separate occasions, but promotion was never her goal, service to the people was. It took a fair amount of persuasion and promises to cajole her into accepting the promotion.
    Still, it was hoped that she could pull off her usual magic and bring about a result that could turn the year around and bring at least some positivity to an otherwise drab year of results. After all, it was an election year, and the Incumbent Mayor was relying on something, anything, that could resemble some kind of success that he could sell to his electorate, and it would be Sarah’s job to deliver it.
     
     
    Sarah woke with a start. She had been dreaming about how she used to ride horses as a young girl on her uncle’s farm. She would ride for hours and never grew tired of being in the saddle. Her father always joked that she should emigrate to Mongolia, where he said she could ride all the horses she could ever want and as a young girl, she harboured the dream of leaving the city behind and pursuing a life in the saddle. As she grew older, these dreams faded to nothing and instead she embraced the reality of life in the city. She still rode on occasion, but not as often as she would have liked.
    She rolled over and gave her husband a peck on the cheek, her thick brown hair falling onto his face as she did so. He twitched and turned over and began to snore again. She looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was five in the morning. Her alarm wasn’t due to sound for another two hours but even still, she considered getting up there and then. She figured it would do her good to be one of the first Detectives at the precinct and a head start on her backlog of cases was never a bad thing.
    She rubbed her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. For a minute she stared at her feet and thought about the backlog of cases, so much violence and theft that she wondered if the world was somehow going backwards. She put these thoughts to one side and got up from the bed and went to the window. She peered discreetly from behind the curtain and looked out onto the street. It was quiet and clean, everything that the city wasn’t. She let the curtain fall back into place, careful not to let too much light pour into the room, lest it wake her husband.
    She crept out of the room and closed the door gently, being sure not to let the door bang on the frame as it often did if not gentle enough. From there she collected the newspaper from the doormat and placed it on the kitchen table before making a pot of coffee. She scanned the headlines as the coffee machine did its work. It was all bad news. Strikes, political machinations, missing donation money and to top it off, the local sports team had gone into administration.
    “Oh wonderful” she said sardonically.
    After a few minutes there was a beep, signalling that the coffee machine had completed its task and without bothering to finish the sentence she was reading, she got up and quickly filled a mug with the hot liquid and took a long draft. She sighed happily as the bitter liquid slid down her throat, but it was just a little too hot and so she took her mug and placed it carefully on the table to cool. In the meantime, she went off to start her morning ablutions.
     
     
    The first stop, as is usual for most people, was the bathroom. She brushed the knots out of her hair with a faint ripping sound that often made her husband wince. “Does that not hurt?” he must have asked a thousand times and each time it would make her chuckle. As she made her way through her long mane of hair, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She had gained a kilo or two since becoming a detective but even still, she was still in good shape. Some would describe her as curvy, other might even use the word chubby but personally, she liked the word voluptuous. She took a little excess belly fat in one hand and measured the depth with her fingers. Unsatisfied with the results, she pulled the waistband of her white fullback briefs up until the soft material controlled and slimmed down the bulge. “It’ll mean another diet” she said to nobody but herself as the waistband snapped into place, clinging tightly to her body.
    She continued to work out all the knots and tangles, it was a significant job for someone with so much hair and as she did so, she couldn’t help but to scan her body again. She liked her breasts, although she did think they were a little too cumbersome, but as her husband would balk at even the suggestion of a breast reduction, she was content to live with the occasional back ache. Moving downwards she quickly scanned past her midriff, unwilling to acknowledge her excess belly fat for any more than was necessary and moved instead onto her legs. She liked her thighs, she had always liked her thighs, although the chafing that sometimes came with thick thighs was an occasional problem, but it was one which she was happy to live with, she couldn’t bear to be without thick thighs. As she admired her thighs, she noticed for the first time the wet patch on the crotch of her white knickers and despite already looking at it in the mirror, she instinctively looked down at the offending stain and frowned suspiciously. Tentatively, she rubbed the stain with the tip of her fingers, it was cool and moist. She raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed cautiously, hoping that it was an unusually localised sweat stain. Unfortunately, it was as she had feared, her fingers had emerged carrying the unmistakable scent of pee. “When did that happen?” she asked herself, bemused that she had not noticed until now. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together and crossed her legs, but the action was more out of instinct than necessity, as far as she knew her bladder had no need to be emptied, it was giving no signs at any rate.
    “At least it isn’t much” she said looking once again at the offending pee stain.
    “What isn’t much?” asked the sleepy voice of her husband through the bathroom door.
    “Oh, nothing to worry about. I’ve had a little wee in my knickers, that’s all.” Sarah said.
    “You’ve had what?” he asked back sleepily.
    “Never mind” she said, it was hardly anything to bother him with at any rate. “I’ll be out in a second” she added.
     
     
    She put the hairbrush down and after pulling her knickers down she sat on the toilet. For a few moments nothing happened, and she was about to get up again, but then out of nowhere she felt her bladder fill instantly and then a surge of pee thundered out of her body and into the bowl. She gasped audibly, both by the sheer force of her urination and the suddenness in which it had happened. It lasted a good minute before the flow finally stemmed and she was able to wipe herself and stand up from the toilet. She pulled her knickers up high, so the waistband held in her belly and after washing her hands, she opened the door for her husband.
    As she emerged, he looked at her sleepily and clumsily kissed her on the lips “Good morning” she said, “are you getting up?”
    “Are you kidding?” he asked “at this time on a Sunday! No thank you. I’m going back to bed where I can fantasize that we’re on holiday and we can fuck all day, without a care in the world” he said lustfully as he took Sarah firmly around the waist with his strong arms. She didn’t resist and willingly fell into his arms, feeling her pussy throb as she felt his hand slide down the back of her knickers to grab her ass.
    “I can take leave in a month, and then I'm all yours” she whispered in his ear.
    “A month is no good, I want you now” he said as his other hand grabbed her pussy. “Someone is definitely happy to see me” he said feeling the wetness against his fingers.
    Sarah smiled wryly and considered for a moment whether she wanted to entertain her husband’s ego, or whether she wanted to tell the truth and really mess with him. In the end, it was an easy choice.
    “Sorry to burst your bubble but what you have there is nothing more than a handful of pee” she said and then watched on with amusement as her husband’s face dropped.
    “What?” he said seriously as she slowly pulled his hand clear.
    “I did tell you, but you weren’t listening, as usual” she said teasingly.
    “You never said anything” he protested.
    “I did. I literally just told you that I had a little wee in my knickers” she said honestly.
    “Oh, I thought you said something about tea” he said as he looked disappointingly at the pee stain on his wife’s briefs.
    “Nope, not tea, sorry about that. But look, I don’t have a lot of time now, I'll make it up to you later, I promise” she said before kissing him passionately on the lips.
    By the time Sarah returned to her coffee, it was lukewarm and ready to enjoy.
     
     
    Sarah was reading a report when her boss, Chief Inspector Jack Wells came through her door and seated himself on the chair opposite. An older man with a short crop of grey hair surrounding a bald pate and a thick black moustache, he was a physically imposing man who spoke with the thick accent of someone who was born and bred in the roughest neighbourhood of the city. His demeanour was usually as sour as his wife’s cooking and as he sat opposite, Sarah could tell he was in his usual, irritable mood. “Morning” he said with only the mildest of courtesy.
    “Morning skipper” she said jovially, hoping unsuccessfully that it would rub off on him.
    “There was a murder last night down by the bay” he said cutting off any hope of idle chit chat, “If it was up to me, I’d have given it to Cole, but it’s out of my hands. The Chief was at my desk this morning and he wanted this case for you specifically, though I can’t fathom why.” he trailed off as he waited for a response which never came, so he continued. “Whatever you’re working on now is to be put on the back burner and Cole is lined up to take on any cases which can’t wait. This is effective immediately. Here is the report and all we have so far.” He said as he dropped the paper file on her desk.
    Sarah looked at the file and then at Jack, who was glaring at her with so much derision that she wondered if she should put in for a transfer. She was confused why she would have been selected for such an obviously important case and she wondered if it was some sort of poisoned chalice, an unsolvable case that could end a career. Still, it mattered little. All that mattered was what was in front of her, and she knew she was in no place to argue or refuse.
    “If that’s what you want, I'll get onto it right away sir.” She said simply, hoping to be free of Jack as soon as possible.
    “It isn’t what I want by any means, but you’ll do it anyway” Jack said as he stood from the chair and without a further word he left, slamming the door hard as he left. Sarah jumped as the door slammed and she momentarily felt silly for jumping at such a little thing.
     
     
    Sarah read the report which Jack had left, and her bemusement only intensified. On the surface it seemed like just another gangland hit. One man dead with a single small calibre gunshot wound to the head. There were no witnesses and no forensics. It was typical for any gangland murder, the only strange thing was the location, but as murders happened all over the city, it seemed only a matter of time that the bay area would be affected at some point and now that this was her new priority, she wanted to see the crime scene as soon as possible. She grabbed her handbag and warrant card and left her office, being sure to lock the door as she left. She meandered her way through the maze of cubicles that made up the admin workforce of the department. She greeted several people by name as she did so, she was a popular face around the building and her skill at remembering names and little personal details about people was a big part of that, outside of Jack Wells, it would be nearly impossible to find someone who had a bad word to say about her. Still, she knew it was best not to dwell on such things and she reminded herself of what her husband would often say to her, “your energy is best spent on the things you care about”. It was simple but true and she appreciated that.
     
     
    The parking garage was empty as she unlocked her car. The car was new, and the dark blue paint was still factory fresh. She opened the passenger side door and placed her handbag on the black leather seat and then shut the door again. She then walked to the driver’s side and opened the door. As the new car smell hit her, she breathed it in deeply and enjoyed the short-lasting aroma. She stepped into the car and let her buttocks sink into the alluring softness of the leather seat which hugged her firmly around the hips. Every time she had sat in the car since buying it, she had been amazed by how comfortable the seats were. It wasn’t just her, everyone else who had tried it commented the same thing, but this time something was different. She shifted uncomfortably, manoeuvring her bum this way and that trying to find a comfortable position, but no matter what she tried, she just couldn’t get it right. Baffled, she stepped out of the car and checked the seat to see if something was wrong, but as far as she could tell, all was as it should be. She shrugged, brushing it off as just one of the little oddities of life. She got back in the car again but just as before; something was not right. She could feel it. She looked around the garage, but it was still empty. Nevertheless, she checked all the mirrors too and only once she was sure she was alone, she gently lifted the hem of her skirt and then slid a hand down the front of her tights. As her fingers moved further south, they eventually brushed up against a wet patch, which she assessed on the spot to be the size of a golf ball. She knew what it was immediately but nevertheless, she gave her fingers a quick sniff just be certain and was not at all surprised when the scent of pee filled her nostrils. She winced at the smell and then quickly fixed her skirt as she heard voices suddenly fill the parking garage. She looked out to the right side and saw two patrol officers walking in her direction. Quickly, she pretended to look for something in her handbag and she had to suppress a jump when there was a knock on her window. She looked out of the window and the officers were both stood there as if they were waiting for her. She wound down the window.
    “Can I help you?” she asked.
    “Yes, ma'am” the younger of the two said “can you tell us where zone BETA is? We’re both still new here, haven’t found our way around yet.”
    Sarah smiled and gestured to the other end of the garage. “BETA is down there, just go to the end and around the corner. You can’t miss it” she said.
    “Okay” the young officer said again “thank you ma’am. You have a great day now”.
    “You too” Sarah said before winding up the window.
     
     
    As the two officers walked away, the younger officer turned to his slightly older colleague, and they shared a look. “Am I crazy, or did that chick smell like she’s pissed her pants?” The younger officer asked once they were safely outside of Sarah’s earshot. “You aren’t crazy” the other officer said, and they both laughed.
     
     
    Sarah watched the officers walk away and cursed herself. The pee that had dribbled into her knickers had been soaked up and her crotch was bathed in a gentle warmth. She clenched her thighs and thanked her lucky stars that she had contained the leak to only a dribble. The urgency with which she had been hit may easily have meant an accident of greater proportions if she had not been quick to react. The strangest thing was that it had come out of nowhere and was gone again just as quickly. She checked the time, it was barely eleven, she still had plenty of time to get to the crime scene. She picked up her handbag and got out of the car, locking the doors as she walked briskly away. The nearest bathroom was just down the corridor and she walked there with as much urgency as she felt she could get away with, she had no idea if the urgency would hit again and she had no intention of finding out.
    She entered the bathroom and quickly secreted herself in a stall, locking the door firmly behind her. She lifted her skirt and then dropped first her tights and then her knickers. She sat on the toilet and waited, but just like earlier in the morning, nothing was happening, but she was taking no chances. As she continued to wait, she looked down at her knickers and at the wet patch that adorned a large chunk of the thick gusset. It had soaked through to the other side but thankfully, the material was thick enough to keep her tights dry. Nevertheless, she had done a real number on herself, and she felt ashamed. She was a thirty-eight-year-old detective, after all.
    Eventually, her bladder stopped playing games and released a surging torrent of pee that echoed around the empty bathroom. She was less surprised than before but even still; the force still took her breath away. She ripped off some toilet paper and wiped herself down and then ripped off some more, which she used to pad dry her knickers and though it made little difference, she did at least feel thankful that she hadn’t bothered to change her knickers that morning. “Every cloud and all that.” she whispered to herself before pulling up her knickers, which were stone cold, and she grimaced as the wet cotton wrapped and clung itself around her mound. “Quick pit stop at home, I reckon” she said before leaving the stall to go home.
     
     
    By the time she pulled up on the driveway, it was just after eleven thirty. She quickly grabbed her keys from her handbag and then went inside. Judging by the silence she deduced that her husband was still in bed, which she thought was for the best. Quietly and almost on tiptoes, she made her way into their bedroom, where she found her husband still in bed and sound asleep. She opened the middle draw of her bedside table and pulled out the first thing that came to hand and then quietly left again. Once outside the bedroom she looked at what she had come out with, it was a black whale tail thong. “That’s no good” she said cursing her bad luck, she owned only one thong, and she thought it typical that it came to the top of the pile now at the worst possible time. Once again, she crept back to the bedroom and placed the thong back where she had found it and took out another pair, which she checked this time to make sure was suitable enough to serve her needs of the day. Once this was confirmed, she left yet again and then made her way to the bathroom.
    She quickly stripped off, throwing her pissy knickers into the wash basket without a second thought and then wiped herself down with a baby wipe. After this, she slipped herself into the clean knickers she had selected, which turned out to be another pair of high waisted full back briefs and then finished dressing herself with black tights and the sensible black skirt she had been wearing all day. After this was taken care of it was back to the grindstone, crime wouldn’t solve itself, after all.
     
     
    The traffic through the city was abysmal. Cars honked and men shouted as the traffic stood stationary on what was meant to be the cities ring road. The road followed the coastline on one side and skirted the boundary of the city on the other. It was a stark contrast. On one side the delightful vistas of the coast, beaches and blue sea filled the landscape. On the other, it was skyscrapers and industrial complexes belching out smoke and steam. The locals were used to it, they had seen it all before and had become hardened to the realities of life in the city. It was a different story for tourists. Tourists would arrive in the city with grand ideas of idyllic city life. They pictured plush bars furnished with oak tables and soft leather sofas and penthouse apartments with views over a clear city skyline. The tourist ads never mentioned the smoke and steam, or the murder and robberies either.
    But for Sarah, it was just another day in her life. She knew better than to get frustrated at the standstill traffic, there was nothing she could do about it. She looked out of the window and down onto the street below. On one side a burnt-out car lay abandoned. On the other, a group of youths prowled outside of a pool bar, glaring at anyone who came too close. She would rather be down there, at least down there she could make a difference, or at least try at any rate. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a metallic crash, followed by a scream, and then shouting. The noise came from behind and Sarah looked in her rear-view mirror to see that one car had rammed into another and judging by the traffic around them, it was done on purpose. She undid her seat belt and took out her warrant card from her handbag. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the commotion. By now the two drivers, both older looking men, had gotten out of their cars and as Sarah approached had just squared up to each other.
    “Okay, lets calm it down gentlemen” Sarah said calmly as she came upon the two men.
    “Fuck off lady, this isn’t your business” one of the men snapped back at her.
    “It is my business. Police” she said waving her warrant card in the air so everyone nearby could see it.
    The two men backed off from each other and stared back at Sarah who, now that she had their attention, put her warrant card away.
    “What happened here?” She asked calmly.
    Both men tried to answer at the same time so that their responses become a single jumbled blob of nothing. “One at a time please” Sarah said.
    Both men seemed ready to speak again but stopped when two more officers arrived on the scene. Sarah turned to see it was the two patrol officers she had seen earlier in the parking garage. She greeted them in surprise, patrol officers would usually be sent to walk the streets, not drive the ring road, but it wasn’t her responsibility, so she didn’t press the issue.
    “Do you need assistance here ma’am?” The older of the two officers asked.
    “I had it under control thank you, but you can take over now. I didn’t see what happened, but I heard it. Anyway, I have places to be, and the traffic seems to be moving again. You two can handle this, right?”
    The two patrol officers shared a look. “Sure thing ma’am, we have this covered” the older of the two said. Sarah thanked the officers and returned to her car and just in time too, because the traffic had started to move once again.
     
     
    It was another hour until Sarah arrived at the crime scene and it was all for nothing because it was gone. The cordon taped hung limply of the railings but that was the only evidence a murder had ever been committed here. “Son of a bitch” she said viciously as she pulled out her phone and called her boss, Jack Wells. The phone rang twice before Jack picked up.
    “What is it?” He asked gruffly.
    “I’m down at the bay crime scene, but it’s all gone” Sarah said indignantly.
    “Yeah, so what?” Jack fired back just as indignantly.
    “Well, where has it gone? Why is it gone? She asked.
    “It’s gone because the locals wanted it gone” Jack said as if Sarah was stupid for not realizing this.
    “Since when do we clear up a scene because the locals wanted it so?” She asked.
    “As a rule, we don’t. But certain people of influence live in the bay area and they wanted it gone and so, as you can see, its gone.”
    Sarah was open mouthed in disbelief. In all her years in uniform she had never seen such a thing happen before. It was unbelievable. She struggled to find anything to say, it all seemed so futile.
    “Well, if there’s nothing else” Jack said before quickly hanging up.
     
     
    Sarah was stunned. For several minutes she could only stand in silence, her phone still held pointlessly to her ear. What was happening to this city? She thought to herself as she finally snapped back to reality and put her phone away. She looked around and saw nothing but the sea, empty benches, and expensive apartment buildings. She stared at the apartment buildings, it was someone in there, she knew it. Without thinking she began walking towards the buildings, her steps gathering pace the closer she got. She stared at the building that was closest, “Vita Bona” the sign above the main entrance said. She banged on the doors but achieved nothing except scaring some birds. She stepped back and gazed up at the top of the building, hoping to see some form of life.
    “Can I help you?” a soft voice asked, startling Sarah.
    She spun around to see an old man, with balding white hair and a clean-shaven face. He looked ancient.
    “Maybe. I want to get into this building” she said.
    “Well, it’s your lucky day. I live here” the old man said. “But why would I let you in”.
    “I’m with the Police” Sarah said, flashing her warrant card.
    “Crime? In here? Unthinkable” the old man said dismissively.
    “Maybe, maybe not. That’s what I want to find out” Sarah said.
    “Very well” the old man said quietly.
    He took a key out from his sleeve and with trembling hands he unlocked the doors. Sarah thanked him and pushed the door open and then held it until the old man had passed through.
    “Are you here to see anyone in particular” the old man asked.
    “That depends on who lives here” Sarah said.
    “Nobody of interest. Well, we have some guy who claims to be some big shot lawyer from out of town but, I don’t buy it.”
    Sarah’s interested was piqued.
    “Tell me, what apartment does this big shot lawyer live in?” Sarah asked.
    “Seven twenty-one, I think. His name is Austin Maduro” the old man said smoothly.
    Sarah repeated the name and number and thanked the man profusely. The man waved away her thanks and quickly made his goodbyes before disappearing into an elevator. By pure chance, Sarah felt like she had a lead.
     
     
    Sarah rang the bell to apartment seven twenty-one and waited. She could hear some noise inside and she hoped to get an audience with the man. The door opened and the face of a young woman peered around the corner. “Yes?” the young woman said.
    “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I'm here to see Austin Maduro” Sarah said and hoped the old man was right.
    The young woman smiled. “Come in and make yourself comfortable” she said cheerily.
    Sarah accepted the invitation and stepped past the door. In front of her a vast expanse of living space opened out in front of her. The place was well furnished with the most luxurious furniture and the most modern tech available. The young woman gestured to a large brown leather sofa and Sarah sat down, feeling pleased that something was finally going her way.
    “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Cognac?” the young woman asked.
    “No, I'm fine thank you” Sarah said. “Will Austin be long?”
    “I shouldn’t think so” the young woman said.
    As Sarah waited, she admired the fastidious nature and attention to detail whoever had designed this place had. Everything matched perfectly and not a single item was out of place. It was like a perfectly choreographed dance. She thought it unusual that a lawyer would have either the time or the patience for such attention to detail and she wondered if the young woman was his wife, but despite her curiosity, she decided it was irrelevant for the moment.
     
     
    Sarah spent another ten minutes waiting and admiring the decor before a man appeared through the balcony door. He was tall and well dressed in a fitted designer suit. Everything matched from his black shoes to the black frames of his spectacles. He was a young man, Sarah guessed he was no more than twenty-five years of age and he held himself in such a way that Sarah was in no doubt that this was indeed a man of some stature and repute.
    “Who is this?” the man asked the young woman, pointing at Sarah.
    “My name is Sarah Pollard” Sarah said, stepping in before the young woman could respond and she was about to state her business, but the man cut her off with a hand gesture.
    “Well, Sarah Pollard, I have no idea what it is you are doing here but would you kindly refrain from urinating on my sofa!” the man snapped angrily.
    “What?” Sarah blurted out in complete confusion.
    “My sofa sent a notification to my phone! So, please kindly remove yourself before you do any more damage!” the man said.
    Sarah looked at him as if he had gone mad and maybe he had. Sofas do not send notifications, everyone knows that. She wondered if this was some sort of game he was playing, trying to unsettle her and make her lose her cool. She was about to respond in the most indignant manner possible, but then she felt it. Out of nowhere she became aware that her crotch was cold and wet. The realisation was so sudden and stunning that she hardly believed it and at first, she assumed that this was somehow part of a big trick that she was not aware of, but the feeling did not dissipate, and it was then she knew that this was all too real.
    She jumped up from the sofa, her face burning red with shame, on the spot she spun to look at the sofa, assuming she would find a lake of liquid. Instead, she found nothing except a butt print from where she had been sitting. “I don’t understand” she said timidly.
    “It’s a feature I had set up when I bought a new dog. It senses moisture” the man explained off handily. “It can be temperamental sometimes. You have my apology” the man said, and he seemed genuinely contrite. “Why are you here, Sarah Pollard?”
     
     
    Sarah straightened herself up and did her best to ignore the cold wetness between her thighs.
    “I am here on official business” Sarah said vaguely, not wanting to give anything away. However, just as the words were leaving her lips, she felt a trickle of pee leave her body and quickly soak into her underwear. Discreetly, Sarah clenched her thighs tightly together and she shivered as she felt the warm liquid dribble down the inside of her thighs.
    “Official business?” Austin asked.
    “Yes. Urgent official business, I might add too” Sarah said vaguely.
    “Please be direct, I am a very busy man” Austin said sharply, losing his patience with Sarah’s profundity.
    “Of course,” Sarah said, “but might it be possible to use your bathroom first” she added very quickly as another dribble of pee fell from her body and into her underwear, which, on this occasion was unable to soak it up and instead the warm liquid travelled quickly down the inside of her legs, leaving faint streaks on her tights as it did so.
    “No. You will tell me your purpose here and you will be quick about it. Need I remind you I am a very busy man” Austin said.
    Sarah stared blankly at the man. She could feel her composure beginning to slip away and panic was beginning to set in.
    “I am with the Police, and I am here to talk about the murder in the bay this morning, I would be happy to provide you with more details but please, may I use your bathroom first” Sarah blurted out far too quickly. So quick in fact that it sounded to Austin as little more than the ramblings of a mad woman. The only word he picked up was Police.
    “Police? Well now this puts a different spin on things” Austin said before turning back to the balcony and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
    Sarah looked at the young woman with an expression of utter confusion. In turn, the young woman looked back with a cool expression which gave away nothing and with a chilly tone said, “That is your signal to leave.”
    Sarah was exasperated at her treatment but at the same time, she was in no position to argue, and she knew it. Without so much as a word of goodbye, Sarah turned tail and vacated the apartment as fast as her legs would carry her and as soon as the door closed behind her, she waddled unceremoniously towards the nearest elevator.
    Up until now she had stemmed the flow but as another, much longer, dribble of pee fell from her body, she knew it was only a matter of time before lost control entirely and she would be damned if it happened in front of Austin Maduro.
     
     
    The elevator binged loudly, signalling its arrival. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors slid closed behind her, and she doubled over on herself and held her crotch firmly. She stuffed a hand up her skirt and between her thighs, it seemed to help, but even still her fingers quickly became a siphon as pee trickled through them. The doors opened and she ran for the exit. Once outside she scanned the area frantically for a bathroom or failing that, a quiet spot where she could pop a squat without risk of being seen. But there was nothing to be seen, the area was open and barren of any kind of obstacles. Except her car.
    She ran towards her car with all the recklessness of one who was desperate to not shame themselves. She stumbled a couple of times over stray objects and the outer edges of benches, but this was little more than a trifle given the current state of events. By the time she reached her car she was almost at a full sprint, and she only just brought herself to a halt before crashing headfirst into the side of the car. She shimmied around the car until it was between her and the apartments she had just came from. The only thing in front of her was an empty beach and the sea.
     
     
    She looked around once and then twice more and only then, once she was satisfied, she was alone and that nobody could see her did she lift her skirt to her waist. With great speed she tugged her tights down, ripping great seams in them as she did so. Nevertheless, she wasn’t quite fast enough, and it was coming out before she could get her knickers out of the way, leaving great streaks as it did so, but she hardly cared. As the solid mound of poop dropped from her ass she felt an overwhelming sense of relief. In that moment it hardly mattered that she had totally wet herself in the elevator, leaving a huge pool of pee behind in her wake, or that she had very nearly wet herself in the presence of Austin Maduro. No, all that mattered was that she had avoided soiling herself too, for the most part at least. In the end she left two solid mounds of poop on the floor next to her car, which she hoped would pass as dog poop, should anyone wonder.
    Once sure it was all out, she shimmied to the side and opened the passenger side door and retrieved a tissue from the glove box, with which she used to wipe her bum clean. She had wiped her bum twice before she heard voices approaching from her right-hand side. Quick like a snake, she stared at the direction from which the voices were coming from and at the same time she quickly pulled her knickers and tights back up. From there she stood up straight and let her skirt fall so that it fell below her knees. As the people got closer, she saw it was a man and a woman walking their dog. She smiled at the pair, and they waved hello. The car was between her, and the couple and she hoped it would stay that way when she remembered the state of her tights, which were utterly soaked and torn in large sections. However, not wanting to take any chances, Sarah seated herself carefully on the back of her skirt and after kicking off her shoes, she quickly slid her tights off and then stuffed them in the glove box. Out of sight, out of mind, she thought. Thankfully, the couple passed without issue and for the first time in ten minutes, her heart began to settle down and beat to its regular rhythm.
     
     
     
    It was just after three in the afternoon when Robert let himself into the house. Robert was Aaron’s brother and he had come round to take Aaron to a baseball game. It was a little early, he wasn’t due to pick him up until four, but he thought with the extra time they could grab a beer before going to the ballpark. Much to his dismay however, his brother was still in bed. “Lazy bastard” he said to himself quietly. Still, he was early, and he thought he would give his brother until he had been to the bathroom before waking him up. He opened the bathroom door and then closed it behind him. He walked to the toilet and unzipped his fly and then let out a long stream of pee. Once finished, he shook himself dry and then went to wash his hands. The sink was right next to the cupboard that doubles up as the was basket and he could see something was stuck between the door and the cupboard wall. He yanked at the blockage and pulled out some white material. He was just about to put it away again and close the door properly when he realised it wasn’t just some white material, it was a pair of Sarah’s knickers. Robert wasn’t necessarily attracted to Sarah but nonetheless, he was intrigued enough that he couldn’t just discard her used knickers that easily. He unfurled the material until he could see them full profile, just as if she was wearing them. “Oh my oh my” he said as he spied the dark stain on the lower front of the garment. He assumed, much like his brother had earlier, that it was discharge or juice from sexual arousal and he was thoroughly surprised when he sniffed the crotch and realised it was all pee. He shrank away from the strong aroma and shook his head violently. “Damn man. She pissed her pants” he said in disbelief. He thew the knickers onto the sink and they landed front down so that the pissy crotch was hidden from view. He shook his head some more. “Hell no, man. This ain’t it” he said as he picked them up tentatively by the outer edges. For the first time he noticed the brown lines that were streaked down the back, even from the outside the skid marks were easily visible. “This is not right” he said to himself, thoroughly disgusted. He opened the cupboard and threw the knickers inside and closed the door, but even still the smell of stale pee and poop hung in the air. Then, the front door opened.
     
     
    Sarah returned home and was surprised to see that her front door was no longer locked. She opened the door, fully expecting to be greeted by her husband. Instead, she was surprised again when her brother-in-law Robert, emerged from the bathroom.
    “Hello Robert” Sarah said, more formally than she had intended.
    “Hey Sarah” Robert replied in a strange tone of voice.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked.
    “Baseball” he said simply with a shrug.
    “Oh, of course. It’s Sunday. Silly me.” She said but received nothing more than another shrug from Robert. “Is everything okay?” she asked, sensing something was wrong.
    “I’m fine” he said coolly, “and you?” he added sharply.
    “I’m okay” Sarah said, taken aback by his tone.
    She wondered if she had upset him in some way but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of anything she could have possibly done to offend him. “Listen, I need to grab something from the bedroom, do you want me to wake Aaron whilst I’m in there?” she asked.
    “Sure” Robert said coldly.
     
     
    Sarah left Robert and strolled into the bedroom and after quickly grabbing a pair of knickers and stuffing them in her handbag, she woke her husband, telling him Robert was here to take him to the baseball. After that, Sarah went back into the living room, where Robert was sat on the sofa, doing something on his phone. “I have to go back to work but have a nice time at the game” she said and waited a moment for a response, but after she got nothing more than a shrug, she left him to go to the bathroom.
    She closed the bathroom door, being sure to lock it firmly behind her. She lifted her skirt to her waist and slid her pissy knickers down to her ankles, she then stepped out of them and picked them up by the furthest edges of the waistband. She held them up in the light and examined the damage she had done to them. They were visibly soaked and sopping wet to the touch, so much so she reckoned she could have easily squeezed excess pee out of the material. “At least I didn’t soil myself too” she whispered and then glancing at the thick skids on the back said, “well, not much anyway”. She opened the cupboard that contained the wash basket and threw them inside haphazardly, happy to be free of them. She then retrieved the clean pair from her bag, they were crisp, white, high waisted fullback briefs and they felt glorious as she pulled them up high on her waist. Then, once she fixed her skirt, she flushed the toilet to give the impression she had used it and then she left, not bothering to say goodbye to Robert as she did so. She made certain to slam the front door behind her as she left.
     
     
    She was driving back to the precinct when her phone rang, it was her boss, Jack Wells. She answered.
    “Get back here as soon as possible” he said, without any means of introduction.
    “What’s the emergency?” she asked.
    “You’ll find out when you get here” he said and then hung up.
    How strange Sarah thought.
     
     
    Sarah parked her car and made her way quickly up to Jack’s office. The door was open so she only gave a cursory tap on the glass before entering. “You wanted to see me” Sarah said.
    Jack looked up from his newspaper and glared at Sarah.
    “Pollard, we have received a complaint” Jack said severely.
    “A complaint? About me?” Sarah asked, bemused by the insinuation.
    “Yes. The complaint is from a Mr. Austin Maduro” Jack said, his anger rising.
    Sarah’s face flushed with fury. “Sir, I only wanted to ask him some basic questions about the bay murder. His apartment is directly opposite the crime scene, it’s possible he saw something” Sarah said eloquently.
    “So, you think he might be a witness?” Jack asked, his anger seemingly cooling.
    “Potentially, sir, yes.” Sarah said.
    “I see. So, you think that because there is a chance that this man might have seen something, that gives you the right to barge into his home and then proceed to… urinate on his floor!” Jack blasted angrily.
    Sarah looked at him, aghast. She was so sure he hadn't seen anything.
    “Sir, that is preposterous” Sarah said as calmly as she could, all the while she could feel her cheeks beginning to burn a fiery shade of red.
    “So, you deny it?” Jack asked.
    “I do sir, in the strongest possible terms” Sarah said.
    “Very well. In all my years in this job I have never once had a complaint like this and I must be honest, I am reluctant to believe it” Jack said, and Sarah was surprised by his somewhat kindly tone.
    “Thank you, sir,” Sarah said, puffing out her chest.
    “Did you come straight here after leaving Mr. Maduro?” Jack asked.
    “I did” Sarah lied.
    “Very well. Strange times call for strange solutions, wouldn’t you agree?” Jack asked.
    Sarah thought about the question for a heartbeat before answering. “I guess I would sir, yes.”
    Jack nodded. “Very well then. Let’s put this matter to bed as quickly as possible.” Jack said and then stood up and walked to the door. He poked his head outside and pointing to someone outside said, “Officer Livingstone, come here please.”
    Jack sat back down behind his desk and a heartbeat later a young, female officer poked her head nervously around the door. “Yes, sir?” the voice said inquisitively.
    “Officer Livingstone, please come in and close the door.”
    Officer Livingstone, an attractive blonde of slender build with bright blue eyes, did as she was bid and took a seat next to Sarah on her left-hand side.
    “How can I help you sir?” Livingstone asked nervously.
    “Livingstone, this is Detective Pollard.” Jack said and the two ladies nodded and greeted each other amiably. “I have received an unusual complaint regarding Detective Pollard’s conduct today and I want you to investigate the matter.” Jack said simply.
    “Sir, whilst I will gladly do all I can, I feel obliged to remind you that I am not a detective and have no experience in leading an investigation.” Livingstone said formally.
    “Cool your breeze, this will be a very simple investigation. Detective Pollard, I have a simple solution that can put this whole matter to bed in a few moments, if only you’ll consent” Jack said and looked at Sarah expectantly.
     
     
    For her part, Sarah had no idea what Jack was planning but at the same time, she didn’t really care. All she wanted was to put this behind her so she could put the whole thing behind her as soon as possible.
    “I’ll consent to whatever it takes, sir” Sarah said.
    “Good. Officer Livingstone, do you also consent?” Jack asked the young officer.
    “Yes, sir” Livingstone agreed, “whatever it takes.”
    “Okay then. Detective Pollard, you will now go off with Officer Livingstone into my private bathroom. Once there, you will submit to a strip search” Jack said and stopped to allow a reply from either lady.
    “A strip search” both ladies asked, almost in unison. “What am I searching for?” Livingstone added, her voice thick with confusion.
    “As strange as it sounds, you are to check the condition of Detective Pollard’s… undergarments. To be precise, you are looking for any signs of… urination. You will report back to me personally any findings. I am aware how strange this is but, do you understand?” Jack asked Livingstone directly.
    “I do, sir” Livingstone answered with rosy cheeks and her voice heavy with bemusement.
    “Let me be clear. You will report back to me and only me! If you ever speak a word of this to any one at any point, I will see you out of your career faster than you can spit. On top of this, if you ever mention this at any point to Detective Pollard, you will be dismissed instantly. Am I making myself clear?” Jack asked severely.
    “Crystal clear, sir” Livingstone answered nervously.
    Jack nodded and then stood from his chair. He gestured to the door behind his desk and said, “I’ll give you both some privacy.”
     
     
    Both ladies stepped tentatively into the surprisingly large bathroom and Livingstone closed the door behind them. Both ladies looked at each other, as if trying to find a way out of such an awkward situation. After a few moments, Livingstone cleared her throat.
    “Okay. Detective Pollard if you would please remove your skirt:” Livingstone said clearly.
    Sarah stared at the young woman. “You can’t be serious?” she said.
    “You heard Mr. Wells” Livingstone said quietly.
    “I know but come on, this is ridiculous” Sarah said dismissively.
    “I agree. So, the quicker it’s over with the better” Livingstone said, “besides, you agreed too.”
    “I had no idea what I was agreeing to, neither did you” Sarah said accusingly.
    Livingstone shrugged. “I’m sorry ma’am, but I have my orders” she said coldly.
    Sarah stood unmoved.
    “Fine. Then I'll just go and tell Wells that you refused to consent” Livingstone said confidently.
    “Fine” Sarah said angrily “I have nothing to hide” she added confidently.
     
     
    After hesitating for a moment, Sarah slid her skirt up to her waist and then clean over her head. She felt foolish to be stood in front of anyone but her husband in such a condition and she could feel her cheeks burning brightly. “Well? Are you satisfied yet?” Sarah asked impatiently. She looked at Livingstone and was bemused to find that the young woman was struggling to contain a laugh. “What is it? Never seen some big knickers before?” Sarah snapped, her temper fraying.
    Livingstone took a breath and composed herself. “I’m sorry ma’am, but there are signs of… urination” she said mimicking the way Wells spoke the word.
    “What are you talking about?!” Sarah spat angrily.
    “What I’m saying ma’am, is that it appears that you’ve had a little… accident” Livingstone said before suppressing another bout of laughter.
    “Don’t be absurd” Sarah said before looking down at her crotch and to her horror, there it was. From above she could just about see the very top of the wet patch and she wondered if she might pass it off as anything other than pee. However, as she ran a hand over her mound and then between her thighs, she realised it was a lot more significant than just a little drop or a dribble. At some point since leaving home, she had leaked substantially, and she had no idea when or how it happened.
    “It isn’t what it looks like” Sarah said, panic filling her heart.
    “No? Cause it looks to me like you’ve tinkled in your pants to me” Livingstone said sarcastically.
    “Listen to me” Sarah said sternly “It is NOT what it looks like. It is sweat and that is exactly what you will tell Wells, do you understand?”
    “Or what? You gunna wet yourself again?” Livingstone said, enjoying her moment of power.
    Sarah felt her anger surge and she took a step towards Livingstone, who sensing the danger, backed off. Sarah stopped and gave the young woman an icy stare. “You will do as you are told or else….” Sarah was saying viciously, as a surge of pee poured from her body. Immediately, the warm liquid fell straight through her underwear and pitter pattered onto the floor below. Sarah stopped speaking and gazed down in disbelief as another surge streamed from her body. “Oh my God” Livingstone said, half in amusement and half in shock. “You just wait” Sarah said impotently as she waddled her way to the toilet, pee dribbling down her legs as she did so. Once there she hurled her briefs down to her ankles and let the stream surge thunderously into the bowl. She closed her eyes as she sat there, hoping this was all a bad dream, but it wasn’t and when she opened her eyes again, Livingstone was still there, her face a picture of comical bemusement. Sarah took this time to compose herself, taking several deep, long breaths and she felt a little better for doing so. She wiped away the last stray drops and then turned her back on Livingstone to flush the toilet.
    “What is it now?” Sarah asked irritably, hearing Livingstone giggle from behind.
    Livingstone sniggered. “Nothing” Livingstone said innocently, “I just never knew you were a fan of drifting”.
    “Drifting?” Sarah asked, bemused.
    “Well, I just assumed you loved drifting, you know, because those skids are massive” Livingstone said and then promptly burst into laughter.
    Sarah shook her head for a second, confused by what had been said.
    “Skids?” she said quietly to herself.
    “You know, the big brown kind” Livingstone said and went into hysterics.
    Sarah looked at her rear end in the mirror and then realised the joke. Her bum had felt sticky ever since she had been forced to poop on the pavement, she hadn’t had time to wipe herself properly and she had forgotten to do so whilst at home. The result was several sizable skids on the rear of her white knickers. “Oh my god” Sarah said, humiliated.
    “Look, this really isn’t what it looks like. Please, this job is everything to me. If you tell Wells, then my career is over. Please, don’t do this to me.” Sarah pleaded, as she saw that what little hope she had was quickly draining away.
    “Why would I do that? This could be a big step up for me, gets me closer to making a promotion” Livingstone said.
    “I could get you promotions!” Sarah exclaimed.
    “How?” Livingstone asked, intrigued.
    “I’ll get you moved onto my team; I'll give you responsibilities. I’ll give you big marks at every assessment! You’ll move up so much faster with my help” Sarah said confidently.
    Livingstone, an ambitious young woman, saw the advantages in Sarah’s proposal.
    “Okay” she said, “But I want some assurance.”
    “What assurance?” Sarah said.
    “Photos” Livingstone said, “photos of you in those disgusting, piss stained, poop soiled knickers. You will stand there in all your pissy glory and I will take pictures.”
    Sarah stared at the young woman for an instant before agreeing. “Okay” she said simply.
    “Great” Livingstone said.
     
     
     Sarah’s knickers were cold, wet, and horrendously sticky on the rear. She felt like her bum cheeks would weld together if she didn’t change underwear soon.
    Meanwhile, Livingstone turned to get her phone from her handbag which she had placed on the sink. She reached out to take the bag when suddenly, she was pulled to the floor with such force that she was left incapable for a moment. It wasn’t long, but it was long enough for Sarah to wrench Livingstone’s trousers down. “We’re about the same size, I reckon” Sarah said, revealing her intentions. For a second, they wrestled on the floor, Livingstone was trying to fight Sarah off and get her trousers back up, meanwhile Sarah was trying to undress the younger woman. Sarah had managed to get the younger woman's trousers down below her thighs and form there she tugged hard, as hard as she could and in one swift move, she wrenched the trousers free. She tossed them to one side and then, pinning Livingstone down hard on the floor, she ripped her knickers off and chucked them to one side. Livingstone was crying, naked from the waist down. Sarah stood up, and gesturing for the young woman to be silent, she walked to where she had thrown the young woman’s knickers. They were simple black; fullback briefs and Sarah held them in the air victoriously. There were thick white stains visible even from the outside. “What happened? Did you cum on yourself?” Sarah said sarcastically.
    She slid off her own fouled briefs and then stepped into Livingstone’s and pulled them up until they hugged her hips. “You must be kidding” Sarah said as the cold, wet crotch embraced her skin. “Feels to me like I wasn’t the only one to have an accident today” Sarah said. She rubbed the wet crotch with her fingers and traced the wetness all the way around her underside, until it finally trailed off at the point where the gusset met her bum. “More than a little accident I would say” Sarah said in mock delight.
    “Give them back!” Livingstone pleaded through tears.
    “Why? Do you need to pee again?” Sarah teased, “all that talk, all that bravado, you even had the bare faced cheek to laugh at me! What a hypocrite.”
    The truth will out.
     
    To be continued.
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