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  1. A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait on this one. Still, I think its a good setup for Mary-Ann's struggles going forward and her needing to cope with them. Let me know what you think! Also, for fans of wetting scenes. When the interludes come back and we get to chapter 2, be ready! Have plenty of those planned. In the meantime, any and all feedback is appreciated! Chapter 1.5: Mary-Ann's morning pee It was time to get up. Mary-Ann knew that. It was a workday, and this was the time she awoke every morning, rain or shine. Yet here she lay. Wrapped in the warm shroud of her bed, away from the noise and complications of her waking life, Mary-Ann wanted to do anything but get up. The only thing keeping her eyes open was the sound of her alarm. It blasted away at her ear drums, conspiring with her conscious to keep her awake. Mary-Ann’ clock almost mocked her with the early morning hour. If she could, she'd go back to sleep. But this is what she wanted. She knew that. To be the boss, to own her own business. To take on the challenges and the perks of such a life. Part of her wondered if it was just all a bit more challenging than she had initially imagined. Mary-Ann sighed. There was no going back to sleep. She had to get up. There was no way she was getting out of work. Especially not with her agenda today. Looking at her clock, Mary-Ann groaned and complied. She slapped her hand down on the switch, silencing the loud device. She swung her legs out and put her feet on the floor, sitting up and stretching her arms above her head. Her eyes felt gritty, her brain foggy and her body sluggish. It was the opposite of what she wanted to be. Mary-Ann sat on the edge of her bed and faced the window. At least she had beat the sun up again. She could take some solace in that she had already won something that day. But even the toughest of champions rested. She knew that. And yet, she stood. Yawning, she stretched again. Without a second thought, Mary-Ann slipped off her panties as she walked over to her dresser. Now just in her white t-shirt, the third floor of the apartment complex had quite the sight. With only her large breasts covered, Mary-Ann’s well-toned and shapely butt was visible, even in the dim light of the apartment and the dark of the early morning. Gathering her work and gym clothes, each movement of her long legs and hinging hips as she grabbed her clothes threatened to expose her soft, shaved genitals. Mary-Ann wasn’t giving it a second thought. It was when she reached down for the bottom drawer that the tired Mary-Ann became a spectacle. Bending forward, her buttocks parted slightly. Every private hole and contour was exposed. Her tight, gentle pussy and athletic build would have stopped anyone in their tracks. With the light on and the black of the hour, she stood out. For Mary-Ann it was only luck that the sidewalk next to her building was quiet. Should any other renter have looked through her window, they would have seen that blonde boss baring all her secluded areas. Only when Mary-Ann slipped on her new grey panties and grey sweatpants did the wonderful display reach a new level. Her white t shirt came off next, exposing her larger than average breasts. Tossing it onto the floor, Mary-Ann quickly slipped on a sports bra and black tank top. Now covered and ready for the gym, Mary-Ann’s unwitting show came to a close. As quiet and unknown as it had begun. Chucking her work clothes into a duffel bag, she was sure she had everything. Skirt, boots, bra, blouse, makeup kit. Mentally she wen through her list as she filled her large plastic water bottle. The purple bottle was more of a container than it was a bottle. A half-gallon capacity which she’d down at room temperature between now and the end of her workout. That was her routine. Every morning. What was also part of her routine was peeing shortly after waking. Mary-Ann’s bladder reminded her of this gently. Looking at the clock, she did a quick equation in her head. 6 minuets behind, takes 15 to get to the gym, another 20 to Karenna’s I think. She paused, her mind took her back over the past few events, asking her if she had learned anything. Still, the boss of Adimari Mortgage pressed on. I’ll just pee when I get to the gym. With that, her water bottle filled. Taking a sip, she screwed the cap on and made her way to her SUV. The silhouettes of suburban homes and communities intermingled with the treetops as the morning fog rolled over the road. They were always there. A constant. What was less consistent was Mary-Ann’s choice of audio. Sometimes it was music, most of the time it was Steven Warner’s podcast, but this morning it was silence. Nothing was in her mind aside from her meeting that morning and the dull urge to pee, both of which she’d like to keep at bay. The street light was red. Mary-Ann stopped the SUV and sighed. Her phone buzzed, her car reading the text aloud Text from Denarzi, Sarah. The robotic voice read aloud Let me know on your meeting today. Lou is already trying to pull back. That was just what Mary-Ann needed. Something else to consider. Even in the early hours of the morning, she gave Sarah a call. “Morning.” Sarah picked up immediately “Got your text.” “Naturally.” There was a pause “Anyway, I was talking to Lou the other night and I don’t know. He seemed. Apprehensive.” Mary-Ann groaned “So is he out?” “No.” Sarah said curtly “Of course not, but I don’t think he’s your biggest fan, I’ll say that much.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “He seemed to think you were distracted. Or at least aloof. That’s the word he used.” Sarah paused again “I know why you were distracted, but you didn’t make a good first impression.” “If you’d have let me go-“ “Don’t put this on me.” Sarah cut her off “We’ve all been there, I’m not blaming you. But most of us can hold a conversation no matter how bad it is.” Mary-Ann could see the bright lights bursting through the glass windows of the gym. They called to her, just another block away or so. Sitting upright in her drivers seat, her slight urge to pee and frustration from her life got to her. She snapped at Sarah, almost yelling “You know what? Screw him, and screw this. I don’t need you calling me some sort of failure right now, I really don’t. It’s five in the morning for crying out loud. You couldn’t have put this in a text?” Not a word more was spoken between the two as Mary-Ann pulled into the parking lot. Not lasting for more than a minute, it was still tense. Mary-Ann’s initial impulse was to apologize but before she could, Sarah interjected “I had more to say. Call me back when you’re ready for a real conversation.” With that, she hung up. Mary-Ann felt a flash over anger wash over her, then guilt. Then anger again. She didn’t know what to feel. She was only desperate at Sarah’s insistence that Mary-Ann keep her composure, or not showing weakness. Part of her could see the logic in higher pressure negotiations, the other part of Mary-Ann argued that she had to pee before the meeting, and she should have peed just to be safe and present. These thoughts swirled as she carried her water bottle and her duffle bag into the well lit gym. Ignoring the receptionists who she would normally at least greet with a smile, Mary-Ann marched her way into the locker room, her bladder now irritated that she hadn’t released her morning pee. When she swung the locker room door open, she was greeted with something her bladder didn’t want to see. Both the toilets stalls were in use, and a small line of three girls were waiting to use it. The woman directly in front of her was jiggling in her black yoga pants, and Mary-Ann knew instantly why. The showers were occupied, not that it was an option for her, but Mary-Ann was flooded with the memory of Vanessa. Feeling a tingle of excitement and a twinge in her bladder, Mary-Ann was presented with an option. She could take her own advice and chief complaint with Sarah, and wait in this line, or she could do her workout and hold it. She looked at her phone. Doing the math in her head, despite her bladder slowly demanding more attention, Mary-Ann figured she might be able to cut a few reps out of her workout if she went now. She thought, then asked the woman in front of her “Excuse me. I’m sorry, but have you been waiting long?” The other woman turned, her brown ponytail flapping behind her as she did. She was shorter than Mary-Ann, athletic, and wore a white athletic shirt. As her knees bounced, her hand was near her crotch. “Ah…oh! O-you need to go too?” “Um…kind of. Honestly I just want to figure out if I should do my workout first or not.” “Thank g-goodness, I was really hoping you weren’t going to ask to cut.” The woman laughed nervously Mary-Ann shook her head, still stewing from her conversation with Sarah, her usual smile was absent, “Uh, I mean we just got out of yoga. M-Maybe stretch a little then go? We should be out by then.” Mary-Ann nodded, then conceded. Leaving the obviously desperate woman be, she turned towards the benches and lockers to her right. Hearing the toilets flush behind her, she knew the woman was right. Stretch first, then have the whole bathroom to herself. It took just a moment for Mary-Ann to find a locker and toss her duffle bag inside. Slamming the small locker door closed, she turned back around to find the other woman, desperate after her workout just darting into a free toilet stall. As she left the locker rooms, Mary-Ann could make out an audible sigh. In response, her bladder reminded her that she should do the same. But she was already running behind. At least, that’s what she told herself. Mary-Ann’s sneakers squeaked on the rubber matted floor. The gym was mostly empty, save for a few of the machines that were in use. Vanessa was in the corner, chatting with a short blonde woman that Mary-Ann didn’t recognize. Taking up space against the far wall of the gym, away from the windows, Mary-Ann knelt on one leg, then positioned the other in a lunge. Squatting, she entered her first stretch, the dull ache of her bladder warning her. Her muscles tensed as she pressed her arms against her sides and pushed up on her toes, her hips rotating and her head lifting. At first her brain seemed to be more enamored with her bladders plight, but as she continued to loosen her muscles, the burn of the stretch eventually won out. It kept her focused. Her mind drifted back to work. Despite her workout, her business still came back to her mind. She took a deep breath. Mary-Ann just wanted to work out. Placing her forearms on the floor, she worked her body into the plank position. Her core muscles tightened. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on the movement. Inch by inch, Mary-Ann lifted her body off the floor until her forearms were parallel to the ground. She held the position and counted the seconds. It had been a long time since she'd last done a plank, but she was pretty sure she could hold the pose for a few minutes. She could feel her bladder, a pressure forming on her more sensitive areas. Pain was part of the workout. In a way, it kept her mind off of work. Continuing to hold it, Mary-Ann drew another breath. She had to focus. Mary-Ann let her mind drift again. The thoughts came. Her bladder, the gym, her job. As Mary-Ann began to lower herself back to the floor, a flash of pain ran up her spine, causing her to flinch. Her hand went to her lower back, then the pain seemed to come forward again. Her morning pee sloshing around her insides, the pungent overnight piss irritating her organs. As the pain receded, it left behind an unpleasant tightness in her bladder. Mary-Ann rotated to her knees as she got out of her plank. Now kneeling on the gym floor, she closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Finally, her work thoughts had disappeared. Only at the cost of her increasingly annoyed bladder. It tried to warn her again, to tell her that she should have learned her lesson by now. But Mary-Ann's mind was finally off of work and in a place that she could just enjoy herself. She didn't want to risk it by using the toilet. Standing, she felt gravity weigh down on herself, pulling the pressure down on top of her pee-hole. She flinched. Still, she walked over to the treadmill. The gym was still fairly empty. Vanessa was working out by herself with a pair of headphones on. Whoever she was talking to, not that it mattered, was nowhere to be seen. Mary-Ann turned the treadmill on, a slight ache in her bladder reminding her that she was walking a thin line. Mary-Ann disagreed. She began at a slow pace. A walk, just to get her muscles working. Her shoes slapped against the belt. Each strike was countered by her vexed bladder. Mary-Ann's mind countered with anger. An outcropping of her frustration, she visualized herself walking towards her goals. Her bladder backed down. After a few minutes, she picked up the pace. So did her bladder. As she begun to run, each movement sent a shockwave from the soles of her feet to her now pressurized genitals. The belt of the treadmill shook with her feet. Still holding it. A struggle to keep up the pace. Her bladder began to concoct another plan. One that Mary-Ann may not be able to fight. Mary-Ann began to sweat. The exertion, the effort, the burning in her legs, it all combined to take hold of her mind. Her ears only let in the sound of the belt shaking and creaking. Mary-Ann's heart rate compensated, she could feel it pounding in her chest as her large breasts jiggled. She could feel the perspiration on her arms. A moist sensation on her exposed skin. Her legs, hidden under her grey sweatpants felt damp by comparison. Unable to discern between moisture from sweat or other sources, her bladder used this cover to put its plan into action. Mary-Ann’s slit began to moisten. A yellowish liquid slowly rose from the depths of her body. Her feet continued to pound the treadmill. Drip. Drop. A little escaped her defenses and was absorbed by her grey panties. Mary-Ann was unaware. Her grey sweatpants swooshed and swayed with each motion of her leg. Another dribble of fresh pee. Then it stopped. It was her bladders opening salvo, a warning that she needed to heed. Unfortunately for Mary-Ann, she was still running. Even as her panties were now forced to absorb sweat and piss. It was not a job they were made for. Mary-Ann looked down at the machine. Having nearly reached a mile, she was getting ready to slow down. Easing her pace, she felt an almost tickling sensation in her nethers. Did I just pee? She felt warm. Unable to check with her hand, she looked down. Her sweatpants were dry. Looking back up, she began to walk. As she did, her bladder released another slow trickle of her morning pee. She didn't feel it. Her pee was absorbed by her panties. They were starting to darken. Mary-Ann reached her goal. 1 mile. As the treadmill stopped, she intentionally grazed her crotch with her hand. She felt the dry fabric of her sweatpants. She could still feel it between her legs. A dampness that wouldn’t leave. It didn’t feel like sweat at all. Walking towards the hip abduction machine, the pounding that her feet had taken on the treadmill matched the final warnings that her bladder was giving. The pulsing pressure between her abdomen and her pussy wasn’t enough to send Mary-Ann to the bathroom. With few options left, her bladder had just one final action, one last avenue to have its voice heard. The blonde boss’s legs contracted as she gave her first effort. Sitting straight up and bent at the knee, she used her hips to pull her legs together. Then she fought against the weight to push them apart. Together. Apart. Then again. The motion was too much for her bladder. Now enticed by its successful leaking, and with Mary-Ann’s body diverting more and more energy to her other muscles, her bladder took its opportunity. It relaxed. Against her will, Mary-Ann began to pee. It happened so suddenly that it was almost unimaginable. Like a dream Mary-Ann’s reality quickly warped from normal to abnormal without her consent. She began to feel that same warm, almost tickling sensation in her crotch as she pressed her legs together with the workout machine. It felt warm. As she spread her legs apart again, the warm sensation suddenly felt hot. A soaking, shockingly moist sensation emanated from her crotch. Looking down, Mary-Ann gasped in horror. Her grey sweatpants suddenly turned dark, black at the crotch. Her mind instantly communicated what was happening. She was peeing her pants. Yelping like a cornered animal, Mary-Ann slammed her right hand into her still pissing snatch and leapt off the now wet bench. Sprinting towards the lobby, she could feel her morning pee rushing past her soft skin and through her panties. Her lose sweatpants did what they could to absorb her hot piss but as it ran down her thighs, it was clearly a losing battle. Reaching the lobby in a matter of seconds, Mary-Ann’s social instincts kicked in. Passing the receptionists caused her bladder to listen to reason and stop, if only for a moment. With the speed that she was rushing towards the locker room, a moment was all she needed. Using her shoulder to swing the door open, Mary-Ann burst into the locker room and looked right at the two stall doors. One was covered in yellow tape, which spelled out “cleaning” in black text. The other was being used, presumably by the janitor. Her feet were visible under the stall door. Whimpering at her closed options, Mary-Ann began to rewet her panties. Then an image flashed in her mind. Vanessa. Dashing for the showers, the leaking blonde flung open the plastic curtain. Sticking her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked sweatpants, Mary-Ann positioned herself over the dry drain. Now squatting, the embarrassed boss finally let go of her morning piss. The sound of her first pee of the day was not unlike water from a faucet. The drain gurgled and sputtered as it accepted the unique liquid into its pipes. Spraying out of her tight box was a yellow stream of urine that splattered against both her thighs and the tile. It left droplets against both as it exited her. Keeping one hand holding her soaked sweatpants, Mary-Ann held her forehead with the other. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Mary-Ann could smell her pungent morning pee as it escaped her. She felt the cool air of the locker room touch her snatch. The warmth of her hissing pee. She heard the toilet flush. Mocking her. She felt her face flush in equal measure, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. But she also felt her nipples harden, pushing against the fabric of her shirt. Her thoughts and her pee were interrupted when the door swung open. She heard her name called. Vanessa. “Hey Mary-Ann? Are you alright?” The dark haired athletic trainer was greeted by a number of sights and sounds as she swung the locker room door open. The janitor exiting the stalls and apologizing for something in broken English as she got back to work. The closing sound of the toilet swirling its water in the bowl. And the unmistakable audio of liquid cascading into a drain. Vanessa heard it stop as she called Mary-Ann’s name. Her feet were visible under the shower stall walls. “I’m…I’m fine. Just not…not feeling…” The rushing sound of liquid returned “I wasn’t feeling well is all.” “O-ok.” Vanessa replied as the torrent finally subsided. “I’ll be close. Tell me if you need something. Please?” “S-sure.” With that, Mary-Ann stood up. With nothing to wipe herself with and her workout for all intents and purposes done, she simply pulled her wet panties and sweatpants back up. It was obvious that she had peed them. From initially letting go while sitting, the seat of her pants were wet. She rotated her hips and felt her backside to discover that. Looking down and feeling the inseam of her thighs, she could tell that she was wet at the crotch. The dark streaks of piss ran from her previously pissing pussy down to nearly her kneecaps. Her hands massaged the rapidly cooling stains on her legs, as a shiver ran across her body. Mary-Ann ignored it. She wanted to. Stepping out from the showers, she hoped to reveal them to no one. Given the early hour of the morning, she at the very least had the locker-room to herself again. Quickly walking over to the bench in front of the lockers, Mary-Ann sat in front of her chosen cabinet and opened it, trying to quickly grab her duffle bag. She heard Vannessa’s voice again. It was shakier than before. “Um…M…Mary-Ann?” The blonde turned around. Vanessa stepped from the door. “I uh…I wiped down the machine for you. Don’t um…don’t feel like you have to go back in there if…you know if you’re embarrassed.” Mary-Ann nodded “Thanks.” She added weakly “I…I don’t know if it helps but this sort of thing um…happens. We don’t…we don’t think any less of you.” Vanessa walked around to the lockers, facing Mary-Ann. Subconsciously, Mary-Ann grabbed her wet crotch, as if she could still hide the damage. Laughing nervously, Mary-Ann admitted “A…actually this sort of thing has started happening to me a lot.” “O-oh. Did you…did you have kids recently or…?” “N-no. Stress. I’m really just…Like it’s hard to carve out time in my schedule for this sort of thing and I’ve got this one deal for mortgaging land that might not happen now and I have this other deal for commercial property with this other real estate agent that might not happen and…” Mary-Ann voice trailed off “I see. I’m sorry to hear that. I like that you’re here every morning though.” Mary-Ann smiled weakly “Thanks. I try.” “I hope you’ll still come in.” “I mean…I hope I don’t get made fun of.” Mary-Ann squirmed as she thought about the social repercussions “No, no. Again, this sort of thing happens. Especially with emotionally and physically stressed people.” “Does the pebble in your shoe thing really work?” Vanessa smiled at Mary-Ann for recalling her quirk. “For me it does. Why, do you want one? I have a friend of mine that sells crystals and de-stressors.” “Not really. I was hoping I could take you up on your yoga class offering instead. I just don’t really feel like me right now. I need to fix it.” Vanessa’s eyes lit up “Yeah! That’s a great idea! Like I said, first one is always free, but I’ll give you another. Sounds like you need it.” Mary-Ann smiled “Thanks! When’s the next class?” “I’ll text you. What’s your number?” The two exchanged numbers and Mary-Ann excused herself to get cleaned up. In a small way, she felt better about herself. Better about the whole situation. Stripping down in front of the same shower, she couldn’t help but be reminded of Vanessa. With a sly smile Mary-Ann thought to herself I guess now she’s not the only one who pees in the showers here. A/N: Before she left for the gym, Mary-Ann forgot to check to make sure she had one thing for her meeting. What was that item?
  2. I don't really care about the power rangers. But I very much care about Gothes wetting art. These two are fantastic!
  3. I would read them. It'd improve as you went along too, which could strengthen your English skills if that's what you'd worry about, I think you should go for it!
  4. I agree with @Roronoa Zoro you should really look into doing short stories if you don't already!
  5. Actual depiction of an Austrian on vacation lol She’s really well done! Really cute snatch on her
  6. Can anyone rip for those that no longer have access to PH?
  7. This should have been "It gave him little time to observe Mary-Ann’s desperation. Not that the act went unnoticed." As in, Lou saw it, but didn't really care because he was in the middle of something else. My bad. Also as a question to the audience, who is your favorite character for Mary-Ann to get desperate with/in front of? Also, are you a fan of the peeing scenes more of wetting scenes?
  8. Mall scenes are awesome! I mean in the context of omo fantasy lol, not for anyone that might actually be in distress. But they’re ripe for someone putting off their needs to shop and then needing to carry all of their bags with them to the bathroom. Then there’s usually a line, great chance for public desperation and a “just made it” scene
  9. A/N: Another new chapter, another long one! With the new cannon comes slightly new characterizations, notably with one here. How does it stack up against the old? Additionally, who is your favorite character to see Mary-Ann get desperate with or in front of? This chapter also introduces a bit of a new concept at the end of it, let me know what you thought of that. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.4: Creeping success The tick of the wall clock was the only sound in the room. Sitting at her desk, Mary-Ann sipped her coffee. Eyes darting to and from the computer screen. She sighed, took another sip of coffee, and leaned back into her office chair. Mary-Ann looked down at her stocking clad legs and crossed them. The clock ticked. The monitor hummed. It was enough to lull her back to sleep. She opened an email. Read it. It was from late last night. She typed a response. For an email sent so late, he shouldn't have expected a reply. Or maybe he should have. Mary-Ann sighed. She chose this. If she was going to accept the responsibility of being a business owner, she'd have to accept receiving a rude email in the wee hours of the morning. At least, that's what she told herself. She clicked the send button. Batting her eyes awake, she yawned. Mary-Ann reached for her coffee cup, only to find it empty. She studied it, wondering why the liquid inside it hardly woke her up the way it used to. A quick flick of her wrist flung the cup into the trash can. After her episode last month, she was sure to keep the container nearby. Clicking around on the computer, she asked it to print a document. The computer complied. Standing from her desk with a stretch, Mary-Ann caught her short pencil skirt riding up her waist. She wasn't sure if she just exposed her panties, not that it mattered with no one else in the office. It wasn't her idea of a professional attire, it was intentionally a little short, but Sarah had come up with the idea. Walking out of her office, Mary-Ann made her way to the water cooler first. Walking by Karenna's unoccupied desk, Mary-Ann filled her cup by the water cooler and stood there for a minute, letting the water run. Her blonde hair was neatly tied in a professional bun in an effort to offset her shorter pencil skirt. The A/C blew cold air though the office, her stockings did nothing to warm her legs. At the water cooler, Mary-Ann sipped from her cup. It tasted great on her dry tongue. No one else was in the office. She chugged the rest and tossed the paper cup in the trash. The printer started to run. Mary-Ann watched her documents spit out of the machine. One after the other they piled up. Then there was an odd noise. It stopped. A loud beep rang from the machine. "Of course." Mary-Ann said to herself. Sighing, she got down on all fours in front of the machine, and opened the bottom compartment. Initially, she was worried that there was no paper, but this wasn't the case. Standing, she began to press a few buttons. Another beep sounded. Mary-Ann groaned in frustration. She pressed more buttons. Another beep. Mary-Ann continued to press buttons. "Oh, come on..." She hit the top of the machine in an unusual display of anger. The printer began to work again. "Thanks" Mary-Ann made a sarcastic quip as the machine spit out the last of her document. Taking the document from the printer, she used Karenna’s desk to line them up and staple them. She let them fall on her employee’s desk. Standing where she was, Mary-Ann couldn’t help but conjure the image in her mind of Karenna desperately needing to pee. It was the last time they had seen each other. She had given Karenna the rest of that fateful day off and after the weekend, Karenna had taken a few extra days off. She’d be back today, just in time for Mary-Ann to miss the morning. Her phone buzzed, the sound taking Mary-Ann out of her thoughts. It was Sarah. Hey, traffic is awful. Make sure you’re ready, I’m going to be late picking you up. Mary-Ann acknowledged Sarah’s text, and let the other woman know that she had plenty to do in the meantime. Leaving the document on Karenna’s desk, Mary-Ann made her way back to her office. She sighed as she sat back down heavily in her chair, her mind whirling with a myriad of tasks and duties that still had to be done by the end of the day, on top of her meeting. A pile of folders were stacked on the corner of her desk, all of them with files that had to be read, reviewed and signed by the end of the day. The folder on top was a set of plans that Karenna had come up with for a new marketing campaign; She had put it on Mary-Ann's desk over a week ago and it was still unread. On top of it all, Mary-Ann still had to prepare for her meeting with Sarah and a representative from one of the region’s largest commercial real estate firms. Mary-Ann quickly pulled up her email, and fired off a quick reply to a sales rep that had been bothering her about some new product. She politely declined but reiterated that this was not the first time that they were not interested in whatever the person was trying to sell. As she sent the email, her phone rang. It was a number she didn't recognize "Adimari Mortgage," she answered. "Oh, good morning Mary-Ann," the voice on the other line almost sounded surprised to have gotten a hold of her. "This is Valerie McCormick, I usually talk with Karenna." "I see. What can I do for you?" Valerie was a leader of a team of realtors. It was important that Mary-Ann foster this relationship. "I had a question, when Karenna and I last spoke, she mentioned something about y'all being able to handle like land purchases? I have a few listings and I think I can sell them." Valerie's southern twang permeated her sentences. "Uh, well...Not yet." Mary-Ann wasn't sure if she could disclose what her meeting was about today. "So. Let me get this straight. Just so I know" Valerie replied, cautious and maybe agitated. "Karenna was stringing me along? Y'all can't handle anything non-residential?" Mary-Ann was on the defensive, "No, not exactly. I'll have to talk with her when she comes back today. I'm a little busy today, but can I call you back this afternoon?" Valerie accepted the answer, but didn't seem very happy about it "By the end of day Sugar. Please?" "You've got my word." With that, the two hung up. Mary-Ann sighed. For all of her positives, Karenna clearly was a little ahead of herself. She picked up the folder that had been left for her by Karenna. It was the plans for the new marketing campaign. She opened it and gave it a glance. The first page was the plan for a new marketing campaign, with a sample advertisement behind it. I didn't know she could draw She set the folder down, and picked up the stack of files that needed her review. She started flipping through the first one, quickly reading through it. It was a final review for a mortgage for a ranch house. At least she could get started on it now. Or at least, so she thought. Just a few moments into looking over the first document, her phone buzzed again. Sarah. Here. Without taking the time to respond, Mary-Ann closed up the folder and placed the document back on top of the pile. With a sigh she stood, preened and pressed her outfit, and stepped back out into the lobby. To her surprise, Sarah was already inside, standing at Karenna’s desk and waiting for Mary-Ann with her arms crossed. Her brown eyes intently waiting to match Mary-Ann’s green. She was just a few inches shorter than Mary-Ann, her straight black hair at shoulder length. Her big boobs were nearly on full display in her low cut red shirt. Sarah’s entire outfit was tied together with her black skirt. She must have been cold, her thighs were bouncing and colliding with each other. Mary-Ann started “Morning Sa-“ “Good morning. Are you gonna use the bathroom before we go?” “Uh…I wasn’t plan-“ As she said this, Mary-Ann could feel a twinge in her bladder, the coffee and water conspiring against her “Good. Grab whatever you need and I’ll meet you in the car.” With that, Sarah quickly turned and made her way towards the only restroom in the office. Mary-Ann made her way to Karenna’s empty desk as Sarah quickly opened the door to the bathroom. Grabbing the freshly printed document, Mary-Ann heard the door slam. Not a moment later, a clear, audible, nearly orgasmic moan rang out from the same bathroom. It was followed by a loud splashing as one powerful stream of liquid hit the standing water inside the toilet bowl. That is a thin door. Mary-Ann reiterated to herself. It was nothing she didn’t already know as she grabbed the documents off of Karenna’s desk and left for Sarah’s car. The outside air was crisp and cool, a harbinger of a warm late-spring day. The parking lot was covered by a small hill that led to another parking lot, this one belonging to a mechanic shop. Sarah’s black sedan was still running in the middle of the parking lot, and as Mary-Ann looped around the front of the car, she now faced the strip mall that housed her business and those around it. For all her frustration, there was a sense of pride that she felt in looking over the drab, grey building. It was in a good area, evidenced by the fact that Sarah had left her car unlocked. Climbing into the passenger seat with the document in her lap, Mary-Ann studied the interior of the luxury car. The seats were leather, a light brown, saddle color. Best of all they were comfortable. The car’s moon roof nearly scaled the entire roof to allow plenty of light in. Scanning the rest of the clean and tidy interior, she couldn’t help but notice the drivers seat. Suspiciously, a small thin liquid was sitting in one of the grooves of the leather seat. Mary-Ann’s jaw slacked. She covered it with her hand as her mind instantly thought of what it might be. She smiled. Alone in the car she whispered to herself “Well someone had to pee!” For a brief moment, a thought flashed in Mary-Ann’s mind. An idea that she should also let a little out, just so Sarah might not be as embarrassed. She shook her head. In her car? You’re talking about peeing. What on earth is wrong with you? Mary-Ann took a deep breath. Still, she felt a tingling sensation just above her genitals. Trying to push it away, she looked down at the documents in her lap, when a cup caught her eye. Maybe she just spilled her drink. Why do you care if someone else had to go anyway? She didn’t have an answer for herself. Fortunately, Mary-Ann’s thoughts were interrupted by Sarah opening the door and climbing behind the steering wheel. Without a word, she closed the door, put the car in drive, and started to make her way back towards the road. The black sedan traveled along the road and towards the high way. Not a word had been spoken between the two. As they traveled up the on-ramp, it was still quiet. Mary-Ann didn’t know if it was because of the importance of the meeting, or because Sarah was embarrassed at the fact that she had clearly needed to pee as soon as she got to Mary-Ann’s office. The same twinge came back to Mary-Ann, her morning liquids coming back to her. Having something in common with Sarah, she tried to jumpstart a conversation “I actually probably should have gone too.” “You’ll be fine.” “Yeah but I mean. I’ve been there too. About a month ago I was checking on my rental property and-” “We need a gameplan for this meeting here. I can do most of the talking, but you’ll need to be accurate with your words.” Sarah interrupted “Uh, yeah. I have a list here of all the production that we’ve accomplished over the past three months, plus what Karenna and I have been able to handle on our own.” “Good.” “And the bank’s strength as well. That way they’ll know that we’re backed by a reputable company, you know? We’re small, but it’s not just us.” Sarah nodded. There was a pause “And also plans for growth. Once Karenna is fully licensed, or I hire a new person who is, we can coach them to be leaders. With this companies help, we can eventually have our own commercial and land department.” “Hire a new person? Like in addition to Karenna.” “No. I, I’m kind of worried about her to be honest.” “Worried?” “Yeah. I think I offended her about a week ago. I was just trying to be helpful, but I think I might have gone a little too far. Like she might think that I was being…I don’t know…” “Overly hands on?” You don’t know the half of it. Mary-Ann thought, her mind returning to that day. Poor Karenna needing to go and being unable to move. All she wanted to do was help her out, and now Mary-Ann was worried that she had made it potentially too awkward for Karenna to return to work. The thought of that day reminded Mary-Ann of her own current need, and in an effort to remain subtle, she bobbed her feet up and down in her heels. “I guess that’s right, yeah.” She responded to Sarah’s question With a slight smile and nod Sarah gave advice “In my experience, the good ones won’t say anything, the great ones will love the coaching, and the bad ones will be offended. Something to keep and eye on, but don’t you dare bring up that possibility of her leaving during this meeting.” Mary-Ann nodded but didn’t say anything. Sarah continued “So the plan is for me to do the talking, then you’ll come in with the facts and your background, right?” “Sure, he’s your contact anyway. Might be better if you spoke more.” “I like your idea. Also remember, if he asks any questions out of left field, he likes speed and accuracy. Circle back to that.” Silence again, there was no need to respond. It was kind of your idea to do the talking, but I’ll take the credit I guess. Mary-Ann looked back out the window. With a growing anticipation mounting for the meeting on the horizon, she couldn’t help but take a long breath. Reacting to her slowly filling bladder, she pulled her right leg up onto the seat and bounced it a little. Her body adjusted to the new sensation, her slight need disappearing. Briefly. Soon it returned, lingering as she moved her leg back down. “I also hate to ask. But to strategize properly. He might be old, but Lou is quite the negotiator. If he’s there to greet us, can you not ask to use the restroom?” “I- what? Why?” “He could take it as a sign of weakness.” “He’d comment on me needing to pee? The short skirt is one thing, but-“ “No, of course not!” Sarah cut her off again. “It’s all subliminal though. We have to show that we’re strong, and that we’re women. Don’t ruin your appearance of strength or attractiveness by asking him if you can use the bathroom.” She paused “That’s why I used yours.” “Ok, but then you should have let me use it too.” “You said you didn’t need to.” “No, you asked if I had to go, then told me to grab my papers and put them in the car. If you’d had told me about this part of your plan, I’d have gone too.” Sarah sighed, slightly annoyed. “Bad?” “No. Not right now. But I’ve had some close calls and-“ “Welcome to the world of business as a woman then.” Sarah said matter-of-factly. “We’ve all been there.” Mary-Ann was put off by Sarah’s curtness. She nodded looked down at her thighs. They were pressed together, all this talk about full bladders was not helping. It was quiet for a moment before Sarah added “You know our meeting last month? The one that put you in charge?” Mary-Ann turned her gaze back to Sarah “I drink a lot of tea to keep me going. Ok? And that meeting was back to back with another. I’ll admit that by the end of it, I didn’t look very professional.” Sarah waited before admitting “Legs crossed. The whole thing. Which by the way, you’re lucky I was prepared for that meeting.” She pointed her finger at Mary-Ann. “You weren’t helpful for a lot of it either.” “I had to go too!” “Still. My point is, you didn’t hear me complain, did you?” “No.” “Just do me a favor then. If he’s there, just hold it. If its bad we can stop on the way back. If there’s time.” “If?” “I have another meeting after this. With the landlord of your office building by the way, so make sure this doesn’t go over time.” Mary-Ann crossed her legs, her bladder not liking the news one bit. Now slightly mad at Sarah for making her wait, she returned her gaze out the window. The occasional open fields that they had passed had shrunk until they turned to assorted buildings and the makings of another town. Sarah waded through the growing traffic line of cars and made for the exit. Billboards began to dominate the skyline. “I couldn’t help but notice the amount of work you all have piled up.” Sarah mentioned “Mmm.” “You managing?” “Everything’s done on time, yes.” “No, I mean you. Are you holding up ok?” “For someone with no friends and no life outside of the gym or office, I’d say so.” Mary-Ann said with a smile. Sarah looked at her, sympathy in her eyes. “No friends?” “No one that I’d call a friend, no.” “Everyone’s a business contact or not worth spending time with?” “Yeah. Kind of.” Sarah nodded. “I know. Just. Be sure you keep ahead of that. Power is in the mind too.” The two returned to quiet and Mary-Ann moved back in the seat so that she could lean forward slightly to help her strong but full bladder. She could start to feel the pressure web out from her abdomen, all the way down to her toes. She curled them in alternating fashion. If she were driving, she’d have stopped at one of places they were passing. Her past few weeks had been filled with too much. Mercifully, their meeting was taking place not too far from the highway. A large, old, towering office building that had a very open parking lot. No place to squat. Was Mary-Ann’s first thought. She was starting to feel the weight of her bladder against her privates as they walked up to the double doors. Sarah tossed her plastic cup from that morning in a nearby trashcan. Hoping for her own needs that Lou would not be waiting for them, Mary-Ann took her attention to the building lobby. There he was. Mary-Ann groaned, Sarah glanced over, sympathy in her eyes before walking ahead to give Lou a hug. “You look great Lou, you’ve been working out?” She touched his arm “Only to impress you my dear.” The old man said with some suave notes in his voice “Oh you. By the way Lou, this is Mary-Ann Adimari, she’s going to be representing Adimari mortgage.” He reached out his wrinkled old hand. His voice still strong. His eyes on Mary-Ann’s legs, unaware that they were concealing a full bladder “It’s a pleasure.” Mary-Ann smiled and nodded in a slight bow. Sarah took back over “Should we start?” Lou agreed and led the two to the elevators. As the doors shut behind them, Mary-Ann couldn’t help but turn around. The women’s bathroom was just across from them, mocking her as the doors closed. She swallowed hard, hoping her bladder could take the punishment she knew she’d be in for. As she sat down in Lou’s luxurious office for their meeting, Mary-Ann’s bladder would have preferred that she ask for relief. Gone was the gentle and occasional nudge from a slightly full bladder and its place was the constant pressure of a distressed abdomen. She rubbed her stomach, just above her bladder, and jittered her exposed legs. She promised herself she be fine. She had been here before. This was nothing. At least, that’s what she told herself. ################# The song wasn't her favorite, but it wasn't one she'd heard in a while. As Karenna sat in the parking lot facing the office, she was more than relaxed. A smile sat on her face. It'd be a quiet day. Or half day. Turning off her car, Karenna grabbed the keys for the office building and stepped out into the warm sun. Dressed in her grey slacks and white blouse, she still looked professional as she entered the predictably empty office. The light switch was the first thing she touched. With just a flick of her wrist, the entire empty office lit up. No one was there to greet her. Until it wasn’t there, Karenna didn’t realize how much she missed her boss coming to greet her every morning. Of course, Karenna loved seeing Mary-Ann anyway, but it was always a plus to see her before work. Still, Karenna happily set her things down on her desk and took a drink from her bottle of soda. Standing in front of her desk, Karenna grabbed a few things off of her work pile and thumbed through them. A few calls to make, a networking event to plan, and whatever emails had come through that day. It was nothing too difficult. Disappointingly, Karenna didn’t see if Mary-Ann had reviewed her marking plan. She shrugged and walked around her desk to sit down. She’d start with her calls. Those would be easy. #################### If Sarah wasn’t here, Mary-Ann knew she’d have been found out long ago. Foregoing her previous attempts to distract herself, she instead opted to tense her muscles. Stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt hard. The mounted pressure was crushing her privates. “…Actually I think Mary-Ann has some statistics on that.” Sarah was leaving the conversation up to Mary-Ann. Having lost concentration, Mary-Ann stumbled through her start. “Uh...W-well…um, yeah.” She laughed awkwardly at nothing in particular Sarah gave her a quick look. If her stares were daggers, Mary-Ann would be dead. She recovered “So, despite our relative size, we’re able to actually process over 30 applications per day, which comes out to…” She paused, squeezing her sensitive genital lips together “…about 1 sale per week, for an average of.” She took a moment to uncross her desperate legs “…of about $12,000 in revenue per sale.” Lou didn’t answer immediately. He clasped his hands together and put them over his mouth. Mary-Ann opened her mouth to say something when Sarah nudged her arm. The sudden sensation sent a shockwave through her body. Her command of every tightened muscle was briefly released and Mary-Ann took a quick, shallow breath in response. She held herself and batted her thighs together. Lou spoke first “Frankly Ms. Adimari, I don’t care what you do in revenue.” He smiled “I’m not buying your company.” “She’s not asking you to.” Sarah interjected Lou looked Sarah in the eye. A quizzical look. “What I care about.” He looked to Sarah, then to Mary-Ann, who was still trying to reign in her bladder “Is if we hand you a land deal for a million dollars or more, or if we hand you a deal on an office building, that you can take care of it in a timely manner, with a good quote.” “O-o..of course I could –“ Mary-Ann’s desperation was starting to show. Still, Lou stopped her with a simple raise of his hand “I know the potential for your business is quite expansive here. But I need to be able to trust you. Sarah’s done a great job at explaining your prior success, but I just need to know that you can handle a massive influx of capital, and the complexity of each deal.” “I can handle any of the legal complexities Lou, you know that.” Sarah’s tone had shifted, it was almost sultry. Taking the document that Mary-Ann had provided, she slid it across Lou’s desk. Flipping to a specific page, she pointed to a few figures while leaning over his desk. Clearly contenting her big boobs as she spoke. Mary-Ann took the opportunity to hold herself and recross her legs. “See Mary-Ann’s lovely assistant Karenna helped her put this together, but you’ll see on this page that she outlines her growth from your deals.” Sarah paused, hoping his old eyes were taking in everything. She continued “More advertising, more new hires…Mary-Ann’s got it all planned out sweety, you know that.” The room fell silent, Lou was thinking. As he did so, Mary-Ann grimaced. She rubbed her free hand across her abdomen. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Mary-Ann started to bounce her stocking clad legs. Just crossing them was no longer helping. She needed the business, but she was starting to need the bathroom more. ########### Karenna hung up the phone on her last call for the day. The internet had made finding business easy. How business leads were found before every computer was connected to another she’d never know or care to know. What mattered was how much easier it made her job. Finishing her soda, she tossed it into the trashcan. Turning her attention to her next task, Karenna opened up a new document on her computer. Though it was a template, it still needed to be filled in. Her curser flashed as it awaited input. What made the task of writing the presentation so difficult, is that it wouldn’t be her words. Mary-Ann would be doing the talking, or at least, that’s how it had been. The added responsibility that was given to Karenna should have been a cause for joy. Currently, it was a source of slight aggravation. It was a nice day outside, and after her time off, it was hard to come back and have a list of things to do. Navigating through her shared files with Mary-Ann, Karenna found an old presentation that Mary-Ann must have typed herself. It was dated nearly a year ago. Using her boss’s language, phrases and listed knowledge, Karenna combined it with her own. Now with a path forward, Karenna began to type. As she did so, she felt her bladder nudge her. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She’d finish this, then go. Still typing, a slight smile broke the corners of her lips. Not even a year working here and Karenna already had more than one memorable experience. As the memories of her last day of work came back to her, Karenna started to work on autopilot. The content of her script was important to her, but her mind was elsewhere. She stopped to think. The events now dominating her mind. The only thing that broke her rambling thoughts was a sudden, expected video call from Nia. She could use the break. Alone in the office, Karenna answered the personal call. “Heeyy girl!” Nia started with enthusiasm “Aren’t you supposed to be at practice?” Karenna asked joyfully “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Nia playfully fired back Karenna rolled and batted her eyes “I don’t know…” She smiled Nia was stretched out on a bed, that much was obvious. “I’m bored. You got time for a break?” “Yeah sure, what’s up?” “Just got out of practice, relaxing and sick of running. How’s your first day back?” “I wish it was more exciting. Just me in the office.” “Oh. That kind of exciting.” Nia said flirtatiously “Stoppp!” Karenna took the teasing in stride With a giggle the girls happily continued to chat, Karenna was totally unaware of the predicament her boss was actually in. ########################## As Mary-Ann finished her answer to a question, she couldn’t help but shift and cross her legs in another way. She felt bloated; heavy even, and she had no idea how long the meeting had been going for. She felt as though her enthusiasm had dropped, as she was now focused almost entirely on holding back her floodwaters. Part of her wondered if she would be as desperate if she could openly use her hands to hold herself, but there was no way she was about to do that here. Had it just been her and Sarah, maybe. Certainly not in front of Lou. For now she had to rely on the ability of her most delicate muscles. They could save her, if they were strong enough. She squeezed and contracted her walls in hopes that they could do the trick. She was sure her panties were showing off these contractions. At least they were hidden. “…you’ve certainly given us plenty to consider.” Lou was talking, sounded like he was wrapping up “But…” Mary-Ann took a deep breath. They weren’t done. A wave of desperation overtook her. She could feel the pressure of a full bladder, done with her social niceties, press down hard on her genitals. Mary-Ann’s mind drifted again. Sarah was talking. At least she was true to her word. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if it was good luck or bad that she only had to focus on her weighty bladder. She swallowed hard. Feeling as though the desperate urge would never leave her. It had won mind, her full attention. She clenched her womanly muscles again, hoping that the pressure would dissipate. It did not. Here to stay, it pressed against her tight muscles. Unable to continue in her subtly, Mary-Ann balled her hand into a fist and pressed it into her thigh, hoping the new sensation would distract her from the tension of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her pussy as she dug harder into her thigh. That same tingling feeling returning. Mary-Ann knew that feeling. As much as she hoped it was from her hand being that close to her sensitive slit, in the back of her mind, she had another thought. It was an unclean thought. Her eyes darted about the room. She had to focus. Something, anything that wasn’t her bladder. A clock. None. A picture. Maybe. Lou and his family. Right on the bookshelf behind him. Her eyes burrowing into the photo, Mary-Ann wanted it to distract her from the growing pain in her abdomen. “What do you say? Does that work for you Mary-Ann?” Lou addressed her “Uh…wha…yeah.” She laughed nervously “Um…sure.” “You don’t seem to sure.” “She’s sure.” Sarah interjected. “Don’t let this little innocent shtick fool you, Mary-Ann’s more than ready.” “Oh I have no doubt she can handle just one.” At least Mary-Ann knew what they were talking about now. Regaining some composure, she smiled through her desperation. “A-and given that I’m going to h…handle it myself….I-I can assure you that we’ll earn the rest of your business.” Lou put his hands up, a few inches off his desk “Hey, I like your understated ability.” He reached out his hand to shake Mary-Ann’s. “I know you won’t let me down.” Speed and accuracy The thought came back to Mary-Ann. Her conversation with Sarah. “Saturday at the latest. With a breakdown of everything.” Mary-Ann’s true confidence came through her desperation. Lou smiled, shook the bursting businesswoman’s and firmly, then reached out to Sarah. “I do have another meeting here girls, my apologies if I don’t walk you to the elevators.” Sarah acknowledged that it was ok, speaking for both her and Mary-Ann, who just smiled and stood. As Mary-Ann rose from her seat, an indescribable weight pulled her torso down, and she gasped as she felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Her thighs touched. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. It was almost indescribable. How minuscule of a dribble may have leaked out. But Mary-Ann was sure it happened. Perhaps she was traumatized from her prior bouts of desperation. Maybe she hadn’t. Her mind was convinced. For her, that’s all it took. Mary-Ann assumed that a spirt of pee escaped into her panties. She recrossed her legs quickly as she bent forward, and act that Lou should have seen, but his attention had turned to his computer, a look of concern on his face. It him little time to observe Mary-Ann’s desperation. Not that the act went unnoticed. They left without another word, as Mary-Ann walked, her twitching muscles giving away her current desperation. Quickly, they reached the elevators and entered, the only two in the small box. Sarah spoke softly “You…really have to go to the bathroom, don’t you?” Mary-Ann nodded and crossed her legs, bending down as she felt the elevator begin to move. Sarah sighed. “Can you hold it until we get back to your office?” Mary-Ann’s eyes went wide, fear striking her heart. She felt like her stomach had bottomed out. “W-w…why?” “I’m already late for my next meeting.” The elevator doors opened and the two stepped out. A group of people went in after them. The desperate Mary-Ann and Sarah walked into the lobby, the bathroom doors taunting Mary-Ann. Stopping in the lobby, she had to ask “Look, Sarah. I really, really need to pee. I know you’re late but a few extra seconds wouldn’t hurt.” Sarah looked at the bathrooms, then to Mary-Ann, who had recrossed her legs. As they stood, Mary-Ann couldn’t help but put a hand in front of herself. Sarah frowned. “Oh gosh, you’re about to start grabbing yourself. Sure, go ahead.” Mary-Ann quickly turned away with Sarah adding “As a favor to me though please be quick. Like super fast.” With a nod Mary-Ann walked to the restroom, the push door calling out to her. She was so close, this time mastering her desperation. She reached for the door. Nothing. She tried again. It pushed back. Locked. She looked around, as if it could have been some sort of joke. She looked around the lobby of the building. She didn’t see anyone that could explain why the door would be locked. Sarah asked “It’s not closed is it?” “Y-yeah…” “Maybe they’re being cleaned. I really don’t have time for you to find a janitor.” Mary-Ann’s desperation increased with her denial. Crossing her legs and bending forward, she couldn’t help but clutch the hiem of her short skirt. Sarah walked over to her, instead of talking from across the room. She put her arm around Mary-Ann “C’mon. I need to get going.” “B-but…” “You’re going to be fine.” Begrudgingly, Mary-Ann allowed herself to be herded away from the door. As they stepped out into the warm air, Mary-Ann quickly moved towards Sarah’s car. Outpacing the other woman, she was stopped by the locked door. Forced to now stand and wait, she tapped her foot and crossed her legs. She recrossed them. Up and down she bobbed and bounced. Sarah unlocked the door. Climbing into the passenger side, Mary-Ann sat down next to Sarah. Now finally out of the public eye, she placed her hand against her crotch. The pain of holding her full bladder eased a little. Maybe, just maybe, she’d make it. ########## As Karenna chatted with Nia, she continued to type, working away on the presentation. Nia continued to talk “…I kind of miss Drew already to be honest. We haven’t been out this way for a week yet and I’m already bothering him whenever I can. I hate staying in hotels.” “You have enough time to bother your husband during practice?” “No. But afterwords.” “And he’s not free right now so you’re calling me?” “I can hang up if I’m in your way.” Karenna looked at her phone, taken by Nia’s face, and smiled. “You’re never in my way.” Nia smiled and made a half heart with her hand, holding it in front of her chest. Karenna did the same. Their conversation felt as though it was at a standstill. Looking at the time on her computer, Karenna broke the news to Nia. “Hey, boss is supposed to be back from her meeting in like twenty. I’ll catch you later.” “Yeah, of course. Good meeting?” Karenna shrugged “More business maybe. Poor Mary-Ann’s going to be overworked.” “You think so?” “You should see how much she does now. I really gotta pass this test quick. Take more off her plate.” “You really should be taking that licensing for you. Not her.” “Maybe both of us?” “Kar. It’s business.” Karenna went quiet as her mind went back to her time in the office just a week prior. How Mary-Ann saw her. How much she fantasized about it. “I know. You like her.” Nia added “Still. You think about others too much. Anyway, I’ll see you. I gotta pee.” Nia began to climb off the bed, which had served as a background for most of the call. Karenna pouted, her own bladder asking her for relief as well “Why the face?” Nia asked “I gotta pee too.” “What? You want to pee together then?” “Really?” “Unless you were going to pee your pants again.” “Shut up! Besides, I mostly made it.” “Not based on the pictures you sent.” Karenna didn’t want to divulge what exactly happened. It was a memory for her, one she’d cherish for her own lustful reasons. Standing from her desk, she began to walk in lockstep with Nia, each towards their respective bathrooms. “Honestly I don’t know how you talk me into these things.” The two smiled at each other. They knew. It was a bond. A friendship that had been forged by hardship and trust. Karenna opened the door to the single person bathroom and turned on the light. The small room lit up quickly. Nia had done the same on her end and was pulling down her athletic shorts. Karenna stood in front of the toilet, getting the fly down on her grey business pants. As she sent them to the floor and sat on the toilet, a hiss began to come through the speakers on her phone. Though just showing her face on the phone, it was obvious that Nia had started to pee. Soon Karenna sat down on the toilet, and started peeing too. Karenna’s stream was gentle. Quick, but not invasive to the water below. Instead it gently pushed it aside as it flowed from her womanly lips and into the water below her. In contrast, Nia’s much louder stream indicated just how much more her bladder was used to holding. A smile crossed Nia’s face. The audible hiss that accompanied the fast moving pee that was spraying out of her. It moved at a slight arc, spraying past her young labia before splashing into the toilet below her. In her competitive spirit, she almost took pride in the obvious noise that her hissing snatch and loudly splashing toilet water. Competitively she asked Karenna “Kar are you even peeing? Doesn’t sound like it.” “Oh my gosh yes I’m going, see?” Karenna pointed her phone down, parting her legs and exposing her still pissing pussy to Nia “Shouldn’t it look more like this then?” Nia did the same, her clear spraying piss was much more obvious “You need to hydrate better.” Nia’s stream was starting to slow Karenna’s remaining piss was merely dripping out of her while she defended herself “I told you I only kind of had to go.” As Nia stopped peeing she teased “Should we have waited until your pants started changing color?” Karenna felt a jolt rush through her body. There were no secrets between the two friends. Half-jokingly, Karenna kept the phone trained on her dripping snatch. She rubbed the skin just outside of her labia, massaging her lips. “Yeah? You’re gonna keep teasing me about it?” Her voice gave away her growing arousal “Ok, you made it weird, I’m out. Go get your boss to tease you about it” The two laughed. Karenna added “I wish” “I bet you do. Alright. I’ll see you.” With that, the two disconnected. As Karenna grabbed for a roll of toilet paper, she could only hope that Mary-Ann was having as much fun as she was. ################# Traffic. Not as bad as before. But traffic. Mary-Ann had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the truck in front of them too many times. She played with her phone, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She really had to pee. The usual coffee she’d down in the office, plus the water at the gym every morning were the typical collaborators. Of course, she had made such and effort to avoid this. Unable to remain subtle in her movements, she had no choice but to place her hand over her short skirt, holding her thin panties underneath. A sign offered relief. “Sarah, can we please stop? I…I’ll pee at a gas station, I don’t care.” “No. I’m sorry Mary-Ann, I just can’t be spending all that extra time right now. I’m late enough as it is.” Mary-Ann could swear that she felt a dampness at her crotch. She was convinced that she had felt drips and drops of fresh pee leak into her panties. The silence didn’t help. Passing the exit that housed her relief made it worse. They weren’t far from her office, she could recognize some of the landmarks. She could still hope. At this point, hope was all she had. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep you in pain but we’re almost there.” “Do, do you have like a cup? Something I can…” “What, like to use to…No. And I don’t think I’d let you anyway. It’d be a little undignified.” “No less dignified than wetting myself.” “It’s not that bad.” “It’s getting there.” Not a moment passed after they returned to silence, then Mary-Ann found herself rocking back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. The cold hand of fear gripped Mary-Ann’s heart. Spanning the length of her body like a web, images of her accident and desperate roadside pee came to mind. A weightless feeling enraptured her arms. Her extremities tingled. They were cold. Nearly every brain function was focused on preventing her bladder from relaxing. Every bump in the road, every turn of the tire seemed to exponentially fill her bladder. Her ability to wait was dwindling, even as the town that housed her office came into view. She could feel her long legs contracting towards her body. Curling into a tight ball. Anything to feed different sensations to her bladder, anything to counter the mounting pressure. Mary-Ann had never felt so insecure. She couldn’t stop focusing on her accident from a month ago. Her stomach, which she regularly spent time trying to tone and slim, was now bulging. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her mind could hardly comprehend. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. If it was the fear of having another accident or the reality she didn’t know. She didn’t have time to know. The town’s exit was right here. Close. She was starting to shake as the car made its way up the exit ramp. “You’re almost there. You’ll be fine.” Sarah talked her through it. “I…I know…” Mary-Ann sucked air in through clenched teeth It was just another stoplight. Or two. She squirmed in her seat, keeping her hand against her crotch. In a way she was jealous. Sarah friend didn’t have to struggle. She didn’t have to worry. But here Mary-Ann was. Punished for some sort of misdoing. She was sure of it. It was the only reason why she was stuck holding on to a full bladder. Her liquids needed to make their way out, and her denial had only made her bladder angrier. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety was starting to take hold. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that worried her, it was the mental battle with herself that she was unwilling to fight. Sarah was pulling into the parking lot. Relief was close. It made it worse. As her anticipation grew, so did Mary-Ann’s distress. Her legs helped hold her aching muff. Rather than just pressing against her pussy, her fingers were actively shoved against her labia, enough that Mary-Ann could feel the heat of her snatch against her fingers. As she dug in, she pushed her damp panties against her clit unintentionally, sending a wave of pleasure that temporarily overrode her desperation. Sarah parked, ready to let her out. “You made it.” Sarah said with a smile, carrying some sort of pride. “Mmmfph…” Mary-Ann jittered and squirmed in her seat. It wasn’t the pressure of holding her full bladder that got her. After opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. As if the entire weight of the world was baring down on her snatch. A pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Mary-Ann to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shook. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. She felt her panties warm as she moved out of the car. “What? What’s the matter?” Sarah sounded worried “P…pee. I just peed a little.” “Oh. Oh my goodness, go. Go to the bathroom. Then call me, ok?” Mary-Ann nodded and slammed the door shut. Regaining control of herself, she ran as fast as her heels would let her. Around the car and towards her office. Hands buried into her crotch, she was closer than ever. She yanked open the unlocked door. Darted down the small hallway. Reached for the bathroom door. Locked. Again. Mary-Ann could almost cry. Whimpering and clutching herself at the door, Mary-Ann could hear the faucet running. Karenna must have been washing her hands. Mary-Ann could feel herself leaking into her already wet panties. She knocked ferociously on the door “Karenna please! Please open the door.” “Just a min-“ “I’ve been waiting all morning, I can’t wait any longer. Please!” There was little to hang on to. Mary-Ann was at her mental limit. Her legs were wrapped around each other like a vine. Each passing second could have been a year. The door latch was undone. Mary-Ann nearly ripped Karenna’s arm off as she flung the door open. Karenna tried to turn back to washing her hands, trying not to look. Mary-Ann yanked the toilet lid open, the porcelain smacking against itself. It was too fast, the lid fell back down as she tried to get her panties down. Relief was there. So close. Her mind relaxed her hold. A warm trickling feeling began in her crotch. It was familiar. Her labia tickled and twinged as she felt a rush of hot pee fall out of her. Her already damp panties became that much wetter as she rewet them, the same warm sensation running down her thighs. She could feel her clear pee breaking though the soaking fabric of her panties. Some splattered on the tile floor. She opened the toilet lid again, still wetting her panties. It stayed this time. Finally pulled her skirt up and her saturated panties down. The relief of finally making it and the satisfaction of her easing muscles forced Mary-Ann to moan. Out loud and over her hissing slit she noted “Sarah…didn’t let me take a break…” Her closed eyes and ample spray confirmed it “I…I’m sorry.” Karenna felt embarrassed as she turned off the tap “I had no idea it was that bad.” Mary-Ann leaned back, the jet of desperately held pee splashing the toilet water. Her breathing was still heavy, her body not registering her relief. She felt like a primitive woman. Naked almost. She felt good, and that’s all she knew. She exhaled. Mary-Ann made it. Karenna couldn’t help but stare. Her boss, her crush, was sitting right next to her. Moaning and gasping in relief. Her jaw was slacked, open as Mary-Ann exhaled. Karenna felt unworthy of watching such a display. Sheepishly, she looked over at her bosses legs. They were closed tight. Pressed together, Karenna couldn’t see any of her more sensitive areas. But she heard the hissing, spraying and splashing of the forcible urine exiting her. She looked at Mary-Ann’s panties. They were a light, off white color. Nearly see through now with how much she had pissed in them. Karenna was aroused at the sight. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Mary-Ann contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with. The hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. She exhaled deeply and opened her eyes. Karenna was still there. She put her head in her hands. “Can…can you not watch me?” She couldn’t look Karenna in the eyes. “S…sorry.” Karenna stammered “I…I’ll. I’ll just go.” She quietly left. As her forceful stream started to trickle and drip, Mary-Ann surveyed the damage. Her skirt was still remarkably dry from what she could see, but her panties were ruined. She had no spare underwear, even if she did it wouldn’t match. Dripping into the toilet, Mary-Ann debated what to do. Reaching down, she touched the fabric. The wet, damp texture pulsed through her body. That same tingling, almost electric feeling rushed through her. You could just not wear them. The idea was foreign to her. Scary. It felt so wrong. She might as well be naked. You could wear them the rest of the day just be gross. That wasn’t appealing either. Standing from the toilet and flushing, Mary-Ann stepped out of her panties. She held them in her hand. Squeezed them, feeling the wetness. She took a deep breath. Afraid. Making her decision, she tossed them into the trash. She looked in the mirror. Her panty-less bottom would be her own secret. After washing her hands, Mary-Ann stepped out of the bathroom. Her mind racing, imagining herself getting caught any second. The worry took hold. Her legs felt lighter, her stomach tighter. Running on instinct, she walked towards Karenna’s desk. With every step she could feel her soft, moist lips brushing against her smooth legs. She could imagine the outline of herself against her skirt. Her mouth felt dry. The air conditioning was on, Mary-Ann felt the cooler air tickling her as it ran, her mind trained on the worry that Karenna would notice. Stopping at Karenna’s desk, Mary-Ann was at a loss for words. She knows Mary-Ann’s mind lied to her. Karenna waited for her boss to say something. Karenna supposed that her boss was feeling a little shy after what happened. She offered “You have much left to do today boss?” “Hmm? Oh, yeah.” Mary-Ann laughed nervously “Yeah, lots to do.” “Good. Well, not good, but you know.” It was Karenna’s turn to laugh nervously. Nothing but awkwardness between the two. Mary-Ann spoke “So uh…you working on your exam?” “Uh-huh.” “Good. Good. I’ll get to your marketing plan by the end of the day. Sarah wanted me to call, and I need to get back to Valerie.” “Ok.” The two nodded and Mary-Ann left for her office, Karenna not really knowing what to say. ##################### Retreating to her office, Mary-Ann sat down in her chair. Despite being surrounded by her work, there was a certain level of comfort that came with it. She could feel her bare pussy against the fabric of her short skirt. Pushing forward, she could feel the leather of the chair. It was new. Trying to forget her own secret, she gave Sarah a call. It rang once, twice. Maybe Sarah was already in her meeting. Mary-Ann hoped not, she needed something to take her mind off of her panty-less situation. Another ring, and another. Mentally, Mary-Ann prepared to leave a voicemail. Then she heard Sarah's voice on the other end of the phone. Mary-Ann tried her best to be casual, not wanting to sound odd or suspicious. But the feeling of her bare pussy exposed under her short skirt was getting the better of her. Her mind raced, trying to get back to work. "Hey.” Sarah’s voice was soft "Hey. You wanted me to call?” “Yeah, I don’t have a ton of time here. You ok?” “I’m fine.” Mary-Ann maneuvered in her chair, aware of herself “Good. Listen, you did a great job today. We’ll need to be getting Lou that paperwork fast, so I’m going to send over a generic contract for you to fill out.” “Sounds like a plan.” The two went quiet before Sarah added “And um…I’m sorry about making you wait. Normally I wouldn’t have, but I’m just pulling into the parking lot now. I’m like right on time.” “No, no. I get it. But still…” “I know. It hurt. I guess I owe you one. You did a great job and lookout for that paperwork, okay?” “Thanks.” With that, the two hung up. Mary-Ann placed her phone down on her desk and looked at it, a smile cresting her face. She had done it. A business call, with Sarah completely unaware that Mary-Ann was exposed. She parted her legs, feeling the cool air on her bare pussy. It felt, different. Picking up Karenna’s proposed marketing materials, Mary-Ann fell back into her role at the office. Spreading her legs every so often as she emersed herself in her work. ############ Time had passed, how much time, Mary-Ann didn't care. Karenna was a good artist, and her attention to detail when it came to language was impressive. As she moved on to review another application for a mortgage, her email notification rang out. It was Sarah. She must have been out of her meeting, the paperwork she had mentioned was attached. Mary-Ann skimmed it. As promised, it was rather generic. But it didn’t have to be detailed, just legally binding. Given Sarah’s expertise, Mary-Ann could only assume. Signing what she could electronically, Mary-Ann sent the document off the printer, expecting Karenna to bring it to her as soon as it was ready. She looked back over the mortgage application, using her knowledge to accurately review it. It felt like a second hadn’t even passed before her phone buzzed. It was Karenna Something’s up with the printer With an eye roll Mary-Ann walked out of her office and passed Karenna’s desk. Walking by her employee, she said aloud “We really need to get a new one of these. Was giving me problems all morning!” Karenna didn’t look up from her computer. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten it to work.” Mary-Ann pressed the same buttons she had that morning. Another beep sounded. “Is there paper in this thing? There was plenty this morning.” “Oh, I just printed out another application. Might have been my fault. Here-“ Karenna opened a drawer from her desk and handed a stack of papers to Mary-Ann, who walked over. Karenna added “My bad, I should have thought of that first, but you know how this thing is.” “It’s fine. I needed the break.” Mary-Ann was facing the printer again. Not thinking, but instead acting from her comfortable state, she opened the bottom compartment of the printer. And got on all fours. Karenna had learned to expect much from her experiences in the past month, but very little could have prepared her for what she saw. Her crush, the current object of her lust was down on all fours, and clearly not wearing any underwear. Every contour, fold and edge of her boss’s most sensitive skin was visible. Her soft womanly lips, the deep red skin under it, all things that a proper business woman would intend to hide. Here Karenna was, witnessing it firsthand. It was something she felt she’d never see, and maybe she shouldn’t. Why she was granted such a sight, she’d never know. What mattered is that she’d take it in. Karenna’s mind went blank. All she could do was stare. Instantly she felt her own privates moisten. Aroused, she lost all interest in her work. She crossed her legs under the table, grabbing her thighs in unmitigated desire. She bit her lip. Then Mary-Ann stood, and turned around. Karenna still wasn’t registering anything. Her eyes fixated at what she’d just seen. She hardly noticed the color drain from Mary-Ann’s face as she realized her mistake. It was only when Mary-Ann’s hands covered her face in shame that Karenna’s mind took back control. Her jaw dropped as Mary-Ann looked up, her eyes just peaking out from her hands. “I…I am s-so sorry…” Karenna couldn’t speak. Mary-Ann quickly grabbed the document from the printer and started to hustle, nearly run back to her office. “Wait-“ Karenna spoke, confidence from nowhere Mary-Ann was by Karenna’s desk. She turned, her green eyes meeting Karenna’s brown. “Did…did you have another accident?” Mary-Ann looked at the floor and nodded. “I-I mean kind of...they were a mess. Not-not like last time.” Karenna nodded, understanding. “Kind of like me last week.” “I-I guess so.” The two went quiet, Karenna was the first one to speak after a moment “It’s ok. What happened last week. I mean, I didn’t tell you. But I was ok with it.” Mary-Ann said nothing. Karenna had a thought come to her. She nearly laughed, but she did smile awkwardly “But I guess it is only fair.” Mary-Ann gave her a questioning look. Karenna continued “Well…you’ve seen mine…now I’ve seen yours.” Karenna paused “And…I guess we’re both just a little accident prone, you know?” Karenna didn’t know what to think of her own sentence. It didn’t even feel like hers. Mary-Ann looked at the floor, then to Karenna, then to her office. Then back to Karenna. She opened her arms. “Hug it out?” Karenna nearly leapt out of her chair to hug her crush, who hugged back. “How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?” “I don’t know.” Karenna really didn’t know. It was a friendly hug, one that Karenna didn’t want to end. Yet it did. Pulling back Mary-Ann asked “Thanks Karenna. Really.” She sighed “I mean I hate to describe myself that way but I guess it’s been true here recently. I’m glad you’re my employee.” She sighed. “But lets be a little bit better about managing ourselves, ok?” Karenna nodded and smiled “I’m glad you’re my boss.” Mary-Ann smiled back. Despite the work still on her plate, she couldn’t help but feel at peace. “Maybe keep this between us though?” Karenna made a zipper motion with her hand across her own mouth. Mary-Ann’s secret was safe with her. Little did either of them know, but they were about to have plenty of secrets between them soon. A/N: Sorry for how long these have been recently, the next few will be much shorter!
  10. "It's probably been done, but definitely not this poorly" is my new motto

  11. She just got piss-mogged so hard lol
  12. I don't watch Asian cartoons all that much but I know what I like when I see it. Second panel especially
  13. Mine is a story on here that I remember about a mother going to a museum and being really desperate. She goes up to the security guard to ask where the bathrooms are and he delays her. She then just makes it, all the while trying to hide her desperate state. I think it has some follow up stories, but I’m mad that I can’t find it anymore. Was one of the first stories I read on here way back
  14. Considering we’re around the same age and I lost mine to a crazy woman that could have been violent…just know that it could be worse.
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