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  1. Eek normally I get a notification that I have a comment, but for some reason I didn't see anything. I know it's been a while since I've been on here, but still - I'll be checking my settings! I haven't gone out padded since my last post, but I've been thinking about it every so often. I can't even begin to explain how hard I was trying to force it when I was at a stoplight, and it just wasn't happening! Next time I can give it a try, I will. I'm hoping sooner rather than later, but it's a little hard with this hot weather. I get a little too grumpy with how warm wearing a pull up can get and the heat! I want to make sure I enjoy it and not absolutely hate it. 😂
  2. I totally relate! I enjoy it the most with my partner when we're actively playing our little game together, but I absolutely love when it comes out of nowhere, too. Sometimes, maybe, I enjoy it even more then because it was entirely unexpected (just like my little leaks -oops). There's an almost sweetness to it. I don't entirely know how to explain it! I think if it were anyone else, I would absolutely hate it, but I know there's a very special love and care that's hidden in the teasing when it comes from my partner, even if it gets them going haha. It's special.
  3. I decided to try something different this week. I’ve been having a really awful time with leaking lately because I’ve been really stressed. After wetting the bed on Monday, I decided I needed to take some extra precautions at work especially because our staff toilet has been out of order. None of us know exactly what happened, but the toilet was running at least 48 hours straight with constant flushing that sounded like an absolutely intense never ending whirlpool. When I say being in the back room near the bathroom was a special brand of hell, it was a very specialized circle of hell that drove me nuts. I don’t think I ever had to pee more than listening to the toilet flushing on repeat for hours until someone finally detached the right things. Anyway, I decided to venture out to work padded out of fear that the lack of toilet would do me in. I didn’t worry about it on Monday, as I felt I had already done the worst of it, but on Tuesday I was taking no chances. After discussing it with Avery, a plan was formed with multiple contingencies on what to do if I hated it or got too uncomfortable, and everything was in place. Avery was concerned that I would become too uncomfortable because the last few times I’ve tried wearing any sort of diaper at home I either had a rash or got too grumpy. The last thing I needed to happen was to suffer through either situation while doing this out in public, especially for the first time. To my surprise, I managed way longer than I thought I would and even wore the diaper a little longer than my work shift. It started to become a little uncomfy by the end of the day, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I definitely leaked several times, but Avery made sure to remind me to get to a toilet to avoid using it more than I needed until the end of my shift. The entire situation was extremely embarrassing though as I planned to only have to go to work and get through my workday, but I had to run several errands beforehand. I swear everyone knew what I was wearing! When it came time to take it off, I decided I would try and use the diaper more just to feel like I did something. I spent an entire car ride trying to get myself to pee before I made it somewhere I could change, but apparently made myself nervous over the idea of peeing in the car and couldn’t do it. I’ll probably try going padded out again sometime, just don’t know when. Or I’ll go overnight – I’ll have to see what Avery thinks. Just thought I’d share my first time really padded experience with you all! :3
  4. I leak pretty frequently and have just accepted it because I very rarely get to a bathroom in time whether it's because I can't because someone's using it or I'm in the middle of something. However, I definitely had a pretty genuine accident on Monday. I've been having absolutely awful stress lately, and whenever that happens my bladder decides that it doesn't want to work with me, and I woke to find that I had wet the bed! Not surprised that it happened, but also kind of surprised!
  5. I did and I must have fixed it before you commented! I wrote my post up originally on my phone and didn’t realize that it didn’t automatically change the font color until after the fact hehe Love my adventures with you!!
  6. Hewwo everyone. :3 Long time, no talk, kind of a lot going on? Have some stories to share but I need to work a little backward on updates because between me and Avery, well…the number of accidents is going up and up! That and the story from tonight is just way too funny and we’re still giggling about it hours later. We thought it was so funny that we needed to share! So, whenever Avery and I are together there’s a guarantee for just pure nonsense. We don’t entirely plan it, it kind of just happens. Tonight was one of those very unplanned situations. We had been talking about getting Avery into pull ups for a while after she has had some pretty big accidents lately and I figured Avery needed some extra help to get through the day safely. I don’t have an exact time frame outside of “a while” and since we were in the perfect situation to give them a try, well, we decided to take advantage. Being in a city where no one knows you is definitely a huge boost in confidence. We had stopped in the same chain of pharmacies in a few different places trying to look for the right things – but apparently everyone in the area seems to be a leaky faucet because there were no pull ups to be found anywhere! Finally, as a last ditch effort, we tried one more location in the same chain. It was on our way back to our hotel and we didn’t have high hopes, but surprisingly we struck gold! There were finally pull ups to be found – yay! So, Avery being the brave soul they are just grabbed the package and up to the self check out we went. Well, here’s where it became funny. For some reason Avery could not get the bag we needed to buy to scan and had to leave the package out in full view. After what felt like forever (it really wasn’t that long), an employee took notice of what was sitting on the counter and took pity and ran over quick as can be. Without even second guessing herself, she had the pull ups scanned in and didn’t even bother scanning the bag. She just grabbed the package, shoved it in, and went through the rest of checkout with a slightly embarrassed smile on her face. Avery and I just looked at each other before leaving, not entirely sure what had happened. But the moment we walked out, I swear I was going to pee myself from laughing at what just happened. Avery wasn’t even remotely embarrassed and the entire thing was just so hysterical to experience. We have never had someone step in so quickly for something like that in our lives and even though neither of us were entirely embarrassed by it, we appreciated it all the same. As a small bonus – Avery gave one a try tonight. 😉 We’ll save that story for a different day. Hope everyone is doing well!! Xoxo, Selena
  7. Sometimes I have to consider myself the luckiest person in the world. Other times? Not so much. Tonight? Well, it was a mix of the two. Ordinarily on a day to day basis, I am strictly a 9-5 girly. I go in at 9, sometimes a little earlier, do what I need to do, and clock out at 5 like seemingly the rest of the corporate world. Sometimes, like today, I’m given the lovely scenario of working a night shift and swapping my 9-5 to a 1-9. It’s not my favorite considering at my rather young age I prefer to be in bed by 7 and asleep by 8, so staying up well past my normal bedtime is not generally something that makes me happy. However, duty calls and as a requirement for one of my classes, I need to be at work later to partake in a different set of programs than I’m used to running. As a treat, whenever I work this weird shift, I will get a special drink. This time I tried a different kind of smoothie that had just been brought back at my usual haunt. As per usual, I opted to get a drink far too big for me to handle, but I gave it a go. To my dismay, it did not taste exactly how I thought it would, so my little treat did not go down the way I wanted. All the same, I downed all 24 ounces of pure torture in the first few hours of being at work. I will say that the first two hours went swimmingly. It was a perfectly normal day with the exception of the woman I consider my work mom, who I’ll just refer to as Momma from this point on, tried to (un)helpfully try and find a puppy for me to adopt. She’s known I’ve been looking for a while but due to circumstances it just hasn’t worked out. It’s still not opportune to bring a dog into the mix, but it certainly doesn’t stop Momma from trying. This woman is too funny to me, though. Imagine a somewhat average height woman that was born in the early 50s to a very Eastern European family. She dishes it out as easily as someone can give, has no problem telling things like it is, a bit hard to crack, but damn it, when she loves you she really loves you. The amount of times I have shown up to work with specially baked goods just for me (and subsequently as she’s currently plotting, for Avery) has been too much. I love her dearly, and I have no idea what I would do without her. If it’s not obvious, she plays a very important part of this story today. Anyway, to my surprise, my supervisor was leaving early which meant my long night was starting a little earlier. The moment she leaves, all hell breaks loose in our building because we can let loose. There was one small moment where I was worried after she left where I had to pee and was running from the front desks to the back, but the single male coworker we have managed to get in my way. I don’t think I ever squeaked louder than I did then and only managed to just yell, “Move! I have to go pee!” and probably traumatized the poor guy. After that, things went a little more smoother because shortly after my little emergency bathroom break I went on my dinner break, ate fairly quickly, and after a quick call with Avery, I had to return to the building. I should have realized that was the last moment I would be completely dry. Well, at this point I had most definitely lost track of how much I had to drink. With the weirdly fluctuating temperature and the scarily sugary sweet drink I insisted on getting, I was downing water quicker than quick. It was another one of those times where I just kept having to refill my water bottle and kept drinking. This was one of my biggest mistakes. My second one was not immediately going to the bathroom after my break like I normally do. With me being in the building on an unusual shift, it meant that there wasn’t really anywhere for me to go until I had to go help with our program for the night. This left me in the back room, which was nothing short of a miracle. However, this also left me with Momma in the back, and when we’re together something is going to happen, we just never know what. Well, Momma decided to take it upon herself to clean her “mailbox.” Our mailboxes are over-sized wire paper holders that sit on a metal rack with shelves. They’re not the prettiest, but they do. There’s either two or three people to a shelf, so space is pretty cramped. Our supervisor had made a comment about the back room being messy (it’s really not), so to try and appease her, Momma decided she would start with a small task. However, with Momma she goes big or goes home. In only a few short minutes she had not only removed everything from her mailbox, but she had it spread out between three desks. How she fit as much as she did in her mailbox, I really don’t know, but as she kept going through the piles she kept finding more and more things. I was both amazed and completely alarmed when she would find a very neatly wrapped plastic bag, then another, then another. This happened several times with quite a few different objects and I couldn’t help but comment that she was like Mary Poppins because if I were to ask for something, chances are she would find it. Well, after going through at least half of the surprisingly stored objects, she started to look through paperwork and made a comment that I’m pretty sure was just to herself. “Well, shit,” Momma said. “This shit’s from 2019. I don’t think I’ve touched this since then.” I couldn’t tell you why, but that absolutely broke me. This woman had managed to create such a neat pile of chaos in her mailbox that she hadn’t gone through most of its contents since then. Now, mind you, it genuinely wasn’t messy in the first place to me. There was a certain neatness and order to it that could only be created by someone with extensive knowledge and know-how on how to work with compact spaces. To imagine that she hadn’t gone through her mailbox since then was just too funny to me, and I just immediately burst out into laughter. At that point, I finally realized that I had a problem and the dam started to break. I was able to clamp down pretty quickly, but I could absolutely feel the tell-tale feeling of a pretty significant leak. In my attempts to keep myself from completely losing control, I found myself startled to feel the smallest start of the impending river feel oddly bubbly. It was a strange sensation, but not an unfamiliar one. I couldn’t help but think to myself that I was turning, unintentionally, into a babbling brook. Unfortunately for me, Momma took that as her cue to break into a story and keep the laughing going. “Oh, you think that’s good, let me tell you this,” Momma said before launching into a story about how she practically scared herself shitless while cleaning out her closet at home recently. Apparently her cleaning had been going well until something fell on her head from the top of the closet out of nowhere. She mentioned it was a hat, but that I wasn’t going to believe what it said. She made me guess a few times to no avail before she gave me this huge grin and just said, “Where’s the beef?” That was it. That completely did me in as I imagined this woman cleaning her closet and having a random hat drop on her head and have the most ridiculous fastfood slogan that was ever created embroidered on the front. It was somehow the stupidest and funniest thing in the world to me right at that very moment. Whether it was from too much sugar, the fact I could see it clearly, or a slight bit of sleep deprivation, I really don’t know, but I lost it both literally and figuratively. Before I could stop myself, a pretty significant amount of pee just burst out of me to my absolute horror. I reminded myself of a fire hydrant being opened that was how quick and how strong the burst was. Momma noticed real quick when I stopped laughing for a moment, crossed my legs as tightly as I could to try and stop anymore pee from coming out, and then immediately started laughing more. I was beyond humiliated, but also very amused that after two years, it had finally happened. “You just peed yourself, didn’t you?” she had to ask me. All I could do was nod and laugh even more. She just sighed and shook her head, laughing herself as she half went into mom-mode. “How bad?” “I think I’m kind of okay, but I really don’t want to get up,” I told her. “Do you have anything to change into? Did you want to go home?” “No, but let me check first. Maybe it’s fine.” Luckily, the woman was an absolute saint and told me she would keep everyone distracted enough and away from the back room so I could go check and clean myself up and if needed she would see if I looked fine after I did so. She than informed me where some baking soda was hidden in our bathroom to save me from the worst of things if it came down to it. Well, luckily for me the chair was completely fine, but I still gave it a quick wipe down anyway to not be a terrible person. However, the inside of my jeans were pretty damp, but the wetness hadn’t appeared to fully make it to the outside and my jeans looked pretty normal. Most of my jeans are a little big on me from losing weight so they don’t touch my body as much as they used to, and I will be forever grateful for small favors. But my panties? Well, those were a different story. The entire crotch was completely soaked along with a small section at my butt. Those absolutely had to get a super awkward quick rinse in the sink. I also did my best to dry the inside of my jeans. I used a small bit of baking soda just to help neutralize the order, but I’m not sure how much it actually did. I decided to not push my luck any further and decided to use the toilet because I wasn’t going to have a repeat. Momma did a quick check to make sure I was good to go, and I passed her test. The rest of the night seemed to go all right and I didn’t take notice of any obvious smells which I was super self-conscious about. I made it through the program, luckily without having to move too much, and we didn’t have much attendance as we thought we would which meant there was plenty of space to move. All went well until the end of the night and Momma started cracking even more jokes and by that point, I had to pee again. Needless to say, I was once again not dry and she knew it right from the moment I started laughing again. Thankfully I was mostly spared from her antics, but damn it, she nearly made me completely wet myself the moment we got outside to our cars. It would have been fine if it happened and it was just us, but I would have completely died on the spot if the security guard waiting for us to leave had been witness to it. I managed to get into my car mostly okay, save for most definitely a single errant trickle down my leg, but I definitely leaked the entirety of the way home, giggling out of sheer embarrassment the entire time. If it were anyone else that it happened with, I probably would have been really really upset. I mean, I still am, but Momma gets it so it wasn’t the end of the world. She has this weird way of making really bad things not as terrible, so it was a relatively calm situation for me despite being embarrassed. I’m now in bed and beyonddd exhausted from today at this point. Once again wishing Avery was up to tell the story, but they’ll hear alllll about it in the morning. For now, I hope everyone else enjoyed my absolutely embarrassing little story. Sorry if this only half made sense, but I am so tired and my brain is absolutely on the fritz from today. I will be hiding in my bed from now until forever. Xoxo, Selena
  8. I’m defnitely the same way with the dribbles and leaks for ages without ever having a full wetting (except on very rare occassions or it’s “play time”). I have a ridiculously small bladder so any liquid intake kind of hits me pretty fast so it’ll be pretty small leaks throughout the day that I can’t get around unless I’m going to the bathroom every hour. For me I mostly find myself sitting at my desk and either being too focused on what I’m doing or just not having a moment to get up and run to the bathroom, so I just have small leak most of the time. The only outliers are if I have an excessive amount of caffeine or have been drinking considerably more than normal, which I've definitely written about here. Then I get closer to having it be a lot more noticeable because I struggle really hard to hold in those situations and it’s conveniently in those moments the bathroom isn’t available for me. xD
  9. I'm personally on team games to concentrate on versus anything. Nothing like being in the middle of a very high stakes game and realizing just how badly I actually have to pee. Makes things that much more difficult! My current go-to is definitely Battlefield, but anything with any major concentration works. :3
  10. At Avery’s insistence, I was asked to write about my side of things of our little play date we shared today. If you haven’t read “A Soaked Sunday,” which is from Avery’s side of things, I recommend it. Out of the two of us as a couple, Avery 100% has the more dominant personality. It’s been like that since day 1. Avery has always been far more extroverted and open while I’m shy and far more quiet. It’s a dynamic that has luckily always worked for us, and it’s a dynamic that we’ve fallen into naturally when we play. When Avery introduced me to the very concept of omo, I was like a newborn baby bird – completely clueless and not knowing how to fly. Because of this, Avery has always naturally taken the lead. Until recently. After nearly two years of playing together, Avery expressed an active interest and trying out being the one to hold. A few weeks ago, we learned just how much Avery actually enjoys it. So, for the second time in our relationship and in all of our time of playing, the roles were switched and it was my turn to take control. It’s a very new role for me to play. I consider myself a switch in most things sexually, but when it comes to omo, I find myself absolutely terrified. I would dare say that it’s practically paralyzing, but Avery does a wonderful job of assuring me that I’m doing things right. At least this time I had a better idea of what to do and how to make sure that Avery was best taken care of and enjoying the experience. Our play time really did start slow, and I found myself secretly envious that Avery was wearing the outfit that was meant to be used in person. I had been looking forward to playing when Avery was here, but we needed to play outdoors and the weather was all over the place. It was unfortunate, but at least I was finally getting to see the outfit being put to good use. The holding game started after my insistence that Avery go pee. I know from my experiences that everything feels so much more intense after starting from nothing. Not only that, we try to take care to make sure we’re in the proper headspace for what we’re doing. Playing has always been a very intense activity for us, and having a little reset for our bladders has become a ritual to make sure we’re fully into what we’re doing. The game started very very slow. We kept our conversations normal, just figuring out our future plans for when we’re together next and me sending silly memes to Avery to keep the good mood going. Eventually, Avery decided to have lunch and it gave me the opportunity to insist that there was some water being had. Avery is absolutely notorious for not drinking water, and I needed to make sure that they were hydrated and well watered. I was very pleased to learn that three glasses of water were had with lunch, and I made sure to lay on the praise (in the hopes that the water drinking will be taken a bit more seriously outside of playing…ahemmmm Avery). We discussed our plans a little bit more before moving along to playing Battlefield. Avery made a comment about needing to pee before we started playing, and I added that they had to look cute while being all wiggly from having that start of the need. I was even more surprised by myself when I mentioned they would probably look extra cute with some extra protection – something that I’m sure we’ll explore further at some point. It wasn’t something I expected from myself, but the thought was there, and we were both slightly surprised. Avery knows I’m not entirely sure about diapers and pull ups just yet, so I think they were shocked that the thought even crossed my mind at all. I have to admit, so was I. While playing Battlefield, Avery realized that they weren’t sure that their undies would show being wet and quickly changed them. After looking at the initial outfit choice and what they ended up in, I have to admit that I agree the change was needed. Avery then soon mentioned that they had to pee even more. It was around now that I realized I needed to step up into my new role and told Avery no. Avery decided that was okay and then said that they were still dry despite needing to go. Not trusting Avery to tell the truth after our last playdate, where Avery most definitely was not dry, I asked for proof. I was quite pleased to see that Avery was being good and in fact kept dry this time. This kept up for about an hour with me checking that Avery was still dry while getting confessions of needing to go. After the hour had passed, Avery mentioned really needing to pee. Curious, I asked where they were on a scale. Avery said they were at a 9. Being nice, I told Avery that if they really needed to they could leak just a little. They didn’t want to, which was when I proposed a challenge – if Avery could revive me in any of our matches, they were allowed to leak just a little to relieve the pressure. Avery was insistent that they weren’t going to, but I could hear the slight whimper in their voice that said otherwise. I knew Avery would crack eventually, but I didn’t press the issue, just asked if they were doing okay and reminding them of how good they were. I wasn’t too surprised when not too long after Avery purposely found me in the game as I laid awkward on the ground waiting for the timer to run out. However, to my amusement, Avery was knocked out of the game before they could get to me. This game of cat and mouse happened several times before Avery finally had a miraculous save with only one second left on my timer. True to my word, I allowed Avery to let out just a little pee and then to send me proof. I was a little disappointed to find that it was a touch more than just a little, but I let it slide. I figured it was only Avery’s second time being on the other end, I wasn’t going to be too harsh about it. Instead, I continued with the praise. Avery lamented not wanting to have an accident around this time, but we both knew that it was going to all go downhill from this point on. Over the next half hour, I knew Avery was completely done for. My usually chatty love had gone beyond silent, the only noises on their end being the adjustments as they shifted in their chair, the occasional breathy sighs mixed with heavily distressed sounds, and, to my sheer amusement, a slight groan. I think I received a picture of evidence of what was happening every 5 minutes over the next half hour. I was startled to find that one of the last photos Avery sent me was far wetter than the initial one and knew they weren’t going to last. I tried to plead with Avery to hold on for just a little longer. We had maybe 15 minutes of the game left, and I could swear they could make it that long. Apparently, I was wrong. Not even 10 minutes later, Avery said they really had to go. They said they were sorry, but they just couldn’t make it anymore. I didn’t bother picking up my controller after this point, listening as Avery made a mad dash to the bathroom. It felt like forever before Avery sent me photos of what exactly had happened – and ugh, it was so hot that I wish I could share. They definitely didn’t make it to the toilet, but I’m proud of them for at least making it to the shower where it was safe. To say they had to pee badly is probably an absolute understatement. I don’t think it was possible for me to be anymore turned on than I was. Like Avery said, we had a lot of fun, and I can’t wait until we can play in person. It’s going to be a really fun (and very wet!) time.
  11. I was so worried it was going to be worse than it was! I've been told I should carry a spare set of pants and panties, but for some reason every time I remember to do it, I forget it just as quickly! Unfortunately for me I can't say that I haven't exactly had any repeats. ^.^; Thank you! It was reaaallllyyyy hard to hold that day, but I managed! It was a fun day, but also eeek! It was suppeeerrrr dangerous!
  12. Thank you!! And normally I find a lot of fun in it, but I think I was just so tired that it was just beyoonnndddd embarrassing. Feeling a bit better about it today, though! :3
  13. When I was requested to write up an IRL experience, I know for a fact that this wasn’t the one I was asked to write. However, this is the one that will be in existence – for now. Normally I would wait to share this until after I told my partner, but they're unfortunately for me they're unavailable right now, so they'll be rather surprised to see this in the morning. Today was a day. A very very long and unexpectedly wet day. My morning started off strangely. I was in and out of sleep for most of the night feeling more tired than usual. It was a mix of a mental overload from the story I’m supposed to be telling and from stress. Life has been a bit mental the past few weeks and so my stress level has been ridiculous. But I digress, not the story I’m currently telling. At some point, somewhere around 2 in the morning, I woke up very confused. I had a very odd dream that I can’t remember much of which had left me a bit lost, but then my confusion grew even more. It took me a few minutes, but I realized I was very wet. At first I thought nothing of it, but then it finally clicked. I had wet the bed. It’s not something that happens frequently but when it does, I’m always surprised. I was even more surprised this time because I had gotten up a few hours prior because I had to pee really badly. Luckily for me it wasn’t an over dramatic wetting, something I would have been very upset with while so tired and after I had just changed my bed sheets, but it was enough to have me embarrassed. Luckily my very sweet partner was quick to reassure me that it was okay, but being overly tired, the embarrassment persisted. There’s still a part of me half tempted to grab a pull up to wear to sleep, but I also need to get new ones that are sized down since my other ones were way too big. After being reassured and with a very cautious check, I decided that the damage wasn’t too bad and decided to just go back to sleep. Normally I would get up to clean myself, but I will admit I was 100% too lazy and far too tired to care. So, with surprisingly damp legs and soaked panties, I went back to sleep. What happened earlier was very obvious by the time I officially had to be up. While my mattress and bedsheets were safe, it was clear that I most definitely wasn’t. I very quickly scurried to take a very long shower to get myself cleaned and try and relieve some of my stress. I had a very long day to prepare for…I just wasn’t aware of just how long it would actually be. I had a special training to do today at an entirely different location than my usual building. I was very excited for it, but I’m really just not a city driver in the least. Still, I made do and did what I had to. The training itself went great. It was a lot of information but it was information I wanted to know. I had to be let out just a little bit early as I had parked in the nearby garage and even though I paid for the whole day, there was a concern that my time ran out just before they stopped enforcing the time and I didn’t want to get a ticket. To my surprise, as I was walking out, I ran into someone I had once worked with. To my even bigger surprise, she asked if I wanted to hang out for a bit. My first thought was to say to reschedule as I had a lot I needed to do and had plans to stop at a few shops before grabbing dinner, but for some reason I said yes. I hadn’t been able to sit down and talk with her in months, and though we weren’t the closest, I did enjoy her company. So, off to a restaurant to sit for a quick bite and a drink we went. On the way to where we were meeting, I realized I really had to pee, but it wasn’t terrible. At least, at the moment I didn’t think it was. I had a quick pee at lunch time, but had at least 5 refills of my usual water bottle from that point on. It didn’t feel like a big deal because we were planning to make our time super quick – nothing more than a quick drink and literally a pastry. We had things we needed to do and we were already making plans to meet up again before our little get together even really started. Well, imagine my surprise when our short little meeting which we planned to be only a half hour went for nearly three! One drink turned into several, and well, by that point there was a lot of liquid in me. There were several times I had considered getting up, feeling the very much increasing pressure on my bladder, but I didn’t want to be rude and go to the bathroom! I hadn’t spoken to this person in months and there was a lot to catch up on! We very happily traded work stories and gave some small life updates in the meantime. It was enjoyable, but after a quick look at my watch, I realized we had been sitting there for a good long while, and I really needed to at least get to the bank before getting home. Taking that as the cue to leave, we traded one more quick story each and went our separate ways until next time. When I sat down in my car, everything was fine. I felt okay, felt like my need to pee was manageable, but by the time I got to the bank and pulled up to the drive through ATM? Ooooh I knew I was in trouble. I’m not exactly the tallest person in the world, so whenever I use some sort of machine I need to pull up to, I have to put my car in park and open my door so it’s easier to reach. Well, the moment I did this, it was like every bit of liquid made itself known to me. It took literally the smallest movement ever to make me basically reach my bursting point, and I was horrified! I still had about 20 minutes before I would make it home, and I still had things I technically needed to do. The problem was I knew that if I dared to try doing any of it I was NOT going to make it. Not wanting to risk it, I decided that it would be best to hightail it back home after finishing at the bank. I was not about to risk having an accident in public, and I was sure that I could make it home perfectly intact and dry. I think the fact that you’re reading this should be evidence enough that I did not, in fact, make it home dry. I had barely made it onto the main road I needed to be on when I felt the worst pressure imaginable. I’m not a stranger to holding in the least, but this pressure in my bladder was intense. No amount of shifting and squirming or moving my seatbelt was saving me and relieving any of it. For a brief moment I thought about just leaking just a little bit, but the moment the thought left my mind, my body decided to go a different route. I was mid-squirm when I realized that something was terribly wrong as the pressure started to relieve itself just enough, and my crotch was growing just a little too warm. I looked at my console in a panic, seriously hoping that I had actually turned my seat warmer on, but to my horror, I did not and the seat warmer light was not on. Still, my crotch was growing warmer and warmer. It was a surprisingly slow warming that I felt, just a very small and steady stream which I could already feel pooling in my panties, which was just one of the small miracles I experienced. My second miracle was the fact that I was able to stop myself from peeing myself any more than I already did. My third miracle was the fact that I always have a towel on my seats, and it just so happened to be folded over – and while it’s for an entirely unrelated reason, it literally saved me from ruining my car seat tonight. I’m pretty sure I drove the rest of the way home very wide-eyed, suddenly awake, and very red-faced. I have never ever once had something like that actually happen while I was driving. It was an event that has more or less threatened to occur on many occasions, but my bladder had never betrayed me like that before. The fact it happened practically in slow motion was a completely horrifying thought because I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to believe it. I tried to convince myself that nothing had happened, but with each little wiggle I did to test whether I had indeed had an accident, I couldn’t even deny it. My panties were definitely wet and just a bit slick. I was afraid to know just how much damage I had actually done. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I did not take photos this time because I was beyond humiliated. I'm sure my partner will be a bit disappointed in that as I've always promised to wet in jeans, but tonight was one of those rare nights I just didn't have it in me to document what happened. I practically jumped out of my car in absolute horror when I got home, still hoping that I was imagining things and that warmth and dampness I felt wasn’t real. Unfortunately for me, it very much was. With a quick check, which was hopefully considerably less noticeable since it was dark out, I realized I not only have a sizeable patch, perhaps the size of a softball, in the crotch of my jeans, but I had also definitely peed on the towel on my seat. The spot on the towel wasn’t nearly as big, but the normally light blue towel now sported a much darker discolored spot now. It seemed that my panties - my magical super-soaking panties (they're just regular cotton but have a strange holding capacity) - had managed to hold back the worst of it, but once out of the car, I could definitely feel just how wet my butt was. A quick reach back to feel myself led me to feeling another small wet patch, but I'm not sure how big it actually was. For all I know it was a lot bigger than the softball spot in my crotch, but I didn't fully look, too afraid to know. Feeling beyond humiliated, I gathered my things and ran inside to get them in the wash, and so that I could take a shower. I didn't look too much at my jeans, but my panties were definitely soaked. How they held up as well as they did, I really don't know. Luckily, I don’t think anyone noticed or realized that something had happened when I got inside, but I definitely dashed through the house in shame to try and hide the evidence. I’m still feeling extremely embarrassed by the incidents of my day, but I hope everyone else can find enjoyment in it. For now, I'll finally head off to bed and hope that I feel a lot less embarrassed in the morning. xx, selena
  14. a/n: Hellooooo. This is the very first thing I've written without any major assistance from Avery, and I am terribly shy over it! Avery is my writing partner through and through, but I've had this idea in my head for a while, especially since we added Seth and Natalie to the Jillyverse. I've been begging for a couple to add to play with, and I am so delighted that my wish was granted on this! So, now we have this fun (very long) one shot featuring Seth and Natalie! I hope you enjoy this small little snippet into their lives as much as I enjoyed writing it! :3 If you haven't read any of the stories from the Jillyverse, please feel free to check that out on either mine or Avery's account! xoxo, Selena --- Typically Natalie was an extremely patient person. She was an elementary school teacher and had to learn patience quicker than quick, needing to know how to handle such active minds and equally active little bodies. Natalie was used to answering a million and one questions, mostly involving just the singular word “why?” over and over and over again. She was used to the frustrating moments of one of her students (or all of her students) actively not listening to her and doing exactly as they pleased. However, Natalie was not patient that night, and no amount of trying to subtly hint to her husband Seth that she wanted to leave the party they were attending was working. Natalie tried to sit as patiently as she could on the plush couch of her friend Samantha’s house, foot tapping every so often as she tried to listen to the current conversation. Samantha had just moved into her new home, and her parents had graciously decided to organize a housewarming party for her. It was a very nice, cozy event, but it was starting to get late, and honestly? Natalie really had to pee. They arrived at Samantha’s house around 3 in the afternoon to help set up. Natalie and Samantha weren’t best friends, but they were close enough that they tried to help each other wherever possible. Seth, Natalie’s husband, had arrived around 4 to do some of the more heavy lifting for the party, moving tables and helping to get some of the higher reaching decorations in place. They all had a laugh over the fact that they forgot to get a new stepladder for Samantha’s new home. By 5, everyone finally started to arrive. Samantha’s parents quickly ran out and returned with trays of Chinese food that they served buffet style. Drinks, mostly non-alcoholic as the party was in the middle of the week, were free-flowing, the conversation was good, and the music playing softly in the background was perfect. However, it was quickly approaching 11pm, and somehow Natalie had been so caught up in what was happening that she hadn’t used the bathroom. Logically, Natalie knew that she could just go pee and end her suffering, but every time she seemed to get up, someone would make a run for the single bathroom in the house. She didn’t want to fight for the time to properly relieve herself, and with it being so late, she just wanted to be home. The problem was Seth was very much stuck in an in-depth conversation with Samantha’s boyfriend and her father about some sport she didn’t entirely care about. “Seth,” Natalie said, nudging his elbow with hers to try and grab his attention. She groaned when Seth ignored her, and she shoved her elbow harder into his side, “Seth!” “Ow!” Seth exclaimed, rubbing his ribs and shooting Natalie a look. “What?” he asked when he took in the pointed look on Natalie’s face. “Look at the time,” Natalie said quietly, grateful that Samantha’s boyfriend and father were still continuing the conversation, not noticing the quiet one she was trying to have with Seth. She stared hard at Seth as he looked at his watch and then shrugged, unsure of the issue. Natalie sighed, hesitating for a minute before her foot started tapping more incessantly. “And I really need to pee,” Natalie added in a whisper, looking away as her face turned slightly pink. Several expressions flickered across Seth’s face in quick succession before a small wicked little grin crossed his face. He leaned back on the couch and dropped an arm around Natalie’s shoulder, pulling her into his side. With a snort, Seth leaned in closer to Natalie, waiting until she turned her face to look at him. Natalie’s brows furrowed slightly at the intense look on Seth’s face, and she nearly let out a groan when he moved a little closer. “You’re a big girl,” Seth whispered in her ear, “so I think you can hold it for just a little while longer for me.” The bastard, Natalie thought to herself. She should have known their night would take such a sudden turn. Seth had admitted to her only that morning that he was in the mood to play, so she should have known he would take the opportunity if it presented itself. Admittedly, Natalie was also in the mood to play herself. After going to her new coworker's house to try and get her a little more settled into the neighborhood, Natalie was presented with a glorious sight. It was an unexpected one, to be sure, but it was rare for her to come across someone else who had accidentally wet themselves. Sure, Natalie felt awful for Jill, knowing how embarrassed she had to have been, but it was exciting to see. It took everything in Natalie’s power to not be over-excited. Though she felt terrible for what happened to Jill and wasn’t going to share her secret with anyone at work, she had to tell Seth. A slight pang of jealousy suddenly swept through Natalie, and she tamped it down as quickly as it came. She wished that she could pee as freely as Jill, but she personally wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of using pull ups or any sort of diaper. Natalie would use them occasionally, but mostly for special moments and to rile Seth up. She knew just how much he enjoyed her wearing diapers, and even though he couldn’t keep his hands off her when she did, it still wasn’t entirely enough to convince her to wear them more. Still, they were more than content with the playing that they often did, and Natalie was curious to know how exactly the rest of the night would go. “What number are you at?” Seth suddenly whispered, pulling Natalie out of her thoughts. “7? 8? More at a 9?” Natalie glanced at Seth and frowned seeing just how much her foot was tapping and how much fidgeting she was doing with her hands. With her face twisting slightly, Natalie adjusted how she was sitting, nearly letting out a moan at the fullness of her bladder. She shook her head as she squeezed her thighs tightly together as she shifted once more. “Not quite a 9, but getting there,” Natalie finally replied. “Good,” Seth said, reaching forward to grab his drink off the coffee table and handing it to Natalie. “Drink up. Want you bursting on the way home. We can leave when you’re done drinking.” Fuck! Natalie wanted to shout as she took Seth’s surprisingly full cup of Sprite from him. Seth was really trying to make sure that it would be difficult for her. They were no strangers to rapid desperation, often opting for it when their days were entirely far too long, but they needed to have fun, but Natalie wasn’t expecting it. She had figured he would make her wait a little while longer before leaving, but Seth was going all in. Natalie was more than willing to take on the challenge. To make things even worse, Natalie could feel Seth’s fingers starting to trail along her arm. It was gentle, at first, a soft, comforting rubbing of her upper arm that he often did absentmindedly, but then they started to move. Natalie wasn’t the most ticklish, but the soft brush of Seth’s fingertips as they moved up her arm and towards her neck made her almost start to giggle preemptively. His touch was so feather-light that Natalie started to scrunch herself up to avoid him touching her neck, but apparently, she moved too slow. Seth’s fingers very gently tickled the side of Natalie’s neck, and she let out a squeak as she nearly dropped the cup in her hand and let out the smallest of leaks. It wasn’t enough of a leak to be worrisome, but her squeak of surprise had drawn the attention of the others. “Sorry,” Natalie said, blushing and giving Seth a small shove to his amusement, “someone decided that they wanted to be funny. Please continue.” Luckily the conversation picked up quickly again, but Seth wasn’t letting up. Knowing that his plan of tickling her neck was now foiled, he placed a hand on Natalie’s knee. He smirked when she clenched the cup in her hand tighter to brace herself for when he would eventually try to tickle behind her knee, something that usually made holding exceptionally difficult for her. Not wanting to be tortured for too long, Natalie practically chugged the drink in her cup and gave Seth an equally cheeky grin. It was Seth’s turn to frown ever so slightly, but he did exactly as he said and graciously exited the conversation so they could finally leave. “Didn’t want to take your time with drinking?” Seth asked when they were in the comfort of their car. He was slow to turn the key in the ignition, making Natalie’s foot tap even more. “I haven’t peed since we left the house,” Natalie said with a huff. “And it was getting late.” “You know you could have gone at any point while we were there.” “Yeah, but I got caught up in everything. Besides, every time I tried to go, someone else would.” Natalie could feel Seth staring at her, and she turned her head to look at him. She nearly sucked in a breath at the expression on his face. It was one of her favorite things about when they played; it was one of the few times Seth would become very serious, his gaze holding hers with a steady intensity that made a shiver go down her spine. It was an authoritative look, one that only came out in Seth’s rare desire to control the situation and Natalie’s bladder. If Natalie didn’t know any better, she would think she had wet herself, but Seth’s expression alone was enough to have her dripping with desire. She was equally as ready to play, and whatever his wish would be her command. “Well, now you just have to prove to me that you’re a big girl,” Seth said with a sigh. “We know that big girls don’t wet themselves, after all. And you’re a big girl, right?” It took Natalie a moment before she nodded in response, glowing from both her cheeks burning bright red from embarrassment and Seth’s words. He reached up to gently grip her chin to pull her close and give her a chaste kiss on the lips before saying the magic words that would have Natalie more than putty in his hands, “Good girl.” Natalie couldn’t help but squirm and squeeze her thighs together just to have some sort of friction between her legs, but Seth was quick. The hand gripping her chin immediately shot down to her knee, and he pulled her leg away from the other. “No trying to keep your legs together, love,” Seth said softly. “You know the drill.” “But –” “Shh,” Seth soothed, giving Natalie a quick kiss on the cheek. Seth turned the music on so that it was low before putting the car in drive. “We’ll be home soon.” Natalie could curse Seth. He had a funny definition of “soon” when she knew it would be nearly an hour before they made it back to the house. Their home was back in the city, while Samantha decided to make her way into the suburbs. Natalie watched the passing street lights, her leg shaking uncontrollably. She wanted desperately to squeeze her legs together, but Seth kept a firm grip on her thigh. Every so often, he would gently rub her thigh, the action both soothing and torturous at the same time. It was enough to make her temporarily focus on something other than the dull ache of her bladder. “How far are you?” Seth asked about 15 minutes into their drive. “Tell me.” Natalie moaned, shifting in her seat to try and remove some of the pressure on her bladder from her seatbelt. She was slightly frustrated that Seth had pulled her out of her thoughts, forcing her to think about just how badly she needed to pee. Though she wasn’t actively thinking about it, she knew how much her leg was shaking. Natalie was about to plunge a hand between her legs to brace her crotch against, but Seth shook his head with a pointed look. “Love?” Seth prompted, a slight flicker of nervousness reflected in his expression as they passed another streetlight. “A 9,” Natalie finally managed to squeak out. “Definitely a 9.” To Natalie’s dismay, Seth hit a bump in the road, and Natalie had to force herself to clamp down hard out of fear she would leak. “Maybe a little more.” “Good,” Seth finally replied. He let go of Natalie’s leg long enough to pull the bottle of soda they had purchased on the way to Samantha’s out of the cup holder and handed it to Natalie. “I think you might need this, sweetheart. I suggest drinking it all before we get back.” Natalie looked at Seth in horror as she took the bottle. She tried to take a mental tally of how much she had to drink already so far. She could recall several cups of water in the few hours before everyone arrived, plenty more cups of soda once the party had started, and then, of course, the rest of Seth’s Sprite before they left. Natalie didn’t have the brain capacity to even think about how much liquid that was, but the 16 ounces of soda in the unopened bottle in her hand didn’t seem like a good idea. “Seth, if I drink this, I’m seriously going to pee myself,” Natalie said in a panic. “I don’t know that I can.” There was a small lapse in the stoic exterior that Seth was projecting, and he looked over at Natalie a few times as he drove. “Is it really too much?” Seth asked gently, returning his hand to Natalie’s thigh, his rubbing a lot gentler and far more soothing than before. “We can stop if you want. You know we only go as far as you want it to.” He lifted his hand to run it down the back of Natalie’s head, stroking her hair. “It’s up to you if you want to keep going.” Natalie sighed, closing her eyes at Seth’s touch, and leaned into his hand. It was one of the things she always appreciated about Seth. Sometimes, he could get too caught up in the moment, but when he could sense that Natalie was genuinely struggling, he pulled back. She loved the more dominant side he showed, but she loved the gentle side just as much. The soft side was what grounded her during the worst, but his dominant side was thrilling. He never let it out unless they were playing, and if Natalie was being honest with herself, she needed to play. Between witnessing Jill’s little accident and the stress of the new school year, Natalie needed to have a little bit of fun. “No, I’m fine,” Natalie said, giving Seth a reassuring smile as she cracked open the bottle of Coke in her hand. She lifted it up as if making a toast. “Cheers!” Natalie added as she took a long swig of the very carbonated drink. “There’s my girl,” Seth said, holding a hand and gesturing for Natalie to give him hers. She sighed, placing her hand in his, and couldn’t help her smile as he raised it to his lips and kissed her hand. “My beautiful, perfect girl.” “And you are a proper ass,” Natalie replied with a cheeky smile as she pulled her hand out of Seth’s and begrudgingly took another drink of Coke. “It’s why you married me, no?” “Hmm,” Natalie hummed in response, not daring to give Seth a proper response out of stubbornness. “I am going to make it all the way home and to the toilet. You’ll see.” “We will,” Seth answered, his tone holding a hint of a challenge that Natalie most definitely didn’t miss. Wanting to distract herself as she drank her Coke, Natalie found herself lost in thought. She remembered when Seth first introduced her to the concept of omorashi. It was an unexpected thing for her to learn about. Natalie had always had a silent fascination with watersports but was taken aback when Seth brought it up. It was a conversation they had early on in their relationship, and it was one that Natalie needed to sit with for a while. Even though she knew she was interested in the general concepts surrounding omo, she wasn’t entirely sure if she totally understood. Seth was gracious in letting her explore on her own, gladly answering questions that she had. It didn’t take long for Natalie to realize that her interests had started because she was prone to holding her pee for so long. With that realization in mind, the two never looked back and started to come up with their little games to play together. Natalie was unceremoniously jolted out of her thoughts when she felt the car run over a series of bumps. Without being able to brace for the impact, Natalie felt her panties heat up as a spurt of pee leaked from her. “Seth!” Natalie shouted, forcing her legs closed to try and stem whatever flow wanted to break free. She was glad that Seth didn’t force her legs back apart, and he only wore a wicked smile that seemed to glitter with each passing light. “Oops,” Seth said with a slight shrug. “Everything all right there, love?” “Yes,” Natalie said with an offended huff. She knew that she most definitely wasn’t fine and was worried that she had possibly leaked through to her jeans. She didn’t think she had leaked too much and was about to try and sneakily check, but Seth knew better. “Love, are you sure that you’re all right?” Seth asked, his tone of voice dropping an octave. “Yes,” Natalie replied slowly, cringing when Seth hummed in response. “You weren’t about to check yourself, were you, love?” “No?” Seth tutted, the sound seeming to echo in the otherwise silent car. When had he turned the music off? Natalie wondered to herself. Had Seth been listening to her the entire time? Had she been making noises the whole time? Natalie could feel her face begin to burn even hotter. In between Seth’s soft tutting and the idea that she had possibly been making noises the entire time on top of accidentally leaking, Natalie could feel her embarrassment growing. “So, if I were to check you myself, you would be perfectly dry like a big girl?” And there it was again. Natalie felt her entire body grow impossibly warmer, and she nodded, hoping Seth would take the bait and wouldn’t check. Sometimes she was lucky, and Seth wouldn’t check to see if her clothing was damp. If he did, she could only hope she hadn’t leaked that much. “Of course,” she said, grimacing when she realized her pitch was just a little too high. She cleared her throat with a nervous giggle. “I’m completely dry.” “Hmm,” Seth hummed as he reached over, his hand snaking over her thigh and then between her legs. Natalie let out a small squeak when Seth moved his hand further to cup her crotch. He hummed once more, casting Natalie a sidelong glance before slowly moving his hand back to the steering wheel. “Well, I don’t think you’re a big girl after all,” Seth said with a sigh. “If you leaked any more, you would’ve peed all over the seat. I think next time I’ll just have to make sure we have a puppy pad underneath you to make sure the seat stays safe. Do you think you can hold until we make it home like a big girl? Or do I need to pull over to the side of the road?” Natalie stared at Seth with wide eyes, her jaw dropping. The temptation to tell him to just pull over to the side of the road was high, but she was determined. She clamped her mouth shut and swallowed hard, pointedly turning her attention to the road in front of them. As if to make a point, Natalie opened the bottle of Coke and took another drink, and felt herself light up at the approving smile Seth gave her. “Good girl,” Seth said. “Remember, big girls get rewarded for doing a good job. We’ll be home soon.” Natalie wanted to swear up and down as he hit yet another bump in the road. He really had a funny definition of soon when there were still at least another 20 more minutes to go. Luckily Seth was kind enough to remain quiet for the rest of the ride home. He returned to gently rubbing Natalie’s leg, and Natalie tried to keep her composure as best as possible. The pressure on her bladder was growing exponentially, the dull ache turning into a throb from her clenching. Natalie could swear she could feel every threatening contraction of her bladder trying to relieve itself. When the smallest of leaks would break through to her panties, Natalie couldn’t help but let out a whimper. Each time she would try to clamp her thighs together in the hopes of saving herself, Seth would grip tightly to her leg. Instead, Natalie was left to shove a hand between her legs which only lasted for a moment when she spotted Seth’s disappointed sidelong glance. She begrudgingly removed it with a soft moan of distress. She had no idea how she would make it, if at all, though she wanted to for the sole reason she had plans in mind. Without any barriers, all Natalie could do was squirm and wiggle in her seat to try and find comfortable positions for herself. When they finally pulled into the driveway of their home, Natalie was feeling pretty good about herself. Sure, her panties were most definitely damp from each little leak that had sprung free along the way, but she was mostly dry. It would be an acceptable pass at that point, though she still wasn’t sure she wanted to pass the test. Still, she had her seatbelt undone before Seth had the car parked, and she practically launched herself out of her seat the moment the car was turned off. However, it wasn’t Natalie’s brightest move. Gravity struck Natalie hard, and the moment she was upright, any bit of pee she had immediately rushed downward, forcing her bladder to spasm painfully. She moaned, doubling over and crossing her legs tightly to keep herself from letting go too soon. The last thing she wanted to do was pee herself right then and there, though the thought was tempting. “You all right, love?” Seth called out from the other side of the car as he stepped out. He closed his door and hit the lock button on his key fob twice to make sure the car locked and stared at Natalie, his expression unreadable. “Or are you about to pee yourself right now?” “No,” Natalie managed weakly when the worst of the pressure finally crested over its wave. “I can make it.” “Good girl,” Seth said gently. “Now let’s get you inside. You’ve done so well for me tonight. So well that I might just let you use the toilet.” “With or without pants?” “I think you know the answer.” Natalie more than knew the answer, but she hobbled along behind Seth, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she went. She had her legs clenched tightly together, and she held her hand gingerly over her bladder. She felt that if she kept her hand where it was, it would act like a shield of sorts. From what? Natalie wasn’t sure, but it was good enough for her to go along with. To Natalie’s further dismay, Seth wasn’t nearly done teasing her in the least. Usually, he was quick to open the door for her and at least get her into the bathroom where she could finally pee somewhere, but he was fumbling hard with the keys. “Oh, no,” Seth said with a dry tone as he dropped his keychain, each and every single key falling to the ground with a clatter. The moment the keys hit the ground, Natalie let out a noise between a growl and a moan, the sound somehow increasing her need to pee. “How unfortunate. Do you think you could grab those for me, love?” “Seth,” Natalie said with a whine. “I swear, I am going to pee myself right here!” “You could, but you’re not going to, right?” “Seth, I am going to burst!” “Grab the keys for me,” Seth repeated. “I think you can handle that much for me, right, love?” Sometimes Natalie loved to hate Seth. He really was a completely different person when they played. If he were anyone else, she wouldn’t be remotely willing to do something like pick up the house keys when presented as an expected demand. With a groan, Natalie carefully bent down to grab the keys and let out a squeak when a small spurt of pee released itself when she leaned forward. “Everything all right?” Seth asked as Natalie straightened up and thrust the keys towards him, red-faced and unable to look him in the eye. “Fine,” Natalie answered. She wished she could check herself, but she knew Seth was very aware of what had just happened, and she had to admit the slight relief of pressure was worth the further dampening of her panties. “Please just let me in.” “All right, only because you’ve been so good,” Seth said with a sigh as he finally opened the door. Natalie moved as fast as she could into the house, kicking off her shoes frantically as she bounced from foot to foot. She started to make her way toward the half-bath that was a few steps into the hallway before pausing and looking at the stairs to head upstairs to their bedroom. “Everything all right?” Seth asked in concern, his tone much different than just moments before. “Did you change your mind?” “No,” Natalie said quickly, glancing back at Seth and giving him a reassuring smile. “I just have a different idea.” “A different idea?” “Well, yeah.” Natalie worried her lip between her teeth, looking between Seth and the stairs. “I was thinking about how you mentioned that you wished I would wet the bed so that you could take care of me. I know it’s not entirely the same situation, but….” Natalie trailed off with the smallest of shrugs. Seth was silent for a moment, trying to process what Natalie was trying to say. After what felt like ages, he stood up straighter and gave a slight nod. “Are you sure?” Seth asked. “I know you’ve always been concerned about getting the mattress wet.” “Well, we bought the waterproof cover,” Natalie answered, shifting from foot to foot. “And I’m willing to give it a go if you want me to. Make things a little bit different.” “All right,” Seth said quietly, crossing the space between them to press a kiss to the top of Natalie’s head. “But only if you’re sure.” “I’m sure.” “Think you can make it up?” “I can if we go fast.” Without needing any further prompting, Seth led the way up the stairs. They had purchased a mattress protector a few months prior but had never gotten around to trying it out of Natalie’s fear of things going wrong. It was one that they just laid down on the bed, and it wasn’t fitted, but she felt daring enough to give it a try. She still worried that it would go wrong, but they had to experiment with it at least once to decide if it was something they added to their play regularly. Seth was conscientious about setting the mattress cover on their bed, sneaking looks at Natalie as she stood in the corner of their bedroom, dancing on her feet. He couldn’t stop himself from smirking in amusement at her little dance as he meticulously made sure the protector met each corner. As an added measure of protection, Seth added towels on top of the cover to ease some of Natalie’s concerns. “Do you think it’ll be okay?” Natalie asked, eyeing the setup dubiously. “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Seth answered, his firm tone quickly returning. “Get on the bed.” Natalie did exactly that with quiet moans and groans as each movement shifted her bladder more. She made her way to the center of the bed and was about to ask Seth what to do next, but before she could, she found herself flat on her back with Seth on top of her. How she managed to hold any of her pee in, she wasn’t sure. Natalie let out a squeak of surprise and took in Seth’s mischievous look with a mixture of curiosity and fear. “What are you thinking?” Natalie managed to say as Seth wedged himself between her legs and pressed himself up against her. She wasn’t remotely surprised by the thick bulge at the front of Seth’s pants grounding into her. Natalie groaned as Seth’s weight increased the pressure on her bladder, and she hoped she could clamp herself down enough to keep herself from peeing right then and there. “Well, I’m thinking about the fact that you are wearing the absolute perfect jeans right now,” Seth said, running a hand down Natalie’s thigh. “You know I love when you wear the light-colored jeans, and for some reason, you’ve been avoiding wetting this particular pair for me.” “I know, which is why I was planning to do that tonight,” Natalie replied. She squeaked again when Seth pressed more of his weight on her, and a small dribble of pee freed itself. “I figured, especially since you’re being brave enough to try this. And I was also thinking about how I planned to reward you if you managed to make it home with no issues.” “And?” “How close are you?” “Seth, I swear to you, I am about ready to burst.” “Good,” Seth grinned. “Since you didn’t make it home entirely dry, I’m afraid I will have to punish you. And since you’re so close, this won’t take very long at all.” Before Natalie could question what Seth meant, his hands immediately flew to wherever he could start to tickle. He started with her neck before moving to her side. Natalie immediately squealed and fell into a fit of giggles. Even if she wanted to, Natalie couldn’t stop the sudden flow as the dam finally broke, and her bladder decided to give up. It was slow at first, the initial leak that found its way to Natalie’s panties. She tried to close her legs as Seth continued to tickle her, but he was firmly pressed between her legs. The moment she started to flail, he pressed himself into her further, increasing the weight and pressure on her bladder, and all hope was lost. The more Natalie laughed, the more pee came out of her, releasing from her bladder that was starting to feel like a deflating balloon. Her panties filled quickly in the crotch with her very hot pee before flowing downward towards her bottom, pooling at the back of her panties, and overflowing into her jeans. She could feel the warmth spreading down her legs and creeping up the back of her shirt. Natalie could feel a puddle forming around her that was very slowly absorbed by the towels spread out underneath her, but not nearly quick enough as she continued to let go. She tried to stop the flow in vain, but the more she tried, the more Seth would tickle her, and more pee shot out instead. Natalie was beyond soaked, and the more her pee pooled around her, the more she could feel it seep into the fabric of her jeans and shirt. Her panties were completely drenched, and Natalie did a tiny wiggle when she noticed a small pool of pee still sitting between her body and the fabric. Rather than releasing the trapped pee herself, Seth pressed himself into her once more, making Natalie gasp in surprise at the sudden last rush of liquid running down her bottom. Finally, with the last weak trickles of pee making their way from her body, Natalie let out a long breath. The relief Natalie finally felt was practically tangible, but as Seth finally stopped tickling her, Natalie’s brain decided to catch up with her. She felt her entire body heat up with embarrassment at the realization that she was lying in a puddle of her own pee, Seth fully pressed up against her and beyond rock hard. Natalie dared to look down and groaned seeing that not only had she completely flooder herself, but Seth was noticeably soaked as well. His entire crotch was covered in her pee, and large patches seemed to travel down his thighs and to his knees, where the mattress was compressed down by his weight. Her cheeks burned, both from how embarrassed she was and how turned on she became, and the tell-tale tears that always threatened to appear when they played started to fill her eyes. Sometimes it felt like it was just a little too much. “Hey, it’s okay,” Seth said, giving Natalie a quick kiss before looking at the damage that had been done. “You really had to pee, didn’t you, love?” “I did,” Natalie said quietly, trying to blink away the tears that were still threatening to appear. Before her tears could make themselves known, Seth dropped almost the entirety of his weight on Natalie as he pulled her face close for a deep kiss. Natalie wasn't sure how long they stayed enveloped in each other that way. All she had been able to focus on was Seth’s mouth on hers, the way he would grind himself against her, and the cooling of her pee that was subsequently rewarmed by Seth deciding to let go himself. Seth deciding to add to the puddle she had created turned Natalie on even more than she was before. There was zero thought when they were both stripped out of their clothes, not bothering to clean up before allowing things to progress further. Natalie was silently grateful that despite making it into the shower together to clean off, Seth opted to make it quick to clear their bed. He spent some time with Natalie leaning against him so he could wash her hair for her as she came down from the high of their playing. Knowing that Natalie needed some time alone, he gathered Natalie’s fancy soaps and deposited them in the shower for her before he dried off and changed and started to clean their bedroom. When Natalie climbed into bed next to Seth, freshly showered and sleepy, she gave a small wiggle of delight at Seth pulling the warm covers over her. She hadn’t expected him to run the blanket through the dryer to make it extra warm, but it was a step that she delighted in all the same. Natalie happily curled up into Seth’s side as he put an arm around her, and she rested her head on his chest with a content sigh. “Feeling better?” Seth asked softly. “Much,” Natalie replied. “Thank you, but we’ll talk in the morning,” Natalie mumbled as Seth turned out the light. It didn’t take long for Natalie to fall asleep listening to the soft rumblings of Seth’s voice through his chest as he listed all the reasons why he loved her. Natalie wasn’t sure that she could fall asleep any happier or more content than she was, and she looked forward to the next time she would get to play with her husband.
  15. It’s been a while since I’ve had an IRL experience to share. Of course, it’s not like I haven’t had plenty of (not-so) little moments in between. Perhaps one day I’ll share some of the moments Avery and I had together, but anyway, into my story from yesterday. If you’ve read any of the stories between me and Avery before, you know that coffee is my absolute downfall. I drink it every morning I have work, more so out of routine than for the caffeine. Coffee absolutely does not wake me up, but admittedly yesterday I was completely wired. Another important thing to know about me, besides my enjoyment of coffee in the morning, is when I’m nervous or excited, I might as well be, affectionately, referred to as a very leaky pupper. If I’m excited? Have to pee. If I’m nervous? Have to pee. If I’m essentially any sort of major emotion? Have to pee. Yesterday was a case of all of the above. After months of waiting, I finally had the opportunity to interview for a new position at work. I have been waiting for a very long time for a new position to open up, and it’s for a role that I would really love to take on. Because of my desire to have this job, it’s sufficient to say that I was beyond nervous. Not wanting to be overly jittery, I opted for a medium coffee for the first time in a while. It’s not my usual go-to, but knowing I already had to pee from the moment I walked out the door, I didn’t want to overdo it. I was already a shaking, nervous wreck, and I feared coffee would make it that much worse. Still, I made my way to work, sipping my coffee ever so slowly along the way. Fortunately (or unfortunately – depends on how you want to look at it) for me, I still had a normal work day despite having my interview a few hours after I started. My supervisor was the one who pushed me to taking the interview and allowed me to continue “working” despite being out of the building for the interview. It was a relief not to lose time, but I think stepping foot into my normal building only made me even more nervous – everyone I worked with knew what I was doing! For the first half hour of my work day, I sat at my computer fidgeting and squirming and getting up every few minutes just to pace. I couldn’t sit still! All the while, I dragged my cup of coffee along with me as some sort of distraction. Not wanting to push things, I peed quickly about 15 minutes in, but the need to go never went away. I think I was perpetually squirmy the entire time, and my squirming only got worse as the day progressed. After my half hour was up, I made my way to my car to head to my interview location and downed the entirety of my coffee in the first 10 minutes of my drive. By the time I parked in a lot several blocks away from where I needed to go, I was absolutely desperate. A part of me briefly considered the empty coffee cup sitting in my cup holder, but with the outfit I was wearing, that wasn’t going to help much. Deciding to be brave, I decided I could hold until I made it back to my normal building. I supposed I could have decided to pee the moment I made it completely to where I needed to go, but I didn’t want to accidentally make myself late. I was able to stop and talk to someone I knew for a few minutes before my interview, so I decided to do that instead, hopping from foot to foot. Whether that was from nerves or needing to pee, I’m still not entirely sure. I’m sure it was a mix of both. After chatting, I made my way up the stairs only to realize a new problem had arisen. The building was hot. Not only was it hot, I was sweating. It wasn’t a long walk up the stairs in the least, and it was positively freezing outside with the wind, so I knew it wasn’t from being over exerted. I took a look around and found a thermostat and nearly fell over when I saw it was at a very balmy 78 degrees (around 25 celsius for you non-freedom unit users). I have no idea why it was so hot, but I immediately had to reach for my water bottle while waiting for my interview to take place. Now, it was not the first time I’ve sat down in one of these interviews, but it was the first time I had done one in person. It was very difficult to not squirm anxiously the entire time and keep my composure. I had grown very used to being in the comfort of home or in another location for these interviews, so I was positively struggling the entire time. Even worse – I had no idea how much time was passing. All I had to go off of was my tapping foot and shaking leg as my desperation grew and grew. By the time I was done – an HOUR had passed. And not only that I STILL had another hour before I would be back in my normal building, and I wanted to stop and get lunch. I practically made a mad dash to my car the moment I departed my interview. I left the building, made the walk down two blocks to be stopped at a traffic light. I impatiently waited as the light skipped giving me the walk sign – something that was very much needed in the city I was in. I could feel myself dancing on my feet more and more as the pressure in my bladder grew. I felt like I was going to burst right then and there, but I couldn’t while in the middle of a city! So, I squeezed my legs a little harder as I waited for the walk symbol, and nearly sprinted across to the other side of the street knowing I was that much closer to my car. After not frequenting cities that often, I had greatly underestimated the strength of wind down alleyways. The more I tried to propel myself forward down the alley to the parking lot, the more I was pushed back by an absolutely frigid wind. It felt like I was in a wind tunnel, and as the wind pummeled me, I realized that I wasn’t doing the one thing I needed to do; I wasn’t holding anywhere nearly as well as I should. Somewhere in the middle of that alley, I could feel my body growing exceptionally warm and the smallest bit of relief from my bladder. For some reason, at no point did I ever actually think to check what had happened. I was far too focused on the fact that I was freezing, wanted to get back in my car to get food, and just decompress. And decompress I did. The thought of my no longer aching bladder was no longer an issue, I was exhausted, and by the time I made it back to my building, I was happily fed. Or mostly happily – my sandwich was not made anywhere close to what I ordered, but I wasn’t going to complain too much. I wanted to go to the bathroom immediately upon returning, but the moment I made it back, one of my coworkers made a mad dash before I could. Having to wait, I was then forced into the rounds of explaining how my interview went. It wasn’t until nearly another hour had passed that I finally was able to go to the bathroom and realized I desperately needed to go again. But when I sat down I realized that I had a big problem. To my absolute horror, my panties were positively drenched. I think I stared at my panties for a very long time in confusion before finally checking everything else to make sure I hadn’t been completely pee-soaked for ages. To my relief, it looked as though I had been spared from any major embarrassment of anyone immediately taking notice, but I was very aware. Just how long had I been in very much leaked into panties? The normally light grey crotch was a very dark grey in a massive, unexpected patch, and I was horrified. My first thought was to immediately text Avery with an, “Oh fuck, I fucked up somewhere” message. I received a series of confused messages back to which I quickly explained the situation and mentioned I would send a picture later because there was no way that I was going to be dry any time soon. I still had three hours left of work and all I could think of how I had no idea what I was going to do. It wasn’t like I could leave, although we were horrifically overstaffed. A part of me wondered if I should fake being sick to get out early and at least get sick time, but I went completely blank. The only logical thing I could come up with was to go back out and pretend that nothing was wrong. Fortunately for me, I was in a position where no one needed to be close to me. I more or less avoided everyone I worked with for the last few hours of work. The unfortunate thing for me was that the messages I was receiving were becoming flirtier and flirtier and suggestive, leading me to having a very long and very intense day day. My drive home was positively excruciating because I had a million and one thoughts. My initial thought was because my panties were completely soaked, I would just wet them completely when I got home. But something in my decided not to do it. Instead, I marveled at how drenched my panties actually weird, very sincerely hoping that I genuinely got away with nobody knowing.
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