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  1. I've been meaning to finish this one off for a while - I don't have any other fiction ideas at the moment, unfortunately, but wanted to wrap up loose ends. I experimented with less traditional ways of putting things together here and am not sure if it's enjoyable like this or not, but thought I'd put it out there in case anyone does like it. From: Central To: Commander Subject: Experiment Debrief Date: 7/2/2035 Grateful for another successful mission, another Elder Chosen dead. And we didn’t lose a single soldier. Regardless of their… issues, Zilant & Wyvern are now our two most successful squads and I’m grateful for their work. Here is the report on the experiment. Not sure what you and the eggheads plan to do with this data, but hope it helps them. Wyvern Marguerite “Snake Eyes” Dupont, France, assault Bladder: 507 mL Bowels: 472 g Xuanji “Doc” Jiang, China, support Bladder: 201 mL Bowels: 677 g Jessie “Deep Six” Edwards, UK, grenadier Bladder: 109 mL Bowels: 202 g Anastasia “Ghost” Davydov, Russia, Reaper Bladder: 76 mL Bowels: 47 g Jane “Quiet” Kelly, Ireland, assault Bladder: 91 mL Bowels: 99 g Bridget “Oracle” McGregor, Scotland, psi operative Bladder: 782 mL Bowels: 93 g Zilant Astrid “Vandal” Gaustad, Norway, assault Bladder: 377 mL Bowels: 91 g Ginevra “Vita” Contarini, Italy, support Bladder: 499 mL Bowels: 277 g Hannah “Vixen” Campbell, Australia, sniper Bladder: 101 mL Bowels: 501 g Yessica “Volt” Castro, Templar Bladder: 799 mL Bowels: 511 g Millie “Valkyrie” Kahl, Germany, sniper Bladder: 220 mL Bowels: 299 g Monifa “Valentine” Akerele, Nigeria, grenadier Bladder: 77 mL Bowels: 41 g Summary As suspected, psionic powers reduce bladder capacity and Yessica and Bridget’s numbers indicate their bladder not only entirely emptied, but partially re-filled and emptied again during the mission. However, it’s inconclusive if it affects bowels. Bridget, it seems, has above average bowel control while Yessica does not. Marguerite, Ginevre, and possibly Astrid lost bladder control entirely at some point, their number in the normal range for a bladder’s capacity - 400-600 mL. Marguerite & Yessica seemed to experience total bowel loss, with bowel capacity in humans averaging between 400-600 grams. However, lower bladder control doesn’t seem entirely correlated with lower bowel control. Hannah & Xuanji did not entirely empty their bladders but did empty their bowels. On the other spectrum, Monifa, Jane, & Anastasia demonstrated near-continence. Recommendation We recommend dividing up the team members into three categories of protective undergarments. We need more data to confirm the categories the women are in, and to determine if incontinence is improving or weakening. However, our initial recommendation is: Padded panties - These are discreet, with padding for minor bladder loss. They are full cut panties that are specially designed to be easily washable in case of small bowel loss. The upside is less mobility concerns and no potential visibility issues regardless of clothing type, along with probable psychological benefits to the soldier. Jane Kelly Monifa Akerele Anastasia Davydov Pull-ups - These can be pulled up or down like panties and are generally not visible regardless of clothing type, but wearers not used to them will notice in strenuous activity and may need to develop a routine regarding baby powder or other anti-rash equipment. Ours are especially designed to handle medium-level leaks up to a full bladder loss and can contain some bowel loss. A full bowel loss may result in leakage. Jessie Edwards Astrid Gaustad Millie Kahl Ginevra Contarini - borderline, need more data Tape-up diapers - These are full diapers that may be difficult to put on by the operator, though some may be able to do so. Baggier clothing is needed to avoid visibility concerns, but these can contain multiple full wetting accidents and a full messing accident. Yessica has a stock of a version compatible with her armor; we recommend duplicating these for Bridget. Yessica Castro Bridget McGregor Marguerite Dupont Xuanji Jiang Hannah Campbell From: Central To: Commander Subject: Longitudinal Study Check-In Date: 8/9/2035 Congratulations on the continued successes. Here’s the data in progress from Wyvern & Zilant since starting our measurement of female continence. Summary Protection has provided a boon for the propaganda department, and far more footage of Wyvern & Zilant’s missions have been used. The realization that partial incontinence is common in both squads has also ended tensions, allowing the squads to work together more successfully. From a combat and strategy standpoint, we can consider this a success. As a study on female incontinence, we do not have enough data yet to determine if incontinence is getting better or worse, but we do have a baseline to compare them to from civilian volunteers for our experiment. They were exposed to similar situations via virtual reality. Interestingly, our soldiers, despite being well trained and able to ignore incontinence during combat situations, are not any more continent than civilians without previous exposure to aliens or military training. Our initial hypothesis is that combat training has no impact on continence and the aliens don’t either - this is normal for human women who encounter hostile aliens. Our categorization of squad members for the three different types of incontinence equipment seems to have hit the mark. We recommend keeping everyone in the current category of undergarment, with the understanding that occasionally the padded panties and pull-up users will have a lapse in control that may be beyond the capacity, but that it is rare enough to be worth the mobility, flexibility, and confidence boost to the wearer. How to interpret the data: Name Bladder data: Wetting accidents (out of 7 missions, defined by leakage greater than 50 mL) Bladder size - small (<350 mL), below average (350-450 mL), average (450-500 mL), above average (500-550 mL), large (550+ mL) Bladder control - incontinent, below average, average, above average, continent Bowel data: Bowel size - small (<300 g), below average (300-350 g), average (350-450 g), above average (450-500 g), large (>500 g) Messing accidents (out of 7 missions, defined by expulsion greater than 20 g) Bowel control - incontinent, below average, average, above average, continent Astrid “Vandal” Gaustad, Norway, assault Bladder 7/7 Size: Small Rating: Below Average Bowels 1/7 Size: Average Rating: Above Average Ginevra “Vita” Contarini, Italy, support Bladder 7/7 Size: Average Rating: Below Average Bowels 4/7 Size: Average Rating: Below Average Hannah “Vixen” Campbell, Australia, sniper Bladder 3/7 Size: Above Average Rating: Above Average Bowels 7/7 Size: Above Average Rating: Incontinent Yessica “Volt” Castro, Templar Bladder 7/7 Size: Average Rating: Incontinent Bowels 5/7 Size: Above Average Rating: Below Average Millie “Valkyrie” Kahl, Germany, sniper Bladder 4/7 Size: Average Rating: Average Bowels 3/7 Size: Average Rating: Average Monifa “Valentine” Akerele, Nigeria, grenadier Bladder 1/7 Size: Large Rating: Above Average Bowels 1/7 Size: Large Rating: Above Average Marguerite “Snake Eyes” Dupont, France, assault Bladder 7/7 Size: Small Rating: Below Average Bowels 6/7 Size: Below Average Rating: Below Average Xuanji “Doc” Jiang, China, support Bladder 4/7 Size: Above Average Rating: Average Bowels 7/7 Size: Large Rating: Below Average Jessie “Deep Six” Edwards, UK, grenadier Bladder 3/7 Size: Average Rating: Above Average Bowels 1/7 Size: Average Rating: Above Average Anastasia “Ghost” Davydov, Russia, Reaper Bladder 2/7 Size: Small Rating: Above Average Bowels 1/7 Size: Small Rating: Above Average Jane “Quiet” Kelly, Ireland, assault Bladder 1/7 Size: Average Rating: Above Average Bowels 2/7 Size: Large Rating: Average Bridget “Oracle” McGregor, Scotland, psi operative Bladder 7/7 Size: Average Rating: Incontinent Bowels 1/7 Size: Above Average Rating: Above Average From: Central To: Commander Subject: Longitudinal Study Report Date: 9/12/2035 I hear we are close to winning this war. As such, this is the final report of our scientists regarding continence among women. Abstract There were questions about the alien invasion’s impact on female continence. Anecdotally, witnessing female incontinence from soldiers and civilians seems to have increased. There are two parts of this study: a study of civilians, both those with a lot of exposure to aliens and those with a little, in various high-stress circumstances through virtual reality, to measure and compare continence. The second part is the use of soldiers from two all-female XCOM squads to measure their continence or lack thereof throughout missions to see if continence changes over time. We have discovered that there is a measurable increase in incontinence with civilians who have more exposure to aliens being less continent while the two XCOM squads had a higher rate of accidents as their missions went on. However, while statistically significant, this was a relatively small shift. The lion’s share of the reported increase in accidents seems to just be the fear factor of facing a hostile alien species. It is still unclear, though, whether this shift from alien exposure is the product of a tangible action by the aliens or just the psychological impact of exposure to hostile aliens. Evidence of psychological correlation rather than causation is that soldiers with higher fear responses tended to struggle the most with continence. One aside as well is that the size of the bladder or bowels does not seem to be heavily correlated with control. Some civilians and soldiers with small bladders or bowels had more leaks, but others were relatively in control. Thus, determining protective undergarments for soldiers was a combination of size and continence. Additionally, while all women studied experienced regular bouts of loss of control, entire bladder or bowel emptying in a singular event was not that common. Only three soldiers in the study experienced this regularly and were thus deemed incontinent. We can conclude with certainty that psionic powers in women does result in total bladder incontinence - this explained the incontinence for two of the soldiers. Research Data Part 1: Soldiers Astrid “Vandal” Gaustad, Norway, assault Bladder Size: Small Rating: Below Average Bowels Size: Average Rating: Above Average Underwear: Pullups Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Partial loss of bladder control (201 mL), no loss of bowel control Mission 2: Total loss of bladder control (361 mL), no loss of bowel control Mission 3: Partial loss of bladder control (207 mL), minor loss of bowel control (57 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (199 mL), no loss of bladder control Mission 5: Partial loss of bladder control (217 mL), partial loss of bowel control (162 g) Commentary: Gaustad is firmly in the pullups category, without a single accident that her pullups could not handle. Bladder leaks are common, and she seems to have a limited capacity - leaks seem less about fear or psychological harm but more about just having a small bladder. Ironically, this saves her in the rare occasion she has completely emptied her bladder, with even a full loss of control contained by her pullups. Her bowel control is in the top 5% of women tested; if her bladder was similar to her bowels, she would be promoted to padded panties. While her loss of bladder control occurs often whenever there is a prolonged period away from a restroom, loss of bowel control seems to only occur when a combination of fear-inducing circumstances and not having relief for an extended period is present. Overall, Gaustad is a calm presence and a trusted leader on the battlefield - this demeanor has definitely helped her continence. Ginevra “Vita” Contarini, Italy, support Bladder Size: Average Rating: Below Average Bowels Size: Average Rating: Below Average Underwear: Pullups Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Partial loss of bladder control (271 mL), partial loss of bowel control (171 g) Mission 2: Minor loss of bladder control (91 mL), minor loss of bowel control (57 g) Mission 3: Total loss of bladder control (501 mL), partial loss of bowel control (163 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (224 mL), partial loss of bowel control (199 g) Mission 5: Total loss of bladder control (477 mL), total loss of bowel control (401 g) Commentary: Contarini was and continues to be considered borderline between pullups and tape-up diapers. If our study scope wasn’t ending soon, the direction of her accidents, which seem to be increasing in frequency and size, would warrant a switch to tape-ups. As such, there were only two missions that the pullups failed in, both within the past three missions. In one, she entirely emptied her bladder out of fear in combat, causing the pullups to leak. The wetness on her pants, while easily visible, were not so apparent as to warrant any embarrassment for her or cause any problems for the propaganda department regarding mission footage. The most recent accident, however, was a total loss of control of her bowels and bladder, resulting in her pullups entirely failing. Her pants were visibly wet and soiled, leading to all footage with her visible having to be deleted. Contarini does have a loss of control when afraid or stressed in combat, and does not seem to notice in the moment, but she also just seems to have limited control. When her bladder or bowels feel full, compared to her peers, Contarini cannot hold for very long before leakage occurs. Hannah “Vixen” Campbell, Australia, sniper Bladder Size: Above Average Rating: Above Average Bowels Size: Above Average Rating: Incontinent Underwear: Tape-Up Diaper Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Minor loss of bladder control (79 mL), total loss of bowel control (471 g) Mission 2: Minor loss of bladder control (81 mL), total loss of bowel control (455 g) Mission 3: Partial loss of bladder control (199 mL), total loss of bowel control (488 g) Mission 4: Minor loss of bladder control (89 mL), total loss of bowel control (457 g) Mission 5: Partial loss of bladder control (201 mL), total loss of bowel control (491 g) Commentary: The most noticeable part of Campbell’s history is her near total incontinence with her bowels. We are unsure if this is physical or psychological. Campbell has veteran experience with long-distance sniping, having trained by waiting hours for her mark. We believe this may have reduced her control of her bowels, as it distracted from her work as a sniper. It is acceptable practice for snipers to relieve themselves as they lay so they can continue to operate their perch and observe. This, however, doesn’t explain Campbell’s above average control of her bladder, though she stated she doesn’t feel embarrassed by accidents at all and would feel totally fine with emptying her bladder if need be. True to her word, her accidents are frequently her letting go preemptively before battle so as to not distract her in combat. While this style serves her well in terms of managing fear and shutting out distractions, this guarantees she will stay in tape-up diapers for her duration of combat service; fortunately, this prospect does not bother her in the slightest. Campbell is proficient at changing her own tape-up diapers, which not all users are capable of. Yessica “Volt” Castro, Templar Bladder Size: Average Rating: Incontinent Bowels Size: Above Average Rating: Below Average Underwear: Tape-Up Diaper Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Total loss of bladder control (477 mL), minor loss of bowel control (61 g) Mission 2: Total loss of bladder control (511 mL), partial loss of bowel control (141 g) Mission 3: Total loss of bladder control x2 (899 mL), partial loss of bowel control (157 g) Mission 4: Total loss of bladder control (501 mL), total loss of bowel control (301 g) Mission 5: Total loss of bladder control x2 (901 mL), total loss of bowel control (327 g) Commentary: Like all female psionic operatives, Castro has essentially no control of her bladder. Especially when she uses her powers, her bladder flows freely - this leads to her even emptying her bladder multiple times in a mission. Contrasted to McGregor, though, Castro also has relatively weak bowel control. It’s unclear if after years of already operating in tape-up diapers, she has essentially trained herself to let go when needed. Castro is a soldier who manages fear well; her loss of bowel control seems to be purely about holding capacity and avoiding distractions. Millie “Valkyrie” Kahl, Germany, sniper Bladder Size: Average Rating: Average Bowels Size: Average Rating: Average Underwear: Pullups Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Minor loss of bladder control (91 mL), minor loss of bowel control (41 g) Mission 2: Partial loss of bladder control (181 mL), minor loss of bowel control (47 g) Mission 3: Minor loss of bladder control (87 mL), partial loss of bowel control (144 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (201 mL), partial loss of bowel control (128 g) Mission 5: Total loss of bladder control (474 mL), total loss of bowel control (401 g) Commentary: Kahl’s continence has neither been particularly strong nor concerningly weak, though it has trended negatively. She is another candidate for transitioning to tape-up diapers if the study were to go longer. Kahl would likely resist this, as she is reluctant to admit she has an incontinence issue and in fact has petitioned to be moved to padded panties, despite no evidence to support this. Kahl’s incontinence seems driven by fear in battle. Make no mistake, Kahl is an exemplary soldier whose fear-induced losses of control do not cause her to freeze in battle or make critical errors, but her bladder and bowels seem to have a mind of their own. Despite the fear-based incontinence, Kahl rarely entirely lets go. Only one mission did this occur, and this was also her only pullup failure. Due to the large number of soldiers experiencing heavier than usual losses of control in this mission, very little footage was used by the propaganda department. Monifa “Valentine” Akerele, Nigeria, grenadier Bladder Size: Large Rating: Above Average Bowels Size: Large Rating: Above Average Underwear: Padded panties Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Minor loss of bladder control (71 mL), no loss of bowel control Mission 2: Minor loss of bladder control (67 mL), minor loss of bowel control (33 g) Mission 3: Minor loss of bladder control (41 mL), minor loss of bowel control (41 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (171 mL), no loss of bowel control Mission 5: Minor loss of bladder control (21 mL), no loss of bowel control Commentary: Akerele has perhaps the best continence among our soldiers and ranks in the top 1% of all test subjects, soldiers and civilians. Two factors play to her advantage. One, she has a larger than average capacity and this seems to help her hold it for longer periods of time. Second, Akerele does not seem to have an issue with fear in combat. Her losses of control are minor because they appear to be stress induced, not fear - hard exercise, running, jumping, etc. that jostles her body results in minor leaks, but nothing that even comes close to the capacity of her padded panties. Only once did she use her panties to capacity - in this particular instance, she had apparently been unable to visit the bathroom before the mission, making her partial loss of control still impressive given the circumstances. Marguerite “Snake Eyes” Dupont, France, assault Bladder Size: Small Rating: Below Average Bowels Size: Below Average Rating: Below Average Underwear: Tape-Up Diaper Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Partial loss of bladder control (191 mL), partial loss of bowel control (127 g) Mission 2: Total loss of bladder control (349 mL), partial loss of bowel control (141 g) Mission 3: Partial loss of bladder control (201 mL), partial loss of bowel control (187 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (187 mL), total loss of bowel control (301 g) Mission 5: Total loss of bladder control (331 mL), total loss of bowel control (320 g) Commentary: Dupont has consistently had one of the weakest bladders and bowels among those we study. While not incontinent, - in normal situations, Dupont has no issues going to the bathroom and knowing when she needs to go - combat produces a very different result. Dupont’s fear response and stress response combines to result in nearly continuous leaks during heavy combat. Fortunately, Dupont’s relatively small bladder and bowel size means tape-up diapers have no difficulty containing her accidents. Dupont is unable to change these by herself, and Jiang usually changes them for her. This partnership has actually improved the combat effectiveness of Jiang and Dupont together, as the two soldiers are now very close. Xuanji “Doc” Jiang, China, support Bladder Size: Above Average Rating: Average Bowels Size: Large Rating: Below Average Underwear: Tape-Up Diaper Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Minor loss of bladder control (77 mL), partial loss of bowel control (120 g) Mission 2: Partial loss of bladder control (201 mL), partial loss of bowel control (177 g) Mission 3: Partial loss of bladder control (221 mL), partial loss of bowel control (163 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (210 mL), total loss of bowel control (471 g) Mission 5: Total loss of bladder control (552 mL), total loss of bowel control (462 g) Commentary: Jiang’s continence isn’t significantly worse than average, but the fact that she has a slightly below average ability to hold and has a larger than average capacity means tape-up diapers are the safest option. Fortunately, Jiang is totally comfortable with this, and has treated incontinence products as just another piece of equipment. Her medical background makes her less embarrassed by the need. Jiang admitted her lack of bladder control is a side product of not trying very hard to hold it when she needs to go, preferring not to be distracted in combat situations. She admitted to even once wetting herself in a non-combat situation just to avoid the distracting feeling of needing to urinate badly. She also admitted that once she feels the need to move her bowels, there’s limited time before she involuntarily begins to go, hence frequently messing herself in prolonged combat. While Jiang can change her diaper herself, her partnership with Dupont means Dupont often changes her diaper. This has been a boost to morale for both, with Jiang caring well for Dupont and Dupont less embarrassed by her own needs. Jessie “Deep Six” Edwards, UK, grenadier Bladder Size: Average Rating: Above Average Bowels Size: Average Rating: Above Average Underwear: Pullups Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Partial loss of bladder control (159 mL), minor loss of bowel control (34 g) Mission 2: Minor loss of bladder control (77 mL), no loss of bowel control Mission 3: Partial loss of bladder control (177 mL), minor loss of bowel control (57 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (201 mL), partial loss of bowel control (188 g) Mission 5: Total loss of bladder control (477 mL), partial loss of bowel control (201 g) Commentary: Edwards was someone who fluctuated widely during the study but seemed to gravitate towards a weakening control over her bladder and bowels as the missions went on. Some days, she seemed ready for padded panties, while others she seemed a candidate for tape-ups. Some of this fluctuation had to do with fear-based wetting or messing, some perhaps to do with the prolonged exposure to aliens, while another factor seemed to be tied to poor timing - Edwards sometimes didn’t bother using the bathroom before missions. Her most recent mission was a case of this, and this was the only time her pullup leaked - though only mildly, with a mildly visible bulge from her bowels and wet streaks halfway down her thighs. Anastasia “Ghost” Davydov, Russia, Reaper Bladder Size: Small Rating: Above Average Bowels Size: Small Rating: Above Average Underwear: Padded panties Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Minor loss of bladder control (61 mL), minor loss of bowel control (44 g) Mission 2: Minor loss of bladder control (81 mL), minor loss of bowel control (27 g) Mission 3: Minor loss of bladder control (57 mL), minor loss of bowel control (66 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (177 mL), minor loss of bowel control (47 g) Mission 5: Partial loss of bladder control (167 mL), Partial loss of bowel control (144 g) Commentary: Davydov is one of the strongest performers in terms of continence, though she also contributes to data that implies exposure to aliens worsens continence; as a Reaper, Davydov has had even more alien exposure than most. Davydov’s continence is also helped by a lack of fear, with her quick wits and experience addressing a wide range of aliens keeping her cool and collected. Trading off minor leaks for continued control of her movement and rifle seems to be her strategy. Her most recent mission stretched her padded panties to the limit, but Davydov remained composed throughout the mission, which meant no one but the researchers who collected her undergarments even knew about her larger than usual loss of control. Jane “Quiet” Kelly, Ireland, assault Bladder Size: Average Rating: Above Average Bowels Size: Large Rating: Average Underwear: Padded panties Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Minor loss of bladder control (81 mL), minor loss of bowel control (44 g) Mission 2: Minor loss of bladder control (77 mL), partial loss of bowel control (155 g) Mission 3: Minor loss of bladder control (85 mL), partial loss of bowel control (161 g) Mission 4: Partial loss of bladder control (194 mL), minor loss of bowel control (57 g) Mission 5: Partial loss of bladder control (210 mL), partial loss of bowel control (177 g) Commentary: Kelly has been the fearless leader of her squad and de facto leader of both squads together. This maturity, experience, and fearlessness has helped her remain one of the more continent soldiers. However, based on how her results have trended in the past 15 missions, especially the past 5, she would warrant being moved to pullups if the study were to be continued. Kelly has endured significant trauma, such as captivity, and it’s unclear if this is contributing to a worsening continence or something more controlled by the aliens. Whatever the cause, Kelly has not revealed any anxiety or worry about her performance. Her second-most-recent mission resulted in some leaks beyond what her panties could take, but the wet spot was minor. The most recent mission led to a slightly more visible leak and a somewhat visible bulge by the end of the mission, but mission footage from this operation wasn’t used by the propaganda department. She has commanded enough respect from the soldiers that they, too, are not disquieted by Kelly’s loss of control in the past two missions. Bridget “Oracle” McGregor, Scotland, psi operative Bladder Size: Average Rating: Incontinent Bowels Size: Above Average Rating: Above Average Underwear: Tape-Up Diaper Past 5 missions: Mission 1: Total loss of bladder control (477 mL), no loss of bowel control Mission 2: Total loss of bladder control (456 mL), minor loss of bowel control (47 g) Mission 3: Total loss of bladder control x2 (887 mL), minor loss of bowel control (29 g) Mission 4: Total loss of bladder control (499 mL), minor loss of bowel control (77 g) Mission 5: Total loss of bladder control x2 (901 mL), partial loss of bowel control (188 g) Commentary: Like all female psionic operatives, McGregor is essentially bladder incontinent. Interestingly, though, McGregor has an above average control of her bowels. Like Castro, her bladder lets go entirely when using psionic powers, and she has on more than one occasion emptied a her bladder multiple times on a mission. While her bowel control has trended in the wrong direction, McGregor attests the most recent result to enduring a particularly heavy hit to the abdomen, causing her to temporarily lose control. I tried writing an epilogue but wasn't really happy with it - maybe it's too excessive. But I thought I'd include it anyway in case anyone does like it. Commander’s Log, 11/27/2035 FOR COMMANDER’S EYES ONLY After the successful mission against the Elder HQ - with me surviving my bout controlling an Avatar - the ADVENT was easily overrun and is essentially entirely defeated - with legions also joining Pratal Mox and the Skirmishers. While we have some concerning scout reports from the Templars to address, governments around the world hosted congratulatory events to honor XCOM’s work. Great Britain hosted one in particular that also recognized Zilant & Wyvern Squads. This event was of particular interest to me for reasons only I knew. What I only knew is something I’m a little ashamed of, but I feel the need to document what I observed here. I have been following the scientists’ study regarding female continence with more interest than I should have. One thing participants didn’t know was if it was continued, the scientists had developed eyeglasses that could see through clothing, detect heat, analyze bladder and bowel fullness, and detect moments of incontinence. This would have been turned over to squad leaders Gaustad and Kelly, but we won the war before it was necessary. So, at this ceremony, I wore said glasses. And I made a special note to observe our Zilant and Wyvern squads. I told myself this was to see if battle continence was connected at all to regular continence… but the truth was I was just a pervert. Regardless, here’s what I saw. There were delays in security with us flying a Skyranger onto British soil, so we had to rush from our travel straight to the ceremony. Fortunately, my glasses told me the squads were wearing their protection assigned during their missions. I never ordered them to - I wonder if at this point they had gotten comfortable with the protection. The squads and I were seated on stage in a row while the various British dignitaries spoke at the lectern. I sat in the middle between Jane Kelly and Astrid Gaustad, with Zilant on the left with Astrid and Wyvern on the right with Jane. Jane wore a retro flower-patterned white romper - fashion from the 2010s making a comeback! - and my glasses indicated padded panties underneath. The short romper (which somehow had become acceptable formal wear as people re-interpreted past fashion) showed off her muscular arms and thighs. Next to her was Jessie Edwards and then Bridget McGregor, our two British (well, one Scottish) troops. Jessie was wearing a spectacularly short black dress and pullups and part of me was worried people might see up under her dress. Jessie crossed her legs tightly, though, and it seemed she was safe from that. Bridget also wore a black dress, but a long one that went to her ankles. It was loose enough to hide her tape-up diapers. Next in line was Marguerite Dupont, who was wearing a form-fitting pink dress that went down to her mid-thighs. I could see her tapping her foot and crossing her legs over each other even from the beginning of the event. Fortunately for her, though, she was wearing her typical tape-up diapers. Marguerite was a short but muscular wavy-haired brunette woman, and despite her curves showing through her pink dress, the diaper wasn’t noticeable. I did seem to detect a hint of a bulge in her belly - whether it was her bladder or bowels or both I was unsure. Next was Xuanji Jiang, who was wearing a light blue blouse and tight black formal pants, despite her tape-up diapers. Fortunately, the combination only served to make her butt look bigger rather than revealing her protection. Finally, Anastasia Davydov was at the end of the row, wearing a black dress not as short as Jesse’s, but down to her mid-thighs. On my other side, Astrid was tapping one of her feet on the ground as she sat somewhat uncomfortably, wearing a black dress that showed off her back and came down to the top of her knees. She had pullups underneath. Next to her was Ginevra Contarini, who wore a black jumpsuit that was just baggy enough to hide her own pullups. Yessica Castro was wearing black pants and a white shirt with a pattern to honor her ethnic Mexican ancestry. Her black pants were surprisingly tight given her tape-up diapers, but it wasn’t possible to tell she was wearing a diaper; rather, the bulge just made the curvaceous woman look like she had an even more curvaceous butt.n Hannah Campbell was wearing blue trousers and a pink top. Similar to Yessica, her trousers were tighter than expected but the tape-up diapers merely made the stick-thin Hannah seem to have a larger ass than she really did. Millie Kahl was next, wearing a stretchy and tight green dress that went down to her calves and showed off her muscular build without revealing her pullups. At the end was Monifa Akerele, who was wearing a modestly loose black dress that went down to her knees and had sleeves; she certainly had no major protection to hide, wearing padded panties, so her modesty was a fashion choice. The medals we were all receiving was the Victoria Cross and we had to listen to speeches from the British Prime Minister, British royalty, and British military leaders. This extended press conference was not good news for us, many of whom were already desperate upon arrival. I kept glancing to my sides to see who would give up first. Marguerite was gripping the sides of her seat tightly while Astrid was bouncing her legs as they remained tightly crossed. Ginevra, too, had her legs crossed more tightly than necessary. Yessica, Bridget, and Hannah looked uncomfortable too but didn’t show any outward sign except worried faces and tense bodies. I was not surprised to see Marguerite lose control first. She remained gripping her seat with her legs tightly crossed, but my glasses could see a growing heat in her crotch and identified it as urine. In fact, the glasses were so advanced they gave me an estimate of how much was left in her bladder based on her release. After a minute, my glasses notified me her bladder was empty. Fortunately for her, the tape-up diapers she was assigned could more than easily handle a bladder release, and there was no outward sign of her accident except a slight relaxation of Marguerite’s grip of her own seat. Astrid let go next, and it was easier to watch her since she was right next to me. As some politician speaker was going on, hogging the limelight with a boring speech, I thought I could almost hear Astrid let go in spurts. She was wearing a pullup and seemed aware of it - the glasses noted the heat under Astrid’s black dress renewed in intervals, with pauses between spurts for a few seconds. The percent estimate left kept going down over the course of a few minutes - 85%, 79%, 70%, 61%, and so forth. Astrid sat still as this process went on, her legs shut closed and her hands in her lap like nothing was wrong. It drove me a little crazy to know that Astrid was slowly peeing sitting right next to me. Eventually, she was empty, and her strategy worked in ensuring her pullups wouldn’t overflow. As the speeches went on, Yessica let go of her bladder into her taped up diapers, showing no outward sign. Her lack of change in posture and expression was probably the best strategy to avoid anyone noticing. Bridget, less experienced in this, winced a little and shifted her seat, putting her hands in front of her crotch as she let go. She was likely fearful of a leak, but she shouldn’t have since her diapers could take a full bladder. During the second-to-last speaker, Hannah lost control in a way that surprised me. She shifted her weight to one side of her butt and my glasses detected her bowels let go. She was subtle enough that I think no one noticed, and she was lucky to not experience any loud and embarrassing farts as her diaper filled. She slowly lowered her butt and I imagine felt lucky she had tape-up diapers that could contain the load and the smell. My glasses detected heat up front too, showing some leak from her bladder as well. As the final speaker wrapped up, we got up to line up and receive the cross from the King of England. I saw Ginevra leak as she got up, her knees knocking together for a second as she steadied her balance. The king beckoned me up first, so I went up to shake his hand and receive the cross in a display box. We paused for a second for a photo and he made an official comment about Britain’s gratitude and then I returned to my seat. This worked out for me as I watched the women in line. Jane & Astrid were up next as the squad leaders, then Bridget and Jesse as British (Bridget being Scottish, to be clear) soldiers. While they went, my glasses detected Yessica quietly let go of her bowels as well. Like earlier, she again made no visible sign she was letting go, but with my eyes focused on her, I could see just the faintest sign of her loss of control. Her diaper wasn’t really noticeable in her black pants because they just made her butt look bigger rather than reveal she was wearing protection, and her wetting herself hadn’t changed the shape of the diaper. Her bowel loss, however, expanded the bulge just a little bit. Her butt looked just a little bit bigger and I saw the expansion before my eyes. At the end of the day, though, she was fortunate she was wearing our strongest diapers. Despite peeing and pooping herself, they held firm. My x-ray glasses saw a momentary burst of heat from Marguerite’s rear end as well, along with literally outlining an initial turd stuck between her cheeks. She held firm, though, turtleheading in her diaper. She was up next after Bridget and strode forward to shake the king’s hand. The stride and movement caused her to lose control even further. As she shook hands, posed, and talked to the king, her bowels slowly let go while she pretended nothing was wrong. From behind, I could also see a faint outline of her diaper now through her tight pink dress, but I doubted anyone else would suspect a thing. The last accident in line was from Millie. While she was posing with the king, I saw she was struggling to hold back both ways and peed in bursts throughout. As she stepped away, too, she let go of her bowels a little. She kept peeing in bursts as she walked back to her seat, along with letting go of her bowels further. The combination of the two meant by the time she got back to her seat, her pullups had leaked. Fortunately for her, it didn’t stain her green dress but ran straight down her legs. Her dress went down to her ankles, so no one likely noticed, but I saw the droplets on the floor by her seat. Millie remained standing instead of sitting, and since she was the second-to-last in line, no one questioned it. Soon after, the ceremony was over and we were encouraged to mingle with the British elites who were attending the ceremony. Despite that, Marguerite, Millie, Hannah, and Yessica all quickly headed out back to the Skyranger. Ginevra, who had leaked further since I last checked on her, also turned to go. As she walked off stage, though, her bladder and bowels both let go uncontrollably. She took baby steps to the door as she tried to prevent her pullups leaking. I think she was successful in preventing her bowels from leaking, as I didn’t see much evidence without my xray function from behind, but as she turned around momentarily, I saw her black jumpsuit had a darker patch down to her thigh in the front. She was lucky to wear black, though, and I doubted anyone else picked up on it. As the rest mingled, I could tell Xuanji was trying to work her way to the door in a socially acceptable way. However, with every step was another person who wanted to shake her hand and congratulate her. Inevitably, mid-hand shake, I saw my glasses’ thermal imaging pick up heat from her rear. My glasses identified a turd peeking out into Xuanji’s thick diaper as she talked, pushing out further as she talked to the next person. By the time she was at the door, she had fully lost control, having let go a little bit with each person she gladhanded. Her face blushed red but other than that, she showed no sign of her loss of control. I could tell there was a subtle, larger bulge in the seat of her black pants, but I think she escaped without embarrassment. Anastasia and Monifa, both known for their stronger control, mingled without visible desperation and headed back to the Skyranger. Bridget, Jesse, Jane, and I were stuck at the party the longest (Bridget and Jesse for being British, Jane and I for our prominent roles), being there another half hour before Bridget managed to extract herself away. I saw Jane had begun leaking into her padded panties. They wouldn’t hold a full loss of control, and soon she managed to escape the crowd too. I followed her out and as she left the crowd, Jane’s pace became frantic. She made a couple turns, clearly looking for a bathroom, before finally finding a hallway with two single-occupancy bathrooms. I quietly followed, her desperation causing her not to notice. I could see her padded panties overflow with leaks running down her legs, soaking her white romper. As she reached the door, she froze for a moment and I could see a bulge begin to form, pushing back her romper and creating a light shade of brown on the thin, white romper. She hurriedly rushed in, none the wiser that I had seen her lose control. I walked over to the door and could see droplets leading up to it on the floor. I heard rustling as Jane had to undress and take off her romper entirely to empty out her panties - a clear splash indicated when that happened. As I stood by the bathroom, Jesse arrived. She was hunched over slightly and taking rapid baby steps. Her black dress had ridden up and her muscular legs were totally visible, with just a peek of her white pullups as well. They were lower than usual, too, and I could tell they were sagging due to being full. She seemed surprised to see me and froze in the middle of the hallway. I could see her pullups begin to leak as rivulets went down her pale left leg. I said, “I was about to use this one but I think it’s occupied. The other one’s free, though.” She grimaced as her pace slowed to baby steps. “Can you double check it’s free?” I nodded, stepping into the single occupancy bathroom. For a bathroom in a royal palace, it was quite spartan but clean. I reopened the door, greeted by Jesse with pee freely falling between her legs and onto the floor. I said, “It’s empty, but, uhh…” I was going to say it was maybe too late, but she pushed me out of the way and rushed into the bathroom, not caring that I hadn’t left the room yet. She lifted her black dress, revealing the full extent of her soaked pullups. I could see the reason for her urgency, as I saw a brown bulge grow as she hurried to the toilet. She pulled her pullups down, but it was too late - the load was in her diaper. She was blushing bright red, her embarrassment visible on her pale skin. She glanced up however and saw my visible erection through my pants. It was my turn to blush, but she beckoned me over. When I was close enough to her, she wordlessly unzipped my pants and I didn’t stop her. Her dirty pullups still at her ankles, she began to blow me in the bathroom. I was too horny after the day’s events to consider the implications of the situation or the trouble we’d both be in if we were caught - not to mention the diplomatic incident with the British. As she blew me, she let out a small dribble of the remainder of her bladder and pooped a little as well, ensuring she was totally empty. The sounds were enough and I came in Jesse’s mouth. She swallowed and zipped my pants back up before removing her own pullups and throwing them away. She pulled her dress down, not even caring to wipe, and we walked wordlessly together to the Skyranger - clearly both of us were planning to keep that hookup a secret. In the Skyranger, everyone grabbed their seats and we took off for our hour-long flight back to the main carrier. My glasses told me who was in trouble. Despite emptying her bladder, Bridget’s bowels were full now, too. Astrid’s was as well, and her pullups would not handle an accident from both ends the way Bridget’s tape up diapers would. Xuanji had emptied her bowels, but her bladder was still relatively full. Anastasia & Monifa, too, were beginning to reach their limit. Being strapped into the seat, Bridget couldn’t move as her bowels involuntarily gave up. My xray could see the mess escape and spread with little room to expand outward and my sight could see Bridget’s face wince. With the multiple accidents in the ship, it wasn’t really noticeable though. Xuanji, too, gave up and justs fully let go of her bladder. Given the mess in her diaper, there was no point in suffering any longer. She was seated one over from me, and I thought I could even hear the hissing as she fully peed. Anastasia attempted to squeeze her legs shut, but I could see warmth blossom momentarily as she leaked into her padded panties. A leak they could handle, but not much more - she was in trouble. We finally landed and three women were in trouble - Anastasia, Monifa, and Astrid. The others hurried off the plane to the locker room to clean up, but as we departed I could see Anastasia leak a little more - and this time I didn’t even need the glasses, because I could see a trickle go down her right thigh. As she stepped off the plane, too, my xray picked up her bowels moving, Anastasia pinching off the end of a turd as she stepped off the plane. Her pullups about to overflow and her bowels about to empty, she hurried to the locker room as leaks visibly formed along her thighs. Monifa was close after, and the usually in-control Nigerian had a momentary leak that no one but me knew about - my glasses informing me in the reduction of her bladder load and the warmth in her padded panties. They both, however, made it inside the locker room where I couldn’t follow them. Astrid followed them in, a fart ringing out as she entered the room declaring her need. She pretended nothing happened as the door shut behind her, but she soon stepped out again. I was about to head to my cabin when she approached me. “Commander… the bathrooms are full in there. This is extremely unprofessional of me, but…” She winced as she likely held back a wave of desperation. “May I use your restroom?” I nodded, acting like I wasn’t excited by the offer. “Don’t worry about it, that’s fine. Come with me.” We entered the elevator and Astrid stood stiffly still, holding back her load. As the elevator came to a stop, she let out another fart but pretended it didn’t happen as we got off and entered my room. I could see as we entered that she was losing control. My glasses indicated her bowel contents were dropping slowly and I saw a warm lump begin to enter the seat of her dress. As she opened my bathroom door, I no longer needed even the glasses as I saw the bulge expand and cause her already full pullup to leak old urine down her legs. As she clutched the doorknob, I heard the farts and crackling of her losing control entirely as she vacated her bowels, frozen in shock. I quickly came up from behind and held her, in part to comfort her and in part to feel her bulge push back against me as she felt my own growing bulge push against her. As she continued to poop, I kissed her on the neck and then pulled off her dress. She was now naked except for her bulging pullups about to overflow. I ripped them off and disposed of them after she finally finished pooping and carried her into my personal shower. Rather than clean her up just yet, I stayed behind her and held her messy rear close as I fingered her before inserting myself. It wasn’t long before we both came and we could finally clean up in the shower.
  2. When I was young I had a delivery driver job and I once delivered to an apartment that had a restaurant connected to the lobby. The lobby of this apartment had a set of bathrooms, and when I was buzzed in, a waitress who looked to be about college aged speed-walked from the door connecting the apartment to the restaurant and into the bathroom. I always wondered if she made it... She was wearing a server apron so one thing that crossed my mind is if she leaked a little, no one would know.
  3. I sort of lost steam on this story but really wanted to finish it, because it was inspired heavily by some of my favorite things - namely XCOM, of course, but also the types of stories blooper writes and the games by LivingInfinite. However, I've lost motivation to write it out in a traditional way, so I'm posting the section I finished and will likely have one more part that I'm going to try to approach in a different manner. Finally, the three factions were at the meeting point with Pratal Mox, Anastasia, and Yessica coming together on the tracks of an abandoned elevated rail system. Bridget McGregor stood guard by the meeting point, her metal armor showing no signs of her earlier accident. Edwards and Jane Kelly stood on the tracks a little further away, scanning the horizon. Jessie’s pants were drying but still showed a visible stain. Dupont and Jiang kept a lookout on the ground, both glad to be away from the others with their visible accidents. As Anastasia approached, she broke the silence first, her contempt clear in her voice as she stared at Pratal Mox. “So… ADVENT’s most brutal captain comes to atone for his crimes.” Pratal did not seem to take it personally. He took off his helmet to show his face. “I am no longer that being. I am free now.” Anastasia did not seem to be in as diplomatic of a mood. “Taking off that helmet does not change who you are. Reapers have long memories, Elder Kracsad.” The use of his old name stirred something in Pratal, who readied his gauntlet to strike. In response, Yessica, who was watching passively, activated her own gauntlets, though hers were made of energy rather than metal. Anastasia readied her rifle. Bridget was closest and tried to deescalate, holding Yessica back. Jane and Sgt. Edwards began to rush to the scene to prevent a fight. Before they could, though, Anastasia fired - and hit something behind Mox. A tall, lanky, purple being became visible and flew backwards before landing on its feet several feet away from the others. A long sword could be seen stored on its back. It hissed, “No one has ever done that before. No one shall ever do that again.” The being jumped off the rails, turning invisible again. Captain Kelly was bewildered. “What the hell was that?” Pratal Mox replied, “Vox Prima. Elder Assassin. Relentless death that stalks my kind. Butcher of freed ADVENT.” Anastasia took position by the railing of the train tracks. “My people face another like her. They are the undying, ADVENT’s curse upon us.” Yessica took a defensive position as well. “We must combine strength if we are to have any chance of success.” The XCOM agents also locked down, scanning every nook and cranny to see where the Elder Assassin would come from next. The eerie silence had every agent on edge. In the distance, the howl of a Lost horde could be heard. Some agents, like Dupont, were trembling visibly with fear. The Assassin appeared suddenly on the train tracks beside Sgt. Edwards. She screamed as the Assassin swung her sword. Edwards jumped back and fell on her back but crucially dodged most of the sword, her armor taking the blow from the tip of the sword as Jane Kelly, Mox, and Anastasia fired. Before any of them could land a hit, the Assassin disappeared again and ran off. Edwards lay on the ground, aware that the rest of her bladder was emptying and she was laying in a growing puddle. She got up, her butt and back darkened by wetness. A churning in her stomach told her a different accident was on its way if she was frightened again. Jane Kelly shouted, “Where did it go?” Mox replied, “She was headed back down before she cloaked.” “Got it. Dupont and Jiang, search the area beneath the tracks!” Dupont and Jiang acknowledged the command and began sweeping the area. In the silence, they could hear the Lost horde coming closer. They had a limited window to beat this fight. Despite having already wet herself, Dupont was unconsciously leaking slowly in fear again as she swung her shotgun left and right, a part of her praying Jiang was the one who found the Assassin. Jiang’s scream a moment later made clear that came true. Jiang looked behind a pillar for the elevated rail and the Assassin leaped out, sword in hand. Jiang began peeing forcefully as she fired wildly, trying to keep the Assassin at bay. Dupont put her fear aside and ran to her aid, firing as she got closer and ignoring the lump swinging in the seat of her pants. The Assassin swung her blade, not piercing Jiang but hitting her hard enough that she flew into a car and passed out. Dupont was now only a couple feet from the Assassin and fired point blank. The Assassin had time to stab at Dupont but missed, the shotgun shell knocking her back. The Assassin flipped back and disappeared again, having taken a hit. Dupont sighed a breath of relief and turned to check on Jiang before realizing the blade did graze her hip, causing no damage but cutting open her pants. She also realized she had involuntarily pooped even more in the attack, and the combined weight of her accidents plus the damage to her pants caused them to fall, revealing her very messy full cut white underwear. She pulled her pants up, ears bright red, and laid beside Jiang. She communicated over the radio, “Jiang is out but okay, I’ll stay down here and guard her. She disappeared but I think is headed back up.” The five soldiers on top gingerly explored, trying to find the invisible Assassin. McGregor peeked into an abandoned train and saw the glint of a reflection. Before she could process what she saw, the Assassin uncloaked and leapt at her. McGregor hastily used her powers to fire a lance of psionic energy, keeping the Assassin back. She could faintly feel herself wet herself again and her bowels followed suit, filling up the inside of her metal armor which couldn’t bulge out. She winced and could not tell if she messed due to the exertion of her power or fear. In order to get out of the psionic blast, the Assassin shifted her approach and jumped at the next nearest soldier, Edwards. Edwards had been rushing in to help McGregor. Seeing the Assassin turn to her, Edwards froze. In that momentary freeze, she felt her bowels move as she pooped herself in fear. A bulge the size of an orange now behind her, she backed up and fired her gun, each moment of recoil causing more of her mess to escape. The Assassin dodged the first couple of bursts then lunged, tackling Edwards and sending her flying back. Edwards crashed into the guard rails on the edge of the elevated rail, knocked out and sporting a bulge the size of a grapefruit behind her. Yessica arrived on the scene next and used the Assassin’s focus on Edwards to channel all her power. She cast her psionic ability around the Assassin, catching her by surprise and holding her still in a stasis. She yelled, “Get ready to fire now!” Jane Kelly caught up and stood beside Yessica as Pratal Mox and Anastasia arrived on the other side. McGregor joined in with her psionic powers as the Assassin squirmed to get out of the stasis. Yessica was straining with all her might and she could faintly tell the exertion was causing herself to lose control, though there was no visible evidence. Beside her, Kelly could hear the faint gushing and crackling of the double accident, but she had bigger things to worry about. Yessica and McGregor made eye contact then silently agreed to stop at the same time. Yessica shouted, “Now!” The Assassin fell to her knees as the stasis stopped, and in that moment of vulnerability, Pratal Mox, Anastasia, and Jane Kelly fired repeatedly at the Assassin, landing every hit. The Assassin stood up and hissed at them, realizing she was cornered for once. She said, “I had not expected this conflict to be so… exhilarating. You surprise me, XCOM. Still, the Elders’ will is that none survive this day. I cannot leave that to fortune.” The Assassin disappeared, retreating, but was replaced by an arrival of a Lost horde, soon to be followed by more. Kelly shouted, “We need to get to the evac site now!” Dupont picked up the unconscious Jiang, wincing as she felt the mess on her butt but knowing she was in the same position. She kept the closest Lost at bay with a pistol, having only one arm to shoot now. McGregor did the same with Edwards, joining Dupont in firing her pistol. Jane Kelly sprinted ahead of them to clear the field, shotgun blazing. Mox and Yessica Castro were alongside the two carrying their squadmates, protecting the sides. Anastasia brought up the rear. From behind, Anastasia could see how every soldier except seemingly Yessica and Jane Kelly had accidents, and that made her realize she had to pee quite badly. She banished the thought and returned to firing, keeping the horde at bay as they progressed down the street and towards the evacuation zone. Despite the intensity of the horde, they made it to the evacuation zone where the Skyranger waited. Anastasia turned and fired at the Lost following them, buying time for the others to board the Skyranger. Pratal Mox joined as they slowly backpedaled, giving everyone else time. After a minute, Mox shouted, “Everyone has boarded and we cannot hold this position any more! Go!” Anastasia looked at her former nemesis, hesitant to abandon him. He reassured, “I do not intend to die today. I will be right behind you.” Anastasia turned and jumped on the Skyranger. Instead of buckling in, she fired from the back, giving Mox cover. Mox ran to the evacuation vehicle but steps away was suddenly held back. Before Anastasia and the others could process what happened, the Assassin reappeared, holding Mox back. Anastasia tried to line up a shot, distracted by a hot burst of urine as she trembled in fear and exhaustion. The first sign of a wet stain appeared on her pants. The Assassin hissed, “Time to return home, traitor.” They were beamed up and the Skyranger had to flee to prevent the horde of Lost from overrunning their position. Anastasia cursed before taking her seat. Their mission to unite the resistance was a success, but the Skirmisher leader and representative was held hostage. Jane Kelly arrived back on the ship exhausted and desperate, having mostly successfully controlled her bladder and bowels throughout that mission. Fortunately, there were no propaganda photographers after the mission, given the state of her squadmates, but she knew there would be no downtime with Pratal Mox kidnapped. She grimaced, hoping the Commander would not hold that against her. To her dismay, after she put away her weapons, she got a notification the Commander requested to see her right away. She looked longingly at the bathroom in the locker room but followed orders and went to the Commander’s Quarters. The Commander was sitting in a rather comfortable looking chair for a military ship and beckoned her in. He was a man of few words and looked quite nondescript, with dark hair and dark eyes, but he was a legend - commanding the initial resistance against the aliens with significant success before they were overrun. He was rescued and revived specifically to renew the resistance, and under his command they had truly restarted a guerrilla movement. In fact, defeats were almost nonexistent since he took over, the kidnapping of Mox aside. “At ease, Captain Kelly. I just wanted to hear from you directly what happened down there to get a better sense of what happened to Mox.” Captain Kelly nodded and retold the mission, explaining in detail what she knew about the Assassin so far and her abilities. As she retold the story, she felt her bladder and bowels push down hard, desperation coming in waves. She showed no sign, though, and continued as professionally as she could. The Commander seemed not to notice, frowning at the extent of the Assassin’s powers. She finally finished retelling the mission. As she did, she felt a spurt escape, but held it down to less than a second. She glanced down but couldn’t see anything. The Commander looked lost in thought, then said, “Alright. You all hurt her. We can defeat her. We can rescue Mox and that has to be the priority to show this alliance has teeth.” Captain Kelly nodded. A second spurt escaped and she crossed her legs instinctively. As she did, she felt a silent fart escape. She cursed under her breath. “Captain? You alright?” Jane uncrossed her legs, feeling another spurt escape. “Umm… Yes, sir.” “You don’t seem it. Are you injured at all?” Jane resigned herself to telling the truth. “No sir. I just… I just need to use the facilities.” The Commander seemed taken aback. “Oh. Well, feel free to use mine before heading out. You’re dismissed.” He gestured to a door. Jane Kelly couldn’t… she couldn’t use his bathroom. She said, “Thanks for the offer sir, but it’s alright, I’ll use the one in the barracks.” She turned to leave, not realizing he had seen the wet spot form. It was the size of a fist on the front and back. She was hot with embarrassment as she walked out, now farting and leaking with each step. She didn’t see his face anymore, but he was staring at her and had a slightly amused facial expression. When the door finally closed behind her, she ran to the barracks. As she ran, she could feel the first turd poking out before touching cotton. She raced past soldiers, hoping to be fast enough they didn’t see the growing stain on her pants, halfway down to her knees. She burst open the bathroom door and grabbed a stall. As she shut the stall, all control left her and she pissed uncontrollably and the first turd curled up in her underwear. She yanked her pants down and sat on the toilet, finishing what little remained there. She cursed, dumped her underwear into the toilet, then took them off to throw away. She didn’t even want to bother cleaning them and headed straight to the shower, naked and messy. From: Commander To: Jane Kelly Subject: Propaganda Initiative Update Date: 5/19/2035 First of all, congratulations on uniting the Resistance. With the Reapers, Templars, and Skirmishers on board, we now have coordinated resistance in Asia, Europe, Australia, Africa, and North America. This is a true war against the aliens, now. I wanted to let you know that the vid footage Wyvern’s missions have had the intended effect. Recruitment of women into the resistance generally and XCOM specifically have skyrocketed in the past two weeks. In fact, we had enough experienced soldiers from countries around the world sign up to create an all-new Zilant Squad. That leads me to the second part of the email: Zilant Squad will be embarking on the mission to rescue Pratal Mox. This is not my call. You’ve completed every mission admirably and your squad is more than competent. The propaganda department, however, has encountered difficulty using footage from some of your missions. They want footage from the rescue mission to counter ADVENT propaganda. I hope you understand. Ever since the mission to unite the Resistance that the Assassin crashed, Wyvern Squad was sidelined to minor recon and support missions. They completed each task admirably with no major incidents, but the new Zilant Squad got the glamorous missions. Captain Kelly couldn’t believe her squad was sidelined because of footage of their accidents. Zilant Squad’s trial run was repelling an attack on a Resistance base and they performed beautifully, despite a terrifying alien in disguise as a human ambushing them. Jane dreaded ever facing one of those aliens, a Faceless, which transformed from a human to a giant beast that could kill with its swing when you least expect it. Of course, Zilant had no accidents despite the frightening twist, so the propaganda department was in love with them. And now Zilant was suiting up to rescue Pratal Mox. Kelly of course wished them nothing but success, but it smarted knowing she would have been the squad assigned originally and knowing they were fully capable of doing so. She also wanted revenge on the Assassin - though they were hoping to free Mox while the Assassin was away to avoid an unnecessarily difficult conflict. Anastasia “Ghost” Davydov had been assigned to their squad, Wyvern, but Yessica was assigned to Zilant due to her lack of visible accidents and to ensure both squads had a psionic operative, though everyone on Wyvern knew it wasn’t because Yessica had control but because she and all female Templars wore diapers. Jane Kelly had a passing thought of wondering if that was Zilant’s secret to avoiding accidents… In addition to Yessica, Zilant Squad had representatives from around the world. With the continents of Africa and Australia/Oceania joining, Zilant had a recruit from Nigeria - Monifa “Valentine” Akerele, a beautiful woman with dreads who was equally deadly with explosives as she was beautiful - and Hannah “Vixen” Campbell from Australia, a tomboyish blonde who talked gruff and had impeccable aim with a sniper rifle. Campbell’s spotter and the squad’s back-up sniper was Millie “Valkyrie” Kahl, also a tough blonde but she kept her hair short and was from Germany. Their support and medic was an Italian named Ginevra “Vita” Contarini, a curvaceous woman with straight light brown hair that went to her shoulders. They were led by a Norwegian recruit, Astrid “Vandal” Gaustad, who kept her blonde hair in a tight bun. Gaustad was a well-known accomplished soldier in Europe - in fact, Kelly had worked with Gaustad, Contarini, and Kahl in her resistance days in Europe, and knew they were excellent soldiers. But that didn’t stop a twang of jealousy seeing them get the heroic missions. Captain Kelly was high enough rank she could sit in Central’s office and watch the feed from Zilant Squad’s soldiers, all to be saved for propaganda use. The mission went without a hitch - Zilant infiltrated the base, cleared out the ADVENT inside, and broke Pratal Mox out of a holding cell without the Assassin ever showing up. Captain Kelly was just ever so slightly jealous, knowing her squad could have easily pulled that off, but she was infinitely relieved to have Mox back, who would be a critical part of keeping their Resistance coalition together. Later, Captain Kelly waited at the docks for Zilant Squad’s return. She was there to congratulate them and say hi to Pratal, but she couldn’t help but double check the squad’s crotches. No signs of wetness on any of them… though she could have sworn Ginevra Contarini was walking a little stiffly and she thought she smelled the faint but familiar odor of poop as either Contarini or Campbell walked by… but no matter. She returned her focus to greeting Pratal Mox, who reacted to her like he was seeing an old friend given the tough mission they went through together when he was kidnapped. A month passed where Zilant and Wyvern Squads were assigned minor missions protecting VIPs and Resistance bases. Other squads were infiltrating ADVENT bases - it was clear the aliens were planning something big and they wanted to know what. The aliens were advertising new and expanded gene clinics to humans to supposedly eradicate genetic diseases, but many humans who went in were never heard from again. A more pressing concern was the worry that the Assassin would show up again. She had interrupted a couple ADVENT base infiltrations, though squads had avoided being decimated by her powers due to the strategic prowess of the Commander. The victories didn’t stop the Assassin from being a major threat, and every conflict with her risked the deaths of veteran XCOM soldiers. However, they caught a break when Skirmisher intelligence deduced the Assassin base was on an uninhabited island in Polynesia, near Australia - it explained her focus on Pratal Mox and the Skirmishers overall. Going on the offensive against the Assassin was a huge risk, but the Commander felt confident given their recent wins. Additionally, rather than prioritize stealth, the Commander decided to go for force and sent both Zilant and Wyvern Squads. Jane Kelly was determined to prove her squad’s worth after they had been sidelined for propaganda reasons… and she was determined to get her revenge on the Assassin. Captain Kelly and the rest of Wyvern Squad was suiting up in the locker room when Zilant Squad walked in, already decked out in their armor. Kelly thought it was weird they didn’t change into their armor in the locker room, but no matter. She gave a nod of respect to Zilant’s leader, Captain Gaustad, who returned the nod. After a few minutes, they had fully loaded both squads to the Skyranger, now uncomfortably cramped. They rode in silence. Captain Kelly reviewed the mission notes. They had to breach the facility and find the Assassin’s chamber. The drop off went without a hitch and without defenses at the moment. They were inside the building, on high alert for when the inevitable backlash would occur, when the Assassin’s harsh voice came through on all twelve of their radio devices. Many jumped in surprise and fear as the Assassin found a way to communicate to them directly. Her voice filled the room they were in, amplified by twelve soldiers. “I had hoped you would never find this place, XCOM. You have forced my hand. I can afford to give you no quarter.” After a momentary pause of fear and suspense, Gaustad and Kelly locked eyes and nodded. They motioned to move and proceeded with the mission, heading into a hallway and deeper into the mission. At the end of the hallway, a key door blocked the next room. Zilant Squad gathered by the left side of the door while Wyvern gathered by the right. Jane Kelly breathed deep then opened the door, twelve guns pointing at the opening. What waited behind the door were six aliens in a large laboratory, the ceiling a good thirty feet high. Five of the aliens were a rare classification soldiers had called “Archon” - a bizarre floating alien with a human-esque upper half but a propulsion device instead of a lower half, armed with a staff that could also fire as a gun. It was believed to be an adaptation of an alien witnessed in the initial invasion, called Floaters, but made to look less overtly repulsive for the masses forced to live under ADVENT rule. The sixth was an all-black humanoid figure never seen before. Upon the door opening, it turned into a trail of black dust and re-formed elsewhere behind cover. After a momentary pause, the twelve soldiers and six aliens fired through the door. Outnumbered and outgunned here, the aliens backpedaled, giving Zilant and Wyvern time to get through the door and find cover. Three aliens down, but the three remaining were bunkered down. Hannah Campbell and Millie Kahl, the snipers both on Zilant Squad, raised their scope to get a shot at the aliens in cover. One Archon’s head was peaking out and Kahl immediately fired, killing it. The other, upon witnessing the death, charged upward to the roof of the room. Before anyone could react, it prepared to launch rockets at them all, determined to wipe them out with him. Campbell fired, taking the Archon down, but not before everyone had to scramble out of cover to avoid the rockets fired within the large room. When the dust cleared, the unknown alien was missing. Edwards muttered, “That thing is like a Spectre.” As they investigated the room, the Spectre caught Dupont in a corner by herself. It revealed itself, previously invisible, and physically attacked Dupont, who shouted in surprise and fear before jumping back. Not only did the Spectre land a physical hit, but part of itself dissolved and reformed as a shadow of Dupont, all-black and smoky but with a shotgun and in her shape. Dupont backpedaled in fear, firing rapidly. She could feel her bowels churn as she spurted in fear, but she pushed that aside as she kept her gun trained on the Spectre. Her ghost prepared to fire at her, but Jiang swooped in and fired her gun as well. The Spectre finally dissolved, and with it the ghost. Dupont’s fear subsided and she glanced at her crotch and noticed a thumb-sized patch but nothing obvious. Jiang cocked her eyebrow at her but Dupont affirmed she was okay. They proceeded onward, deeper into the facility. They faced some resistance in the form of turrets and the occasional Archon, but it was surprisingly fast progress. It crossed Jane Kelly’s mind it could be a trap, but they had to take the opportunity to kill the Assassin. At the heart of the facility, they opened a room that revealed a teleportation device. It was a circle twice the height of a person, shimmering blue and not showing what was on the other side. This must be where they had to pass to find the Assassin. Within, an Archon led a squad of Mutons, hulking brutes with plasma weaponry. A Codex accompanied them - this was a rare shimmering golden creature that could teleport. Central spoke to Captains Kelly and Gaustad. “We’ve never taken in a Codex. When you kill it, bring the head in. We need its data.” A tense firefight followed, but one that the human squads could handle. Gaustad charged one Muton with her shotgun, tearing it to pieces, while Akerele used her grenade launcher to disintegrate another two. Edwards followed suit and Davydov used her rifle to headshot the last Muton. Before the Archon could launch rockets, Castro used her powers to push the Archon to the ground, glowing purple in psionic energy. As she fired a beam of psionic energy to kill the Archon, Captain Kelly couldn’t help but think she heard the crackling of not just psionic energy but of Castro’s bowels. She thought she heard hissing as well, but in the din of battle it wasn’t clear. She supposed the exertion of psionic energy could very well cause an accident, but Castro acted like nothing was wrong. Captain Kelly was well aware she wore protection as well anyway. The one hairy moment was upon seeing its squad fall apart, the Codex vanished and reappeared behind Jessie Edwards. The grenadier couldn’t turn around quickly enough to fire with her heavy weapon, ducking down instead to avoid getting hit. The opening allowed Captain Kelly to leap in with her sword, cutting off its head. The body crumbled after the Codex died and Kelly pocketed the surprisingly small segment of the head that remained. She helped Edwards up to her feet, noticing a small wet spot on her crotch, but she couldn’t blame her. They reloaded and gathered themselves with the battle over. They now had to pass through a teleporter and defeat an enemy they couldn’t defeat before. Captain Kelly took a deep breath then dived in. On the other side, they were in an ornate room, similar to the main hall of a cathedral. Tall pillars held it up, the chamber’s ceilings so high they could barely make out the top of the pillars. On the far end of the room, a glowing rectangular prism stood center. It looked like it could house the Assassin… Central came over the radio. “I’m seeing your feed… what is that, a stasis chamber? Is this why they always come back?” His answer was given as a beam of purple light signaled the arrival of the Assassin. In front of her stasis pod, she appeared, a beam rifle in hand. Zilant and Wyvern Squads scattered into cover to avoid the rifle. McGregor immediately attempted to hold the Assassin in place with her psionic powers, but the Assassin fired, a glancing blow that ripped the edge of her armor’s shoulder piece right off. McGregor ducked down, a pool of urine forming below her. The Assassin disappeared and the two squads fanned out to find her. The seconds ticked by, all twelve soldiers on edge and secretly not wanting to be the one that finds her. Eventually, Dupont was the unlucky soldier, the Assassin reappearing directly behind her, katana in hand. Dupont swung aside and fired wildly, not having enough time to escape. The small wet spot blossomed as the Assassin began to swing. Ten of the other eleven soldiers tried to open fire; Jiang, who was closest, sprinted there and tackled Dupont out of the way, the sword grazing her hair instead of hitting anyone. When Dupont landed, she felt herself deflate, brown mush filling her pants. She blushed with embarrassment as she wet and messed herself with Jiang on top of her, having just saved her life, but she could hear Jiang mess herself as well, the exertion of tackling causing her to lose control as well. As the others engaged the Assassin in combat, the two women held each other in embrace for a moment as they finished having their respective accidents. Her fear subsiding, Dupont felt weirdly… aroused by the two women having an accident while in an embrace on the floor. Unbeknownst to her, Jiang felt the same way, but the two women eventually had to recover to rejoin the fight. Captain Kelly engaged the Assassin directly in a sword fight. They traded blows as the other soldiers peppered the Assassin with bullets, her armor holding for now. The Assassin swung hard, and as Kelly blocked the blow, the force caused her to leak. She grimaced then backed out to retaliate with her own swing. The Assassin stepped aside, kicking Kelly to the ground. As she fell, she felt another spurt from the fear that at any moment the Assassin would kill her. Fortunately for her, the Reaper Anastasia Davydov fired a well-placed shot that landed directly at the Assassin’s head. The Assassin fell to the ground then disappeared. McGregor was astonished. “Did we… did we do it?” Captain Gaustad shook her head. “Look at the stasis pod.” They looked… the pod was glowing. They approached gingerly, guns at the ready. When they were within about six feet from it, a purple beam shot out and the Assassin reappeared, seemingly uninjured. The Assassin smiled grimly, then without a word launched herself at the closest soldier, who was Jessie Edwards. She stood her ground, firing her minigun. The constant barrage mirrored her pissing freely, a dark trail expanding down her legs as she fired. The shots landed, but the Assassin barely slowed before swinging. Edwards dodged the sword last minute. She got out of the way but her gun was split in two by the Assassin’s sword. Captain Kelly shouted, “Let’s take out the stasis pod. Zilant, keep her distracted!” Wyvern Squad fired at the rectangular prism. The Assassin swung around, her eyes filled with fear for the first time. She hissed then made a move after Captain Kelly. Sgt. Edwards took the moment to move out of her exposed position. She pulled out her grenade launcher and took aim for the pod. Before the Assassin could make it to Captain Kelly, Captain Gaustad blocked the path and fired with her shotgun. The Assassin kept advancing, knowing she could take out one soldier. However, Campbell and Kahl began firing from both sides, their sniper rifle piercing the Assassin’s armor. The Assassin howled in pain and threw her sword at Gaustad, who leapt back into Kelly’s arms. Gaustad was frozen in fear for a moment, the sword inches from her feet, but Jane helped her back up. The Assassin pulled out her rifle, meaning to shoot the snipers in retaliation. Campbell and Kahl dove into cover. The distraction gave Sgt. Edwards time to fire her grenades at the stasis pod. The explosions caught the Assassin’s attention and the first cracks appeared on the pod. The Assassin screamed in frustration and took aim at her instead. Edwards jumped behind cover, but before she could successfully hide, the beam rifle had hit her - or more specifically, her grenade launcher. The weapon disintegrated in Edwards’ hands but fortunately took the hit. Behind cover, though, Edwards helplessly messed herself in fear, sticky brown waste filling her pants as she realized she had no weapons left. Monifa Akerele was the next to take the Assassin’s attention, firing her own grenade launcher right at the Assassin. Anastasia Davydov took the distraction to apply her C4 to the stasis pod. She motioned for everyone to dive into cover before detonating. The explosion stopped the Assassin in her tracks, and when the dust cleared, the stasis pod was a pile of rubble. The Assassin stared in horror before it turned to rage. She ran to Davydov and grabbed her by the throat. Davydov tried to pry her hands, but to no avail. The Assassin slammed Davydov against the wall. Davydov could feel wetness spread down her legs as the edges of her sight blurred. With each slam against the wall, the leak intensified. Captain Kelly sprinted over to save Anastasia. With the Assassin focusing her rage on killing Anastasia, she didn’t notice as Kelly unsheathed her sword again and impaling the Assassin through the chest. The Assassin gasped in shock and dropped Anastasia, who crawled as far away as she could. The Assassin turned to face Jane as she fell to her knees. “You… have fought well.” There was almost admiration in her voice. “May you… reclaim this world as your own.” The Assassin keeled over, finally permanently dead. There was no cheering from Zilant or Wyvern Squad, just tired relief as they made their way back to the Skyranger to be evacuated. But they had done what might have seemed impossible and without taking a single casualty. On the Skyranger, they rode in silence for a while, too tired to even celebrate their win. The smell of their accidents hung in the air. Jane Kelly sighed, knowing the accidents were all her squad - or at least, that’s what it seemed. Zilant Squad noticed, too, as Millie Kahl, one of their snipers, sneered at Wyvern. “I suppose that’s why they use us for the propaganda footage.” Her German accent only accentuated the barb. The members of Wyvern blushed with embarrassment and anger. Captain Gaustad shushed her. “That doesn’t matter, what matters is we got the job done.” Kahl muttered, “While watching over some babies.” Jane Kelly was fed up and had to stand up for her squad. She knew at least one person on their squad was using protection, so it was unlikely Zilant’s bodily control was actually miles above theirs. “If you have something to say about my squad, why don’t we settle it in the training room?” Kahl rolled her eyes. “And what, get your piss all over me?” Jane was heated now. She could even see Campbell and Contarini squirming in their seats, likely desperate to go having not gone throughout their mission. The hypocrisy was intolerable. Gaustad, an honorable soldier, seemed to agree. “Kahl, you’ve earned getting your ass kicked. If you want to talk shit, then back your comments up.” Jane Kelly followed up, “See, your captain agrees. You gonna fight me tomorrow? Or are you chicken?” Kahl rolled her eyes. “Fine. Tomorrow morning. I’ll show you what being a grown up looks like.” They rode the rest of the way in silence. Funnily enough, Campbell had stopped squirming at some point during the argument and was looking rather relieved, though blushing bright red. Jane wondered if that meant what she thought it meant. Contarini was still squirming, and at one point she thought she heard a low fart come from her direction. Given the stench of the Skyranger, no one but her really noticed. When they arrived back at the landing pad, the propaganda photographer greeted the two squads. “Hi all, great mission. I’d like some after-mission photos we can use for Internet propaganda. Umm… Wyvern… You can go, uh, clean up.” The members of Wyvern were embarrassed again but silent as they headed off to shower and change. As she was leaving, though, Jane noticed Contarini uncross her legs and stand still for a change. Contarini had a voluptuous ass, but Jane thought she noticed it expand slightly… Jane decided not to keep staring and walked away with her squad. The next day, at 7 AM sharp, Jane Kelly and Millie Kahl stood opposing each other in training room, the mats laid out to make a makeshift boxing ring. Their respective teams in their corners, Jane and Millie death glared at each other. They agreed to not use the bathroom after waking up, and Jane could feel her bladder twinge as it needed its morning release. She was sure Millie felt the same, though, since that first morning piss was so universal. Jane was wearing tight black booty shorts to give her maximum flexibility and a black sports bra. Millie was wearing a red sports bra along with a baggier and longer set of red shorts, more akin to boxing or basketball shorts. Astrid didn’t approve of her squad member battling a fellow soldier like this, but she had to seem supportive of her squad and privately thought this was the chance for Millie to get her ego checked. She had agreed to “ref” the match and signaled for the match to start. Jane raised her hands defensively, eyeing Millie to see her style. Millie, however, was aggressive, and came straight to Jane’s corner to begin throwing punches. Jane wasn’t surprised that Millie had a more boxing style, but Jane could be more creative. She fended off the punches then grabbed Millie’s wrist, sweeping her legs with a kick that caused her to spin 360 degrees as she let go of Millie’s wrist. Millie was clearly not doing reconnaissance on Jane’s fight style, and Millie fell to the floor flat on her ass, wincing. She quickly got up, though, and approached Jane more cautiously this time. They exchanged blows before Jane could see Millie’s left arm go for a powerful punch to the head. Jane raised her arms to block, but to her surprise Millie actually swung with her right arm directly into her lower torso. Jane felt her bladder hit and uncontrollably spurted for several seconds, though she just stopped it in time for the wetness to not go beyond the edge of her shorts. The black shorts glistened for a moment on her crotch for anyone watching closely, but no one noticed and the black shorts didn’t leave a very visible wet spot. Millie grinned at Jane’s shock and pressed on her advantage, swinging at Jane repeatedly. However, Jane parried Millie’s blows and retaliated with her own attacks, connecting her own massive hit directly into Millie’s gut. Jane took advantage of Millie’s shock and grabbed her in a chokehold, trying to bring her down. She successfully lowered Millie down to her knees, but Millie was now directly in front of Jane and elbowed her right in the stomach to try to free herself. Jane felt her bladder release again, the streams running down her legs and causing a puddle on the mat, but she held on. She swung Millie down flat on her face on the mat (right into a puddle, to add insult to injury), and held her down as she squirmed. Astrid counted to ten and then Jane let her up. When Millie finally got up she was furious. “I said your only move is to piss on people and I was right. You’re weak and disgusting.” Jane shrugged. “I beat you in the fight, that’s what we agreed to. In the field, who cares if people have an accident, I want the best fighters in my corner.” Millie shook her head. “No, the competition was about who was the bigger baby, and it’s clearly you since you can’t control your bladder.” Jane cocked her eyebrow and decided to act on her instinct. She grabbed Millie’s shorts and yanked them down, revealing a very soiled diaper. The front was yellowed and as Millie panicked and ran back to her team, the rest of Wyvern could see it was brown and bulging in the back. As Wyvern laughed at Millie’s comeuppance, Astrid came over to shake Jane’s hand. Astrid whispered, “Thanks for putting her in her place.” Jane nodded, smiling back at Astrid. In that moment, though, they were interrupted as the commander himself came into the room. Jane shouted, “Commander on deck!” They all stopped and turned to salute, despite Jane’s wet shorts and Millie’s diaper. The commander looked amused, eyeing over the accidents, then said, “At ease.” The commander continued, “We’ve discovered the base of a different Elder Chosen. You had fought and defeated the Assassin last. This one has been harassing our Templar allies. I’m sending both of your squads in together, just like last time. All details on this Chosen and his fighting style is in your comms. Please review it, we will send you in on the Skyranger tomorrow.” The commander left, leaving the squads and a messy Millie and Jane standing there. After a momentary pause, Jessie spoke up. “Well, Zilant, if we want to continue this competition, we can both go into this fight without protection. Then we’ll really see who should be the face of the resistance.” Astrid looked worried, but the rest of her squad nodded, wanting to prove themselves to Wyvern after Millie’s humiliation. Astrid shrugged, seeing her squad’s competitiveness. “Alright, your funeral.” After Millie and Jane cleaned up and everyone suited up at the Skyranger, the commander came out again to meet the squads. Shouting over the sound of the Skyranger powering up, the commander said, “I’ve heard about your little competition.” The women looked sheepish with embarrassment. The commander continued, “This is actually good for us. Our scientists have a hypothesis that overexposure to the aliens is causing female incontinence. It’s not the most pressing side effect of the alien invasion, but we want to make sure. To that point, when you return and change in the locker room, everyone will be asked to turn over their underwear to our scientists. We will measure a baseline and go from there.” Everyone looked bewildered. The commander continued, “Of course, this is all on the premise that you stay alive so please come back in one piece. Dismissed.”
  4. Happy holidays! This story is because @Edward45 suggested I do a story based on the premise of the old John Sniper story about a softball team. I expanded on it. Fair warning there is messing content in part because it's based on a story with such and there's sexual content - I particularly think I may have lost some realism in the last two sections but hopefully y'all enjoy anyway. My favorite job was a position I had as a college student. I was a sports physiology major so I got to apply to team manager positions, where I would assist our small college’s D3 teams with various responsibilities and errands. I got to be the team manager of our women’s volleyball team. It was not lost on me that I would thus be spending a lot of time with attractive and fit peers of mine. One thing I didn’t know was how much bodily functions would play a role… I was a junior when I started and the beginning of the year was pretty straightforward, learning the ropes and getting to know the team. Our coach, Coach Kaminski, was a grumpy old guy who didn’t do much except stand around and bark orders. I mostly stayed out of his way and learned my duties from our Assistant Coach, Coach Taylor, and members of our team. Early on, I learned our team had quite a few players graduate the year before and had a lot of seniors on the team. There were our two team captains, Sarah - a blonde woman who partied hard and played harder - and Michelle, a tall brunette who also did dance semi-competitively. Shelley, a shorter and curvaceous brunette, was also a senior, along with a tall half-Black woman named Eva. That left six more players who would return next year (juniors Jessica, Taylor, and Devin, sophomores Lauren and Whitney, and our lone freshman recruit, Charlotte). In order to bolster our meager freshman recruiting and make the team sustainable, we held tryouts as practice was about to begin. After a first round where we weeded out the truly unathletic, we narrowed down the second round to five girls. Four were freshmen - Daniela, Jasmin, Leslie, and Aveline - and one was a junior, Mia. We honestly were planning on signing all five, but wanted to see more about where they were in their skills and what position they’d play as. Additionally, we had funding to offer scholarships of a varying degree and had to figure out who was getting what level of scholarship. This is all boring logistics, but the tryouts themselves was anything but for me for a very specific reason. Coach Kaminski couldn’t be bothered to run tryouts, so Coach Taylor would be running it alongside our captains, Sarah and Michelle. We were to meet in the gymnasium and when I got there, all five recruits were already waiting, all lounging by the bleachers chatting. We were waiting for Coach Taylor to arrive and unlock the locker room. Aveline was already in gear, wearing a form-fitting long sleeve shirt and black volleyball shorts, but the others needed to change. Aveline was a tall dark-skinned woman with long straight black hair all the way down her back. She had it in a ponytail for athletic events, but it still went very far down. I didn’t know how she wasn’t on our recruiting radar previously, but not only was she the perfect build for a blocker, she was the star player on her high school team. I later learned she was half-Native and half-Black from a rough background and went to a pretty overlooked and run-down high school, so that’s why she never ended up on a recruiter’s radar. Back to the try-outs, I didn’t have keys to the women’s locker room (obviously) so I took a seat beside Sarah and Michelle, our team captains, who I knew pretty well at this point. They both needed to change, as well. Jessica was in a team t-shirt but it was tucked into a denim miniskirt, while Michelle was wearing a sleeveless green dress that came down to right above her knees. I glanced over to the recruits, who were huddled together. Daniela seemed to have come straight from some professional event or class presentation, wearing a black halter top and high waisted grey dress pants. The short Latina had short, straight black hair down almost to her shoulders. She was probably the most iffy recruit, with a sparse athletic background, but she hustled hard and proved naturally gifted at the back row positions. Leslie and Mia, meanwhile, were both on the track team (but not cross country, otherwise they’d have previous commitments) and in fact, Mia was a known potential recruit when she was a high school senior but she chose to focus on track at the time. I suppose now she felt she could juggle both and brought along her freshman teammate. Leslie was a tall and thin Asian wearing a college sweater and black jeans, her medium-length wavy black hair that was usually down now up in a ponytail for the tryout. Mia was a strawberry blonde with short wavy hair and was shorter than Leslie. Mia was wearing the track team t-shirt and blue running shorts. I think Leslie did long jump and Mia did pole vault. Either way, both were already extremely athletic and that carried over regardless of the sport. Jasmin, finally, was a muscular Black girl with her hair in shoulder-length locs. She was wearing black leggings and a sports bra. Given her physique, I’d have to imagine she came straight from a gym workout. She looked more like a power weight lifter than a volleyball player, but her muscular strength didn’t stop her from being quick and able to jump high. So, despite not being particularly tall, her athletic skills would translate just fine to volleyball. Sarah and Michelle weren’t very conversational, giving one word responses to certain questions and not keeping the conversation going. It didn’t seem anything to do with me, they just seemed distracted. Sarah, in particular, was rocking back and forth before settling down to a bent over position, arms hugging her own stomach. Given the lack of conversation, my eyes wandered to the group of recruits. They, too, seemed restless. Mia was jiggling her legs rapidly, while Leslie and Aveline seemed stiff and awkward, not engaging with each other. Daniela had actually gotten up and was pacing back and forth by the door to the locker room. As she walked away from me, I could see clear pantylines through her dress pants. Jasmin, too, stood up, but not to pace. Jasmin leaned on the edge of the bleachers, bending over a little and crossing her legs. She bit her lips and seemed to shiver as she stood. It was dawning on me what was going on - they needed to use the bathroom. I could see Aveline glancing at the clock as she began to bounce her legs a little. Leslie escalated to one hand by her crotch, but seemed to be doing best among the recruits in hiding her desperation. Jasmin bent over even more while Mia actively had both hands holding her crotch, her desperation clear as day at this point. It wasn’t going much better with the team captains. I heard a low fart and looked back to see Sarah blushing. She stood up and I saw a glimpse up her miniskirt to see pink panties as she made her way to the locker room door. As she did that, I saw I could also see up Michelle’s green dress, her white thong visible due to her sitting on the bleacher a couple steps above mine. She was also restless, jiggling her left leg - which is why her legs were no longer closed and I could see her underwear. As Sarah banged on the locker room door, I saw Daniela come to a standstill by the door as well. Daniela’s dress pants hid nothing as a splotch appeared. She bent over and thrust her hands in her crotch, raising each leg in turn as she had a potty dance, essentially. Meanwhile, Leslie crossed one leg over the other, her hand pinned against her crotch. Mia, though, seemed absolutely still despite having been bouncing her legs with her hands in her crotch a moment ago. She almost seemed to relax, and I wondered if she was letting go… Sarah, too, went still. She stopped banging the door and jiggling the handle and she crossed her legs tightly as she stood, gripping the door handle. She seemed to bend over a little. She was still for about thirty seconds and I thought I saw glistening on the back of her legs but it didn’t seem she flooded herself. However, when she finally straightened up, she turned around and placed her back to the wall, her cheeks and ears bright red in embarrassment. She played with the back of her skirt, pulling them away and down and feeling her behind. While that was happening, Daniela bent over again and I saw the wet spot grow larger than her hands could cover. She continued pacing, now with one hand permanently in her crotch. From behind, I could see a fist-sized wet spot as well. I heard another fart echo through the gymnasium, but this time it seemed Jasmin was the embarrassed one. Jasmin turned to rush to the locker room door but froze again. She was still gripping the side of the bleachers, but with her back facing me I could see a bulge clearly begin to form as it escaped her tightly clenched cheeks in her black leggings. A glistening appeared as well and raced down her legs as she fully lost control. By the time she was finished, the bulge was the size of an orange and clearly visible while her legs were totally wet. Everyone obviously noticed, but no one was in a position to comment themselves. At that moment, though, I heard the gymnasium door open and saw the assistant coach walk in. I heard rustling beside me and saw Michelle begin to stand up. I got one last glimpse up her dress and saw her white thong had a clear dark spot where she must have leaked. Michelle then hurried to the door as the coach got there and unlocked the door. The coach pretended not to notice the desperate athletes. Daniela rushed in immediately, followed by Sarah, Michelle, and Jasmin. Mia entered next and I saw she did wet herself as the back of her blue shorts were entirely soaked. As Leslie got up, I saw she had a wet spot on her black jeans as well, though she hadn’t lost complete control it seemed. Aveline got up next and I couldn’t tell from a distance if she was wet or not until she started walking from the bleachers to the door. I could see glistening on her legs so she must have been leaking as she walked. It took me a few seconds to recover from what I saw, but eventually I went up to the coach and began helping her set up the tryouts. The tryouts themselves went without a hitch and there was no evidence, either physical or psychological, of the embarrassing incidents that happened earlier - except Aveline’s volleyball shorts seemed faintly to have a darker spot, but it was extremely hard to tell unless you were looking for it. At the end, we offered the good news that they were all accepted and gave them all some financial compensation - including a full ride for Aveline. The assistant coach, who was black, was also particularly happy with the newfound diversity of the team with our recruits. Aveline was to join Michelle and Eva as blockers while Leslie and Jasmin were to be hitters alongside Taylor, Lauren, and Charlotte. Jasmin would also train to be a serving specialist, trained by our current Jessica. Daniela and Mia would be back-up defensive specialists behind Whitney and Devin, with Daniela being trained to be a setter behind Sarah since Sarah was a senior and the setter was the most critical. If Daniela could be ready before the season really started, too, having two setters would be a game changer. Mia, meanwhile, was also training to be a libero, behind our current one, Shelley. With the good news, I think all embarrassment about accidents, if there were any, were long behind them. However, I would later learn accidents were actually quite common with woman athletes, and our team was living proof… I thought this would be the only time I’d see so many examples of my particular… interest… so I did something I’m a bit ashamed of. The assistant coach forgot to lock up the women’s locker room after, so when everyone was gone and I was closing up the gymnasium, I made the rash decision to sneak inside. Mia, Daniela, and Jasmin left wearing their new volleyball gear so I knew they left their original clothes behind. Inside the locker room, I saw the lockers were half-sized (one stack on top of the other) and had a design with multiple open holes so you could see inside, likely designed to avoid people hiding contraband. That meant I could see Daniela and Mia’s new lockers. Daniela’s was easy to spot since grey dress pants stood out. They were clearly wet and I wondered if her underwear was inside the pants. Mia’s blue shorts were visibly wet inside her locker, as well. After that, I dug through the trash. Under a layer of tossed paper towels, I first found a white thong, fully soaked and stained yellow. It matched what I saw on Michelle. Under that were a pair of wet leggings balled up. I unfurled it and could see the inside was coated in poop and had a crumpled blue thong inside. I set that aside and picked up pink full cut panties next with both a clear wet stain and a large brown stain in the rear. That must have been Sarah’s. That left a pair of blue boyshorts in the trash, which I deduced to be Leslie based on the large wet spot on the back. After seeing all that, I left, feeling rather terrible about what kind of person I was but also with the images of their underwear burned into my head. Training went well, but as our season began in earnest, I discovered an aspect of my job on the volleyball team that I would enjoy quite a bit - even though it was the job others hated the most. The position was often called speed wiper. What the position entailed was when players dove onto the ground or otherwise ended up on the ground, before the next rally the speed wiper would rush to the court and wipe down the floor. This was in case there was dirt or sweat that a player’s body would leave - anything slippery could be extremely dangerous in volleyball. Usually, players and fans would refer to any wet spot as “sweat spots.” However, since I was the one wiping the floor, it soon became clear that “leak spot” would be a more accurate description. Many of the times, any wetness on the floor was really just a spurt or leak from the player. I couldn’t blame them, a hard hit on the ground would certainly jolt my bladder. But it fascinated me to get to know the players’ bladder control and their differences. Jessica definitely had the weakest bladder. The long-haired blonde leaked on every dive or even jumps. I even saw her leak when setting the ball for a teammate. Fortunately for her, she was our serving specialist, so she didn’t see as much action. But a couple times, even the jolt of hitting the ball when serving or jumping for an overhand serve was accompanied by trickles down her legs. The black volleyball shorts were designed to be absorbent to an extent, but even when hers overflowed and I saw glistening on her legs, the shorts themselves rarely showed a hint of wetness. The glistening, I’m sure, could be chalked up to sweat if a fan noticed. But I knew, mopping up after every dive, that she was leaking. Even though the volleyball shorts didn’t show much, sometimes where she was sitting on the bench would have a damp patch - or the bus seat on the ride home. She was a bubbly personality with a bright smile and never acknowledged it, and because of that neither did her teammates. Jessica brought a lot of energy and leadership to the team, and her teammates respected that. I personally had to wonder, though, if her bladder was weak enough it affected her outside of sports… Whitney’s bladder was almost as bad. The dark brunette beauty had straight hair that she put in a ponytail, usually held by a bow. Whitney didn’t usually leak on simple jumps or actions like that, but every dive like clockwork left a small puddle for me to wipe up. She was more understated than Jessica, but similarly she refused to acknowledge her common bladder leaks. Occasionally, I saw her rub her legs together to hide the evidence further, but that was it. Devin, Taylor, Lauren, and Charlotte leaked on occasion too, I noticed. A particularly big hit, or late in the game when they’re tired or maybe their bladder had filled up, there were regularly wet spots after they dove for the ball or otherwise fell to the floor. Devin was a short-haired blonde who put her hair in a bun. She had a bit of what some called “RBF” but was actually quite nice and funny when you talked to her. She did crack the occasional wry joke at her own expense to me. For instance, she once left a puddle the size of my hand after a particularly rough dive. After I wiped it up, she said, “If I could wear a diaper under these shorts, honestly I would.” I chuckled at that and reassured her it was no trouble. Lauren was also blonde but with a rounder face and had wavy hair. She swept her hair back in a full ponytail during games. She would always give me an apologetic smile after I cleaned up a puddle of hers. Taylor, a brunette whose hair went to her shoulders, also would thank me directly after games, which I always appreciated. Charlotte, meanwhile, was younger with a bit of a baby face and she kept her dark hair in pigtails. She was always too embarrassed to make eye contact with me after I wiped up a puddle of hers. One particular game stood out to me. This game was an away game and our opponent’s gymnasium was, for some reason, set really hot. So our players were chugging water through the game. This was also a brutal game. A volleyball match consisted of a best of five sets. Usually, games were decided with three or four sets. This one went to five, as we traded winning sets. Additionally, you had to win a set by two points - so for example, 25 was usually the winning set, but if the other team was at 24, you needed to get to 26. We were so evenly matched that two out of the first four sets went beyond 25 points. By the time we got to the 5th set, I had to use a new towel because of all the leaks. Jessica and Whitney had leaked a lot. I felt like they must have completely emptied their bladder over the course of the game, Jessica leaving one puddle that genuinely was the size of a plate and left a glistening patch on the front of her volleyball shorts. Whitney’s shorts, too, glistened a little as she wiped down her legs to avoid evidence. Throughout the fourth set, Taylor and Charlotte were jiggling their legs whenever they were on the bench and Devin and Sarah had their legs tightly crossed. Lauren, too, showed signs of desperation, though for what I was unsure. It was clear throughout the 4th set when she was playing that her butt was tightly clenched, the volleyball shorts hiding nothing. Sometimes she clenched them tighter, too, and sometimes they unclenched for a moment, which was mesmerizing for me. This set the stage for a particularly chaotic fifth set. Eva, Sarah, Devin, Shelley, Taylor, and Lauren started. Lauren was serving and had her cheeks tightly clenched. This didn’t stop her from hitting a solid serve that the opposing team managed to return. Sarah went to set the ball and Eva spiked it. I saw when Eva landed, though, a glistening appeared on her legs. The opposing team managed to return it, and Devin had to dive down to get it. When she got up, I saw a clear puddle where she was. Taylor, fortunately, managed to hit it back after Sarah set it again and they won the point, but Eva, Lauren, and Devin looked really uncomfortable. I quickly wiped down the puddles before the next rally started. The next point, players were clearly distracted as Taylor and Shelley went for the same dive. As they landed and missed, I saw Shelley leak a little while Taylor fully peed for a moment. I had a clear shot at Taylor’s crotch, which glistened and I could literally see a stream escape. Sarah called for a timeout and the players hobbled over as I cleaned up the floor. My towel was literally soaked after Taylor’s accident and I threw it out and grabbed a fresh one. In the huddle, Lauren crossed her legs tightly. “Coach… I gotta go to the bathroom. I can’t play.” Sarah agreed. Sarah had prevented some leaks on court, but she was literally holding her legs crossed in the huddle with a hand in her crotch. Meanwhile, the others were just seemingly exhausted, their lack of bladder control a symptom of their tired muscles. The coach agreed to work on some substitutions. A couple points later, Sarah had to dive for the ball even though that wasn’t her position. When she landed, I knew immediately she leaked as the floor glistened when she cleaned up. After the point, I quickly wiped it down and Sarah mouthed thank you to me. By the 10th point, Sarah had gotten herself subbed out and was sitting by me. The coach was desperate enough managing people’s exhaustion that the newbies were all in. Daniela was setting, Jasmin was serving, Mia was playing libero, and Leslie completed the back row while Aveline played blocker. Charlotte was also in, along with Eva. Lauren had snuck back to the locker room, but Sarah was trying to stay supportive of the team. She was distracting with her legs constantly shaking, but what happened next was unexpected. She asked me for two towels and I gave them to her. She sat on one and wrapped the other around her. Even with the court activities, I could soon hear a tinkling as she peed through the towels and some leaked below her chair. However, I doubt anyone in the stands could see what she was doing - plus, they were watching the game. Sarah kept the towels around her for the rest of the game while I tried to pretend not to notice and focus on my job. I observed the court, looking for wet spots that I’d have to clean up. I also noted that we were now up 12-10 and the 5th set was to 15 points, so we were close to winning. Jasmin served the ball and it was immediately returned. Mia dove for the ball and managed to keep it going, though when she stood up I saw I was going to have a job to do. Daniela set it and Charlotte rushed up to spike it and we won the point. I saw as Charlotte landed from her jump trickles burst out of her shorts and ran down her legs. She rubbed her legs together casually to hide the evidence and her volleyball shorts didn’t really give anything away, aside from a momentary glistening. I quickly mopped up where Mia dove and stopped by Charlotte and also dabbed at a couple tiny puddles by her. She looked embarrassed that I’d noticed, since usually I’m only supposed to towel after people dove. The next rally, Leslie and Jasmin left puddles on the ground as they each returned the ball. Neither acknowledged it, as the pressure of the game depending on mostly rookies made them focused. We were now up 14-10 and about to win. However, the nerves were getting to the players and we lost the next two. I saw Daniela was nervously pacing during down time and jiggling her legs - out of nerves or desperation, I didn’t know. In fact, despite no strenuous activity, after the other team scored their 12th point, I saw trickles flow down Daniela’s legs. I don’t know if she noticed she was wetting herself, because she seemed extremely nervous about the game. Aveline, too, had her butt tightly clenched like Lauren was earlier, which was slowing her down. The next rally, Aveline jumped to block a hit and was successful, but when she landed I heard a clear fart ring out. No one acknowledged it, nor would anyone but me really notice who it was, but I knew. They managed to return it though and it went in an awkward spot with no one present, so Daniela dove for it even though she was the setter. She successfully saved it and Mia quickly set it haphazardly, but it was enough for Jasmin to hit it and we won the rally, which meant we won the match 15-13. Everyone jumped up to cheer except Daniela who stayed on the ground. I ran over to check on her and realized she was just fully peeing laying down on the ground, frozen in embarrassment. I mopped up around her and awkwardly patted her back to comfort her. She eventually got up, gave me a nod while her cheeks were bright red in embarrassment, and I finished cleaning up her area. On the court and crouching, I was eye level with people’s crotch and I saw Eva had a trickle burst out. She grabbed her crotch and ran off court, her legs glistening as she ignored the celebrations and high fiving. I’m sure people in the audience knew why she ran off court, but no one knew she was already peeing besides me. As the players shook the opponents’ hands, I saw Aveline had the first hint of a bulge appear through her tightly clenched ass. The moment she was done shaking hands, she too rushed to the locker room, the bulge growing ever so slightly. Eventually, everyone had gone to the locker room and some girls put on sweatpants while others stayed in their shorts. We got on the bus, happy and celebratory we won a tough game. Sarah sat in the back and beckoned me over. Charlotte and Daniela sat in the row beside us while I sat next to Sarah. As the bus took off, Sarah turned to me and said, “You know, the team has noticed how dedicated you are at covering for us.” I think I knew what she meant but wasn’t sure where this was going. She boldly moved my hand to her volleyball shorts, which were still soaked. “You know what I mean.” I looked over and saw Charlotte and Daniela were watching with interest. They nodded at me, agreeing with Sarah. Sarah continued. “I think you deserve a reward for your hard work… and for keeping our… incidents… a secret.” Sarah moved her hand over to my sweatpants. Sarah kissed me and she soon felt my reaction as she slipped her hand inside my sweatpants. I moved my hand on her shorts to her crotch and began fingering her. The wet fabric felt amazing. She took a moment to guide my hand inside her elastic shorts and I felt her thong underneath - most players didn’t wear any underwear at all, but I discovered over time Sarah always wore thongs. I fingered her through her wet thong as she gave me a handjob. I glanced over at Daniela and Charlotte and saw Charlotte was fingering herself watching as Daniela watched with interest as well. This was all overwhelming and I quickly came right into my sweatpants. Fortunately, that helped me get Sarah to cum as well, and I felt a few more leaks spurt out of her onto my hand. I slipped my hand out and Sarah panted as she looked down at the wet spot in my sweatpants. “Now we both have wet pants…” Fortunately, Sarah did me the service of standing right in front of me when we had to get off the bus. But that wouldn’t be the only sexual thank you I got from a player. At another game, Michelle was feeling unwell and spent downtime clutching her stomach. At one point, she spiked the ball down and as she landed, I saw her cheeks open up and a bulge begin to appear. Panicked, she called a time-out and began to walk off, telling the assistant coach to sub her out. I quickly followed her as I saw the bulge go from barely visible to the size of a clementine. I stood right behind her to block anyone from seeing. We got to the women’s locker room and now out of sight of anyone, she bent over and grunted as she lost all final semblance of control, trickles of pee running down her leg as the mess grew to the size of an orange. I could hear the crackling and soft farts as it came out. She turned to me, massively embarrassed. “Thank you so much for covering for me.” She pulled me into the locker room and gave me a kiss. When we pulled away, she noticed I had a rather obvious bulge. She smiled. “Even like this I can still have that effect? Honestly, that makes me feel better. Let me pay you back.” Little did she know I was aroused because of her accident, not in spite, but she took me back to the bathroom stall and seated me down and pulled down my pants. The sight of her blowing me with a load in her shorts was bliss for me and I came quickly. After, she winked at me and shoo’d me out of the locker room to return to my job at the game while she changed. Eva and I, too, hooked up once. On Tuesday practices, Eva had to go to a class right after practice. Well, turns out Eva leaked quite regularly in practice and on one particular Tuesday, she rushed over to me and pulled me aside. “I have a big favor to ask of you.” “What is it?” She lowered her voice. “Umm… I, uh, leaked and I need new underwear before I go to my class after practice. Could you quickly go buy me a pair? I’ll pay you back.” I was taken aback, but maybe she asked me because I already knew players leaked on a regular basis. “Ummm… Yeah, sure. But how do I know what kind?” She took me back behind the bleachers and then lowered her volleyball shorts. Again, most players wore nothing, but a couple wore thongs and boyshorts because those were least likely to leave a visible pantyline. Eva was wearing blue boyshorts and by showing me, I saw the clear visible wet spot on the lower third of the front. She pulled them up again, obviously not modeling to me though I wish I saw her ass in those panties. I nodded at her, though, seeing enough to pick out a similar pair. When I was back, Eva was sitting on the bench while the younger players had a scrimmage, so she quickly stepped out without the coaches minding. When no one was looking, she beckoned me into the girl’s locker room. Inside, I showed her what I got. “Perfect,” she said. She quickly venmo’d me the cost and then said, “I think you deserve a little extra.” She leaned in for a kiss. “I’ve seen how you look at us players… You want this?” I couldn’t deny that… I guess I wasn’t as subtle in checking them out as I thought, but at least Eva didn’t think I was a creep. She moved my hand to her ass. She was taller than me but not a stick, and her ass felt heavenly, especially as I could feel towards the lower end a dampness. She soon pulled away and changed out of her shorts and panties and put on the new boyshorts I got her. I noticed the tiniest wet spot appeared since she didn’t dry herself off, but I didn’t comment. She rummaged through her locker for her pants and intentionally bent over, showing me her ass in the new panties - little did she know I wish she did that without changing! She pulled out a pair of light blue jeans and a towel then turned back to me. “Before I change, let me take care of you.” She took off all her clothes and beckoned me to do the same. I was frozen for a moment, staring at her athletic body. Then she led me to the showers, bringing only her towel. She turned on the shower and stroked me off while I fingered her. She came in my hands and I felt another spurt. Fortunately, the shower covered the sounds of her moans, I think. That obviously sent me over the edge. After a moment under the water, she asked, “Was that payment enough?” “More than enough... “ “Good. I enjoyed it myself. But you need to get out of here now before everyone else comes in.” I understood and dried myself off and put in my clothes and exited out the back door so no one saw. The last player I hooked up with was Shelley, and we actually had a more long term relationship. Not officially dating, but we hooked up regularly. What set it off was at one practice she really had to go, but the coach was in a particularly gruff mood so there weren’t any breaks. In between drills, Shelley was crossing her legs and bouncing around. She noticed I was watching her with particular interest, and I’m not sure if she thought I was checking her out in general or because of her desperation, but she definitely started putting on a show for me specifically. She would bend over when she was standing in front of me, pushing her ass in my face. She was one of the three players who wore underwear, and on this occasion I noticed she was wearing a thong, that’s how close she put her ass to me. When she had to move to a different part of the court, she looked down and saw I was definitely paying attention and aroused and smirked at me. Soon after, they had a drill on spiking. The team captains took turns setting the ball while everyone took turns spiking. Shelley, on her second attempt, let out a trickle as she landed, the glistening line clear as day to where I was sitting. She looked over and saw me looking straight at her legs. I think it was then she knew for sure what excited me… After practice ended she came to sit by me, supposedly to grab one of the water bottles I had to pass out to players. As she drank her water, she crossed her legs tightly. “You know… I still haven’t gone to the bathroom.” I nodded. She continued, “Is that why you’re looking? Because I have to pee?” I wish I came up with something clever or nicer, like “Also because you’re beautiful” but alas, I just nodded. She didn’t seem to mind. I think she got off on the idea of teasing me and the control it gave her, bizarrely. She was the one about to have an accident, but she had me on a leash. She sat beside me, bouncing her left leg over her right leg, drinking her water. I looked down and saw her crotch glisten momentarily as another spurt escaped. The gymnasium soon cleared as the other players entered the locker room and the coaches left entirely. She turned to me and said, “Seems you got a problem down there.” I gulped, a bit speechless and her boldness. She continued, “Let me help you.” She pulled down my athletic shorts I was wearing that day and pulled down my boxer briefs as well, toying with me with her hands. She then took off her volleyball shorts and thong and sat directly on me and I felt myself enter her. As she rode me, I fingered her clitoris and felt spurts and trickles escape as she rode me. She gasped, “I have to go so bad, but I’m not going to go until you cum.” I grunted, “I’m about to…” She rode me faster then, and I felt myself empty into her. I pulled her close and kept at her clit and hearing and feeling me cum dragged her across the finish line, too, her moans echoing in the gymnasium. It also led to her totally losing control as I felt piss gush over my crotch and she emptied her bladder on me. After we sat there breathing heavily for a few seconds, she got up and pulled up her wet thong and her shorts and gave me a quick kiss. “Thanks for showing me a good time, towel boy.” She took off while I was still in a daze, unable to respond except to pull up my now wet pants in case anyone showed up. Shelley and I hooked up a couple more times. Once, just for the sake of it after practice. Another time, we were on the bus back home from a game. She and I sat next to each other and she was squirming. She was shaking with effort as she crossed her legs repeatedly and rocked back and forth. Since she knew my secret, I openly checked her out and she saw the effect her desperation had on me. In fact, I’m pretty sure she was obvious on purpose. Eventually, I saw a glistening appear on her crotch despite her tightly crossed legs. Despite her desperation, she saw the reaction I had and quickly began fondling me. She kept leaking in little spurts, her shorts giving it away by glistening each time. Soon, enough leaked that there was a pool of liquid rolling off the seat onto the bus floor. Despite only touching me through my clothes, this sight was heavenly to me and she felt me cum right there. She smirked as a wet spot appeared on my pants, more obvious than her black volleyball shorts. She spread her legs wide open then and let go, finishing peeing right there on the bus seat. Speaking of bus rides, once I saw multiple players have accidents after a game. This was a long game, too, and to make matters worse the school had closed the opposing team locker room for renovations so we had no access to bathrooms. After the game, we had to immediately pile onto the bus. I sat in the back again with Shelley. It was a long bus ride, too, and I was pretty certain I’d see several accidents. In fact, Shelley was one of the girls who was desperate, crossing her legs as she sat next to me. I wondered if the girls who peed on the court as they played might be at an advantage now, since they had sort of emptied their bladder. I had to clean up particularly large wet spots from Taylor, Lauren, Jessica, Charlotte, and Whitney today. Those players, alongside Devin and Michelle, were sitting up front so even if they did have an accident, I wouldn’t be able to see. However, word did get back to us about halfway through the ride that apparently Jessica had peed on the bus. I had to wonder if Jessica’s bladder was the size of a walnut, since she was always peeing in-game and now was the first to lose it. Across from Shelley and I were Sarah and Eva. Meanwhile the seats in front of us were Daniela, Aveline, Jasmin, and Mia. I couldn’t see Daniela and Aveline because they were directly in front of us, but I could see Shelley was bouncing her legs (and I could feel it, sitting next to her!) while Sarah had her legs tightly crossed as she gripped the edge of the seat with her hands. Eva was hunched over, arms around her stomach. I could imagine she didn’t just have to pee. Jasmin and Mia were visible too, with Jasmin looking stiff as she grabbed the seat in front of her and avoided moving too much and Mia had her hands literally in her crotch. As the bus ride went on, I could literally see Shelley leak over time. Since she knew about my… preferences… I openly looked as she wiggled her legs and moved one over the other. She didn’t slow down her fidgeting when a pool of piss appeared, collecting together momentarily because of her legs being tightly crossed. She uncrossed and it disappeared into the seat. A few minutes later, another spurt came out, this one rolling off the seat a little. I looked past Shelley and could see the seat under Sarah had trickles flowing out, too. A couple minutes after that, I could hear a trickle but didn’t see anyone beside me lose control (other than a renewed glistening from a spurt from Shelley). I looked down, though, and saw a growing puddle from the seat ahead moving towards me. I couldn’t tell if it was Daniela or Aveline but one of them must have given up. Mia must have seen and joined whoever it was in giving up, and I could see her spread her legs apart as she peed freely through her black volleyball shorts. The sight of two girls letting go was too much for Sarah, who despite her tightly crossed legs and thrusting her hands in her crotch, began letting go in spurts. I could tell because the puddle around her ass grew in bursts and trickles fell from the seat in waves. Eva stood up to avoid the puddle but this was a mistake as I saw the beginnings of a bulge appear now that she wasn’t sitting down. She froze in panic as the bulge grew. The loss of control also led to her leaking as wet streaks began to form on her legs. Soon, there was a very obvious, orange-sized bulge in Eva’s seat and she didn’t dare sit back down on it, spending the rest of the ride leaning on the seat in front of her. No one else commented, though, understanding the circumstances. Shelley, too, let out a couple more spurts, but it seemed she let out enough to hold it. Soon after, we pulled back into our campus and girls raced off the bus to get to the bathroom. Sarah shielded Eva from behind in case there were people out and about and they got out quickly. Shelley smirked at me, knowing I was also in a compromising position with an obvious boner and she stood in front of me. The ladies like Shelley that just peed themselves were pretty safe from incriminating evidence since the black volleyball shorts weren’t too obvious, though I felt bad for whoever had to clean the bus. Shelley stood in front of me, protecting me from being caught as the pervert I was. Daniela, Jasmin, and Aveline got out in front of us, and I could tell from the faintly darker patch it was Daniela that had peed earlier in the seat in front of us. As we shuffled off the bus, I could see trickles roll down Jasmin’s legs, subtle but clear she was leaking. When we stepped off the bus, the large step caused a spurt to escape straight between her legs and onto the pavement below. Additionally, I could see Aveline’s butt was clenched, volleyball shorts hiding nothing. Usually we’d have some sort of debrief after the game, but the head coach wanted to go home and the assistant coach understood our suffering so they let us go straight home. Jasmin raced to the nearest campus building, a couple lines of glistening and small dark patches on the cement following her. Shelley said, “”Want to come to my place?” I happily agreed. She lived in an apartment just off of campus. We began walking there and I was happy it was after hours on campus so few people were around, since my arousal had not yet abated. It wasn’t going to, either, as I saw Aveline ahead of us. I realized Aveline lived on the same block as Shelley and we were walking toward the same place. She was walking with smaller steps than usual, and it didn’t take long before we caught up. When we did, I could see just the faintest point, like the tip of a finger, sticking out of her. She realized soon after we were by her. “Oh, hey guys…” Shelley asked, “Umm, you okay?” “No, I don’t think I’m going to make it home…” Shelley was encouraging. “You got this! And if you don’t, I already halfway peed myself on the bus so you’re in good company.” Aveline responded with a low fart and I saw the bulge move and get just a little bigger. Aveline looked embarrassed for a moment then giggled. She said, “I bet all those boys checking us out at every volleyball game wouldn’t expect me to do that.” I thought to myself, well… You’d be surprised… but I kept to myself. There wasn’t enough room on the sidewalk for us to walk three abreast so I stood behind Shelley and Aveline, which did me the added bonus of hiding my perverseness and allowed me to see both their asses clearly, something I was not complaining about. Shelley was shorter and more curvaceous, her ass a feature many guys liked. Aveline was, as a blocker, taller, and she was on the skinny side. But they were both beautiful, athletic, and right now, desperate. Shelley began talking to Aveline about school to distract themselves, and I honestly tuned out the conversation as I focused on what was in front of me. Aveline successfully held it for another couple blocks, but as we turned the corner to get to our destination street, Aveline froze for a second and bent over. The bulge grew to the size of a golf ball, now obvious to anyone looking, and a trickle went down her left leg. She began racing down the street, the bulge growing in size as she speed-walked and another trickle following. She yelled, “See you at practice tomorrow!” Then she left us in the dust, though I could still see the bulge by the time she was at her apartment door, since it was so much bigger by then. Shelley and I were left momentarily stunned at the sight before she pulled me along to her door, which was closer to where we were. We got to the front door of her apartment and she turned to me. She looked expectantly at me and I wondered what she wanted until I heard the tell-tale pitter patter of urine splattering on concrete. I looked down and could see the streams rolling down her legs as she spread them apart so they’d fall at her knees rather than in her shoes. I could literally hear the hissing of urine being pushed out of her body. I stared, entranced, and when she was done I pulled her close and kissed her. She returned the kiss then unlocked the door and dragged me in. We had a good night. The last story I have from this team is my favorite. We had a party just for us - no coaches, no non-team members, just the players and myself. We made it to the playoffs for our division and got further than our school had gotten in a decade. The tryouts worked and the new players had blossomed into strong assets. We were all in happy, contented moods. In fact, the team we lost to finally actually won the whole division tournament - so there was no shame in who we lost to, either. Sarah, Michelle, and Eva lived together and they hosted the party, as the outgoing seniors and team captains. They also had the biggest place, a three bedroom house. Given the small group, Sarah, Michelle, and Eva provided some party snacks while the rest of us brought alcohol. I came in with a couple six packs of beers. Michelle greeted me and showed me where to put the alcohol, dressed comfortably in her own home. She was wearing black leggings and a brown tank top. I passed Eva, who was finishing setting up the snacks on a table. She was wearing high waisted jean shorts and a white tank top. While it seemed they were dressed casually rather than dressing up for the party, they seemed to be the responsible ones. I stepped out of the kitchen into the living room and saw the third host, Sarah, who was dressed for the party but decidedly NOT doing anything responsible but was in fact doing shots with Shelley. Shelley was wearing a white crop top and matching white jeans but Sarah was wearing a rather revealing leather outfit, with leather pants and a leather top closer to a bra than a shirt. I looked to another corner and saw the newbies sipping on beers sitting in a corner. Daniela was also wearing a white crop top, but Daniela’s was thinner and had a lace covering of her cleavage and she wore blue jeans. Jasmin was wearing black pants that were halfway between dress formal and casual, the material like dress pants but the top tied together like sweatpants. She had a brown long sleeve shirt as well. Mia was wearing black leggings and a college t-shirt Leslie was wearing a simple pair of black jeans and a college sweater (matching with Mia), while Aveline was dressed in a green long sleeve and white sweatpants. I guess she was prioritizing comfort and didn’t want to bother to dress up. Certainly, it was more casual than a house party so I couldn’t blame her. I went around saying hi before joining Sarah and Shelley’s corner, since they were the two I knew best at this point. Soon after I settled in, Jessica, Taylor, Devin, and Lauren arrived, setting down their drinks and taking off jackets and other outer layers. Jessica was wearing a short white dress with thin spaghetti straps. Taylor was wearing high waisted blue jeans and a dark blue with white polka dot top. Lauren was wearing a floral dress. Devin was wearing a purple form-fitting top that was halfway between a crop top and a tank top and had spaghetti straps. Her pants were a dark material seemingly halfway between jeans and dress pants, with a long zipper in the front. The four of them doubled the amount of alcohol on hand and they went to the kitchen to set out their contributions. Soon after everyone had said their hellos the final guests, Charlotte and Whitney, arrived. Whitney was wearing high waisted black jeans with three buttons in the front and a green sweater with the front tucked into the jeans. Charlotte wore a white t-shirt and a floral skirt that was quite short. With everyone present, we began some drinking games, some of us playing flip cup on one table while another foldable table was spread out for beer pong. Others of us just mingled and sipped our drinks as we talked. Things went as normal for a while, but people got more open as they got more inebriated. People started admitting to embarrassing secrets or their past hookups. However, things got interesting for me when Sarah drunkenly came to me and put her arm around me. She said loudly, “Hey, I never got to thank you for being the best team manager we’ve had. You always do your job and… You’re the best at toweling up our accidents.” Devin punched Sarah for being so blatant and crass. I tried to play it off. “Hey, whatever helps the team.” Charlotte chimed in, herself drunk and swaying. “No, for real. I get so embarrassed but you don’t even seem to mind.” “It’s really no big deal.” Taylor disagreed. “You do it without complaints and you don’t tell anyone. It is a big deal. I say we toast to our esteemed manager!” The girls all took a sip or chug of whatever they were holding. That’s when Sarah chimed in again. “Hey, while we’re on the topic… Since we’ve all peed on the court… We should see who actually can hold it the longest. We should have a holding contest!” Some looked skeptical. Mia, however, was the first to speak up. “You’re on!” With Mia in, Leslie agreed, and after her the freshmen all followed suit. Sarah taunted the remaining girls. “The freshmen are down, you afraid to lose to them? Besides, I’m team captain, we should do what I want.” Sarah was obviously drunk, so Michelle stepped in. “Co-captain. I’m the other captain and your roommate and I say… Let’s do it.” I was surprised the more serious Michelle agreed to it, but with her down everyone else agreed. Michelle went to lock the bathroom and we went back to our conversations and drinks. Everything seemed normal for the next half an hour and I even almost forgot about it until Shelley sidled up to me and whispered, “Bet you love this, huh.” I whispered back, “Can’t say I’m complaining. But I am also hoping to win.” Shelley laughed. “We’ll see… Look, some girls are desperate already. Look at Jessica.” Jessica was shifting her weight between each leg repeatedly, sometimes raising and lowering each foot as a fidget. I wasn’t surprised to see her desperate first - she seemed to have a bladder the size of a walnut at games and practices. Shelley and I stood to the side together observing the crowd. The others were carrying on like it was a normal party, chatting over drinks and occasionally dancing in the center of the living room where Sarah had set up a dance playlist. No one seemed to be cutting back on alcohol or taking the contest too seriously yet, but Shelley soon pointed out Taylor was also crossing her legs as she chatted with Lauren. I noted Lauren was tapping her foot, a little more subtle than Taylor. Soon after I pointed out to Shelley that Devin and Jasmin were talking with both women sitting on the couch and their legs tightly crossed, with Jasmin openly holding her crotch while Devin rocked back and forth a bit. In another corner, I noticed Mia and Whitney approaching Michelle together. I imagine they were asking for the key but Michelle shook her head no. Sarah came by and reinforced Michelle before dragging the two reluctant women to the dance floor. Shelley and I gave each other a knowing look and giggled. Also dancing was Charlotte, and as she danced I saw her short floral skirt bounce up a little. I caught glimpses of her purple thong - not much to stop any leaks! Which, looking at her, seemed to be inevitable as she sometimes stopped dancing to cross her legs or bend over. I said to Shelley, “Seems half the crowd is desperate already.” Shelley replied, “We didn’t even go beforehand, so I’m not sure this is even a fair contest.” I nodded. “True. But what are you saying, you afraid to lose?” Shelley laughed at my attempt to banter. “I pee my pants in front of this crowd every practice, who cares. By the way, how desperate do you think you are?” I thought for a moment. “Hmm… Like a 5. I can feel my bladder but I don’t really need to go. You?” “Maybe a 6. In normal circumstances if I didn’t have anything to do I might go pee but definitely not desperate. Unlike some people.” We both looked at Jessica, who was now double crossing her legs as she stood, bent over a little in her white dress. I couldn’t stand and stare like a pervert forever, though, and Shelley took me to the dance floor to dance with her. I think at this point, despite having hooked up with Eva and Sarah previously, people on the team knew Shelley and I were unofficially sort of an item, and some other girls cheered us on as we danced. I certainly wasn’t a very good dancer compared to a bunch of college athletes, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless. After a couple songs, I glanced around and saw the first signs of leaking from Jessica, who had two glistening trails down each leg. I whispered in Shelley’s ear to take a look and she nodded, seeing the evidence as well. Soon after, Taylor turned a little. She was sideways to us, but now that she was facing towards us I could see a wet patch on her crotch. Taylor crossed her legs and placed her hands in front of her crotch, hiding the evidence as she talked to Lauren and Devin. Jessica was in a corner with Charlotte and Whitney, and unlike Taylor Jessica made no move like she even acknowledged having leaked. After another song, Shelley and I were tired and made for one of the drinking games. Shelley dragged some of her teammates over to play flip cup first, and she and I joined forces with Jasmin. Shelley approached Taylor, Lauren, and Devin to play - Taylor politely declined but stood by the table while Lauren and Devin joined us. Charlotte joined in as well, with Whitney and Jessica standing by to observe their friend. After a few minutes of setup and rounding people up, Shelley and Lauren began, both draining their drinks and then attempting to flip the cup correctly on the table. Lauren was standing with her legs crossed and fidgeting as she attempted her flips, slowing her down and soon it was Jasmin’s turn, who struggled a little to drain her beer as an inexperienced freshman. Lauren finally succeeded and Devin drained her beer like a pro, catching up to Jasmin. As Lauren finished her final flip I noticed she had a glistening trail below her dress down to her foot on her left leg. Devin, however, finished without incident and Charlotte was next. Charlotte, too, seemed to dance a little as she worked to drink while Jasmin finally successfully flipped the cup. I drained my beer and Charlotte and I began flipping at the same time. We both struggled to accomplish the task, Charlotte distracted by her desperate need to pee and me distracted by keeping one eye on her legs. I finally accomplished the flip and looked up to see Charlotte frozen for a second before attempting one more flip. She did it correctly but too late, and when she stood up I could see her knees were wet and there were a couple small wet spots on the hardwood floor. I also glanced over at Taylor and Jessica while they watched and noticed a renewed glistening on Jessica’s legs and that Taylor’s wet spot grew too big for her hands to hide it completely. We all agreed that flip cup was too heavy on the drinking for our circumstances and decided to switch to beer pong. Shelley and I worked to set up beer pong while the others had various potty dances while they waited. We kept the same teams except Charlotte got Whitney to sub in for her as Charlotte’s desperation increased. Beer pong was a decidedly good choice in that there was less drinking but it took longer, so I could observe the opponents’ desperation. A few rounds in, and I thought I saw a momentary darkening on Whitney’s crotch as she threw the ball. She looked sheepish and crossed her legs after her throw, keeping her hands down and in front of her which seemed to give it away that she leaked. It seemed Whitney was just as desperate as Charlotte, who had subbed out. I glanced over at Charlotte and saw that despite how badly she needed to pee, she was on the dance floor again. I looked back and saw Jasmin ready to go and she crossed her legs for a moment before taking her shot, showing her first sign of desperation. As Jasmin shot, I noticed an expanding wet spot on Taylor’s jeans before it was contained. She continued standing stoically as if she wasn’t slowly losing control, though. Devin went then I shot and missed badly and waited for Lauren to go. I had one eye on Lauren, who I knew leaked earlier, with one leg on Charlotte on the dance floor. It was Charlotte who showed signs of losing it more first, as she jumped around on the dance floor. Her skirt momentarily rose up and I saw her purple thong had a clear dark patch on the front. Her legs seemed wet and I wondered if she was just slowly peeing as she danced. Given the occasional drink spills and constant footsteps, unless she let it all out at once it would be hard to notice anything on the floor. After Lauren went, during Shelley’s turn, I glanced over at Taylor and Jessica. Taylor’s wet spot was continuing to grow in short spurts, now reaching down her thighs, while I saw a puddle growing at Jessica’s feet. I didn’t see any streams between her legs but both legs seemed wet. I guessed she had let go slowly so it would trickle out and roll down her legs, causing less of a scene. Whitney leaked again when she threw the ball, though the dark spot wasn’t obvious on her already dark jeans. It was then Lauren who peed next, though hers was more than a leak. As Lauren waited for me to take the shot, she froze and gripped her dress before hurriedly putting her legs apart and pulling her dress away from her crotch. I saw a stream go straight to the floor (also I missed my shot, unsurprisingly) and she gave up and fully let go, peeing right at her side of the table. Slowly, the room realized and noticed that particular accident and cheers and applause rippled through the room, which made Lauren crack a smile and seem less embarrassed. As she finished peeing, Michelle said, “Looks like we have the first person down!” Charlotte shook her head and said, “Actually, I peed as well.” Everyone turned to her. Charlotte sheepishly raised her skirt, showing everyone her darkened and soaked purple thong. People cheered again and then Michelle said, “We’re gonna have to come up with a way to track this. Hang on.” Michelle disappeared for a moment and reappeared with a whiteboard. She wrote down everyone’s names and crossed off Lauren and Charlotte’s names. She wrote down the time next to Lauren as well - 11:07 PM. “Charlotte, what time did you pee?” “Like 5 minutes ago.” “Perfect. Did anyone else pee?” I looked over at Jessica and Taylor. Taylor’s jeans at this point were soaked to the knees and she realized she had essentially lost the battle already. As they both sheepishly raised their hands, Taylor fully let go, the dark half of the jeans expanding down to her feet. Jessica, too, pulled up her dress for a moment, showing wet full cut white panties. The wet patch made it partially transparent, too, and the image of her transparent underwear was seared in my head. Everyone saw Jessica show her underwear and Taylor finish wetting herself and cheered them on. Eva went to grab a towel to help people clean up the now numerous puddles on the floor. Michelle finished writing on the board and it now read like this: Jessica - 11:03 PM Whitney Taylor - 11:04 PM Lauren - 11:07 PM Charlotte - 11:02 PM Devin Jasmin Mia Eva Leslie Aveline Shelley *redacted (me)* Sarah Daniela Michelle Michelle proudly stuck the magnetic white board to the kitchen. Slowly, the room returned to party festivities, and with everyone cheering and normalizing the accidents, the more embarrassed Jessica and Taylor rejoined the party fully, despite Taylor’s visibly wet jeans. They both now joined Charlotte on the dance floor. Meanwhile, our beer pong game continued with Whitney and Jasmin crossing their legs and fidgeting as they waited their turns. Lauren, after wiping up her puddle, was poking fun, telling them to just let go and talking about how relieved she was. At the end of the game, which Shelley, Jasmin, and I won, Lauren bantered with her teammate Whitney for a bit, saying they lost because she was distracted. Lauren said, “Let go, you’ll feel so much better!” Lauren then lifted her dress to show Whitney her soaked underwear, white cheeky panties. She was facing away from me so I saw the lower one third of the back was wet. Whitney giggled and said, “Honestly, I don’t think I can hold it any longer.” Whitney stood there and spread her legs a little and let go, her existing wet spot growing as her dark jeans became darker and shinier. The pee streamed down her jeans and began forming a puddle on the floor and Lauren went to grab a towel for her. I stared before Shelley noticed and dragged me away, not wanting me to be so obviously mesmerized. Whitney then went to cross her name off and write “11:18 PM” next to her name. Shelley asked, “How bad do you have to go?” “Hmm… a 7 I’d say. I could definitely go but it’s not quite an emergency yet.” “I’m at an 8. I can feel the urge pretty strongly. In any normal situation I’d probably go now. Who do you think is losing it next?” “Definitely Jasmin.” Jasmin seemed at a loss of what to do next, standing by the beer pong table with her legs crossed and hands at her waist. Devin, too, actually, seemed to pee dance in place by Whitney and Lauren, no doubt her desperation worsened by seeing Whitney pee her jeans. Shelley noticed that. “I’ll say Devin then. Let’s see who’s right.” It didn’t take too long of waiting to find out. After a little bit longer, Jasmin hurried over to Michelle and whispered something urgently in her ear. Michelle was nodding thoughtfully then said something back that Jasmin didn’t seem to like. Michelle announced to the room, loud enough to hear over the music, “Attention! We need to make a decision about the contest.” She waited for everyone to settle down before continuing, “What if someone has to poop? Do we let them go or not? Let’s put it to a vote. Everyone that says yes, raise your hand.” Jasmin immediately raised her hand, followed by Mia and Eva. I imagine that would make them the women that had to poop. Michelle said, “Who says no?” Everyone else raised there hand. Michelle turned to Jasmin. “Sorry, majority vote.” Jasmin groaned and in front of everyone, fully let go. Her black pants became drenched quickly as piss raced down her legs. From where I was, I couldn’t hear or see anything about her messing herself, but when she turned around to cross off her name on the list, I saw a clear bulge that was more visible when she was walking as her pants tightened mid-stride. Jasmin crossed off her name and wrote 11:25 PM for the time. Other girls went to comfort her and bring her drinks to cheer her up. I turned to Shelley. “I guess I win.” Shelley said, “Not so fast…” I looked over at Devin. She was standing in a corner by herself and there was a puddle forming at her feet. She was also wearing black pants, though they showed the glistening of urine less obviously than Jasmin’s. In addition to her sneakily peeing, I saw her tight purple tank top clearly showed her small breasts and nipples at attention - I was unsure the reason but could hope, since the room wasn’t exactly cold. Despite no one noticing her peeing, she dutifully crossed off her own name and went to grab a towel. Shelley whispered to me as I stared, “Umm… You’ve got a tell right now.” I looked down and was embarrassed to see how obviously I was turned on. She dragged me to the couch before anyone noticed and sat me down, then sitting on my lap. I put my arms around her waist and we just looked like a normal couple at a party. Little did anyone know Shelley was hiding my arousal (and aiding it as well, squirming on my lap!). Soon after we sat down, Shelley pointed out Mia was urgently potty dancing. After a few moments of dancing, I swore I saw a tiny bulge appear in the back of her black leggings. Mia turned around, now facing us, and was speed walking to the couch. I could see a momentary reflectiveness on her crotch as she must have leaked as she walked. She sat down beside us on the couch. Shelley gave her a look. “You good?” She confessed to us, “I’m gonna lose it… I’m turtleheading. Hoping sitting will help…” After a few moments of her bent over, holding her stomach and pressing her ass into the cushion of the couch, it was clear she could hold it no longer. She raised her butt just slightly from the cushion and I saw a bulge immediately begin forming, the black leggings showing every detail as it escaped. I saw her crotch glisten too as she involuntarily peed a bit. She didn’t pee entirely, though, until she was finished pooping, then she gingerly stood up and felt the bulge, showing us a clear orange-sized bulge drooping down towards her left thigh. It was clear she was wearing a thong or g-string of some kind, so it was just the tightness of her leggings holding her load in place. She then let go of her bladder now that she wouldn’t soak the couch cushion and it raced down her leggings. Shelley went to cross off Mia’s name at 11:32 PM then came back with a towel. Mia mopped up her puddle then set it down on the couch before sitting on the towel. She grimaced as she felt herself flatten her load. She looked down at me and noticed I was aroused. “Shelley showing you a good time, huh?” My ears burned red with embarrassment but I’m glad she didn’t know the true cause of that erection… Shelley sat back down on my lap and intentionally rubbed her ass against me as she felt how turned on I was. Despite the awkwardness of my arousal and Mia’s accident, eventually Mia, Shelley, and I fell into a casual conversation and things returned to normal. A little while later, Sarah and Michelle gathered everyone in the living room. Sarah drunkenly announced, “We still have 8 people in the running and we want to raise the stakes. We want to have a challenge!” Michelle took over, Sarah being too intoxicated to explain. “The first challenge is going to be a yoga session run by me.” Michelle actually had a side gig as a yoga instructor, so she had some credibility on this as well. 5 remaining other 6 competitors agreed to Michelle and Sarah’s challenge and the ladies who already had accidents stood around the edge of the living room. Leslie, however, announced, “Yeah it’s not worth trying to hold it through this.” Leslie spread her legs apart slightly and let go, peeing for a minute through her black jeans. We all watched as the puddle below her grew, with some girls cheering her on. As she cleaned up, the remaining five took our positions behind Michelle, who started us off on some breathing exercises before moving into various stretches and poses. I was hilariously out of my depth as a non-athlete and yoga can be surprisingly intense but I was also enjoying myself, watching everyone drunkenly try to keep their balance as they did various yoga poses. During the triangle pose (legs spread apart and leaning to one side), I saw the first evidence of the toll of yoga. Aveline’s white sweatpants hid nothing as a dark patch appeared, her pantylines from her full cut panties very visible. She didn’t totally let go, though, and we moved to a different pose. We got to child’s pose (Balasana for cultured people), which involved laying down as if praying and stretching the hands forward. I was in the back, so that pose was just everyone’s ass pointed at me. As we held that pose, a fart rang out, though I wasn’t sure who it was. Eva shuffled uncomfortably after, so I suspected her. Frankly, farting in yoga was quite common so I wasn’t sure if it was desperation or the pose. As we got up to stand back up for a new pose, though, I saw Aveline had let a little more go as a small puddle was at her feet and the wet patch went up her sweatpants a bit. We did a forward fold a few poses later (bending at the waist while standing) and that’s when Aveline lost total control, her white sweatpants sporting grey streaks as a puddle formed. After struggling a few seconds, I saw her give up and stand up as she just let the rest go. Lost in everyone cheering Aveline on, though, was Eva. I looked at her ass in her high waisted jean shorts and could see a subtle bulge forming - not obvious due to the thick jeans, but it drooped slightly to the left. A wet spot, small but visible in this pose, appeared as well. Aveline stepped out to get a towel and cross her name off and Michelle had us do one more stance, one that westerners called “happy baby.” It involved laying on one’s back and pulling the feet and legs back towards the head. Given the position, it was unsurprising to hear more farts from my counterpart, but since I was doing my best at yoga as well, I was unsure who it was. By the time we stood up, though, it was clear Eva finished wetting herself on top of messing herself and she awkwardly walked to the board with a slight bow-legged gait to cross off her name. Now the board looked like this: Jessica - 11:03 PM Whitney - 11:18 PM Taylor - 11:04 PM Lauren - 11:07 PM Charlotte - 11:02 PM Devin - 11:26 PM Jasmin - 11:25 PM Mia - 11:32 PM Eva - 11:53 PM Leslie - 11:41 PM Aveline - 11:50 PM Shelley *redacted (me)* Sarah Daniela Michelle At this point, Shelley, Sarah, and Daniela were all fidgeting and crossing their legs, with Sarah occasionally thrusting her hands in her crotch. I, too, was tapping my foot. Only Michelle seemed stoic. The women who already had accidents watched in anticipation as four of us desperately tried to keep holding on, unable to stand still. A couple minutes into waiting and Jasmin got impatient. She walked up to Daniela from behind, despite her own wet and loaded pants, and put her arms around her waist and kissed Daniela’s neck. Now, I hadn’t known until now that the two were informally dating, but some of the girls on the team already knew and they cheered them on. Jasmin’s real goal, though, was causing Daniela’s downfall. Daniela melted into Jasmin’s arms as Jasmin kept kissing her and had her fingers slip into her blue jeans, unbuttoning the top button. A wet spot appeared on Daniela’s crotch as she was likely distracted from her attempt to hold it. To my surprise and to the cheers of the drunken crowd, Jasmin fingered Daniela from behind right there in front of everyone. I stood behind Shelley, and she backed into me and I put my arms around her. She could definitely tell I was enjoying the show… She whispered, “Are you going to do that to me?” I was taken aback. “Would you want me to?” As Daniela moaned with pleasure, Shelley replied, “...Maybe…” Sarah came over. Her no filter drunken state had shown through all night. “You two should join in! It’ll be the next challenge!” I was hesitant for a moment but Shelley clearly not only didn’t mind, but wanted me to. I kissed her too and unbuttoned and unzipped her white jeans, the white thong underneath peaking through. I was a bit self-conscious about performing sexually in front of a crowd, but the crowd was very drunk and very into it. Based on Shelley’s moans, I wasn’t doing too bad. I could feel her thong was already wet, though I wasn’t sure from what. Despite my best efforts, though, Jasmin and Daniela’s head start meant Daniela came first, screaming in pleasure as I saw her blue jeans get soaked, her orgasm causing her to lose all control. I felt Shelley grinding into me as I kept up the pace, and the sight of Daniela wetting herself as she came along with Shelley moaning in my ear and grinding her ass into me put me over the edge. I knew Shelley could feel me cumming and she soon followed suit, spurts of piss escaping her right into my hand as she leaned back into me. I looked down and saw the white jeans turn slightly translucent as the urine raced down her legs and formed a puddle. With Shelley’s ass pressed against me, I also felt her cheeks open up and she lost control of her bowels. Having cum, too, my bladder’s urge came back with a vengeance and I gave up, pissing my own jeans as Shelley pooped. Despite the thong, her jeans were tight enough to hold her load in place. It was a strange feeling, the combination of the sexual act plus the loss of control from both of us, plus a crowd that was not only not grossed out, but cheering us on. After things had settled down, we had cleaned up the mess on the floor, and checked off everyone’s names, Shelley said, “Well, I guess it’s just down to Sarah and Michelle.” Sarah looked pained in the effort of holding. Her top was barely covering her breasts, so her midriff was entirely exposed. At this point, I could see the impact of holding as she had a visible tummy bulge as opposed to her usual flat, toned stomach. She said, “It’s not worth holding any longer - Michelle can win.” Sarah let go, the hissing loud enough to be audible in the room. The leather pants showed nothing, but streams came pouring out of her pants at her feet. Additionally, Sarah let go of her bowels and that was visible in her tight leather pants as a bulge quickly formed and expanded. We could also hear the muffled farts and crackling despite the crowd cheering her on. By the end of a minute, a puddle several feet wide was on the floor and the bulge was compressed but still the size of an orange. Her stomach, though, was back to its flat and toned self. We all chipped in to clean it up and then cheered Michelle on as the winner. Michelle beamed, drunk but proud of herself as the person on the team with the strongest bladder. Eva called out, “Now unlock the bathroom and enjoy your victory!” Michelle shook her head no. She said, “Win and lose as a team!” We were unsure what she meant until she spread her legs apart and began peeing her pants on purpose, the leggings glistening somewhat but most of the urine coming straight out and straight to the floor between her legs. We all cheered her on as she peed for over a minute. After cleaning up, the board looked like this: Jessica - 11:03 PM Whitney - 11:18 PM Taylor - 11:04 PM Lauren - 11:07 PM Charlotte - 11:02 PM Devin - 11:26 PM Jasmin - 11:25 PM Mia - 11:32 PM Eva - 11:53 PM Leslie - 11:41 PM Aveline - 11:50 PM Shelley - 12:03 AM *redacted (me)* - 12:04 AM Sarah - 12:11 AM Daniela - 12:01 AM Michelle - 12:16 AM With the competition over, we celebrated with another round of drinks and the combination of our intoxication and our giddiness after doing something as silly as a holding contest meant no one remembered to actually unlock the bathroom. In fact, not long after that last round of drinks, people began passing out for the night. Mia and Leslie passed out on the largest couch while Aveline passed out on a single sofa chair. Devin and Charlotte knocked out on a loveseat while Michelle got the rest sleeping bags. Jessica and Whitney shared one while Taylor and Lauren took another, the four stripping to their underwear before snuggling in together. Daniela took Jasmin to bed in Eva’s bedroom. Eva and Sarah were in Michelle’s bed. Michelle suggested we take Sarah’s and she joined her roommates. Shelley laid down and was immediately out like a light. I managed to take off my jeans before passing out alongside her. The next morning, I was the first to wake up. Despite having damp boxers and Shelley’s damp and stained white jeans, we didn’t seem to mess up Sarah’s bed. I shuffled downstairs to make coffee, making sure I did the maximum amount since I was pretty sure the others would want coffee as well. Downstairs, I first saw Charlotte’s purple thong as her skirt had ridden up while she laid on the couch. It had dried out since last night, but the two sleeping bags were surrounded by puddles. I couldn’t tell who, but at least two people had wet themselves in their sleep between Jessica, Whitney, Taylor, and Lauren. As I waited for the coffee, I glanced over at Charlotte’s thong again and saw them darken. I realized she was wetting them in her sleep right in front of my eyes! I stood, mesmerized, before Charlotte rolled over and her skirt fell back over her thong, though the couch showed a wet patch. Soon, the coffee was ready and as I poured myself a cup, Daniela and Jasmin came downstairs, both in their underwear. Daniela was wearing purple hipster panties and a matching bra while Jasmin had on similar panties, but red. I thought I could make out a just slightly darker spot representing last night’s accident, while Jasmin’s panties were still loaded given the bathroom was still locked. In fact, that was the first thing she said to me. “I can’t believe the bathrooms are still locked. We were crazy last night.” I nodded. “I’m sure Michelle will be up soon.” I poured them both coffee. Us quietly talking and drinking coffee likely woke others up as Mia and Leslie rolled out of their couch and joined us. Aveline was next to get up, her white sweatpants stained a faint yellow. She sipped her cup and complained, “I need to pee again. Is Michelle or anyone else with the key awake yet?” I shook my head no and Aveline tsk-tsk’d her disappointment. Jessica and Whitney were up next and they gingerly got out of their sleeping bag. They looked down at their soaked underwear, Jessica in her stained white full-cut panties and Whitney in blue ones. Jessica muttered, “This is so embarrassing, I can’t believe one of us peed in our sleep.” Jasmin reassured them, “Don’t sweat it. We all literally had accidents last night, remember? I’m still in my messy underwear.” Whitney seemed to be a little less embarrassed, too. “Besides, we probably both peed, not just one of us.” Taylor and Lauren were awake during the conversation and unzipped themselves out of the sleeping bag, revealing Taylor’s blue bikini panties and Lauren’s white cheeky panties, both also soaked. Lauren joked, “You mean us four peed. It is what it is.” Charlotte awoke next and panicked for a moment, feeling how wet she was. She jumped up to her feet. “Oh my god! I peed in my sleep!” Lauren just laughed. “Join the club, that makes you the fifth person last night.” That made Charlotte feel better and Devin got up as well. I made a second batch of coffee for the six who most recently awoke and Shelley, who came downstairs soon after in her stained brown and yellow loaded white jeans. Aveline asked, “Are the hosts awake yet?” Shelley shook her head no. “Honestly, I think I heard snoring.” Devin groaned and she went up to bang on the bedroom door, but no one answered. After we finished our coffees and woke up, I suggested breakfast but the others decided to line up at the bathroom. Charlotte & Whitney said they didn’t need to go, either, so we made eggs and ate them in the kitchen while the others waited for the hosts to wake up. Charlotte and Whitney cleaned up the living room puddles while I went to join the line. At the front of the line was Devin, who was still in her black pants and tight purple top from last night, which revealed every detail of her breasts and torso. Her black pants were tight but had a long zipper in the front, which she had unzipped. This revealed black panties underneath, and her hands were thrust into her crotch inside her pants. Jessica, Taylor, and Lauren were next, standing in their bras and panties. Despite all likely having peed recently, I could tell the coffee had worked through their systems as being in their underwear did not hide how tightly they clenched their cheeks. I, too, felt my bowels waking up and knew I wasn’t far off from where all the ladies were either. Mia and Leslie were next, fully clothed but Mia’s black leggings clearly still bulging from last night’s accident. Jasmin and Daniela were next, both in their underwear, while Aveline was after that. Aveline’s tight white sweatpants showed clear pantylines and Aveline, too, occasionally clenched her ass. She was also openly holding her crotch and dancing around. Shelley was last and beside me, and she was calmer than Aveline but whispered to me, “That coffee worked right through me.” “Me too. Someone better get Michelle or someone in that room awake.” The first person to lose control was Aveline. Given her sweatpants were tight enough to see her pantylines, the first bump of her turtleheading then losing control was visible. Over a minute, it grew from the size of the tip of a finger to a golf ball to an orange. After that, she gave up and peed again, her sweatpants translucent and showing her pink panties underneath with a brown bulge. She slumped her shoulders in defeat and waddled away to the living room as others quietly comforted her. At this point, the bedroom door opened and Michelle stepped out and was taken aback by the line. Girls started shouting at her to unlock the door and Michelle hurried to do so before she rushed downstairs to make coffee. Devin rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door, her pants falling down as she ran in. I got a glimpse of her black panties from behind, but I think she made it. As Devin was in the bathroom, Sarah and Eva exited too, joining Michelle for coffee. We could hear Devin not only pee, but have her customary morning shit as well. This proved to be too much for Jessica, next in line. I remembered that literally everyone in line had coffee and we all know how coffee affects most people in the morning. Jessica’s white panties hid nothing as a brown bulge appeared. Jessica stood rigidly still, hand on the doorknob, farting quietly as the first turd curled up, creating a sizable bulge. It was followed by a quicker but smaller second turd, this one accompanied by a sprinkle of piss as the bulge was now big enough to push the leg bands away from her skin. I could literally see through the gap directly at Jessica’s load. Her loss of bladder control showed she must have also peed in her sleep, since her bladder was mostly empty. Taylor’s blue bikini panties showed a bulge too, and by the time Devin opened the door, Taylor also had let go and waddled in after Jessica with an orange-sized load. Lauren’s ass remained tightly clenched in her white cheeky panties, but occasionally it unclenched and re-clenched. At one point, a hint of a bulge appeared then disappeared, and I knew Lauren was holding it with all her might. Fortunately for her, Taylor and Jessica didn’t bother to clean up - merely dump their loads then exit, both of their panties stained but empty now. Lauren hurried in and we heard her let go into the bowl, sort of making it. Listening to someone else go was agonizing, and Mia fully peed where she stood, her leggings re-glistening with her third accident in 24 hours - peeing, pooping, and peeing again. Others gave Mia a sympathetic glance, but I was locked in on Leslie’s ass. Her black jeans didn’t show much, but I swore I saw a hint of movement as a subtle bulge drooped down her right butt cheek. I was pretty sure she had let go, too, but I had no confirmation as Lauren exited in mostly clean white panties (well, stained yellow and with a brown streak). Mia and Leslie rushed in together, not hiding their bodies given their prior friendship on the cross country team as well. As we waited for them to clean up, Shelley muttered, “Fuck it.” I looked down and saw she already had a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her crotch that I hadn’t noticed before. I then heard a very clear hissing sound as she not only let go but pushed empty her bladder, the wet spot growing quickly and racing down her legs before forming a puddle at her feet. I had to go both ways quite badly at this point, but I was frankly saved by my arousal, which stopped me from pissing myself. When Mia and Leslie left, I followed Shelley in and she lowered her now deeply stained white jeans and gingerly lowered her thong over the toilet bowl, finally getting rid of her solid load from last night. She got off the seat so I could pee and took off her jeans and threw away her thong. I stood there, erect penis in hand, and couldn’t pee. Shelley smirked at my problem and instructed me to sit down. “I think I know how to make that go away.” Shelley mounted me on the toilet seat facing me and rode me as we kissed. After what I witnessed this morning, I knew it wouldn’t take long, but even that was too long for the three women left waiting outside. Michelle impatiently unlocked the door and swung it open but froze at the sight of us having sex. The shock did a number to them, and I could see facing the door a wet spot blossom on Eva’s jean shorts. Sarah, too, let go and I could hear the piss trickling down her still loaded leather pants and gather on the floor. Michelle had to go a different way, and the surprise caused her to let a fart escape. That sight did it for me and I came right in Shelley, who seemed to enjoy the attention and came as well. By the time we were done, Sarah had fully wet herself and left to come back later to clean up, her bulge in her leather jeans held together but wobbling as she walked. Eva couldn’t lower her jean shorts because she had also loaded them last night, so she sat fully clothed over the sink and finished peeing. After cumming, too, my bladder and bowels returned with a vengeance and since I was already sitting on the bowl, I began peeing and pooping without any control over it. Michelle looked extremely annoyed as she stood in front of me while Shelley sheepishly put on her jeans and escaped, leaving me in the uncomfortable glare of both women. An initial glistening appeared on Michelle’s crotch but stopped as she crossed her legs tightly. Eva finished peeing before me and hopped off, leaving Michelle and I alone in the bathroom. I heard Michelle fart again, along with another sprinkling along her inner thighs. She commanded I get off the toilet. “But I haven’t wiped yet…” “As if I care. Get out of the bathroom!” I hurriedly pulled up my boxers and stepped out, looking back and seeing an initial bulge appear on Michelle’s ass in her yoga pants before she turned around and slammed the door shut. The rest of the morning was uneventful, with the ladies who were able to head home without evidence doing so while the others stuck around and did laundry. I stuck around due to Shelley cleaning out her white jeans, which miraculously worked. No one mentioned accidents again that morning and though my ears burned red with embarrassment around Michelle, Eva, and Sarah, they acted like nothing was weird. With the season over, the job was done, though I stayed in touch with many of the players. We didn’t really discuss or witness accidents ever again, except the occasional mention of a “legendary party.” Shelley and I remained close, though she got a serious boyfriend the next school year and we were only friends after that. I always wondered if those two ever got up to any of the shenanigans we did, though…
  5. I wanted to finish this one as well. It moves away from the carpooling plot a bit, there's only one bit about commuting, but there's messing and sexual content, as a warning. Next school year, I came in much more confident as a teacher. I knew exactly how I wanted to set up my classroom and I had my lesson ideas figured out for much of the semester. The first week of the year, though, is before students come in and time for us to get work done and set up our classrooms. With some veteran teachers retiring or taking jobs elsewhere, Emma was now moved beside the rest of the English department on the 2nd floor, while Mia was still on the 1st floor with me. Emma grumbled about having to set up a new room, but truth was there were advantages to all the English teachers being beside each other, both from their planning standpoint and from a student standpoint of finding their classrooms. One other advantage of having the 2nd floor was the staff meetings were always there, which means us 1st floor teachers always had to go up stairs for every meeting. And EVERY setup day started with meetings, which was extremely annoying to all of us. On the second to last day of our planning week, Mia and I sat next to each other during the meeting in the back. Mia had come in just in time to not be late to work and was chugging a coffee. Since no students were in, we could be casual and she was wearing a t-shirt and black athletic shorts that showed off her muscular thighs. During the meeting, I was pretty checked out and kept glancing over at Mia, who was crossing and uncrossing her legs. Given how defined her legs were, it was clear when she squeezed them tightly. She had to pee, there was no doubt in my eyes. In fact, during a lull in the meeting, she leaned over and whispered to me, “I have to pee so bad… I didn’t get to go before leaving the house.” I chuckled. “And you chugged a coffee just now… You gonna make it?” She gave me a wink. “Who knows…” I wondered again if she was toying with me… What did Emma tell her! I was embarrassed at first, but if Mia did know she certainly seemed to enjoy playing with my lust so she couldn’t be too grossed out by me. Under the table, her feet were swinging as she pressed her legs together. She seemed to purposely touch my leg multiple times, drawing attention to her desperation. At one point, she saw me glance over then bent forward, shoving one hand into her crotch. I wasn’t sure how much of it was real at this point and how much of it was to get my attention, but she definitely had it. The rest of the table, fortunately, was busy looking ahead at our principal as she droned on about some BS goal on standardized tests for the year. Finally, the meeting ended and Mia began packing up. I started putting away my laptop in my messenger bag, taking my time to allow a certain embarrassing bulge to subside before standing up in front of my coworkers. Mia was taking her time, too. Eventually, we were some of the last ones out of the room and Mia made a beeline to the elevator. The elevator, since we were only 2 floors, was rarely taken. It only existed for moving equipment and for the occasional student who needed it. It was extremely slow and in any logical situation Mia would just use the 2nd floor bathrooms then head to her classroom. It was clear she both knew about me and was inviting me into her game. I walked up to her. “Why the elevator?” “I was working out last night and I’m too sore for these steps…” She wasn’t too sore to cross her legs and bounce on the spot as we waited for the elevator, though. She had one hand in her shorts pocket, seemingly holding herself via her pocket. This pulled down her shorts a little and I saw a glimpse of her blue panties. By the time the elevator arrived and we got in, I was obviously erect through my jeans watching Mia’s show and she knew it. We both awkwardly walked in and faced the doors, me grateful no one else was around. Mia stood in front of me and bent over, both hands now in her crotch. She pressed the 1st floor button then backed into me, her ass rubbing against my jeans. She could feel how erect I was so I made my move and dipped my hand inside the waistband of her elastic shorts. I began fingering her as she ground next to me and I could feel her panties were already wet. As the elevator began moving, I felt spurts start coming out of her and could see and hear it go down her legs. The situation was so risque and thrilling that in less-than-a-minute it took the slow elevator to go one floor, we both came, now a sizeable wet spot on my jeans from that and her shorts. A puddle was clearly in the middle of the elevator. Fortunately, no one was outside the elevator when we stepped out, and we snuck into her classroom. She locked the door and took off her shorts, showing her wet blue full-cut panties. She hoisted herself up and sat above one of her lab sinks and let go, letting me see her pee through her panties. She beckoned me over and when she finished peeing she started taking off my jeans and boxers. I was aroused again already, and I turned her around, bent her over her lab tables, and we had sex right there in her classroom, me pushing her wet panties aside. I knew I wouldn’t last long in this situation so I fingered her clitoris again too to make sure she came quickly. We both dragged each other across the finish line again in her room, both trying to be quiet in case anyone was in the halls. After we were finished, we put on our wet clothes and sat in silence for a bit, satisfied, before we spent the rest of the morning setting up her room. By the time I had to go to my classroom to finish setting up mine, our clothes were dry enough to sneak off. But that interaction sealed the deal on Mia and I, with us hooking up on occasion. Both Mia and Emma weren’t seeking relationships and seemed readily willing to share me as an easy hook-up partner, which I had no complaints about. But it would be a while before there was another accident from either of them. In fact, the next accident I saw was from a coworker I wasn’t that close with, Ms. Kelly. The dark-haired math teacher was wearing a white top and cream colored pants. The pants were interesting, common among teachers, because they were relatively loose and comfortable but didn’t look like sweatpants. They seemed to be tied together with a bow or thread of some kind instead of a belt. Even though they were relatively loose, though, the fabric was thin and I could see the outline of Ms. Kelly’s thong clearly. I wondered how many students checked her out… I noticed her outfit during the day, but I didn’t think anything of it until the end. Ms. Kelly worked overload, which meant she taught more classes and didn’t have as many free periods as the rest of us (though she got paid more for the extra work). Her only break was actually in the morning, lunch aside. This particular day had a staff meeting after, the bane of teachers’ existence, so given her schedule it didn’t surprise me that as I stepped out of my classroom I saw her walk past me going, “Hi, good to see you, gotta run - gotta pee before the meeting.” She speed-walked past me, and I checked her out as she walked down the hall - her thong clearly visible and her ass jiggling in the thin pants. I thought they seemed a bit tense as well… I enjoyed the sight but got back to business as I locked up my classroom and headed to the stairs. Much to my surprise, though, when I got there I bumped into Ms. Kelly again. She was rushing past me to the stairs. “Excuse me, sorry! Let me get past you, the janitor’s cleaning the bathroom, I gotta use the upstairs one.” I was more than happy to let her go ahead of me. I walked up the stairs and picked up the pace so I could, frankly, stare at her ass. As she went up the stairs, I could already see a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch, though one wouldn’t be able to see directly from behind or in front. I could only see since I was looking straight up. As we went up the second set of stairs, though, I saw the spot expand and glisten. In fact, I saw her ass clench as she stopped the spurt, but I was shocked to see a bump suddenly appear, accentuated by the steps she took on the stairs. Whenever she was mid-stride, I could see it, and I realized what it was - she was turtleheading and a turd was lodged in her cheeks, pushing aside her thong. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Given her thong, if that fully came out or was cut off, it would fall right down her pants legs… As we got to the top of the stairs, I could see it had grown and now the bulge was fully visible even when her legs were together. I could see the outline of the thong pushed to the left and the knobbly head of her load, with the wet spot big enough I could see it even when I was level with her, it going up her ass about two inches. Fortunately for her, the women’s bathroom was right next to the stairs and she barged in. I couldn’t believe what I saw but had to go to my meeting, so I kept moving. I saw Ms. Kelly walk in about 5 minutes late, but no one paid her any mind as she found a seat in the back. I didn’t get a chance to check her out again until after the meeting, where she slipped out as quickly and quietly as she could. I walked out soon after, and I was soon not far behind her as we both headed back to the stairwell. I could see she was still wearing her thong and I could see the faint outline of the wet spot, only a little damp now. I thought I could see a brownish stain the size of of a fist as well, but it was faint. That was the last I saw of that and Ms. Kelly and I didn’t talk much so I never saw anything else from her again. The next accident I saw was quite a while into that semester. Mia was the volleyball coach and it was towards the end of the season. This particular practice session, Mia had the girls working out rather than playing, and to encourage them she was working out with them. I had to stay late to finish grading, so I saw them after they had changed into athletic wear before going for a run. Mia was wearing a tank top and black leggings. As I saw the team leave the building, I could see Mia’s leggings rode up and had given her a massive cameltoe. I wondered if she was wearing any underwear underneath… Later, after I had finished my work and was heading out, I could see the team return from their run. Mia was leading the way, and as she got closer I could see her cameltoe still visible but now surrounded by a wet patch, the darker black visible in the bright sunlight. She opened the door and used it to block her body as she let in the students. She announced to them, “Alright, get changed and then you can head out, we’ll end practice early today so you can rest. See you tomorrow!” The girls on the team entered one by one. I hung back - Mia and I were friends, so I had reason to wait to talk and walk her out. When the last girls were in, Mia let the door close and as it swung away, I saw the spot had now grown to the size of a fist. She saw me looking and smirked. “I was so afraid of peeing my pants in front of my students. In front of you, though…” She moved over to the grass and immediately let go. I could see the glistening on her black leggings as wetness raced down her legs. I saw streams begin to fall directly to the ground as she peed in earnest, escaping from the large cameltoe. She winked at me as she saw I was enjoying the show. When she was done, her black leggings were wet front and back top to bottom. She gingerly stepped out of the grass, gave me a kiss on the cheek, then headed to her car and I was left to head home and take care of my own business. The last story I have was from the second semester of that year. After that year, I got a job at a different school so I was no longer hanging out with Mia and Emma all the time, but the last time I saw them have an accident was a memorable one. It was a Friday and Mia was planning to come by after school to hang out. We were going to, just the three of us, make dinner and have drinks at home. Emma had picked Mia up in the morning, so Mia could get a ride with us back home and we didn’t need two separate cars. After work, Emma and I joined Mia in her room. Mia took the longest in cleaning up since there was equipment and other unique challenges to running a science classroom. Emma was wearing a green blouse and khaki pants - like most of her pants combined with her underwear choice and body shape, I could easily see the outline of her panties and had to stop myself from looking. Mia was wearing tight black jeans (which was allowed on Fridays) and a school sweater. Emma and I stood by the door as we waited for Mia to finish cleaning up. Emma was tapping her foot, unsurprisingly. After a minute, she said, “Let’s hurry up Mia I gotta poop.” Mia laughed. “Oh we’re finally comfortable enough to admit when we have to poop huh? No worries, I’m almost done.” True to her word, a couple minutes later and we were headed into Emma’s car. Emma groaned and bent over, clutching her stomach. “Mia… Can you drive?” “Sure.” I sat in the back as Emma sat in the passenger seat. Emma was jiggling her legs and even grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs a couple times. I also could smell the occasional fart, though no one acknowledged it. We all knew the culprit. Halfway there, Mia piped up. “You know, I didn’t get a chance to go today either.” I perked up. “Oh?” “Yeah, today was super busy. Kids were asking me for help on missing assignments during all my free time.” Emma bent over in her seat a little. “Not helping…” A silence fell for a few minutes as Mia kept driving. That silence was broken, though, by a more audible fart than before. Emma’s ears burned red. Mia said, “Oh, that’s how you feel?” Then Mia lifted her butt and let out her own fart and started laughing hysterically. That made Emma a little less stressed. She still had her hands in her crotch and was bent over in her seat, though. By the time we got home, Emma couldn’t sit still. She was rocking back and forth, wiggling her legs, and switching which leg was crossed over. Before Mia even put the car in park, Emma swung the door open. I grabbed Emma’s bag so she could head straight to the door and I saw she already had a wet spot appearing on her khaki pants, which hid nothing. As she opened the apartment front door, too, I saw a bulge begin to appear. I followed her to the door and held it open for Mia, who didn’t have a key. By the time Mia got in and I got through the next set of doors, Emma was halfway up the stairs. I raced up the stairs so I wouldn’t miss the show and saw the wet spot was now halfway down her thighs and the bulge was the size of a clementine, clearly visible within her visible pantylines. By the time Emma unlocked our apartment door, it was clear it was too late. She stepped inside the apartment and just finished peeing on our hardwood floor, the darkened wetness racing down her legs. An audible crackling was heard as she finished messing herself and the bulge grew significantly. Mia and I waited for her to finish as she was blocking the door. We watched as Emma finished with her accident. She turned around, red-faced with embarrassment, before backing away from the door so we could enter. Mia locked the door behind us and Emma turned to rush to the bathroom. “Not so fast!” Mia shouted. Emma froze and turned around. Mia pointed to me. “You can’t clean up until he’s taken care of.” I was surprised and a little uncomfortable at Mia ordering Emma to “take care” of me, but my arousal was visible for both to see and Emma’s facial expression showed she was actually interested in the idea. Emma sat me down on a couch and took off her shirt and bra first before taking off her pants, showing off white panties now stained yellow in the front and with a sizeable bulge and brown stain in the back. She took off my pants, teasing me for a bit before she pulled her panties aside and rode me in that chair, her ass facing me. Mia sat on a sofa chair and watched, interested, her hand in her now unzipped jeans. The feeling of Emma’s wet panties and crotch on me and her bulge was beyond anything I had experienced before and very quickly I warned Emma I was going to cum. She got off my dick and put it in her mouth as I came. After a momentary pause, Emma went to get cleaned up and changed and I sat on the couch by Mia, who was extremely turned on by the whole event. She made out with me on the couch until Emma came back. When Emma got back, though, Mia quickly jumped off the couch and made for the bathroom. Emma stopped her. “I didn’t clean up until I took care of him. You’ve excited him again and now are gonna leave him? You don’t get to go until you take care of him.” I was bemused at the both of them talking about me like an inanimate thing but I didn’t object to their game. Mia nodded in agreement and turned back to me. She took off my pants and took off her pants and shirt, too, showing off a white thong and matching bra. She unhooked her bra and placed my face in her breasts for a moment before getting down on her knees and blowing me. Despite having cum earlier, I was already extremely horny. Soon, Mia escalated to riding me as well, laying me down on the couch and being on top. I could see Emma was fingering herself, their roles swapped. I tried to hold on as I felt the first spurt escape Mia. Mia moaned, then whispered in my ear, “I haven’t gone since 7 AM. I’ve been holding it all day…” Those words sent me over the edge and as I came, Mia let go and peed all over. Her thong was soaked as she finally got off me and she winked at me. “You’re cleaning this up.” I had no complaints after what I experienced. Mia went to change and soon the rest of the evening went on like we were just friends who hadn’t just engaged in lewd activities. Emma had planned to cook, and she did just that and we ate dinner and talked before breaking out some beers. As we got drunker, Mia got up to make an announcement. “I have a proposal.” Emma and I raised our beers. “Let’s hear it.” “We should… have a holding contest. I held it all day. I’m confident in my chances.” Emma retorted, “I never go during the day, I can definitely beat you. Especially now that I don’t have to go.” I had to step in. “Ladies… You have BOTH gone since we got home. If we started now, it would not be a fair competition. I say we see how long we can go tomorrow from the moment we wake up.” Emma nodded. “That’s fair.” Mia thought about it. “Hmm… I usually wake up having to go, though.” Emma said, “Same, so it’s equal.” I added, “I usually do, too. That’s why it’ll be a fair competition.” Mia agreed to it, finally. With that planned out, we went back to talking about other things, like Mia’s hatred for her family, our favorite and least favorite students, Emma’s hometown, MY hometown, etc. We got so drunk that Emma and Mia invited me to Emma’s bed, but we didn’t do anything except cuddle due to our inebriation. I woke up with not too bad a hangover. It took me a moment to realize I was between Emma and Mia. Both were in just their underwear - Mia in a pair of Emma’s blue boyshorts and Emma in plain white cotton panties. I got out of bed, just in my boxer briefs. As I stood up, Mia pulled on my underwear to get my attention. I turned around and she sleepily said, “Remember, no bathrooms.” I chuckled, enjoying the continuation of the bit and glad it wasn’t just a drunken empty promise. I went to go make coffee and breakfast - eggs and toast - while Emma and Mia were still in bed. As I was finishing, both ladies came out of the bedroom and joined me in the kitchen, Emma yawning while Mia rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Both were still just in their underwear. I laid out the breakfast in front of them. Mia hungrily drank her coffee first, needing to wake up. Emma joked, “Careful now… that’s not going to help our competition.” Mia replied, “I’d rather lose the competition than not go without coffee. Besides, you drink coffee every day too.” Emma sipped hers more daintily. “Sure. But you chugged yours.” I was in Emma’s camp. Whenever I drank coffee, a timer began before the inevitable. I sipped it alongside my eggs and toast. Regardless, by the time we were all done with breakfast, all of us had finished our coffees as well. All three of us sat on the couch as I turned on the TV, but we weren’t really paying attention to it. Each woman was on either side of me and I put my arms around them and they both laid their heads against me, which was nice. Even though we weren’t dating, it was nice to have such a physical relationship with both in addition to the friendship since I had moved from another part of the country and had no connections here. However, the cuddling was constantly interrupted by one of us shifting positions. I was jiggling my legs while Emma kept changing which leg was crossed over. Mia had her hands in her crotch with her legs to her side on the couch. I asked, “So, on a scale of 1-10, how badly do y’all need to go?” Mia answered first. “Definitely like an 8. I usually pee first thing in the morning. I think the coffee’s waking up my intestines, too…” Emma nodded. “8 sounds right. What about you?” I definitely felt a strong need to go. “Hmm… 8 sounds right. Maybe a 9, honestly.” Emma replied, “Maybe you’ll finally stop pervving on us and watching us have accidents and have one yourself!” Mia jumped in on the ribbing. “Yeah, it would be karma. In fact…” Mia began to tickle me. I was very ticklish and began squirming and falling out of the couch. Emma helped pin me down as Mia tickled me but instead of peeing, what escaped from me was a fart. They paused for a second before Emma and Mia started laughing, rolling on the floor. I heard a gasp though and looked up to see Mia thrusting her hands into the blue boyshorts she was wearing. She removed her hands slowly to reveal a wet spot as wide as two fingers right where a faint cameltoe was visible. Emma started laughing again and I said, “Now THAT’s karma.” Mia playingly punched me and grabbed a seat beside me. Emma was feeling confident now that both Mia and I had begun to embarrass ourselves. She declared, “We should up the challenge. Let’s do some stretches or warmups or something.” Mia laughed. “You sure? You never do anything athletic, that’s my expertise.” Emma said, “Perfect, you can lead us.” Mia agreed to the challenge. “Okay. Follow my lead.” Mia had us stretch first, which was easy enough until she had us try to touch our toes. I intentionally didn’t try very hard, knowing I’d easily lose it if I did. Emma, however, took it seriously and I heard a clear fart from my right. Mia laughed. “You sure you want me to keep going?” Emma said, “I got this. You’re the one with the wet spot.” Mia took that as a challenge and moved us to a quick warmup. After some chest expansions, she had us do half jacks. That was torture, feeling my bladder bounce as I spread my legs and jumped. I felt a wet spot blossom on my boxer briefs and expand as we tried to do 20. When we finished, Emma looked over and smirked at me. I glanced down and saw her briefs were clean. Mia, on the other hand, had her wet spot grow significantly, now covering her whole cameltoe and more, large enough to reach her legs. Emma said, “I think I’m winning this. By some arguments, you both lost already.” Mia and I looked at each other and silently agreed to take Emma down a notch. We tackled her to the couch and in her surprise, I saw a clear wet spot appear on Emma’s white panties, the spot very yellow and followed soon by an initial bulge as Emma farted and the head of her load pushed out. Emma squirmed to get out but we held her down, laughing. Emma’s squirming didn’t help her as she let out another spurt. Finally, we let her up. Emma jumped out of the couch. “Well, that’s not fair!” I countered, “You two tickled me earlier.” Emma said, “So Mia’s the only one we haven’t singled out?” I shrugged and Mia started to back away. Emma and I grabbed her arms, looking to pin her down and Emma wanted to try to tickle her, but Mia was stronger than both of us and escaped our grip. She raced to the stairs, but the effort of escaping us and running was too much and she bent down and froze. A bulge began to form in the seat of her pants and rivulets soon followed, as the loss of bowel control led to her bladder letting go as well. Streams raced down her legs and formed a puddle on the hardwood floor as her blue boyshorts expanded to make room. There was a faint staining but the load was solid and didn’t smell too bad. Emma triumphantly declared, “You lose!” Mia turned around and pointed to me. “You better avenge me, Emma’s too cocky.” I said, “No promises, after coffee pooping is always inevitable…” Emma said, “No you’re right, I feel bad. I owe you something.” Much to my surprise, the usually mild Emma was on a bold tear today, and she then went up behind Mia and reached down to her panties. She began to lightly finger her over her panties first, warming her up. Mia reacted in surprise at first but melted under Emma’s hand. Emma said, “Come here and help me.” I came over and Emma directed me to Mia’s perk nipples. I played with them as Emma played with Mia’s clit and Emma escalated to slipping her hands in Mia’s wet panties. With both of us, it didn’t take long before Mia’s moans of pleasure escalated and she came. My obvious erection helped me hold my pee but I saw as Emma stepped away from Mia her wet spot had grown. Emma, though, had a plan. Mia sank to her knees, spent but looking to sit down in a way that wouldn’t make a bigger mess, and watched Emma as she came up to me. She came up behind me and began massaging my shoulders. I was surprised at this move but accepted it as she moved down my back. She was an excellent masseuse and I felt myself melt, but I realized too late why she had me relax. I felt myself open up and mess my boxer briefs and was too late to stop it. Mia looked torn between staring in interest and laughing at Emma’s plan while Emma could actually feel my bulge form as she was right behind me. Emma then led me to a dining room chair, a hard wooden one, and had me sit down. I didn’t know how I felt about the mess spreading and being squished by the act of sitting, but Emma pulled my dick out of my boxer briefs and moved her panties aside and put me inside her. She sat directly on me, facing me, and I instinctively held her in place so she wouldn’t fall off me or the seat. I put my hands on her ass and the position and my hands essentially spread her cheeks apart. As she began riding me, I felt a bulge begin to form in her panties and I could also feel spurts of urine as she pissed on me as well. This didn’t take long to make me cum, Emma cumming as well. After collapsing in my arms, Emma finally stepped off and stood in front of me, her panties now fully soaked and with a full load in the back. After a couple more moments, I stood up, fortunate that my boxer briefs were tight enough to hold in my load. The lack of an erection meant, though, that I inadvertently fully pissed myself after I stood up. Finally, we were all empty and we headed to the shower to clean up and enjoy our free Saturday further.
  6. Wanted to finish off some stories so here's a final part: The next few days were pretty straightforward, with negotiations necessary but a bore. It generally went smoothly though and we navigated the sale well. Jessica was extremely competent in the meetings and I was so focused on the work I didn’t think about her peculiarities, which she kept hidden given the new people we had to impress. Our last full day in Fort Worth, though, Jessica invited me out to drinks to celebrate a job well done. So at 8 PM, we met each other at the lobby of the hotel. I got downstairs wearing a white button-up tucked into black dress pants. Jessica kept it understated, too, but she looked stunning in a black spaghetti strap dress that hugged her figure and came down halfway down her thighs. It was a bit more revealing than I expected, though it straddled the line between a “professional at a social event” and “sorority sister out to party” well. She smiled at me and took my arm. “Looking good. Just you and me, out on the town.” I thought that was rather flirtatious but I was more than happy to walk out looking like a couple and we headed to our first stop, a jazz lounge downtown (I noted with some irony it was named Scat). We grabbed a table and ordered drinks. The seat was a semicircle couch around a round table, and Jessica chose to sit right next to me despite the room. We definitely looked like a couple. We made small talk over our first drink, discussing adjusting to work and congratulating each other on our successful deal. As a new jazz band took over and we got our second round of drinks, though, things got more interesting. She crossed her legs in her dress. “I gotta pee,” she announced freely. I cocked my eyebrow. “I’m surprised you don’t just let go… You seem to prefer that.” She smiled faintly at me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, to be honest, when I’m working it’s just a distraction and I’d prefer to power through it. I hate when we’re in meetings with strangers or in public places like this, I can’t just do it. People seem to frown upon it.” I nodded. “It is weird we tend to hide a basic bodily function. But I get it, too. It makes a mess for someone to clean up, you know.” She thought for a moment. “True. But I know you won’t judge.” “Definitely not.” After that drink, Jessica suggested we go somewhere livelier. I agreed, and we headed out - without stopping for a bathroom, I noticed. The nightclub was a 5 minute walk away and we got in easily. The club was 1980s themed and Jessica led me to the bar to grab another drink while we watched the dance floor fill up. We chatted about our upbringing and home life as we finished our drinks. We were both single, we both had families we barely stayed in touch with because we didn’t like them all that much, and we both moved far, far away from our family, childhood friends, and even college friends for work. So Jessica hadn’t made a lot of friends in Omaha and of course as a new arrival neither had I. She didn’t have time for the dating life and I hadn’t even thought about it yet until now. As we talked, too, her stance relaxed and she sat with her legs slightly apart. Facing me, I noticed the flash of matching black panties. After we finished our drinks, she led me on the dance floor, which was now pretty crowded. I was a pretty terrible dancer but went along with Jessica, who alternated from rather sexual dances to re-enacting movies like Pulp Fiction and Grease. She was clearly a much better dancer than me, but after a little bit it was also clear she was incorporating a bit of a potty dance. She would cross her legs for a moment, or tap her feet back and forth. I had to shout in her ear to be heard, “Do you have to go?” She nodded. A few seconds later, she kept her legs planted apart on the dance floor and kept her arms and upper body moving so she would look like she was dancing, but I knew what was up. I looked down and saw a steady stream splash down from within her dress. She must have really totally let go because it was going straight down, not streaming down her legs much. No one but me noticed, but I couldn’t stop staring. She saw my reaction and smirked and by the time she was finished, I had more visible reason to be embarrassed than her. She proceeded to step away from her puddle and danced with me, choosing to grind her ass on me. Knowing she had wet underwear under her black dress as I felt her ass on me was too much and she felt me twitching as I came right in my own black pants. She kept grinding for another few seconds before turning around and looking down, noting my own subtle but visible glistening wet patch. She put her arms around my shoulder and danced with me as she smiled faintly at me, us wordless as we enjoyed our shared secret. We danced for a little bit longer before we tired out and she suggested we go to another bar to unwind. We found a quieter spot and grabbed a table in the back, sipping on cocktails. At this point, I had gone several hours and several drinks without going, so I got up to go pee. Jessica pulled me down, though. “If I’m not going to bother with the bathroom, you aren’t, either.” I was both afraid and a little turned on at her bossing me around like that. But I suppose this wasn’t my city and who was to care if I embarrassed myself… I nodded. “That’s fair.” We drank and chatted some more, now me with the shaky legs as I felt the urge grow. However, Jessica had to go in a different way as well. She lifted her leg and let out a long fart, one that I could hear clearly sitting right next to her. I raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to stay? Should we head back?” She shook her head no. “You just want to go back to relieve yourself, don’t you?” I smiled at the game we were playing. “You’re right, you caught me. I really do have to go…” She nodded. “Well, I’m not leaving here until you’re just as wet as me. Now here, drink some water. You don’t want to get a hangover.” I followed her directions and began sipping on my water as we returned to our previous conversation, which was about our college days. Jessica was telling me about studying abroad in Tanzania, of all places. I told her I couldn’t afford a study abroad program, so she switched topics and she asked me about my college’s party scene. I was explaining it was a bar town, so not much in the way of clubs, but Jessica interrupted me with another fart - this one louder but shorter. I paused, but Jessica told me to continue. Jessica then dove into her own college party experiences, putting a heavy emphasis on all the times she would pee in an alley or behind a bar after a night out. It seems her habit of peeing whenever she wanted started in college and just escalated when she got into a career - her first manager was impressed she prioritized work over breaks and encouraged it. Eventually, Jessica had to go badly enough that she had difficulty getting her sentences out, interrupting herself with her own farts. I, too, had to pee badly enough that I was finding sitting still and listening more and more difficult. I was bouncing in place, but it was Jessica who let go first. She wasn’t really trying to hold it anyway, unlike me who was conditioned to wait for a bathroom when possible. She lifted her cheek and I could hear the crackling even over the bar music and could see the bulge form in her tight black dress. The smell started permeating our table but it wasn’t too strong. She said, “I think now’s the time to go… but first let me pay for the drinks.” I offered token protest but deferred since she got paid more than me. She got up to go pay and I saw a glimpse again of her black panties, the only evidence of her accidents the bulge in her dress that I could pretty easily see since it was so form fitting. I admired her ass while she bent over the bar to pay, the other patrons none the wiser. When she was done, I joined her in leaving as we strode out of the place and started making our way to the hotel. I was extremely desperate at this point and even stopped walking for a moment to cross my legs. She watched in amusement. “You know, you can just let go.” I started walking again. “I don’t know if my brain will let me. Although… I think… I’m going to lose it regardless.” As I said that, I felt a spurt escape, then another. I grabbed my crotch, feeling a little embarrassed and infantile as I did it, but Jessica watched with interest. I could feel the wetness soak through and wondered if she could see. I kept walking, but a few steps later another spurt escaped. Jessica came up to me and said in my ear, “I can see the glistening of you losing control…” Her in my ear, with her accident, telling me about mine caused quite the erection for me and that ironically helped me hold it. She smirked as she looked down and we kept walking, me hoping no one we walked passed noticed we were both sporting rather frowned upon bulges in very different ways. By the time we had got to the hotel, I had calmed down a little but that made holding it even harder, especially as I felt my wet pants against me. I managed to hold it until we got into the elevator, but then I felt it all escape me as I let go. Jessica could hear the hissing and see the urine race down my legs. She opened her legs wide and began peeing as well, her second time tonight. As we both peed, she came up to me and kissed me directly on the lips. We made out and peed all the way to our floor. When we stepped out of the elevator, we saw the puddle we left behind essentially made the whole elevator floor a puddle. She giggled at the sight and then dragged me to her room. Inside, I immediately lifted her dress over her and was greeted with a matching black lacy bra and black panties. Despite the black color, I could still see the wet patch. The bulge behind was impressive, too, which I could see in a mirror in the hotel room. She ripped my pants off, revealing my soaked boxers, before leading me to the bed. What followed was one of the most enjoyable nights of my life... Unfortunately, we were too successful at our business and both Jessica and I were soon promoted into different directions, and we didn't keep in touch. But I'll cherish the memory of my eccentric boss.
  7. Here's the winner of the NCAA XC race crossing the finish line, I feel like you can see her in the act of wetting herself but maybe I'm imagining it. Not sure it comes through in this clip that's presumably lower quality than the original, but noticed it in the original video. clip.mp4
  8. Right, not sure how the anatomy works. Here's the tweet: https://twitter.com/lil_livkay/status/1192100595060105216?s=20
  9. Yeah to echo @GSS..GS I first noticed back in 2019 a ton of Arkansas runners peed, a couple just as often as Jessica Hull. It seems every team has someone, especially in XC which makes sense given the distance, but it's rarer in track and somehow Arkansas and Hull both seem to pee regularly in track as well. And yes, congratulations in order to the individual winner of the NCAA women's 6K: It's interesting that the team champions, NC State, only had one visibly wet person. I wonder why some teams have more wettings than others, but I also wonder if there's protection out there. I know gymnasts say they regularly leak during the floor routine but it sounds like wearing pads is a norm in that sport. One college gymnast even tweeted about it. Honestly our interest aside it's just a great insight into how hard these athletes push themselves. Though speaking of our interest, P.S. @GSS..GS if you're able to, willing, and feeling generous, I'm sure we'd all appreciate a chance seeing that collection uploaded or shared... no pressure though. It's your collection. I don't even know if it's allowed here.
  10. If you follow cross country it's pretty obvious people pee during the race, which really isn't surprising given the physical exertion and length. You'll find evidence of it in a lot of D1 college teams' post-race photos, like this one of Portland in their regional championship this year, with 371, 364, and 368.
  11. I was working on a part 2 for this story at the same time as the other but it's been slower going, but here it is. Messing warning. We continued to hang out and hook up, though I didn’t witness any more accidents until the end of the school year. I of course enjoyed our arrangement but I was just grateful to be friends with her - we worked out as roommates, I had a place to stay, and she was a great mentor for my first year of teaching. My own career was going well and I was adjusting in large part thanks to her advice. But that’s not what this story’s about. So fast forwarding, the next accident I saw was the day after the school year ended for the kids. Of course us teachers have more days of work, so on this day we were finalizing our grades and cleaning our rooms. The nice thing about it being a work day without the students meant we could wear casual clothing. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but given the hot summer day, Emma was wearing a t-shirt and green shorts. I had finished clearing my classroom out since I had very little equipment as an English teacher, so for the second half of the day I just finalized grades on my laptop. Emma was cleaning out Mia’s room - Mia was a friend and science teacher who had to end her school year early, so Emma volunteered to close out her classroom. I worked in Mia’s room during the second half of the day while Emma cleaned - my presumption was then whenever Emma was done we could just leave immediately. Emma seemed a little surprised to see me and soon after I saw why. She was cataloguing all of Mia’s lab equipment as she stored it, making sure she didn’t lose any and knowing what the science department would have to request for next year. As she stood on her toes to reach the upper cupboards, I could see her butt clench and I wondered if she had to go already. Fortunately, today wasn’t a day with students so maybe she hadn’t planned her drinks and diet around holding it until we got home. An hour later, as she walked around me to put away some flasks, I saw a small wet spot on the crotch of her green shorts. I definitely glanced a few times, not quite as efficient at grading as I was before. I wondered if Emma noticed. About fifteen minutes later, I saw her storing some microscopes in a cabinet below. As she bent over to reach, I could see her repeatedly clench and unclench her butt, her panty lines clearly visible. When she turned around, I saw her wet spot was slightly larger. She then went to the other side of the room and reached up to take down some decorative lights. I gave up being subtle and turned to look. As she reached up, I saw a stream go down her left leg, clearly having spurted at the effort. As she got a grip on the lights and pulled them down, I also saw the smallest of bulges begin to appear. This was accompanied by a renewed stream. By the time she had let the lights down, you could just tell she was losing control of her bowels and the wet spot was visible from the front and back. However, she continued like nothing was happening and I pulled up my computer so she wouldn’t see me checking her out. By the time she got out the cleaning supplies to wipe down her desks, the wet spot was the size of a dinner plate in the front and her legs glistened, sometimes the stream renewing. She especially let out spurts when she bent over to scrub a particularly dirty part of the desk, usually some leftover pencil scribbles from students. She eventually arrived at the desk closest to me and turned around so her butt faced me. She bent over a little to scrub out some drawing a student left behind and I watched as if under a spell as her now golf ball sized bulge grew slowly, accompanied by more urine rolling down her legs. She left small puddles all over the floor, but I guess she wasn’t focused on cleaning the floor yet. She moved to the whiteboard, the bulge now the size of an orange. As she sprayed and wiped down the whiteboard, I saw the bulge keep growing. I couldn’t believe the load she had been holding back. By the time she was done, it was definitely larger than an orange and pushed her green shorts back, with the lower half of her shorts soaked. She finally turned to me, her face a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment. I think she was curious about the effect her slow loss of control had on me, and her answer was quickly visible to her. She smirked at the sight of my crotch and walked over to me. I set aside my laptop, all thoughts of getting work done gone. She unzipped and unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the ground, revealing grey full cut panties. They had a darkened wet patch halfway up. She went to lock the door, revealing a sizeable load and a wet spot halfway up her ass, the bulge large enough to pull her underwear away from her legs. I could see in the side profile a hint of her mess due to the gap. She locked the door and came back, wordlessly unzipping my pants. She then unzipped her own shorts and took them off, revealing her grey full cut panties with the dark wet stain halfway up the front. She got on her knees and I could see over her back and the bulge clearly in the seat of her panties, with the wetness on her backside also about halfway up. The sight was too much for me and it took probably less than a minute before I came in her mouth. We were still for a moment, me taking in the sights and smells of her accidents, before she finally got up and slipped her shorts back on. I admired her ass with its clear bulge as she went to the door and peeked her head out to see if the coast was clear. I walked up to her and pulled her back from the door, pressing her load against my crotch. She didn’t resist and I locked the door before slipping my hand in her shorts and fingering her until she came. She did her best to cum quietly as I felt another spurt in my fingers, the wet fabric and the bulge pressing against me causing me to cum again, this time in my pants. Eventually, we finally did pack up and made our escape, Emma waiting until we got home to clean up her mess. That was the last time in several months I would see her have an accident, and we did spend summer hanging out and occasionally hooking up, but especially since there was no work to keep her away from the bathroom, I didn’t witness any accidents or real desperation. Her science teacher friend Mia, however, did spend the summer hanging out with us as well, as she and Emma were best of friends. Mia was a fit blonde who also coached our girls’ volleyball team. While Emma came across a bit mousy and was an intellectually oriented person - a nerd, the kids might say - Mia’s background in education was more athletic. She ran every day and kept in great shape. I even once heard a student said they saw her legs once and were scared of her because of how toned they were. I didn’t witness any accidents from Mia that summer, either, but I wondered if Emma talked to her at all about my predilection. That’s because Mia would regularly announce loudly when she needed to pee, or would bounce back and forth while she waited right in front of me. I sometimes felt she was looking to see if I was staring as she crossed her legs on the way to the bathroom… Occasionally, she would announce she would need to pee but wouldn’t go for another half hour as she bounced her legs and even potty danced in front of me. I admit I did often stare and I think she noticed, as well. I would have to wait until the next school year to witness the first accident from Mia, though.
  12. Managed time for a part 2. There is a messing section. The morning of our trip, I waited in the lobby of our office building for Jessica to meet me. We had a cab reserved but Jessica was late. As I was stowing my luggage in the trunk of the cab, Jessica came hurriedly downstairs with her luggage. “Sorry, Skype meeting went late.” I reassured her it was no worries and helped her pack her stuff. She was wearing a light brown shirt and cream colored pants. We sat in the back next to each other and the cab took off for the airport. Jessica was quiet in the cab, her left leg bouncing up and down rapidly. She stared out the window, not engaging me in work conversation for once. About halfway into the ride, she swung her right leg over her left leg and crossed them tightly, still bouncing them up and down. Her hands were clasped over her crotch, and I wondered if she was thinking about holding her crotch. We got to the airport with no incident, though. We grabbed our luggage and made our way through the process. Being a wealthy, prestigious company had its benefits as we could skip the line and immediately check in our baggage and pass the TSA pre-check. However, we still had to go through the absurd full body scanner like everyone else. Since we got to skip much of the process, we didn’t have to wait long, but in that time Jessica was tapping her feet furiously as we stood before the scanner, our carry-ons already through the x-ray machine. I went in first, standing with my hands above my head, and I saw Jessica quickly grabbed her crotch for a second as she waited for me to finish. I stepped out and grabbed my luggage as I looked back. I saw Jessica wince as she put her hands above her head, her shirt threatening to untuck. As she stepped out, I saw the tiniest hint of a wet spot below her zipper the size of a coin. I pretended I saw nothing and we speed-walked to our gate, knowing we almost certainly had no extra time. We got to the gate right as they announced our boarding group, which thanks to our company was right behind the military passengers. Without even a chance to take stock of the situation (or find a bathroom if there was one nearby), we hurried in, grabbing our first class seats. I never did understood why the privileged were seated first. Logistically, it makes sense to seat the back of the plane first so no one was blocking the aisle. Personally, I thought it would be more luxurious to have to postpone being stuck inside an airplane the longest. However, Jessica seemed to take getting seated first for granted and didn’t even consider that we could have boarded with everyone else and given herself time to use a bathroom. I stowed away her carry-on for her and sat down. She took the window seat and our seats were a little apart, since we had actual room in first class. However, I had a plain view of her desperation as she buckled her seatbelt, her legs immediately crossing and her hands covering her crotch. One of her feet tapped the ground impatiently and I wondered if anyone else boarding was watching her shake and tremble in desperation. She lifted her hands to play with the screen to distract herself and I saw the spot had grown a little. I tried to keep my head pointed forward but was mesmerized as I side eyed her. She was glued to her screen, checking out the in-flight options, but I saw as she scrolled through menus the wet spot glistened and grew. I felt like someone boarding had to notice, but no one said anything. Eventually, she moved away from the screen as the plane closed its doors and prepared for takeoff. During the safety briefing as we were taxiing, she openly held her crotch with her hands, the spot now large enough I could see it even with her hands there. Soon enough, our plane was ready to take off. We began accelerating on the runway and I wondered how the acceleration would affect Jessica’s bladder. I didn’t have to wonder long. As I glanced over, I saw her remove her hands from her crotch and saw the wet spot glisten and grow consistently. I thought I might have heard a hissing noise but it was hard to tell with the sound of takeoff. By the time we were in the air, the glistening stopped as Jessica seemed to have emptied her bladder. The wetness was clearly down her thighs and I imagine her rear end and her seat were soaked. After we reached a cruising altitude, she pulled out the blanket that we got by being first class. She unbuckled her seat belt and gingerly raised herself out of her seat. I saw her ass was soaked and I felt like I could see through them just a little to note white full cut panties. Her seat, too, had a clear dark patch. Jessica padded the seat with the blanket and sat on top of it. After she re-buckled her seat she glanced over and saw me staring. I blushed, knowing she knew I watched her the whole time, but she seemed unbothered. She explained, “Instead of holding it I might as well let go now. It should dry by the time we get to our meeting.” I nodded, not wanting to let on my fascination with her accident. The rest of our flight was uneventful, with us focused on our respective entertainment systems to pass the time. After we landed, I could tell Jessica’s prediction was correct - I saw no evidence of her accident from the front. When I followed her out of the plane, I could see just the faintest outline of a stain, but not something anyone would notice unless they knew what to look for. I could smell the faintest scent of urine, but I doubt those we were meeting would really notice. Once out of the airport, this was an important enough meeting we were greeted by a private driver sent by Vanguard, a hedge fund group interested in buying a significant segment of our stocks in American Airlines. American Airlines was headquartered in Fort Worth and Vanguard was also opening an office there, facilitating conversations. The trip and meeting itself was unremarkable, with the focus being just pleasantries and introductions. Throughout, Jessica made no hint of self consciousness or embarrassment and was her usual confident, efficient self. I couldn’t help but keep glancing at her butt to see the faintest trace of the wet spot and I thought I could smell urine once or twice, but I knew no one at the meeting, since they weren’t looking for it, would notice. After, one of the key negotiators from American Airlines took us out to a nice steak dinner - Texas was famous for its beef and steak, after all. I stayed quiet, letting Jessica do most of the small talk. It was, frankly, boring, as rich people have very irrelevant hobbies and interests, in my opinion. But I put on a brave space and chimed in when I could to be friendly. This was all, of course, to help grease the wheels of the sale, not because good manners or being a nice host was really the motivation. The dinner was nice enough, though, and after, the private driver took us to our hotel, the Omni Fort Worth downtown. It wasn’t spectacularly nice for how rich the people we were dealing with were, but it was nicer than any place I stayed at growing up. On the ride over, I noticed Jessica grimacing a few times. I wondered if she had to go again - she didn’t show any signs of discomfort at the meeting. She winced hard when we got close and crossed her legs, arms around her stomach. I pretended not to notice but had to wonder if she had to pee again or maybe she had to poop. Certainly, we had no breaks since before her morning meeting and she had only peed once - on the plane, in her seat. I’m sure a steak dinner didn’t help her uncomfortable stomach. We got out and the driver insisted on helping carry the luggage, and Jessica didn’t protest too much. A hotel employee readied the luggage to be taken to our respective rooms as we checked in. I stood behind as Jessica talked to the counter and from behind I could see her butt tightly clenched in her tight, cream colored dress pants. She crossed her legs then uncrossed it when the employee handed her the room keys. The employee, now knowing our two rooms, went ahead to deliver them while the front desk staff person explained the hotel policies and procedures regarding wifi and breakfast. I went up to grab my room’s key from Jessica and as I got closer I could see the smallest hint of a bulge… she was definitely turtleheading and more. Her face gave away no hint of discomfort as she tried to nod along with the front desk employee, though, and she passed me my key. After another minute, the conversation was finally over and Jessica and I headed to the elevator. I wonder if front desk employee noticed anything. Jessica had one of the top suites of the hotel on the top floor while I had a normal room on the same floor. As we got in the elevator, Jessica turned around to press the button to the top and I could see the bulge was now the size of a golf ball. As she stood waiting for the door to close, I saw it grow slightly again. The door finally closed and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and her shoulders lowered a bit as she relaxed. I watched in fascination as she gave up holding it and fully messed herself in front of me, the bulge growing slowly into the size of an orange before expanding her pants back even more. With a quiet fart, she finally stopped pooping when we got to the top floor. It swayed a little in her seat as we stepped out of the elevator. Something about knowing she was holding that in, the earlier accident, her desperation… all of it combined awakened something inside of me and I couldn’t stop staring at the bulge. However, that meant I was still looking down when she turned to me. “It’s such a relief to get that over with. I was holding that in forever.” I jerked my eyes to eye level but it was too late. She cocked her eyebrow quizzically before noticing my own suspicious bulge. She smirked. “Well, glad I could bring joy to your life. Meet you downstairs tomorrow at 8 AM.” My ears burned red in embarrassment as she spoke the taboo out loud. I said my goodbyes and hurried to my room to take care of my own problem in private.
  13. This is the other idea for @ed2 about a work carpool with someone who refuses to use the bathroom at work. I moved halfway across the country to take on a job as a teacher. I was coming from a toxic family situation, with abusive parents that I was stuck living with despite having a college degree. To get away, I applied blindly to jobs across the country and got hired as an English teacher at a school 10 hours away and several states over from where I was raised. It was perfect for me, and the school was a high poverty school unable to keep its teachers so they were willing to look past the degree mismatch and get me a temporary license. They even promised to help pay for me to get the correct license so I could become a permanent teacher. The only problem with moving halfway across the country with no possessions to your name is not having a clue how to navigate the new city. The public transportation wasn’t great and I didn’t have a car. I showed up to the first day of training while still living out of an AirBNB. I got lucky again, then, that a coworker took pity on me and allowed me to rent the second bedroom in her apartment, which was currently vacant. She was also an English teacher, named Emma. Emma was a quiet, soft-spoken brunette who seemed to keep to herself but had respect from the other teachers. She herself had been teaching for only a few years and was of a similar age to me, in our mid-20’s. The fact that her old roommate had moved out of their two bedroom apartment and she was kind enough to let me move in after knowing me for two whole days AND drive me to and from work was nothing short of a blessing. Fast forward a couple weeks, and I had met my first students and gotten classes settled down to a rhythm. I was naturally pretty good at getting along with students, especially since with my experiences I could understand some of the more troubled kids. It was a bit of a culture shock to see how little down time there was in teaching - I had one free period that was not nearly enough to get lesson planning or grading done, and I barely had time to eat lunch or even use the bathroom. But I made do and was happy with how my first year of teaching was going. Emma and I were fast friends. I did start to notice that first month how when she drove me home the first thing she did after getting home was to use the bathroom. One day, I worked up the courage to joke about it after she got out of the bathroom. “Wow, I think you go to the bathroom right after we get home every day. Must be nice to have a bladder that works like clockwork.” She laughed, fortunately. “It’s not so much clockwork as it is that I never use the bathroom at school.” “Oh… Any particular reason why?” “There’s just never time, there’s always something I could be working on instead, and plus our school doesn’t have staff bathrooms and I just can’t pee around the students. I don’t know, something psychologically stops me.” “That’s fair. I can sympathize with the no time. It’s been eye opening how much work teaching is!” With that, we went back to talking about teaching and I didn’t bring up the bathroom conversation again for a while. About three weeks later there was an incident. Emma was the advisor to the Gay Straight Alliance, so on Thursdays, she stayed at school even later. I spent the time in my classroom getting work done - while I was interested in also supporting GSA, as a first year teacher I was just focused on getting my instructional work done and didn’t have time for clubs. So, an hour after the school day ended, I finally met with Emma in her classroom where she was packing. She was wearing a tucked in blue blouse and a form fitting pencil skirt, which showed off her curves in a way that her wardrobe rarely accentuated. She usually looked a bit mousy and frankly, like an English teacher trying not to attract any attention to her body, but I couldn’t help but check her out today. I also noticed she was fidgeting, her feet tapping and legs crossed when she was standing still by her desk, collecting work to bring home. She didn’t see me come in, her back to me, and she even froze for a second and bent over, her hands in her crotch. I could see the outline of her full cut panties from behind. I coughed lightly to announce my presence. She turned around, seemingly surprised. “Oh! Didn’t hear you come in.” “Just got here, how did GSA go?” “Good, they want to start a campaign to change the dress code to be more inclusive of non-binary and trans students.” “I’m definitely down. Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever enforced the dress code, I’m too busy trying to be a teacher.” “You and me both.” She grabbed her bags and walked out the room, me following. She lowered her voice. “I also have never had to pee this bad before.” I raised my eyebrows. “You gonna make it? You wanna stop? There’s no students anymore, the bathroom’s clear.” She shook her head. “I’ll make it, just a fifteen minute drive.” We got to her car. She bounced on her feet for a second in desperation. “Umm… Could you drive? I don’t think I can drive and hold it.” I nodded and we got in the car. She immediately crossed her legs tightly in her skirt, holding the seat belt away from her waist so it didn’t dig in. The drive home was relatively uneventful, but I had to work hard to concentrate as I could see Emma’s discomfort in my peripheral vision. She winced every time we braked as the contents of her bladder pressed forward. Her foot tapped the whole way as her legs stayed tightly crossed. She kept her eyes closed for the latter half of the drive, rocking back and forth a little. We finally got to her apartment and I parked on the street. Fortunately for her, there was parking directly in front of the apartment. She immediately got the door open when I had the car in park and swung her legs out of the car. As she got out I got a good look at her butt and could see a small wet patch - she must have leaked while in the car! I looked down and saw a damp splotch the size of a doorknob. Well, I thought, it was her car to clean up, not mine. As I got out and followed her to the door, I couldn’t help but be fascinated with the wet spot. I had spent my time with Emma studiously not trying to objectify her as both my roommate and coworker, especially since she had also essentially saved me from homelessness. However, the skirt accentuated curves that she didn’t usually show off and that plus the wet spot awoken something in me. I felt… attracted to her desperation. I did not want to deal with the ramifications of that thought and tried to push it down, but the feeling came roaring back when I saw a trickle at her ankles as it went below the skirt and saw a couple wet spots on the concrete as she got the front door open. I followed her up the stairs, little droplets every few steps, until we got to our apartment door on the second floor. She had the keys ready and immediately got the door open. She kicked off her heels, which seemed to have mostly escaped too much damage, and began speedwalking to the bathroom. It seemed with her shoes off and this close to relief she could no longer hold it as the wet spot on the back grew and expanded downward and I could see rivulets along her legs below the hem. A wet trail led from the front door to the bathroom and as she turned around to shut the door I could see a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on the front of her skirt, too. We locked eyes for a moment before the door got closed and I realized she could see I was aroused by the situation. Both our faces reddened with embarrassment and I hurried to my room to avoid acknowledging the situation. I later heard her flush and begin to do the laundry - we didn’t mention that incident again that night and the next few days continued our commuting and roommate routine pretending I hadn’t witnessed an accident and she hadn’t witnessed my attraction to her. The next incident I witnessed was a small one. There was a staff meeting just for first year teachers in order to ensure expectations were understood. Emma was clearly annoyed at the idea of waiting around (and I could imagine why) so I told her to head home and I could order a cab. She agreed to head home but insisted on coming back to pick me up to save me the money, which I did appreciate. When I was done with the meeting, I went out to the lot and saw Emma’s car. I waved her down and stepped in and was immediately greeted with the smell of urine. I looked down and saw nothing on Emma’s pants but then saw she was sitting on a blanket. I cocked an eyebrow at her. Emma noticed and admitted what happened. “Sorry, I didn’t make it home and peed driving home. I changed but all I could do for the car was throw down a towel. I’m sorry about the smell.” “Please, no worries. You’re doing me a favor for picking me up.” I secretly wished I had witnessed this accident, but nothing of note happened for two months. This particular day, Emma was wearing a blue blouse and tan khakis. She openly tapped her feet and bounced between leaning on her left leg vs. her right leg as she waited for me to pack up. As a first year teacher I was supremely disorganized and took longer than her to gather my stuff most days. This particular day though her desperate dancing was more frantic than usual. I didn’t think too much about it, though, as I followed her to her car. Clear pantylines showed she was wearing full cut panties. As she got in, I saw the khakis really showed a clear cameltoe as they rode up when she sat down. Despite her desperate state, she drove as she did most days and we exited the parking lot. When we stopped at stoplights, she tapped her left foot as her right foot remained on the brakes, but I didn’t notice anything too out of the ordinary for the first half of the trip. When we crossed a bridge to the side of town we lived in, though, I glanced down (likely to subconsciously admire that cameltoe) and saw a small wet spot aligning with her cameltoe. After that, I couldn’t stop glancing down. At the next red light, I saw her crotch glisten as the spot grew from the size of a quarter to half a dollar bill. As she accelerated away, it glistened again slightly. She remained silent, eyes on the road, but I wondered if she saw me staring. A couple blocks later, as she braked for a stop sign, I saw the wet spot grow to the size of a fist, now going halfway up her khakis’ zipper and beginning to creep down her thighs. A few minutes after that, we entered our neighborhood and I saw the wet spot was the size of a dinner plate. As we pulled closer to the apartment, her desperation must have skyrocketed due to the closeness and I heard a hissing as she totally lost control. I looked down and saw the spot growing and growing, going down to her knees and pooling at her crotch before disappearing into her seat. She still didn’t look at me or look down as she focused on the road like a responsible person. She parallel parked the car as her stream died down, her khakis soaked. As she put it in park, I realized two issues. One, now she definitely saw me staring, and two, I was in no position to get out of the car due to my obvious arousal. She was blushing bright red from embarrassment due to her accident but her expression turned to one that was more quizzical as she saw my staring and then looked down and saw… well. It was obvious, too, in my dress pants. She broke the awkward silence. “Um… You ready to get out of the car?” I had to confess. “Well, erm, about that.” She chuckled. “I can see your problem, so there’s no hiding it anyway.” It was my turn to be embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I just…” I trailed off, not able to come up with an excuse. She filled in the silence. “Are you attracted to me or to the fact I just wet myself?” I stammered, “Umm… I think, uh… both?” “Good enough for me. Honestly, it makes me feel better about this.” That gave me enough confidence to lean in for a kiss, which she reciprocated. Already more aroused than I had been in months, we made out with a passion before we relocated into the apartment to be more comfortable. We immediately threw ourselves onto the couch, her lying on top of me as we continued to make out. I could feel her wet pants get my pants wet and didn’t care as she grinded on my erection. The lack of previous action, validation of my fetish, and her grabbing my bulge through my pants as we made out was too much for me and I suddenly came in my pants, causing a wet spot to spread on my own crotch. She felt my orgasm and got up to admire the mess. “Well, looks like we both had accidents now.” I felt a little better about my early release and we continued to make out. I eventually undid her pants and revealed white full cut panties, fully soaked and discolored yellow. I fingered her to orgasm through her wet panties before she headed off to shower and change. After that, Emma and I decided not to date but would hook up on occasion. She initiated it, coming over to my room every other week or so. Despite the sexual turn, I didn’t witness an accident for the rest of the semester. I certainly was not complaining, though, and would often visualize her accident when we had sex. In February, it felt like we reached another milestone. On this particular cold day she was wearing light green khakis. Her coat was short so I had a full view of her ass as we walked to her car. Her butt seemed different… and then I realized that in addition to the pantylines of another pair of full cut panties, she was clearly clenching her ass tightly shut. I smirked a little, knowing she was desperate. She got in the driver’s seat though and acted like nothing was wrong, though she didn’t hold much conversation. I asked her how her day was and she gave terse one word answers, saying her day was good and the kids were fine. We got stopped at a particularly long red light and I saw Emma close her eyes in stress as a bead of sweat formed on her forehead. She leaned forward a little, perhaps from an upset stomach. Eventually, we took off as the light turned green, Emma a little harder on the throttle than usual. As we braked for the next turn, Emma involuntarily let out an airy fart. I pretended not to acknowledge it and we kept driving in silence, though Emma rolled down her window a little despite the cold outside. As we neared our apartment, she let out another fart and this one sounded messier. I thought I heard a little crackle at the end and an earthy smell permeated the car. She hurriedly parked the car and got out. I took my time so I could see her ass as she got out and saw just a hint of a bulge poking out. As she got out of the car and stood up, though, it expanded quickly to the size of maybe half a clementine before pausing again. I followed her up the steps, mesmerized by the small bulge as she walked, before seeing it expand yet again as she got the door open. I held it open and followed her up the steps. It grew slightly with each step and I saw a wet patch form too, smaller than a fist but unmistakable. By the time we arrived at the door, the bulge was the size of an orange and totally obvious. She unlocked the door and we walked in. She turned to glance at me and I saw her crotch had a fist sized wet spot as well. She was blushing bright red but I blushed as well as she looked down and saw I not only didn’t mind seeing her accident but enjoyed it as well. She gave a half smile, seemingly comforted a tad by that, but didn’t say a word as she went to the bathroom to clean up. We didn’t speak about that moment again for a long time.
  14. @ed2 had a couple ideas for me to write. I wanted to wait until I had more to post but with work being crazy busy I know I'd never get it done so I thought I'd post what I had now and add to it later. This is a story about an office worker who has a boss who prioritizes work over going to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was hired by Berkshire Hathaway, the tenth largest company by revenue in the entire world. No one has heard of it because it wasn’t producing anything in and of itself, but it was a conglomerate that managed household brands like GEICO, Duracell, Fruit of the Loom, and Dairy Queen. I wasn’t working for one of those companies - I was working for the company that owned them all. Frankly, if I wasn’t so focused on my personal career, I’d probably notice how dystopian it is that most brands are all owned by the same handful of companies. I had majored in finance in college, but never imagined myself working in the upper echelons of the industry. After college, I had worked my way from real estate to managing a small insurance company and even spent a stint on Wall Street while getting an MBA, but I was hired directly into a Mergers & Acquisitions team on the recommendation of an old business professor who knew Warren Buffett directly. Thank goodness he took a liking to me, as at the age of 30 I expected I would be the youngest by far on the team. I had interviewed with the HR team for the corporate HQ and met two others on the team, but I had not actually met the team lead; it was supposed to be a four person team. The two I met were typical, 40-50 year old white men you’d expect to find in American corporate finance (their names were Michael and Jerry) and were, frankly, a bore, discussing golf in their free time, but at least they were easy to impress and easy to schmooze to get the job. On my first day of work, dressed in my nicest suit and trying to appear less nervous than I was, I was proven wrong on the age front. On the fourteenth floor of the humble HQ building of Kiewit Plaza in downtown Omaha, I was directed by the receptionist to a corner office. The door said: “Jessica Graber”. She must be the lead for the mergers and acquisitions team I was on. I hesitated a moment then knocked on the door. A muffled “Come in” came through, so I opened the door. I expected someone in their fifties, experienced in the corporate sector and at the apex of their career, but I was instead greeted by a woman that had to be in her thirties at the latest, though I suspect she could pass as her twenties. I was shocked. Her straight blonde hair, unblemished skin, and fit looking body was all clear to see and made her long young despite the black blazer and no nonsense pencil skirt. She was standing at her desk, which could be raised or lowered for a standing or sitting height. She must have seen the surprise on my face. “Were you expecting an old fart? Come, sit down.” I was also surprised at how crass she already was - nothing unexpected in casual settings, but corporate world was known to be uptight. I walked up to her desk, shook her hand, and took a seat beside her desk. She lowered her desk (it was automated) and sat down as well. We exchanged pleasantries and she talked me through the work - they were currently working on selling their holdings on airline companies and looking to see what industry to break into instead with that sale - then she gave me a tour of the floor, introducing me to the two offices south of her corner office, reintroducing myself to Michael and Jerry. She then led me to my office, which was directly next to hers to the east. I got myself set up as we chatted more about work. The conversation made me feel less nervous - Jessica seemed knowledgeable and focused on the work, but not an old-school corporate type that demanded obedience and subservience at all times. She talked to him like an equal. After I had things set up, Jessica asked, “So… now that you’re good to go, any questions?” “Umm… You’ve covered most of them, I think. Well, I was wondering… How did you, uh, get to…” Jessica filled in the blanks. “How did I get the job? You surprised a woman got it?” There was an awkward silence then Jessica laughed. “Just busting your chops. I'm not offended by the question at all. It’s really simple. I worked my ass off. I don’t take breaks. I showed dedication.” I nodded. “I was asking because as someone young in the business, it’s just inspiring to see someone else young in management here.” Jessica smiled at the compliment. Nice save, I thought to myself. “Well, who knows, maybe you’ll have my job one day. Not before I get a different job, hopefully.” Suddenly, a loud fart ripped through the room. I stopped myself from jumping in surprise and realized it had to be Jessica. She must be so embarrassed! But no, she was still smiling at me from her joke, like it never happened. I chose not to react, then. “Definitely not taking anyone’s job. Thanks for showing me around, Jessica.” “Of course! Familiarize yourself with the materials on your computer - there’s some logistical things for you to work on before the end of day tomorrow, when we’ll have a team meeting at 4 PM. It should be on your calendar already.” I nodded and she got up to leave. As she walked out the room, I swore I heard a quieter, more subtle squeaky fart but again, no reaction. I could faintly smell it… but it wasn’t too overpowering. After a few seconds I chose to put it out of my mind and get to work. The next day was uneventful until the team meeting. First, we did a little team builder since I was new. However, when we moved into the agenda and started discussing business, I couldn’t help but notice Jessica’s legs shaking up and down in her grey dress pants. It seemed like she needed to pee but she showed no signs of discomfort on her face or her voice. Aside from some furious leg jiggling and fidgeting, there was no sign she was distracted from her work as we delved into our project, which was to discuss an industry to break into with the profits from our planned selling of our shares in United, Delta, Southwest, and American Airlines. If only the American people realized there wasn’t actually any free choice or competition, I thought momentarily. The first signs of her desperation breaking her was a fart that slipped out as we divided up industry sectors among us. I was surprised and glanced at the other two guys, but they made no reaction. As Jessica talked, she brazenly grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs, but Michael and Jerry studiously looked at her face as she kept talking. I couldn’t believe she was potty dancing as we were discussing a multibillion dollar transaction. I glanced at her legs - nothing. She uncrossed her legs and paused for a moment. “Excuse me, guys.” She pushed out another fart, this one a lot louder and a little more potent as I smelled a faint odor. She resumed our brainstorm of industries to break into. As I was watching her desperation and wondering what the hell was happening, I realized everyone was staring at ME. I was distracted and forgot to respond. “Um… Sorry, was just thinking of our current assets. We own DaVita, right? I think we should expand in health care - unless Bernie Sanders wins and gets Medicare for All, it’s always going to be a profitable industry.” Jessica nodded. “Do it. I’ll arrange the selling. I’m hearing noise about a new virus in China - we should sell before that spreads and tanks the stocks of airlines. And that’ll make health care even more profitable, frankly.” I sighed a breath of relief that no one noticed my lapse of concentration. After the meeting, Jessica left and I turned to Jerry and Michael. “Hey, uh… weird question. Does Jessica, like, uhh… I don’t know how to ask this…” Jerry chuckled. “I know what you’re gonna ask. Yeah she’s a weird one, she puts her job above everything. Including bathroom breaks. It happens, you’re gonna have to get used to it.” Michael nodded. “I’ve seen her pee her pants like it’s nothing before. Nothing gets in the way of the work for her.” “Fair enough. I won’t judge.” “Good, as long as you’re open minded about her quirks, she’s the best boss you can ask for in this industry. Most bosses are assholes. She’s nice and she’s competent.” We said our farewells and returned to our respective offices. Work was mundane for the rest of the week. However, at the end of the day on Monday the following week, Jessica came into my office to schedule a check-in. Apparently, she wanted to bring me along in negotiating selling the airline. However, all I could focus on was her clearly wet pants (tan dress pants). It wasn’t a small spot, but drenched from her crotch to the seams by her feet. She must have entirely wet herself. She must have noticed me staring because she looked down and then back at me. “Oh don’t worry about this. I was just trying to end my work day on time and decided not to bother with the bathroom. It happens.” I nodded, pretending it was normal when it was decidedly not, but we moved past that and scheduled our check-in for Wednesday morning after a breakfast meeting she had with a different company. 10 AM Wednesday rolls around and Jessica came hurriedly into my office. She was exactly on time but was still slightly apologetic for being on the run. “Sorry, meeting ran late and had to rush over.” I reassured her. “No worries, you’re not late. And besides, you’re the boss. Did the meeting go well?” “It did, but they wanted to talk and talk. I chugged so much coffee just passing the time… it’s going to run right through me.” I perked up at that but pretended not to. We proceeded to meet and discuss the logistics of a trip she had coming up to seal the deal about selling our airline stock. We would go to Fort Worth to meet with an equity group called Vanguard. They were opening a new HQ there and American Airlines, one of the airlines we were selling stock in, was also headquartered there. Partway through the meeting, though, it was clear Jessica was distracted. Her legs were bouncing as she sat and she had to pause a couple times as she explained the itinerary. I pretended not to notice but eventually she paused before I could hear a hiss and a trickle. I realized she was peeing! I couldn’t see her black slacks at first but she stood up. “Sorry, let me not get urine on your second chair here. The custodian can handle the floor.” When she stood up, I could see her crotch glistening as the wetness spread down. After a few seconds of peeing, she continued explaining the meeting schedule even as she peed. I had to admit I didn’t remember anything she said as I was hypnotized by her soaking her pants right in front of me. Eventually, the hissing stopped and the trail of wetness died down. I glanced down and saw a puddle on the hardwood a couple feet wide. She continued the rest of the meeting standing as to not get my guest chair wet, and I refocused on our job. The rest of the meeting went without a hitch aside from smelling of piss. We had our flights and itinerary planned and she was about to head back to her office. Suddenly, she grimaced and let out a fart. I raised an eyebrow, wondering if I was about to witness a double accident. She groaned. “Ugh, that coffee is making me need to poop, too. Oh well, I’ll try and hold it until lunch.” With that, she left for her office. I called up custodial staff to clean up the puddle and didn’t think anything of Jessica’s desperation until my lunch break. I was about to step out to head to the break room where I had a packed lunch in the refrigerator when I saw Jessica walk past me. She seemed to be waddling slightly and I realized why as I looked down and saw a clear bulge the size of an orange in the seat of her black pants (which now showed no sign of her piss accident). I could smell the load but it wasn’t overpowering. I followed her since it was the route to the break room. When we got to the bathroom doors, she saw me and said, “Well, guess I’m spending my lunch break cleaning this up. Can’t miss a minute of work today.” With that, she went in and I didn’t see her for the rest of the day.
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