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  1. Sorry for the wait, real life loves getting in the way when it comes to writing. No worries, this story is not dead! Part of the reason this takes a while to get out is that the story has to 1: progress and 2: contain what the commenters want. So if that involves adding a new character or scenario, that has to get crafted and woven into the story itself. That being said, if there are scenarios you want to see, just let me know and I'll write them in. You wanna see all of the students forced to get together to work on a project but all of them have various problems with their bladders? You got it. Line for the bathroom? Done. A character who can only pee if the wind is blowing from the east and the sun is in the sky? What the heck, we'll do it! Just let me know! ___________________________________ Rubbing her face, Megan involuntarily squirmed as her bladder made itself known yet again. This would be the fourth time since the program had started that she had needed to go to the toilet and she was barely over an hour in. And it never was just a little that she needed to go, the urgency was extreme. She had maybe three minutes max to get to the toilet before her bladder just gave out. Crossing her legs, she looked around the cottage for the bathroom door, knowing it would be close to the bedroom. There were two doors on the other side of the living room, surely one of those would be it. Having just arrived, she wasn’t too sure which was which. Quickly hobbling over to the doors, she buried her hand in her crotch hoping to stave off a leak. “Oh pleeeease!” She moaned as she opened the first door and was dismayed to find the bedroom. A spurt of urine jetting into her underwear once more. “No no no!” Opening the second door, she quickly ran in and pulled her pants down to sit on the toilet, a jet of piss shooting out before she even sat down, running down her legs and into her pants as they slid down her legs. At least this time she was at a toilet. Moaning in relief as she emptied her bladder once again, Megan looked around the bathroom, taking in what was sure to be her most frequently visited room in the house. It was a quaint room with faded blue wallpaper and a simple tile design on the floor. The pedestal sink had a medicine cabinet with a mirrored door hanging directly above it and a half a bottle of lavender scented hand soap sitting by a cup which contained a brand new toothbrush. While it wasn’t her style necessarily, it was quite homely and a style she could see herself living with for an extended period of time. Finishing her business on the toilet, Megan quickly washed her hands and began wandering around the cottage to get a better feel for it. This was where she was supposed to “live” for the next week after all. It would be awful if she needed to try and plan a run to the store for anything with the way her bladder was now. She knew she was going to have to eventually for more pads and pullups, but that was a task she planned to try to tackle later. For now, she just wanted to spend an afternoon relaxing and watching a movie and rehydrating. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the nurse had been right. Because she was peeing a lot, she was much more dry than normal. Her mouth was starting to feel gummy and she was starting to get a small headache. Nothing she couldn’t handle, but something she certainly was going to have to remedy as soon as possible. Especially if she wanted to prevent her skin from getting dry and flaky. What an awful way to begin the summer that would be! Her bladder was already aching at the prospect of drinking as much water as she knew she was going to have to to get herself feeling better. Grabbing a cup and gamely filling it with tap water, she wandered back into the living room area and turned on the TV only to find that things were clearly censored on the screen. There were only a few apps available on the screen and all of them were labled “Carsis _____.” While there seemed to be a good selection of movies on the movie app and games on the gaming app, she couldn’t help but marvel at the lengths to which this resort had modified everything to give its guests the most immersive experience while also wondering to what extent they would censor media their guests received. Flipping through the movies, she finally settled on an old fashioned Rom-Com and kicked her feet up with a small smile. This place was strange, that was for certain, but it didn’t seem uncomfortably so. Maybe, once she had the money to do so, she could come back for some other form of experience. One where she wasn’t needing to pee so frequently. Crossing her legs and sitting on her ankle, she slowly sipped away at her glass of water, relishing the cool way it slid down her throat. Though she knew there was coke in the fridge, she couldn’t help but think of how refreshing the water was in comparison. Truly water was the best drink of them all. It didn’t take long for Megan to become thoroughly engrossed in the story and for her glass of water to be finished. Though she had seen this particular movie several times, she still found it a fun movie to dive into. She wouldn’t say that this was her favorite movie, but it was definitely in the top ten and she loved how well developed the plot was. The man and the woman were just getting ready to kiss for the first time when suddenly, a scene which always left Megan laughing when, without warning, she felt something warm in her lap. As her brain suddenly flicked back to reality, she realized what had happened as a wave of desperation shot over her. “Shit!” Megan exclaimed, slowly climbing off of the couch, the wet spot continuing to grow as her bladder involuntarily emptied itself with her laughter. “Oh, shit!” ‘Dammit!’ Megan thought as she tried to stop laughing for long enough to get control of her bladder by crossing her legs and crouching down. She knew this scene was coming, why hadn’t she thought about how it would affect her?! Desperately she buried her hands in her crotch trying to stem the flow as she tried to breathe through the laughter and not think about the scene which had just played out. Trying desperately to stem the flow, quickly ran to the toilet, as urine continued to leak out of her bladder and run down her legs, leaving rivulets on her jeans as she did so. These jeans were done for, that was for certain. But that scene! Megan quickly ripped her pants down and threw herself at the toilet as her bladder gave up the fight and began to completely empty. It was rather strange, she was peeing but the urge continued to grow as her bladder continued to force itself to empty. “Oh, oh!” Megan moaned as the pressure increased, the urine spurting from her shooting out like a fire hose as her bladder pulsated. She tried to relax, but her bladder kept squeezing despite being mostly empty. “Oh my god!” Drips of urine continued to fall from her as she pulled off her now sodden underwear and jeans and prepared to change into something else more comfortable. She knew she needed to drink more water to compensate, but was a bit apprehensive about the prospect of drinking so much this late in the afternoon. She already knew she was going to be in for a rough night and didn’t think her bladder would be able to take much more, but she also knew she would need to drink more water to get feeling more hydrated. A lot more water. Wiping off her legs with a piece of toilet paper, she sighed and looked around the bathroom before pulling off her shirt and bra as well. She was already in here and half naked, may as well take a shower while she was at it. At the very least, it would help get the sticky feeling of urine off her skin. Turning on the water for the shower, she involuntarily crossed her legs as her bladder spasmed at the sound of the splashing water. That was by far the worst part of turning on the shower in her opinion, but at least her bladder was empty! Climbing into the shower, she immediately relaxed in the heat of the water. Rivulets of water ran down her lithe body, dripping from her tits and curving around her ass as she leaned over and grabbed the wash cloth and soap. Slowly lathering the soap, she began rubbing it down her arms then down her sides being sure to scrub around her breasts. As her wash cloth slid over her tits, she felt a surprising rush of warmth in her lower abdomen. It almost felt like when the nurse had been filling her bladder for the capacity testing but not painful. In fact it was downright pleasant. One hand massaging her breast, the other hand ran slowly down her front and between her legs, beginning to rub her clit. The warm feeling continued to build as she rubbed, her bladder swelling as it filled once more with piss. Her breaths became more labored as she rubbed, her fingers sliding past her urethra which was beginning to spurt and into her vagina. Circling her thumb around and around her clit as her fingers delved deep into her vagina, she whimpered and bucked into the feeling, relishing the extra pressure her now full bladder was putting on the situation. She had never thought to be desperate when masturbating before, but it was certainly making the feelings more intense. Deeper and harder she pushed, her breaths coming in short pants as she moaned in pleasure. Short, desperate pants as she struggled once more to hold in her pee and maintain that feeling of desperation while also achieving an orgasm. Her toes curled as her pants turned to moans, the tidal wave of an orgasm riding up over her and consuming her thoughts. With a final howl, she came, her bladder suddenly releasing into her hand as she came. Urine and juices dripping through her fingers as she rubbed and lowered herself to the ground, her knees feeling weak. Slowly removing her hand and leaning against the side of the shower as the water continued to fall, she sighed with pleasure before rubbing her hand over her lower abdomen. If this was what an orgasm felt like with a full bladder, she would happily keep herself fully hydrated just to feel that again. ———— Nadia winced as she waddled through her apartment. All that she wanted to do was lie down and take a nap, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. In fact, naps the way she hoped to take them would likely not be happening at all during the experience. Apparently, someone somewhere had requested a wife and she hadn’t checked “no” to that option. She knew it had to be one of her classmates, but who could it be? A quick jab in the stomach from one of her babies reminded her of another stipulation which she hadn’t checked “no” to was having a family. And a family she was going to get. A large family. All shoved into a small, 2 bedroom apartment with only one toilet. Waddling to the toilet, she knocked on the door twice to make sure no one was in it before pushing the door open and wincing at the sight before her. Apparently, her children and “husband” were rather messy, leaving towels and dirty clothes on the floor which she immediately began bending over and trying to pick up, a task which the babies didn't like and immediately began ramming into her bladder in protest. “Ooo, please stop!” she gasped, bouncing slightly and bending her knees as small spurts of urine shot into her underwear at the pressure. “Please!” Ripping her pants down and throwing herself at the toilet, she was rather disappointed when only a small dribble escaped her bladder despite her still feeling as though she desperately needed to go. Wiping herself off in frustration and struggling to pull up her pants, she jumped slightly when she heard the front door open. “Honey, I’m home!” a sarcastic, female voice yelled. “What a shit show this is going to be.” Nadia stuck her head out of the bathroom and frowned. “Who are you?” “Who am I? Who are you!?” The shorter girl responded, adjusting her pants which were just a hair too tight around the waist and seemed to have an extra layer of fabric under them. “Nadia Teruli,” Nadia said, exiting the bathroom and awkwardly waddling forward. “Oh shit!” the other girl said placing her hand on her own stomach and gazing open mouthed at Nadia’s stomach. “Oh shit, and here I was thinking I had it bad!” Nadia raised an eyebrow as she shifted her weight, trying to get the babies into a more comfortable position only for two of them to slide down feet first onto her bladder and deliver two punishing kicks. If she couldn’t get them to reposition themselves before bed time, she didn’t think she would be sleeping anywhere other than on the toilet. “Sorry… Sorry…” The other girl said, holding up her hands. “I’m Rachael Pritcher. I guess I’m supposed to be your husband? I’m supposed to be a man for the week.” Nadia’s mouth fell open in shock and indignance at the other girl’s appearance. She was clearly not taking this scholarship seriously as very little about her had changed. She still had her long strawberry blonde hair pulled up into a bun on the back of her head, her breasts were just as round and perky as ever though she was clearly not wearing a bra, and Nadia couldn’t see any evidence of a penis prosthesis in Rachael’s pants. Pants which weren’t fitting because they were clearly cut for a male figure and definitely not for curvaceous hips like what Rachael was sporting. “What!” Rachael said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. “Did you honestly think that I was going to do that?! Ew! If I had known that this was going to be the outcome, I never would have come here. I only wanted to come on this trip so I didn’t have to go see my grandmother for a week.” Nadia smiled weakly, rubbing her stomach as she felt the babies shift around, reminding her what was at stake. “What about the scholarship?” “What about it?” Rachael asked, walking over to the kitchen cupboards and opening them, looking around for something. “Look, my dad already agreed to pay for my college in full, I don’t need a scholarship.” “So nothing has changed on you?” Nadia asked softly, jealousy clouding her voice. “Nothing at all?” “Ugh, fine!” Rachael said as she opened the fridge and pulled out a can of non-alcoholic beer and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, they insisted that I do something, even got Crenshaw in on it, so I have to pee standing up.” “That’s it?” Nadia growled as Rachael cracked open the can of “beer” and took a swig before sitting down and turning on the television. “That’s all you did?” “Yeah,” Rachael said pulling a device out of her pocket and holding it up. “They gave me this and told me to try it out. Said it’ll make it easier to aim at the toilet. Only have enough for two days though. Then I have to learn how to aim ‘properly’.” “Ew!” Nadia said, curling her lip at the device. “That’s so gross!” “I know, right!” Rachael groaned, pocketing the device once more. “They also said I can’t pee in the girls' bathrooms any more, but we’ll see about that!” “Sounds like you’re going to have an easy week,” Nadia chuckled, stretching her back. “Any idea who our “kids” are supposed to be?” Rachael shrugged and kicked her feet up on the coffee table, a mud clod falling from them and landing on the center of the table. “Only thing I know is that you are my wife for the week.” “Yup,” Nadia grimaced as she readjusted her bra, her breasts feeling full and uncomfortable in their cups. “Any chance you could help me pick up a little before the kids get here?” “Nah, that’s your job,” Rachael said, turning up the volume of the TV slightly and taking another swig of beer. “Husband, remember.” Nadia rolled her eyes and turned back to the bathroom, slowly leaning over and picking up the various articles of clothing which were on the floor, the babies once again protesting the movement but with protests focussed less on her bladder and more on each other. She had barely managed to fill half of a laundry basket when a knock was heard at the door. “Rachael, can you get that?” Nadia called, struggling to pick up the laundry basket onto her hip. “Yeah, yeah,” Rachael said, slowly getting up from the couch and going to the door. Peering through the peephole, Rachel sighed dramatically before undoing the locks and swinging the door open. “Kids are here.” ________________________ Eric stood in the door of his home for the next week and sighed. It was such a strange sensation having an entire skillset removed from you, especially one which was so intrinsically tied to growing up. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know how to use a toilet, he certainly remembered how to and could remember standing in front of one and letting it rip. It was as though there was a mental block in place. One which couldn’t be removed. One which he himself had chosen to put there. “Typically with incontinence or bladder weakness, the person is aware that they are going and know to try and make it to the toilet,” the nurse had said as he typed away on his computer, setting up the program for what Eric was about to experience for the next week. “What you are suggesting is certainly outside of the box, but I am more than happy to help you try to achieve this.” Eric had simply nodded and swallowed the pill. He knew he needed the scholarship money and he had seen Gracie draw the same card color as well. If ever there was a person who deserved a scholarship such as this, it was Gracie. She was sweet, smart, and so so funny. The only people who didn’t like her were the popular kids, but they were so full of themselves they couldn’t see a good person even if she came up and bit them. Walking over to the kitchen, Eric pulled down a glass and filled it with water. A strange pressure had been growing in his abdomen for the last two hours and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what it was. It almost tickled at first, but now it was almost painful. It was weird, he could remember feeling this way before, thus the reason he wasn’t overly concerned by the stomach pain, but he couldn’t place what it was that was making him feel this way. Squirming slightly as he poured himself a glass of water and sitting down, he was equally as surprised to feel a trickle of wetness in his diaper. Looking down in his shorts at the thick diaper which was strapped around his waist, he was surprised to see a small yellow stain begin to appear on the front of it, changing the color of the stripe in the front from a blue to a green. What in the… Oh. Right. That needed to get changed. Standing back up, he felt a sudden rush of warmth in diaper, the front of it drooping downward and pulling the front of his shorts down with it. In the back of his mind he felt as though this wasn’t normal, but the feeling of normality overrode it. It was as though he did this every day. Standing in front of the bathroom door, he stared at the strange contraptions within it for several moments before grabbing a replacement diaper, baby powder, and wipes. With practiced ease, he ripped off the old diaper, squeezing his dick to prevent the inevitable spurt as the cold air hit him, before giving himself a good dusting of baby powder and quickly pulling up the new diaper. His bladder was already beginning to leak once more, but at least his diaper wasn’t saturated. Looking over at the toilet once more, he frowned at the structure as a moment of recall came to his brain. He was supposed to … pee in that? Since when? That didn’t make any sense! Why would you pee into water and get rid of it that way? Why get rid of your natural water via more water? It was waste, why not throw it in the bin? Besides, it wasn’t like his bladder ever remained full. Sometimes it would fill up, but then it would all come at once, which was honestly more annoying than when he would just leak. But that was… normal? He shook his head as a memory surfaced once more of peeing into a toilet. When he needed to pee, he did it in his diaper. The mental block certainly was a strange one, but if it got them the scholarship… _______________________ Grace sat at the bus stop outside of the quaint gas station in the “log cabin district.” She would have been to her cabin by now if she hadn’t needed to get of the bus desperately in the “city center.” Her bladder just couldn’t take it any more and had started to leak fiercely as the woman next to her also squirmed. And just now, when she had hopped off the bus once again and ran into the gas station, she was accompanied by another woman who appeared to be nearing the end of her pregnancy. Taking a swig of her water, Grace pulled out her book and flipped to her marked page. It would be a while yet before the next bus would come, but at least now she was only three sectors away from her “home” hidden in the trees. An avid connoisseur of all things fantasy, to say that she was upset when finding out that the fantastical realms offered at Carsis were off limits would be an understatement. Who wouldn’t want to be a Wood Elf, living life in tree houses and swinging from vines? Or a centaur, running freely across the plains, the wind whipping through your hair as your hooves propelled you forward? It wasn’t fair! While she had initially sighed at her misfortune, she quickly realized that the stipulation wasn’t that the fantasy realm was off limits but rather that she simply couldn’t be a creature. She could live in the trees, she could say she was kidnapped as a child to live with the elves. She could develop whatever story she wanted, so long as she wasn’t a creature. So, cursed it was. Within the stipulation of her card, she had to have a weak bladder. She modified it slightly to a curse where if someone near her had to pee, she suddenly had to as well. But for her, it wasn’t something she could control: if they had to pee soon, she had to pee now. Her bladder would shrink and spasm and fill all on its own from the curse placed on her by a water sprite. The nurse who was doing her calibration had been cackling as Grace quickly manipulated the rules to fit her own agenda so she could live in the Wood Elf section of the resort. After a few stipulations were put into place such as having to spend at least half of the day with the humans in the resort, she had opted not to participate in the tour of the facility, choosing instead to go to the bus depot and ride that to her destination. Or try to. It seemed that the longer the day wore on, the more people there were on the buses who needed to pee. She had needed to get off of the first bus because of the squirming woman she had sat next to and then proceeded to miss the next bus because her bladder had immediately spasmed as soon as she had set foot on the bus, leading her to jump of and dash back into the toilet as her bladder instantaneously filled with urine and began to leak. “So where are you headed, Grace?” a familiar voice said from behind her. “Iggy?” Grace said, whipping around only to find herself staring at the pregnant woman who had disembarked alongside her. “Yup!” the woman laughed, her stomach shaking as she laughed happily, her eyes filling with tears. “Look at me!” “Look at you!” Grace said, running over and hugging her friend. “Oh Iggy! I’m so happy for you!” “I know!” Iggy said, tears of happiness dripping down her face as she began slowly spinning around running her hands softly over her overtly feminine body. Her hands paused to gently squeeze her breasts before running over her gravid stomach and around her ass, squeezing and shaking the cheeks. “They’re perfect!” “Did you ever think…?” Grace paused, gesturing to Iggy’s frame. “Not without hormones and lots of surgery,” Iggy sighed, sniffing and wiping the tears from her eyes. “And more money than I could ever dream of having. And to be pregnant? This is a dream come true!” Grace nodded happily, wiping her own tears from her eyes. For better or worse, Iggy had always been open about her sexuality. In spite of the very masculine figure she had been born with, she always managed to dress more stylishly as a girl than even the most preppy of cheerleaders. Frequently this led to horrific bullying at the hands of many of the boys in school, but Iggy was strong, sassy, and didn’t have any problem using that masculine body to throw a solid right hook at any boys or girls who dared to try to bully her. To see her like this was far more than a dream come true. “So where are you going? And what card did you get?” Iggy asked, rubbing her hand in circles over her belly, clearly relishing the feeling. “Tree Top,” Grace said, resting her hand on Iggy’s belly and smiling as the baby moved under her hand. “I am being ‘raised’ by the elves.” “Ooo!” Iggy squealed. “That must be a dream! But how’d you swing that?” “Got cursed by water sprites,” Grace said with a laugh. “Whenever anyone around me needs to pee, I need to as well.” Iggy nodded thoughtfully, her hand running over her stomach as the baby squirmed once more, settling itself head down in her pelvis, resting just above her pubic bone. Any small movement could send it sliding onto her bladder, at which point she was positive she would feel like she needed to go again. “Sounds rough. Other than with me, has it happened before?” “Yeah, I had to jump off my first bus because my bladder was going to explode. All because the person next to me had squirmed around a bit because they needed to pee,” Grace winced as her bladder began to rapidly fill once more. “Seriously Iggy?” “I’m sorry! I don’t even really need to go that bad! It's the baby!” Iggy apologized as Grace began shifting around for a few seconds before running back into the toilet. “I’ll hold the bus for you!”
  2. Sadly there wasn't much to report on that front. It was super hot and I hadn't brought a water bottle, so I didn't end up drinking very much because the water fountains were still closed for Covid and I didn't feel like spending $4 every time I wanted to get some water. There was a time where I was standing in the desert portion of the zoo and there was a trickling waterfall/stream thing that made me think that letting go a little bit would be a good idea, but I didn't have anything in the tank nor did I really want to push my luck and potentially wet in front of a bunch of children.
  3. This is a totally fictional story based on a TikTok I saw a few days ago, lost, and will likely never find again. Enjoy! ____________ “ROAD TRIP!” We all yelled, holding our hands up happily as we filmed the beginning of our trip for TikTok. This would be the first time we had gone on a road trip together since we had graduated college and gone our separate ways. Naturally, we had all come together for major life events, but the travel had always been separate. Now, however, we were in our thirties and you know what they say, thirty is the new twenty. Or something like that. It was going to be a girls only trip. No husbands, no children, just us! Just us and a three hour road trip to one of our old haunts where we would spend the week getting pampered before heading back to our normal, dreary lives. Honestly, our lives weren’t bad. I had become an accountant and worked for a small firm. It was a good job, I liked my boss, and it paid well. I had gotten married about a year after college to a handsome man and respectable lawyer. I had two children, Ian and Gracyn, who were the loves of my life but who were growing like weeds! I couldn’t believe they would both be in school this year! Rachel had finished her teaching degree with honors, worked for all of a year in the profession only to realize she hated it and got a job working as a paper pusher in the governor's office. That was where she met Adam, her now husband, who was working as a lobbyist. They hit it off right away and not even a year later were flying to Cabo to elope, dragging Jessica and I along as bridesmaids. After another year or so of trying, Rachel finally got pregnant with Mica, who is honestly one of the most adorable babies I have ever seen. Jessica went on and got her doctorate in geology and now works for an oil company making big bucks doing god only knows what. She’s explained it to me several times, but I never understood what she was talking about. Of the three of us, she’s the only one to not get married or have any kids, but she is dating some guy she met while in Dubai. We don’t think it’s that serious, but Jessica was always a wild card. “Oh my gosh guys!” I squealed as we piled into the car. “Can you believe we are finally doing this?!” “A week with no kids,” Rachel laughed, crossing her legs as she sat in the car. “No kids, no husbands…” “No responsibilities!” Jessica said, throwing her extra large water bottle in the back seat as she climbed in. “Oh it’s going to be so nice!” I said as I climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door. “I cannot wait to get a full body massage!” “Or just sit in the hot tub!” Jessica said over the roar of the engine. “I miss that thing so much!” “Don’t you get a hot tub in every hotel you stay at?” Rachel laughed, locking her ankles together as she did. Jessica rolled her eyes and looked out the window at the passing houses as we pulled out of my neighborhood. “Not that I ever get to use it! I barely even get to sleep in the hotels, let alone enjoy their amenities!” “Look at you using big words!” Rachel laughed again, shoving her hands into her crotch. “Listen here, Ms. English teacher!” Jessica laughed, pointing at Rachel jokingly while taking a swig of her water. “I don’t need any of your sass.” “Right, right,” I laughed as well, clenching my thighs together out of habit. After having two children, my bladder control wasn’t quite what it used to be and I would frequently leak just a little bit of pee. I wasn’t the only one with this problem, however, as Rachel routinely confessed to me that she too needed to pee more often. Speaking of which… “Ooo! Gas station!” Rachel pointed out as we neared the on-ramp to the highway. “Can we stop please! I forgot to get snacks!” I rolled my eyes, but pulled over. At least she was going before we got onto the highway, but I wish she had gone before we left my house. I might as well top up the gas tank while we waited. It was mostly full but still, better safe than sorry. I had barely pulled into a stall when Rachel threw open the door and started trotting into the station, her thighs pressing subtly against one another causing her butt to look more firm and perky. Clearly, snacks wasn’t the issue. “Snacks?” Jessica laughed, as she took another swig from her bottle. “She should have just said she needed to pee.” “Yeah,” I laughed, taking stock of my own bladder. I was good for now, but I’d probably need to go before we got there. Provided I didn’t have a bladder spasm, which seemed to be happening more and more frequently these days. At first I had thought I had a bladder infection, but the doctor assured me that wasn’t the case and if it got worse to go to a urologist. But that cost more money than I was willing to fork over right now, so pads it was. The gas finished filling the tank and Rachel came trotting back over, blushing as I pulled out my phone to document what snacks she had bought. “No!” She laughed, grabbing my phone away, making the video go blurry just as I turned the camera to catch all of us. “So rude! You don’t need to record me going to the bathroom!” “Yes I do! For posterity's sake!” I laughed, wrestling my phone away from her. “Or for posterior’s sake!” Jessica laughed, grabbing the phone and trying to point it at Rachel’s ass. “Noooo!” Rachel moaned, laughing as she tried in vain to steal the phone back. “I just had to pee, ok?!” “Fine, fine,” Jessica laughed, handing the phone back to me with a wink, letting me know she had saved the footage. “Come on, let's get back on the road!” With a laugh, the three of us piled back into the car and started back towards the highway. Traffic was terrible, but at least the cars around us were moving so we were making good time. Or decent time at least. “Hey Mal,” Jessica said, tapping me on the shoulder. “Do you want a mint?” “Yeah, sure!” I said, flipping my hand back behind my seat with practiced ease. “Your kids have you trained!” Jessica laughed, placing a few TicTacs in my hand before kicking her feet up on the console between the two front seats. “Does John do that too?” “You know it!” I laughed as I turned on the radio. “I do most of the driving though, so I have the driver’s side down more than he does! He’ll still drop things from time to time.” Jessica laughed as she took another swig from her bottle. “I bet the kids love that!” “Oh they do!” I responded as I flicked on the turn signal and merged into traffic. “They think it’s an absolute riot.” Suddenly, one of the songs we used to hear all the time in college came on over the radio, beckoning us all to start singing along to it. Belting out the lyrics, both real and made up, we continued on down the highway for a few minutes before I suddenly whipped the car over to the side of the road. All of the laughing and singing had done the trick; I needed to pee. Now. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I mumbled as the car slowly came to a stop on the side of the road, my hand buried in my crotch as my bladder begged for release. “Oh nooo!” Throwing off my seatbelt, I quickly bolted from the car and into the carpet of small white flowers which lined the side of the road. Ripping off my pants, I squatted down just in time for my bladder to give up the fight and begin emptying on its own. The spattering of pee and my sigh of relief drowning out the laughter from the car. “Say cheese!” Rachel laughed, filming me as I pulled my pants back up. “Shut up!” I said back jokingly, too relieved that I had managed to not pee my pants or the seat of my car to care. “At least I didn’t totally wet myself!” “That was only one time!” Rachel laughed back. “Come on, guys!” Jessica groaned from the back of the car. “We’ve got places to be! Places your small bladders apparently don’t want to go!” “Oh they’re going!” I laughed as I climbed back in the car. “Delete that footage, please, Rach!” “Fat chance in hell!” she said cackling. “I sent it to you. For posterior’s sake.” “Oooo, I’m gonna kill you!” I said as I pulled back into traffic. “I’m so going to kill you!” “Look, you delete yours, I’ll delete mine!” Rachel said, sticking her tongue out at me as though we were in grade school again. “Good thing I have a copy of both!” Jessica laughed, waving her phone around. “Assholes, the both of you!” I said, pulling up behind a slow moving semi. “Dammit!” On the side of the road was an orange sign showing road work ahead. All of the traffic was starting to merge into one lane and our speed slowed way down. The traffic cones pushed us from one lane to another, causing us to run over rumble strips and uneven road surfaces for what felt like forever. I didn’t know about how Rachel was feeling, but I was overjoyed to have peed before we entered the construction area. Jessica, on the other hand, looked rather uncomfortable, her bottle of water laying forgotten on the floor of the car. “Um, guys?” She said, crossing her legs. “You know that gas station up there?” “You need it now too?” I laughed. “Yeah,” She said, crossing her legs the other direction. “It’s hard to drink a gallon a day!” I sighed and put on my blinker, slowly making my way out of the line of cars and to the gas station, making sure to ride the rumble strips for longer than necessary. “Stoooop!” Jessica moaned, leaning forward desperately. “I need to pee!” As soon as I pulled the car up to the gas station, Jessica was out like a shot, sprinting to the toilet as though her bladder were going to give out at any second. “And she called us small bladdered!” I chuckled at the sight, pulling out my phone to catch her arrival back at the car. “You gonna film her too?” Rachel laughed. “Of course!” It took longer than expected for Jessica to return, but when she did, her arms were full of snacks and drinks. As soon as she saw the phone in my hand, she immediately began laughing and nearly dropped her stash. “You hungry?” I asked as she threw her pile of goodies into the car. “Not really,” she said as she climbed in. “But I did some math. At this rate, it’ll take us closer to six hours to get there, and I don’t really want to be starving when we arrive.” Rachel and I looked at each other in confusion before looking back at Jessica and her snack pile. Surely there wouldn’t be construction the whole way there and traffic was moving, so how did she figure that? “What do you mean?” Rachel asked, spinning around in her seat to look at Jessica. “We’ve been on the road for twenty minutes, right?” Jessica said, pulling out her phone. “In twenty minutes, we’ve gone a grand total of 6 miles.” I frowned and shook my head. There was no way! We definitely had gone farther than… that… I looked over my shoulder at what Jessica was looking at. There, on the hillside, plain as day, was my house. Three miles as the crow flies, but due to the winding roads, closer to six miles away. “How…?” “Because we all have had to pee!” Rachel howled, burying her hands in her crotch. “This is what it’s like road tripping in your thirties!” Thirty is the new twenty, my ass! ________________ Really wish I could have found that TikTok again guys!
  4. Already peed again, but this time I made it to the toilet at least! Shortly after I got off the toilet the last time, I finished the rest of the cranberry juice and the last of the water. I knew it wouldn't be long before I needed to go again and knew it would come on fast, so I made sure to put on a fresh pad (this is pad #4? I think?) and get to work writing. I wasn't wrong, not even 30 minutes after my last post, I could feel my bladder becoming uncomfortably full again. So again, I waited, still in the slightly wet clothes from last time. 45 minutes later, I was once again squirming on the plastic chair I was using as a desk chair. I let out a small spurt before standing and walking to the restroom as more spurts came out and began to fill the pad. I pulled down my pants and sat down just in time for my bladder to let loose another torrent of urine into the toilet. I'm going to stop drinking now, I'll probably pee at least twice more before going to bed. Good night all. I'll update this if anything interesting happens tonight or tomorrow because of these escapades.
  5. So, as it turns out, I couldn’t do my homework anyways because the professor is terrible at wording questions. So I moved on to writing other things and drinking. You guys, I had to pee so bad. I got through the emails while bouncing my legs like a maniac and as soon as I started trying to research some things for a story, it happened. Cranberry juice does a number on my bladder. Always has. And I just chugged half of a liter of it (still have half a liter to go). I swear, the urge to go came over me so suddenly I almost ran for the bathroom. But I waited. ”You can do this,” I told myself, burying my hands in my groin and dancing around. “Just a little longer!” Taking a deep breath, I sat back down at the desk and resumed what I was doing, letting out a small spurt into the pad to try and stave off the desperation that was building. And oh god was it building. Not five minutes after that initial spurt, I was once again rocking in the chair, the urge having built back up to the previous level. I tried letting out another spurt, but that was my undoing. One spurt turned into two. Two turned into a trickle. I sprinted for the toilet, wondering just how much the pad would hold as I desperately tried to hold it in. I was standing in front of the toilet when it happened. My bladder gave out, partially voluntarily, but gave out none the less. It kept coming and coming, the pad swelling until finally it couldn’t take it any more. I grabbed a towel and threw it on the ground trying to catch what I could but it kept coming and coming. Finally, it was over. My first ever wetting since potty training. The pad did an admirable job, and much of it ran down my legs and onto the towel. Now to do it again…
  6. I've been on vacation for the past week, though mostly with family, but today... today I'm on my own. I had a 5 and a half hour drive from where I was to where I am now (yay, midwest drive times), and had a thought about halfway here. Why not have a bit of fun while on my own? I've got some homework to do overnight before I get to do something that I've been wanting to do for a while tomorrow, so why not enjoy some alone time? So about 2 and a half hours into my drive, I started the prep work for a night of rapid desperation. Now let me tell you, there are very few rest stops that are near the highway in rural Iowa. So about every hour for the remainder of my drive, I was frantically looking for a gas station as I was continuing to chug water. I managed not to leak, but as I pulled into my hotel's parking lot, my bladder was once again full to bursting. I checked in, peed, checked the room for bedbugs (this is a hardcore roach motel, so checking the room is not an optional thing), and already was feeling like I needed to pee again. After peeing for the second time, I decided to go get dinner. Just something light to fill my stomach, nothing major. Then the fun part began. I only sat down to eat for about 20 minutes and began planning my next move. At home I have some super low dose diuretics (not loop diuretics or anything, just OTC non-prescription shit), but I didn't bring those with me so I went to Walmart in hopes of finding some. Word to the wise, Walmart does not carry OTC diuretics on a regular basis, so good luck. After searching high and low in the pharmacy section, I realized I had to come up with a back up plan soon as I was already starting to feel like going to the toilet would be a good idea. So, back up plan it was. The Plan Sitting in front of me are my biggest (nonalcoholic, I don't drink) bladder triggers. I have 2L of water, a Bang (for the carbonation and caffeine), and a liter of cranberry juice. My bladder is currently sitting at a rather irritated 5/10 (like I keep getting spurts of 7/10). At Walmart, I purchased some incontinence pads, the juice and the bang, and a pair of shorts and underwear that cost about $5 between the two of them that I won't mind making a mess out of if that happens. I have roughly 3 hours worth of homework to do, as well as some emails to respond to, then plan on working on The Carsis Experience Project (which is in the Fiction section of this page). The rules are as follows: I ultimately must finish the homework. I can go to the toilet as many times as I need BUT I cannot use the toilet until I have either leaked into the pad OR am physically in pain. If I hit the point where I am in pain, I must first try to pee in the pad a little bit before going, but if I am unable to do so, I am allowed to go to the toilet. I will have a timer set for every 15 minutes to remind me to drink. Tomorrow, weak or strong bladdered, I'm going to the zoo. This was the main reason for purchasing the incontinence pads as we all know what happens when you hold a lot and hyperhydrate one day then try to do something not related to omo the next. I'll keep you guys posted on how it goes. I really do want to pee right now though...
  7. Sigh... if only it wasn't so expensive to get there.
  8. I have! I'd be willing to bet that the anise/ licorice flavor is what threw you off. There is a type of absinthe that you can try called Lucid which does not have the hallucinogenic properties or a significant amount of wormwood, though I have also heard that the report of hallucinations due to absinthe were mostly pro-wine propaganda (as absinthe was a competing spirit). I thoroughly enjoy the stuff, but I'm also a licorice fiend so go figure. As for needing to make me pee, all alcohol except for beer almost immediately starts hitting my bladder. It's really the only thing other than cranberry juice that does that, but I can't stand getting drunk so that takes all of the fun out of it.
  9. I feel like this is what really drives a lot of the differences seen within the community. We as humans want what we can't have. In my case, I have strong bladder and can routinely hold for upwards of 12 hours without feeling anything. What turns me on more than anything is frequent desperation, urge incontinence, and weak bladders in general. The exact opposite of what I have. I'm sure there are people out there who would love to feel the bulge of a full bladder or not have that desperation constantly running their life and I'm sure there are some people who are happy and comfortable at their own level, but the beauty of omorashi is that it allows the fetishization (i don't know if that is a real word or not) of these feelings.
  10. I am loving all of the suggestions and will try my hardest to work them in as I work through the story! This is actually the extent to which I have pre-planned and pre-written, so from here on out, it will be mostly driven by what you all want to see. I feel like I've given you enough that you can now fully understand, build, and play in Carsis as much as you desire. So to celebrate this milestone, here is a nice long chapter for you all! Enjoy! __________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________ The tour of the facility had started off well enough. Once they had gotten all of their luggage loaded onto the back of the golf cart, a feat made more difficult by the addition of Nadia’s extra clothing bag and Megan’s incontinence products on top of all of the normal luggage they had brought for their week away, they bid farewell to the nursing staff and left the confines of main complex and began venturing out into the rest of the campus. Though made of gravel, the road they traveled on was well packed and quite smooth, a fact both girls enjoyed immensely. “So what do you two know about Carsis?” their tour guide asked as they crested a hill, the main villa disappearing behind the trees. “Other than what we just learned,” Megan said, gesturing at Nadia’s stomach and her own bladder. “Nothing.” “Alright then!” the tour guide said with a smile before turning down a small dirt path deeper into the woods. “I’ll take you to where this all began and go from there.” The dirt path meandered through the trees, going deeper and deeper into the forest. The trickling of a stream could be heard echoing off the rocks, a fact which made Megan immediately squirm and cross her legs. It wasn’t long, though, before the path opened up to a small clearing with several small medieval styled houses arranged as though they were a homestead. Chickens roamed freely around the houses and a few barnyard animals could be heard rustling around in the hay. Birds chirped in the distance, giving the entire scene a surreal feeling. “This is the original site of the Carsis Experience Project. It was originally designed by our founder to be a getaway from the real world where she and her friends could go to escape reality,” the tour guide said, slowly driving the girls around the cabins. “Over time, our founder found she did not just want to get away from the real world, but escape reality as a whole. An engineer and programmer by trade, she began building the technology necessary to transform this location from a simple cabin in the woods to the project as we know it today.” Driving away from the cabins and along a different path from the one they came in on, the tour guide pointed upwards towards a complex of treehouses. Appearing as though they were floating amongst the trees, the houses themselves appeared to be occupied as flickering light revealed movement that could be seen within them. Large, floating lights danced between the trees, adding to the sense of mysticism. “As the project grew, she knew she would need to develop it in ways which would both entice people to come in and enrich their lives. Not everyone would want to live as a simple human in a mystical world, after all. So as she opened it up to the world, she began adding different lives which could be lived.” The tour guide continued along the path, pointing out various other structures including an entrance to a tunnel which led to an apparent dwarven stronghold, an orcish fort, and a strangely decorated nomadic tent set up which the guide explained was used for the first animatronic prosthetics. “These prostheses were used to transform the user from a human into a centaur,” he explained as they passed. “But not just to make them look like a centaur, the founder had built technology which allowed those using it to physically feel as though they were a centaur. Those who chose to be centaurs not only looked the part, but were no longer bipedal humans. With the prosthetic on, they became functionally quadrupedal. They were centaurs.” “But not everyone desired life in a fantasy realm,” he continued as they passed the centaur’s field and continued on towards the first homestead, a house seemingly taken from the old west prairies and dropped there. “Some wanted just a simple life. So she had more functional locations built, expanding the prosthetics she had previously designed to fit other aspects of the experience to meet customer demand and desire.” Megan nodded but frowned as she shifted her weight around slightly. Though it had barely been 15 minutes since she had last gone to the toilet, she was beginning to feel the pressure of her bladder once more and wondered how much longer the tour would be. The nurse had told her it was a short tour, but apparently her bladder had an even shorter wait time. “So I get where some prosthetics like Nadia’s came from, but what about in my case?” “There’s something for everyone,” the tour guide said with a wink. “And what may seem strange to one person is another person’s burning desire to experience.” As they rounded the corner into what appeared to be a Victorian style mainstreet, Megan’s bladder suddenly spasmed leaving her gasping at the severity of it and desperately trying to prevent it from emptying right then and there. Her bladder pulsating and squeezing fiercely as she tried once more to breathe through the spasm. It was no longer a matter of she needed to go soon, it was a matter of she needed to go now. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped out as her bladder slowly began leaking despite all her best efforts. “I need a toilet right now.” “Ok, we’re almost to the drugstore,” the tour guide said, pointing at a building several blocks up the road. Megan looked at it frantically, knowing that at the speed they were going she wouldn’t make it. She already had a wet patch beginning to show on her jeans and no amount of squeezing her legs would prevent her from wetting fully before they made it. As if to add insult to injury, her bladder let loose another spasm, shooting more pee into her now sodden panties and increasing the wet spot on her jeans. A desperate thought shot through her head as she jumped from the golf cart, ignoring the urine now actively spurting from her bladder, ripped her pants down, and squatted in a bush just on the side of the road. The relief was so instantaneous, she couldn’t even try to hold it back. While the stream of urine that came from her didn’t last as long as she thought it would, it felt so good to be free of the urgency for the moment. “Damn!” Nadia said, leaning over in the cart. “You weren’t kidding!” “I’m so sorry guys!” Megan said, pulling her pants up as quickly as she could, her face beet red. ”I couldn’t wait.” “It’s fine,” the tour guide said with a wave of his hand. “We’ll still stop at the drugstore so you can get cleaned up.” “And so I can pee!” Nadia said, locking her ankles in much the same way Megan had just a few moments earlier and rubbing her stomach. “I think you gave the babies ideas.” The tour guide chuckled and quickly drove the two girls to the drugstore, making sure to give directions on the way as to where the toilets were located. “Toilets are located at the back of the store,” he said as they pulled up. ”There’s no key, so just walk on back.” Both girls quickly climbed from the cart and made their way inside, Nadia pausing occasionally to cross her legs and shove her hands in her groin As the babies pressed and stretched against her bladder. During her calibration, she had asked her nurse what were some of the more common complaints of pregnancy, hoping to rack up as many points as possible for her team. Though none of the complaints sounded great fun, she knew she needed to choose something. So she asked for a larger stomach, one she could see nothing over, a larger set of breasts which felt sore and full of milk, and a bladder bombarded by the kicks of her children. The weight of her stomach had been resting on her legs as they drove, the feeling of the movement lulling the babies into a sleepy state, but once they stopped for Megan to pee, the kicks and movement returned full force. It felt as though one child were trying to nuzzle into her bladder itself while another stomped on it. While this hadn’t been much of a problem at the villa, her bladder was now somewhat full and each movement left her begging for release. A kick to her bladder as she made her way through the door made her wince, a trickle of pee flowing into her panties for a second before she got it under control. “Found them Nadia!” Megan said at the back of the store. “Thank god!” Nadia said, picking up the pace as much as possible, her stomach swinging with each step. As soon as she got to the door to the toilet, she tried to swing it open only to find it locked shut. “Occupied!” A familiar voice called. “How much longer are you gonna be?” Nadia moaned, a kick landing squarely on her bladder sending a spurt of urine into her underwear. “I don’t know, Nad!” Tyler called back, his voice sounding slightly strangled. “Go somewhere else!” “Dammit Tyler!” Nadia yelled, pounding on the door, her legs pretzeled together. A small wet patch was beginning to grow on her jeans. “I’m peeing my pants here!” “Too bad! Go somewhere else!” Tyler said, something in his voice still sounding slightly off. “I gotta go too!” Nadia pounded once more on the door to the toilet before she stepped back with a gasp, her hands flying into her crotch, desperately trying to hold the tidal wave of urine within her as a flurry of kicks landed on her abused bladder. A moan and a gasp escaped her lips as her bladder gave up, rivulets of urine running down her legs and into her shoes. She had wet herself! “Tylerrrrr!” Nadia moaned, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked over her large stomach towards the floor. “Tyler, god dammit!” Megan said, banging on the bathroom door as Nadia looked around frantically for something to clean up her mess with. “Nadia just pissed her pants! And I need to go too!” “Fine! FINE!” Tyler yelled, throwing open the door as he zipped up his pants. “Fine! I’ll just pee later! Not that I don’t have to go too!” “You can piss anywhere!” Nadia said as she shoved past Tyler and into the toilet to get cleaned up a bit and let out the last little bit of pee she had inside her. Megan glared at Tyler as he gritted his teeth and rubbed his lower stomach. Tyler was a party boy whose claim to fame was completing any dare given to him such as writing his full name on the wall of the school in piss after getting exceptionally drunk at a house party. He was notorious amongst the seniors for threatening to do the same thing sober. No one doubted his bladder capacity or ability to do so, but some doubted he would do it again simply because he wanted it to remain a legend. Chances were he would have been the number one culprit for any urine-related pranks simply because of this and he wanted it to remain this way. “Gives the newbs a chance to do something crazy!” he’d say with a laugh before betting someone $5 he could eat their entire slice of pizza in one bite. “What gives?!” Megan said as the shopkeep, drawn by all the commotion, silently slid into the utility room to grab a mop. Tyler shrugged and rolled his eyes, moving his hand away from his lower stomach and crossing his arms over his chest. “Doesn’t matter.” “Bull!” Megan said, subtly crossing her legs as the force of her statement caused her to leak a drop into her still rather moist panties. “It does too matter!” “How was I supposed to know what you all ended up with, huh?” Tyler growled out, shifting his weight slightly on the balls of his feet. “It wasn’t like I knew Nadia was suddenly ready to pop or that you…” “Can hardly hold my pee?” Megan spat back. “You should have guessed, dipshit! Why else would we have stopped at a bathroom on a short tour? Why would anyone have stopped at this toilet of all toilets!” Tyler rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Yeah Meg, why would anyone stop at this bathroom of all bathrooms? Hm? I wonder! Did you ever think that it’s not just you girls who have to piss!” “You’ve literally peed on a tree!” Megan said exasperatedly. “I’ve seen you!” “Yeah, well that was before … this!” Tyler motioned wildly around him. “That’s not something that’s going to happen for the next week!” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Megan stomped her foot, another spurt of urine shooting from her bladder into her pants, causing her to awkwardly hold her thighs together so as to not allow the leak to turn into anything further. “I … I,” Tyler stuttered, an unnatural flush burning his cheeks. “I … can’t say!” “You literally can’t say?” Nadia said, waddling out of the toilet, her pants still quite stained but slightly more dry from the hand towel which had been used on them. Tyler nodded, rubbing his throat. His bladder was uncomfortably full, to the point he would normally have given up the fight and gone to the toilet, but he couldn’t go. Not yet. Not until the girls left. And the shopkeeper. And the tour guides. The toilet needed to be completely empty for him to even attempt going. He hadn’t even heard of a shy bladder before coming to this crazy resort. He had heard of people having other problems with their bladders, hell, even his grandfather had problems with his prostate and needed to piss all the time and his mom had the bladder size of a pea, but this was a new one for him. “Ah, an interesting one!” his nurse had said as he entered the information into the computer. “A shy bladder! We rarely get those! I’m glad they chose to include this one!” “What even is a ‘shy bladder?’” Tyler had asked with a laugh. “It’s not like it’s playing hide-and-go seek or something, right?” “No,” the nurse had chuckled. “Do you like playing logic games? Or games with logistics in them?” Tyler had shrugged, “I mean, kind of? They’re not really my cup.” “Ok, well, this will make your life a game of logistics,” the nurse had said. “You will only be able to pee in certain circumstances. Like if you are alone in the room. It will be up to you to navigate through these difficulties.” They had discussed the logistics of this for a while before Tyler finally figured out what parameters he wanted to set. Naturally, he wanted a challenge and why wouldn’t he? $20,000 was on the line! So he set some rather interesting parameters for his bladder and called it good. If there was another person with a shy bladder, he was certain his would be the most shy of all of them. Who talks about bladders anyways? Now, standing in front of two of his good friends, his bladder throbbing but refusing to release, he regretted his decision. He really had to go and had almost been able to convince himself that he was alone in the store and the shopkeeper had gone across the road when Nadia and Megan showed up and started banging on the door. Couldn’t a guy just be left alone to piss for five minutes? And as much as he wanted to reach down and hold himself, that wasn’t allowed either. He had made it so it wasn’t just his bladder that was shy, but himself as well. He couldn’t talk about it, he couldn’t grab or readjust himself, and he certainly couldn’t piss if there was anyone nearby. They might hear something! Unfortunately, that left him with no way out, no way to prevent himself from peeing, and a full bladder that he physically could not empty in front of anyone unless his bladder simply overflowed. “So what can you say?” Nadia said as Megan rolled her eyes and went into the toilet herself. While she wasn’t desperate, she did need to try and dry out her underwear. And try to pee a little. “Nothing is wrong, I’m fine.” Tyler said as his bladder once again reminded him it was quite full. His eye twitched slightly as his bladder stretched. If only he hadn’t drunk that liter of soda before they got on the bus, he’d have been fine. But man did he need to go! “Ok then,“ Nadia said suspiciously, side-eyeing him for a moment before wincing as one of the babies nailed her right in the bladder once more, sending a wave of desperation through her despite knowing her bladder was empty. “Are you ok?” Tyler asked, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah. Kinda,” Nadia said with a chuckle, her gravid belly and large breasts jiggling. “I mean, these ‘babies’ just made me piss myself.” Tyler smirked and scratched his stomach to subtly cover the rub of his bladder. “More points for you then, I guess.” “Yeah, but I’m nowhere near as bad as Megan,” Nadia said, continuing to giggle. “She pissed herself earlier laughing at me!” “I leaked!” Megan said, coming out of the bathroom just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. “I’ve managed to avoid completely pissing myself so far!” “Oh, please,” Nadia said jokingly. “I saw that wet spot on your pants.” “At least mine didn’t get into my shoes!” “At least you could!” Tyler said quietly, though he wasn’t sure the girls heard him. “You really couldn’t go?” Megan asked, her eyebrows shooting upwards in astonishment. “Seriously?” “Wait. So you have to all the time. You have the babies sitting on…” Tyler motioned towards his groin as his throat closed up before he could mention the bladder, his own bladder begging for release that he knew he could not have anytime soon. “And you can’t talk about it.” Megan finished. “Or go? Isn’t that dangerous?” “I can… just….” Tyler sighed. “Not right now. Not around you all.” “Well shit,” Megan said, folding her arms. “Shit.” Nadia frowned before looking frantically around the hall, making sure none of the staff were nearby. The shopkeeper had been rather quick and silent about cleaning up her earlier accident and had rather quickly returned to his post behind the counter while the two tour guides were seeming to peruse the shelves. There didn’t appear to be any cameras or anything watching them, but from the few experiences they had had up to this point at Carsis, she was concerned that this may not be the case. “Guys, when I went to the supply shop, I overheard some of the workers talking about how they weren’t a fan of doing laundry here and how the next week was going to be awful and how they expected to come home smelling like piss from it,” Nadia whispered, a hand resting on her stomach. “So?” Tyler asked. “So what?” “What if…” Nadia paused, her hand involuntarily stroking her stomach to try and calm the children who were once again bouncing around. “What if our entire group has something going on with our bladders? Wouldn’t that just be shit?” “Yeah,” Tyler agreed. “Watch, they’ll schedule an assembly or something midway through, just to spite us.” “But why?” Megan asked, licking her dry lips knowing she would need to start sipping on the bottle of water the nurse had given her soon and mentally groaning. “Look, I bet the cards have something to do with this,” Nadia said quietly. “I had a black card and ended up pregnant. Meg, you had a blue card and have to pee all the time. And Tyler…” “Yellow,” Tyler nodded, his bladder warning once again that he needed to go soon though he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything once he got there if the girls were still around. “So if we find anyone with any other cards of our same color, we’ll know for sure if this is what the cards meant!” Megan said, snapping her fingers. “But what about the other cards? What do they mean?” “I guess we’ll just have to find out!” Nadia said rather excitedly, one of the babies kicking her in the kidney as it joined in the celebration. “OW!” “But first,” Megan said. “We should finish the tour. We have a whole week to figure it out and I would like to be in my new digs before I really have to pee again. I really didn’t like peeing in a bush.”
  11. There's one more chapter of "hey, we're getting there" before we dig into the "rules" of Carsis, so I've just included the following chapter into this one. Glad you think it's interesting and I really hope you'll like this. _____________________________ _____________________________ Carsis Experience Resort looked for all intents and purposes like a beautiful Spanish style villa built on a hill overlooking rolling hills to the south and east, a forest to the north, and a large lake to the west. Off the back of the building was a well trimmed hedge fence surrounding a large, well groomed yard with several cabins of various styles smattered about. By the lake were several additional cabins as well as a few houseboats floating in the lake itself. Dotted amongst the trees, several more cabins could be seen, their windows flickering with warm candlelight despite the dark forest surrounding them. Even the hills contained several small cottage like cabins which appeared to be set up to look like farmsteads. As the buses approached the main entrance to the villa, they were stopped by a man dressed in a formal uniform, who alighted the first bus with practiced ease, speaking rapidly to the driver, before stepping off and waving the first bus around the gravel road in front of the villa and into the covered parking just to the east of the villa. The uniformed man then motioned for the following buses to follow suit before reaching a hand up to his ear and speaking rapidly to a hidden entity within the complex. Once all of the buses were parked, the uniformed man calmly stood near the sweeping staircase at the front of the building, a kind smile frozen on his face as the students disembarked the buses and marveled at the building and its grounds. “Welcome, everyone,” he said softly, though his voice commanded the attention of all around. “To Carsis Experience Resort. My name is Michael and I am the caretaker of this resort. I’m sure you are all wondering what we mean when we say this is an experience resort, but I am hardly the one best suited to explain the wonders of this place. For that, we will have to go inside. Does everyone have their luggage? Yes? Follow me please!” Michael quickly turned and began leading the group down the gravel path to the main entrance. As they began climbing the sweeping staircase to the grand entrance, Michael turned around and, continuing to climb the stairs backwards, continued his speech until everyone was stood facing the large, ornately decorated stained glass doors. “As you enter, each of you will be given a card. This card will divide you into general groups so you can be on-boarded in a more timely manner. Please only take one card as you enter and proceed directly to your color’s door.” Michael then motioned for the teachers to come forward, their boxes of cards in hand. Gently positioning them so they stood either side of the door, he then removed a key from his pocket with a flourish and unlocked the entrance with a click. “Welcome to Carsis.” __________________________________ Megan sighed as she sat in the blue lobby, turning her card over and over in her hand, trying to make sense of it. There wasn’t a single mark on the card indicating what it meant, though she wasn’t truly expecting anything of it. It was just a sorting tool anyways; that much had been made perfectly clear to everyone. It sucked though. Hannah and Liz had gotten orange cards, Liam had gotten red, Tyler yellow, and Nadia black. She was the only one to have gotten blue of her friends, so here she was all alone with only Gracie the weirdo to keep her company. Flicking her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and adjusting her tank top, she sighed once more before pulling out her phone only to realize there was no service and her battery was almost dead. A cursory glance around the room revealed there were no outlets anywhere for her to plug her phone in. What kind of resort was this that didn’t even have the most basic amenities?! Gritting her teeth in frustration, she threw her phone in her bag and crossed her arms over her chest. “Didn’t bring a book?” a soft voice chimed from right next to her. “Why would I want to bring a book on vacation, dork?” Megan said, rolling her eyes as she picked up her phone and instinctively looked at it again. “Not everyone wants to spend their days with their nose in a book.” Gracie rolled her eyes before flipping the page of her book loudly. “Not everyone gets upset about not having cell service either.” “Megan Lecham?” A voice called to her from the side door. “Here!” She said chipperly while glaring daggers at the smaller brunette. “Follow me please.” “See you around, loser,” Megan whispered as she grabbed her suitcase to follow the woman who had called to her. “Hope nothing happens to your book.” Purposefully knocking into Gracie’s hand and sending her book crashing to the ground, Megan strode confidently to the door, beaming at the woman who was waiting. “Follow me please,” a woman dressed in a blue and white striped dress with a white apron and nurses cap said, turning quickly and leading Megan down a long hallway with a blue stripe running down the middle and many identical dark wooden doors spaced evenly along its length. Behind each door, Megan was sure she could hear the murmurs of her classmates who had been called from the blue room before her. The woman who appeared to be a nurse stopped abruptly in front of a door near the middle of the hallway and ushered Megan in. Sitting herself daintily behind a desk, the woman folded her hands in her lap and smiled widely at Megan. “Well Megan, what do you know of Carsis?” she asked. Megan shrugged as she sat her book bag on the floor next to her suitcase before taking the chair opposite the nurse. “Nothing, unfortunately. It seems beautiful here, but… a bit… dated.” The nurse laughed a bit at that before rummaging around in her desk for a second. Pulling out what appeared to be the very end of a lightning cable from a small jar, she handed it over to Megan. “This will allow you to charge your phone here. We don’t have standard outlets here, so this allows you to place your phone on any flat surface and it will charge. Any counter space here functions as a wireless charger; doesn’t break the experience quite so much for those who do not wish to have electronics around.” “Oh, wow!” Megan said, popping the lightning adapter in her phone and setting it on the nurses desk, noting in awe that the phone immediately began charging. “So you know nothing of Carsis? Nothing at all?” The nurse said calmly. Megan shook her head, her eyes flitting around the room. What other hidden features did this place have? “Ok then!” the nurse said, brimming with poorly covered excitement. “Carsis is a one of a kind resort specializing in the ultimate escape from reality. I’m sure you saw the cabins outside? Well each of those is for an experience. Let’s say you wanted to experience life in the 1800’s as a pioneer. We would set you up in one of the cabins in the woods, far enough from the road you wouldn’t be able to see any modern technology. Throughout your stay, all interactions you would have would be with staff specially trained to give you the most realistic experience possible. “But let’s say you want something more extreme. Let’s say you wanted to experience what your life would be like if you were pregnant. We would provide you with a highly intuitive prosthetic which would temporarily bind with your nervous system and make you feel as though you were actually with child. If you wanted to be blind, we have the technology to do that as well.” Megan’s eyes went wide as the possibilities of such a place ran through her head. She could literally be anything she wanted? Anyone she wanted? For the full week? She could be a princess in a castle, or an elf in the forest, or a wealthy aristocrat! The world was her oyster and she could have it all for a week! “Typically you would be able to choose most, if not all, of the parameters for your stay,” the nurse continued. “However, your teachers decided that all of you should go down the ‘life experiences’ track as oppose to any historical or fantastical tracks we also offer.” Megan felt her dreams crumble somewhat, the rug pulled from under her. She could still be the wealthy woman she always dreamed of. She could do… “In fact, they requested we randomize the experiences as much as possible. So, operating with that knowledge, are you ready to start the onboarding process?” Megan almost nodded but stopped. “Will I have any say in anything?” “Oh heavens yes,” the nurse said with a laugh. “Onboarding is where you’ll get to choose as many of the parameters as you can so long as the overarching theme is kept. For example, you couldn’t say you want to have perfect vision but the life experience you are to have is blindness. You would, however, be able to choose the layout out of your room, your comfort level, and how much assistance you would be given. Does that make sense?” Megan nodded slowly, though she still was uncertain. There was no way this would be the vacation she thought it would be. She just hoped she wouldn’t be in a wheelchair or maimed in some way. The idea of being like that made her shudder. “Are you ready to begin?” the nurse said, her finger hovering over the enter key of the keyboard. Megan swallowed hard, her palms suddenly sweaty. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” “Fantastic!” the nurse said, gently tapping the key. “Let’s begin.” _____________________________________ _____________________________________ Megan blew out slowly though her nose as she threw her luggage onto the small sofa in her quaint cottage on the edge of the forest. She could do this; it was only a week. A week of constantly running to the toilet. Onboarding had been much different from what she had thought it would be. This wasn’t just pretending, this was a reality simulator where everything you did was truly affected by the choices you had made during the initial process. The “life experience” she had been given was that of a person with an overactive bladder. “Oh!” the nurse had exclaimed when that had come across the screen. “That’s an interesting one! There’s so many different parameters you can set!” “Like what?!” Megan had barely resisted screaming. “How often I piss myself?!” “If that’s what you want, then yes,” the nurse said, looking rather put out. “It could be how often you feel the urge, how full your bladder actually is when the urge hits, how much time you have to make it to the toilet when you start feeling the urge… things like that.” Megan huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. This was not what she had had in mind! Not at all! “Where do we start?” “Ok, so there is a competition set up by your instructor to help you make more … difficult decisions. Each … we will call them disadvantages… you choose, you will be given a point. The more disadvantages you place on yourself, the more points your team will accumulate. At the end of the week, the team with the most disadvantages who was also the most productive will be given a $20,000 scholarship to the school of your choice.” Megan bit her lip and frowned. $20,000 per person? For only a week of… disadvantages? That seemed an easy prize. A prize that would be hers, even if she had to wet herself every half hour to get it. Hell, she’d even wear a diaper if that would be the winning factor. “How do we start?” Megan asked firmly, a goal now in mind. “That’s the spirit!” the nurse said with a chuckle. “First, I’m going to have you take one tablet for me.” “What kind of tablet?” Megan asked though she still held out her hand. “Some kind of water pill?” The nurse shook her head in amusement. “More like… nanobots. They can only do what we tell them to, degrade after a week, and are easily processed out of the system, but we use them frequently for more complicated experiences.” Megan stared at her wide eyed for a moment before taking a deep breath, popping the pill in her mouth, and swallowing. $20,000 scholarship. $20,000 scholarship. “Ok, now let’s talk appearances. Do you want to look the same or do you want to change something about yourself. We can’t do massive weight loss, but we can do weight gain, pregnancy, or various small body modifications.” Megan shook her head after a moment. She was fine being herself. She didn’t even want to think about trying to manage different sizes while desperately dancing in front of the toilet. Or running into things or tripping and pissing herself. That would be awful. “Ok, so let’s think lifestyle. Do “you” drink?” “Not often,” Megan said after some thought. “Can you make it so if I do it makes everything worse?” “Absolutely!” The nurse smiled, tapping a few keys on her keyboard. “Smoking of any kind?” “Nah,” Megan said, crinkling her nose. “No drugs either.” The nurse nodded, clicking on a few things on the screen. “Ok, any chronic problems?” “Other than needing to pee all the time? Nothing.” The nurse smiled and nodded, her fingers flying over the keys with practiced ease. “So you want the bladder problem to be chronic in nature?” “Yeah,” Megan said with a shrug. “Why not.” “Ok, so, moving on to diet. Anything you can’t or won’t eat? This could be in reality or in the experience.” “Could I keep the fridge stocked with coke?” Megan asked. “That always makes me need to pee at home.” “Absolutely, though you won’t have to worry about not peeing,” the nurse said, making a note of the request. “Anything else?” “No, I’ll eat anything.” “Ok, so now how frequently do you normally pee?” Megan frowned for a moment as she thought about it. She was terrible about drinking enough, so she hardly had any urge to go. She would just go to the toilet if she needed it. “Probably every 6 hours or so,” Megan mumbled, her face turning slightly red. “Ok, now normally we would recommend for someone who normally goes that much to increase that frequency to every 2 hours as you would certainly feel the change. For this experiment, however, I will let you decide. Bear in mind that the more frequently you need to go, the more points you’ll get.” “Is there a way to, I dunno, randomize it?” Megan asked, nerves already beginning to creep in. “Yes,” the nurse nodded. “I just need a range of time frames and I can set up a randomizer.” “How about…” Megan paused for a moment as she thought, her teeth worrying her lower lip. “Between 10 minutes and an hour between pees.” The nurse nodded her head before typing frantically once more. It took her a few moments longer than before, but soon enough, she leaned back and smiled. “Done. Ok, now, do “you” leak ever? Like if you cough or sneeze? “ Megan nodded without a moment's hesitation. She needed all the points she could muster if she and the rest of her ”team” were going to win. “I dribble every time I cough or laugh and can potentially wet if I sneeze too much.” The nurse nodded once more, a small smile flitting across her face. The teen in front of her was certainly going to be in for an interesting time during this experience. “Ok, so during the day you’re going to be going every 10 minutes to every hour with the potential to leak if you laugh, cough, or sneeze. What about at night? How often will you need to get up?” Megan bit her lip as she thought about it. She really did like her sleep and needed at least 7 hours to feel even the least bit functional. 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep, however, did not seem like it was a logical possibility in this scenario, but she was a rather heavy sleeper once she was out. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “I’m a heavy sleeper normally.” “Protection is not outside the realm of possibility.” Megan nodded and sighed. “Lets say…. 4 or 5 times every night, but I probably won’t make it every time.” A few taps on the keyboard later and the nurse nodded once more. “Alright! I just have a few more things to calibrate and a few tests to run and we’ll take you to your cabin!” the nurse said as she skimmed over the information she had put into the system before turning to the cabinet behind her and removing an absorbent pad and handing it to Megan. “You may want to be sitting on this before we start. You may also want to remove your pants and underwear.” Megan’s eyes went wide before she quickly pulled her pants and underwear down and sat on the pad. It was quite obvious what was going to happen, but she couldn’t help but feel afraid. She hadn’t peed herself since she was six and even then that was because she had forgotten to go and had been drinking soda for the first time ever. Ever since then, she had worked extremely hard to make sure she had never had to go that bad again. Once was bad enough! “Ok,” the nurse said, pulling a dial closer to her. “Now, we’re going to start by calibrating the nanobots to what the size of your bladder is right now. This is going to feel very strange, but the bots are going to start filling your bladder, so please let me know when you are feeling the urge to go.” Megan squirmed at the thought though she didn’t truly feel the need just yet. She had made sure to empty her bladder at the truckstop on the way here as she knew there was a chance that they would be waiting for a long period of time before she would get the chance again, and that was only an hour or so ago. Surely they would be sitting there for a while before she needed to go again, even with the nanobot’s help. Suddenly, as though a wave came over her, she felt her bladder expand, filling rapidly with urine. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped almost involuntarily as her bladder instantly began to send signals that it was full. Soon she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist and would need to run to the toilet or risk pissing on herself. “I… I’m feeling it now!” Megan gasped, squirming involuntarily on the pad as the pressure continued to increase, causing it to ride up slightly between her round, athletic buttocks. “Oooohh, I really need to go!” Suddenly, without warning, the notable increase in pressure stopped, leaving her scrambling to put pressure on her pussy to try and stop the inevitable flow. Oh how she needed to pee! It was absolutely unreal how badly she needed to go. “Ok,” the nurse said, tapping a few more keys on the keyboard, ignoring her squirms. “This next part is going to be extremely uncomfortable for you, but that’s ok. If you leak or completely wet, that is a part of the process. This will only last for a moment, but what I want you to do is try to hold as strongly as you can.” Megan nodded, rocking back and forth on the bed for a moment before a spasm began in her lower stomach. It felt as though all of the pressure that was in her bladder was trying to force its way out all at once. It felt as though water was pouring into her bladder! She swore she could almost hear it as it pushed its way into her organ. Her lower abdomen began to swell slightly as she hung on, squirming desperately as urine tried in vain to push its way out. “Do you feel full?” the nurse said, tapping a button on the keyboard less than a minute after they had started. “Ye-es!” Megan moaned, crossing her ankles and jamming her hands between her legs in a desperate attempt to stop the drip she could feel coming out. “Oh. Oh God!” The nurse nodded, her hand hovering over the keyboard almost gleefully. “Alright, I’m going to start inputting all of the settings we previously discussed. If you pee, that is fine. That pad will absorb everything. I’ll begin by setting up the leaks, ok?” Megan nodded, legs locked together like a pretzel. “First, cough for me,” the nurse said, her eyes locked on a graph on the screen. Megan coughed, whimpering as her bladder pulsated at the movement but relieved when nothing came out. The nurse clicked a few things on the screen and seemed to be inputting some numbers for a few seconds before she turned back to Megan briefly. “Once more, please. You will leak this time, just so you know.” Megan nodded, a bright red blush spreading over her cheeks as she took a deep breath and coughed once more. A small rush of urine shot from her bladder, quickly soaking into the pad below her. Desperately, she locked her ankles and jammed her hands into her crotch. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “Oh my God, I just peed!” The nurse nodded knowingly before she continued to type on the screen. “Are you ready to continue?” Megan nodded, her desperation continuing to build as she leaned forward slightly. The leak had done nothing to help her bladder, in fact she was feeling even more desperate than before! She had half a mind to release her bladder right there, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the nanobots would just fill her up again to finish the “calibration.” “Ok, next we’re going to set bladder size. In order to accommodate for the frequency you will be going so you don’t lose a dangerous amount of fluid when you totally empty your bladder, I’m going to shrink your bladder a bit. Again, you will leak quite a substantial amount; don’t worry, this is completely normal.” Again, Megan nodded, steeling herself against the incoming feeling of wetness. Though her desperation did not decrease, she could feel pee slowly leaking out around her buttocks momentarily before the pad wicked the moisture away. Rocking forward as she tried to change the pressure, she was shocked when another spurt of urine shot from her tortured bladder. “The hell?!” She gasped, twisting her knees and locking her ankles even farther. “Oh God, I just peed again.” “Don’t worry about it, the pressure change from moving with such a full bladder is what did it,” the nurse said, tapping one last key. “Last thing, and you will void completely on this one, will be a bladder spasm.This will be uncomfortable, and that is the point. You will feel this and then you will need to pee immediately after.” Megan nodded, taking a deep breath in through her nose. As she slowly breathed out, her bladder tightened and a rush of adrenaline overtook her as she tried in vain to prevent the pee from coming out. Try as she might, her sphincters proved to be too weak and, after a few moments, she found herself wetting uncontrollably and sighing with relief. The feeling of emptying her bladder after trying to hold for so long was heavenly, almost orgasmic, if she was being honest. “Alright, now, before you came, you filled out a survey for living arrangements,” the nurse said, handing a package of baby wipes to the girl and a card. ”Let’s get you to your cabin. If you need any groceries or if you want to change any parameters, just call this number.” Slipping the card into her pocket as she pulled up her pants as she gingerly stood, angry at herself for not thinking the survey they had been given last week was suspicious, rubbing her lower stomach and grabbing her suitcase. Her bladder felt rather sore, but not in a bad way. It felt like when she would do a good workout at the gym and feel super lean and toned and could tell she was holding herself differently. But she wasn’t holding herself more confidently this time. Now she was squeezing her pussy for all it was worth, focusing on the kegels her mother had told her about. The idea that it was only a matter of time before she was desperate to pee again made her instinctively want to go and try to use the toilet now so she wouldn’t feel that urgency again, but she also knew that going again wouldn’t change anything. She was no longer the master of her own bladder; the nanobots were. As terrifying of a concept as that was, the idea that she could potentially wet herself if she wasn’t careful was exhilarating. She still wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy this, per se, but she had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be all bad. “Oh!” The nurse said, slapping a hand to her forehead before motioning to Megan to follow her. “I almost forgot, we need to pick up your other things!” “Other things?” Megan asked as she grabbed her bags and went to follow the nurse. “I only brought these…” “No, no,” the nurse said with a chuckle. “Your other travel essentials. You know, the ones which will get you by for the week without completely destroying the bed and whatnot.” Megan nodded and shifted back and forth on her feet before following the nurse down the hallway to what she assumed would be a spacious supply cabinet. She couldn’t prevent her jaw from dropping as she looked around; there was everything stored in this room she could possibly imagine to make any experience come to life. It was less of a cabinet and more of a store! Health supplies lined one wall while reams of various fabrics lined another, waiting to be made into any kind of specialty clothing. There was even an entire wall dedicated to breast and ass resizing with various silicon prosthetics out for show, likely for sizing purposes. She didn’t have long to gawk, however, as the nurse turned her attention to the “incontinence” section. “I would suggest a mattress protector, pull-ups at the very least, and some panty liners for the day,” the nurse said, handing her the packages. Megan nodded and quickly took the packages from her before pausing, a thought brewing in her mind. “Can we go “shopping” while we’re here? Like as a part of our experience?” The nurse grinned widely and nodded. “Of course! This experience is what you make of it! And the more you participate in ”real life” activities, the more points you’ll get!” ”Can I only take half a pack of the liners and like, three of the pull-ups then?” Megan said, involuntary shifting on her heels at the thought of what she planned to do over the week while also taking stock of her bladder. Her bladder still felt a bit sore from the earlier calibrations and was already feeling a bit full. Not uncomfortably so, but given the current state of events, she knew she would need to start thinking of where the toilet was soon. “Absolutely!” The nurse said, grabbing a bag from one of the shelves and stuffing it with the required items. “Is there anything else you want from in here?” Megan briefly scanned the medical aisles to see if anything stood out to her before meandering towards the first aisle. She could get anything she wanted? Anything at all? This was a shopper’s dream come true! Slowly walking up and down the aisles, she took in the wide variety of items which were available for both body alteration and life experiences. There were pregnancy bellies of all sizes, compression garments, prosthetics for everything from ears to wings and more, wigs of every color and texture, and a well organized clothing section with examples from many eras and fantastical realms. Scanning the racks of clothing, her eyes fell upon a pair of short overalls and a romper. These would be perfect for racking up points! There would be no way she would get them off in time if she was really urgent to pee and that was the point of this. While neither were in the color or cut she wanted, she was sure there was some way to get them custom made for her time here. Grabbing both items off the rack, she meandered over to the bolts of cloth and slowly began looking over them until she found a light blue denim she knew would show any leaks and a light pink floral. “We can get things custom made, right?” She asked the nurse who had been standing at the doorway. “Naturally!” The nurse beamed. “Unless they are needed immediately for changes in body shape, all custom orders have a 12 hour turnaround time and are delivered directly to your doorstep.” Megan nodded as she hefted the two bolts of cloth off of their shelves and winced as a pang shot through her bladder at the effort. She had only been meandering around the store for about 30 minutes but she had been so engrossed with finding the perfect clothes she had almost forgotten the stipulations she had put on her bladder and now she was already starting to feel it. “How do I go about checking out?” She said, rubbing her knees together. “Since this is your first time, they’ll have to get your measurements,” the nurse said, a slight smile on her face as she took in the slight shifts Megan was doing with an expert glance. She’d been doing this job long enough she knew when a guest was beginning to truly feel their change. “Sally? You have a guest!” A short, grandmotherly woman poked her head out of a side door, a measuring tape draped over her shoulders and pins haphazardly pinned to her uniform top. “Oh hello, dear! I didn’t see you come in! Come, come!” Sally motioned for Megan to enter her room, waving her towards a slightly raised platform. “Come, come! Step right on up so I can get a look at you!” Megan gingerly stepped onto the platform, her bladder sending her warning signals once more at the odd movement. “Um… how long is this going to take?” “Only a few minutes deary,” the seamstress said, wrapping her measuring tape around Megan’s bust momentarily before scribbling down a number. “Ok,” Megan said, trying to relax into the process. This was only the second time she had been measure for custom clothing and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she had the first time, but her bladder was beginning to beg more frequently for release. The seamstress really was quick at her job, but by the time she had reached Megan’s legs, Megan’s bladder was well and truly full. “Alright spread your legs for me dear.” Megan swallowed hard, resisting the urge to squirm or grab her crotch as she took a step out with one foot and squeezed her pussy with all the strength she could muster. She could already feel the dribble of pee making its way out unbidden. She needed to go so badly it wasn’t even a laughing matter. She felt as though there were a bowling ball sitting in her lower abdomen and the urge to go kept growing with each passing moment. 35 minutes into her “experience” and she was already so desperate to go she was afraid she was not going to make it at all. “All done, deary,” the seamstress said, offering her a hand to step off the platform. “Anything else you need from me, don’t hesitate to come in!” Megan nodded, wincing as a spurt of pee forced its way out as she stepped down, causing her to immediately squeeze her thighs together. “Where’s the nearest toilet?” “Back out in the hallway and to the left. It’ll be the first door on your right,” the seamstress said, waving her hand towards the door. “Not to worry dear, I’ll have the clothing sent to your residence!” Megan nodded and quickly waddled towards the door, spurts of pee dripping into her panties with every step. If she didn’t get there soon, she was going to need a whole new change of clothing, not something that would come tomorrow. Her bladder was already sending signals of impending release and she could barely stand it. Reaching the door to the toilet, she threw it open and let out a slight gasp as her bladder suddenly tensed. She quickly ran to the toilet and threw herself on it just as her bladder gave up and released. Had she been one second later, she would have utterly soaked her jeans! Sitting on the toilet and mopping up the urine from the floor in front of her from where she had missed, Megan sighed and sat for a moment longer. While the sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl could only be heard for a moment, it seemed to last forever in Megan’s ears. She couldn’t believe she had needed to go so badly! She knew it would be coming quickly, but it was insane to her that she could go from empty to bursting in under an hour. While she wasn’t much into science, she still was curious as to how a Coke would affect her. It would be a good experiment to do. Sighing, she pulled up her pants, wincing as the cold, wet panties brushed her sensitive pussy, and flushed the toilet. Again, her bladder felt as though it was sore from a workout, which she supposed it had just had. It was strange to have so little ability to control herself when she was used to holding for hours on end. Flushing and washing her hands, she winced as her bladder spasmed at the sound of the running water. While there was no way there was anything in her bladder, she felt as though she needed to go again. Crossing her legs tightly, she tried to breath through it as the urge built for several seconds before letting up. Breathing a sigh of relief, she uncrossed her legs, dried her hands and exited the bathroom. “Ready to head to your cabin?” The nurse said with a chipper voice, almost as though she was thrilled at the fact Megan had almost peed herself. “Yeah,” Megan mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment. The sooner they got there the better. “You should drink something,” the nurse said, handing her a bottle of water as well as her luggage. “It’s important to know that the nanobots don’t create the pee, so it will be easy for you to get dehydrated.” Megan nodded and took the bottle of water hesitantly. She didn’t want to drink a whole bunch but knew she needed to if she didn’t want to feel super dehydrated. She could already feel her mouth going a bit dry, though she wasn’t sure if that was due to the nanobots or her own nerves. ”Alright,“ the nurse chirped, motioning for Megan to follow. “We’ll take the golf cart out. I’d like to show you some of the grounds as well.” Megan sighed but gamely picked up her luggage. She had been hoping there wouldn’t be a tour and she could go straight through to her cabin, but it looked like luck wasn’t on her side. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be too bumpy of a ride and that there was a toilet somewhere along the tour. Following the nurse out of the building and to the golf carts, Megan found herself rather confused at the size of the building she had just been in. While it certainly looked large from the outside, it was enormous on the inside; a labyrinthian maze of rooms and halls made to confuse the average person. Exiting the building and following the nurse to the golf carts, she was surprised that she hadn’t seen any of her classmates yet. It wasn’t as though they were a small group! With nearly fifty students in attendance, she had expected to see someone she knew wandering around the main building or heading to their residences like she was but she hadn’t seen anyone she obviously knew. Unless they had changed their appearances drastically, something she was glad she hadn’t done, it felt oddly lonely walking towards the golf carts. “Megan?” a voice called out to her as she rounded the last corner. “Megan! Oh my gosh, I thought I was all alone for a moment!” Whipping around, Megan couldn’t help but feel her jaw hit the floor. “Nadia? Jesus!” Nadia smiled widely as she waddled towards her friend, a hugely pregnant stomach swaying with each step. “Wait, how’d you end up normal?” Megan grimaced slightly at the question before quickly hugging her friend. “I wish! How many do you have in there?!” “Three,” Nadia groaned, running a hand over the stomach and wincing. “And I already hate it. What did you end up with?” “Uh…” Megan blushed furiously as she readjusted her grip on her bags. “My bladder sucks. Like a lot.” “Oof,” Nadia chuckled. “I feel that. These brats are constantly pushing against mine. Like I nearly peed myself once already during calibration!” Megan laughed at the thought of her normally modest friend trying so hard not to let loose in front of someone she didn’t know when a rush of urine ran from her bladder, soaking her panties once more and leaving a small dark patch on the front of her jeans. “I just peed myself from laughing at you almost peeing!” Megan said, struggling to stop the laughter from continuing and crossing her legs to try and hold it. “What, seriously?!” Nadia laughed, crossing her legs too as her stomach jumped with each chuckle. Megan nodded, biting her cheek to stop the laughter from escaping. “Oh this is going to be awful!” “I know!” “Alright ladies,” Nadia’s nurse said, motioning towards a golf cart. “Would you two like the tour together or separate?” “We can go together,” Megan said, Nadia nodding in agreement. “Can we have a bathroom break at the halfway point though?”
  12. Unfortunately not. Diuretics effect the kidney, not the bladder. If you have a strong bladder, you have a strong bladder. I fall in the same category and, while it sucks if you want to leak, it is what it is. You can try to weaken it through many of the tips on this site, but weakening it could have a more permanent effect than a weekend hold entails. Also, diuretics can be extremely dangerous and lead to life-threatening electrolyte imbalances if you take the wrong kind. Like deadly cardiac arrhythmia kind of life threatening. Screwing around with medication or medical devices as a means of pleasure is something that can lead to permanent damage and should be thought of through either fantasy (i.e. fiction, which this site has a great amount of!) or with extreme caution and a lot of (medical not pornography) research beforehand.
  13. This is a project that I've been working on for a while and is specifically designed for community involvement. I've already designed 2 characters as examples for what is possible within this world, but there are so many other possibilities to play with here. So have fun. Put down what you would want to see a character experience. But most importantly: Enjoy! ________________________________________ Welcome! Welcome to the Carsis Experience Resort, where all of your dreams become a reality! Here at Carsis, we offer state of the art experience creation to bring whatever fantasy you have to life. Whatever life experience you wish you had, we have the ability to provide it. With a campus stretching over 1000 acres of land, we have built a resort like none other to the highest specifications. Whether it be waking in a mansion surrounded by staff or as a forest elf living in the trees, we can provide this through our expansive world building and planning as well as our highly trained staff who welcome you with open arms. But our world building does not stop there! Through the use of advanced technology, your dreams are our reality. Experience life literally in the shoes of another be it gender, age, or ability. A day at Carsis is a day like none other. Packages include: Residency customization Body modification Clothing Lifestyle planning Support staff So what are you waiting for? Call (555) 022-7747 today to begin planning your get away from reality! ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ “Alright everyone, alright,” Mrs. Crenshaw called over the din of excited students, attempting to draw their attention to the front of the class and away from their friends. “Listen up!” “EVERYONE!” Mr. Hayfiend shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the pod where all of the seniors had gathered. “QUIET!” Slowly the noise petered out with only the occasional whisper heard from small groups of friends who were farthest from the teachers. A bit of shuffling, a few sniffs, and a cough echoing as silence finally took hold over the class of seniors excitedly awaiting their senior project. A project they had only heard rumors of, but had never heard exact or believable details of. Everyone who had been able to partake in the project said it was life changing, but, short of a smug smile, that was the only information they were able to give. “GOOD!” Mr. Hayfiend bellowed once more before motioning his coworker to the stand with a small bow. “Thank you, Mr. Hayfiend,” Mrs. Crenshaw said with a smile before turning to the now quiet group in front of her. “As you all know, I have been given the task of running the much anticipated senior project. So first, a round of applause for all of you; you did it! You worked hard and applied yourself to your studies. Every one of you has been allowed to partake in this venture because of your efforts throughout your time at Myton High. Additionally, every one of you has passed your final exams with flying colors. Congratulations to all of you!” A cheer went up from the seniors in the pod as the weight of the stress of final exams was lifted from their shoulders. They were graduating! They were going to go to their school of choice! Whatever the “project” was, it surely was a reward for their hard work! “QUIET!” Mr. Hayfiend yelled once more. “Now, you may be wondering what this senior project is and why we asked you to pack for a week away,” Mrs. Crenshaw said with a smile on her face before reaching down and grabbing a box filled with thick plastic cards from inside of the podium. “It is to my delight to introduce you to your home away from home for the next week. Together, we shall be traveling to the Carsis Experience Resort.” Another round of cheers went up, mainly from the girls who excitedly began speculating what amenities the resort would have. “Each of you…Ahem!” Mrs. Crenshaw said, clearing her throat loudly to bring attention back to her as she held a card aloft for the students to see. “Each of you will be given a card upon arrival at the resort. On that card will be your reporting station. At your reporting station, you will be given further instructions on what your stay will be like at Carsis. You will not get to choose your card and every card is different. There is no information on the card, so do not assume you and a friend will be able to search for matching cards. Is that clear?” Another, substantially more disgruntled sounding noise came from the crowd at this announcement. What kind of vacation would this be? True, it was called a project, but what kind of project would take place at a resort? How awful could it be, really? “Alright! Everyone, grab your luggage and follow me to the buses!” Mrs. Crenshaw said, smiling as she climbed down from the podium and grabbed her own bags. These wonderful children were in for an experience they wouldn’t soon forget.
  14. I have the same problem when I try to do any kind of desperation. What I've found works well is to absolutely exhaust the muscles. 1: do one round of rapid desperation using only water and juice (not cranberry though). This gets your kidneys primed and ready and pumping out large amounts of urine. The hold at the end of a round of rapid desperation will also leave your sphincter weaker as you try to hold on. 2: continue to drink as though you were doing the tail end of rapid desperation using water and juice. This will continue to overstress your bladder and sphincters. 3: Now that your muscles are good and tired, add either caffeine or alcohol. These are diuretics and have the added benefit of being rather irritating to the bladder itself. Add cranberry juice in (if you have this readily available) as it changes the pH of urine. For me, anyways, this change makes me need to pee frequently even when I'm not doing rapid desperation. 4: prepare for leaks. Your bladder will be screaming, your sphincters will literally not be able to hang on. You will begin to pee yourself. Unfortunately, this takes a few hours to achieve and then you have to retrain your bladder to hold over the course of the next day or so, but if you're looking to wet yourself, there you go.
  15. So, I want to know if I was the only one who did this or did something similar. Also, I was like 12 or 13 at the time of this, so exploring sexual activity in a purely curious manner was just a part of coming into puberty. Back in ye olde days, before you could hand a child a tablet and fidget toys weren't a thing, my sister and I used to play with all sorts of dolls and toys. Naturally we had Barbie's, but we also had hotwheels and tractors and a science kit. One rainy day, my sister and I were quietly playing in our room when I got the idea to "adjust" the way that our Barbie's looked. I didn't like the fact that they were all think and pretty and I wanted some variety in their appearances. I also wanted them to have more ... normal.... functions. So, I took one of the Barbie's, put her in a skin tight dress, and proceeded to stuff anything small I could find into the dress. Anything to make her look like she was fat or pregnant or something. For a while, having this one (clearly different) doll was enough, but I needed more. So I went to our science kit and I rigged up something that I 100% can say was the start of my dive into omo. See, in the science kit, there were some small test tubes that had lids. The tubes themselves were actually decently waterproof (though they were plastic, so I couldn't say this was anything other than a child's science set), and worked great for giving the dolls bladders. For several weeks, I perfected the way I could insert this into the modified Barbie, but after a lot of trial and error, I finally got it so I could make a Barbie look like it was peeing itself. Naturally, that was the highlight of play time (for me) for the next few weeks. I don't know why I decided to do this, but I'm interested to know if anyone else would do things like this as the began to experiment with sexuality and fetishes.
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