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  1. Alltheomorashi

    Simon says

    I vote diaper leaking and getting changed in public.
  2. Alltheomorashi

    It’s a Wet World After All

    Catie has been excited for this trip to DisneyWorld for months. The semester had dragged on for ages but her boyfriend, Harry, had promised that the minute she got home for the summer he’d take her. They were high school sweethearts and even though their respective colleges weren’t too far apart and they still saw each other relatively often, long distance was hard. So Catie was excited. She quickly got out of bed and showered humming Disney tunes the whole time. She got to her room and put on a pair of light blue panties and a white bra. Over that she put on a pair of jean shorts and a pink shirt. She finally finished the look with a pair of pink Mickey Mouse ears she’d purchased the last time she’d gone to Disney. Satisfied with how she looked she made her way downstairs where her parents were already eating breakfast. Catie laughed when she noticed her father had made pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse. “In honor of your trip!” he told her chuckling. Catie graciously ate them and then washed it down with a glass of orange juice. “When is Harry picking you up?” her mother asked. Catie checked the clock. “He should be here in about fifteen minutes,” she said. “Do you want some coffee while you wait?” her mother offered. “Sure!” Catie sipped on her coffee and chatted idly until she heard the doorbell ring. She then excitedly hopped up and raced to the door, opening it. On the other side stood Harry. He looked handsome in his jeans and tee shirt and seemed just as eager to see Catie as she was to see him. They hugged and briefly kissed after exchanging greetings before Catie let him into the house. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Baker. How are you?” Harry asked. “We’re doing well sweetheart. Excited for your trip?” Catie’s mother responded. “Yes very!” he grinned. Meanwhile Carrie quickly ran back upstairs to grab a drawstring bag before returning. “Ok I’m ready to go,” she announced upon returning to the kitchen. “Great. Nice seeing you Mr. and Mrs. Baker!” Harry said as he and Catie waved goodbye and went to get in Harry’s car. The drive was relatively short and before they knew it they were parking the car. Catie felt the first stirrings of her bladder after all she’d had to drink during breakfast. She figured she would go while Harry waited in line to buy the tickets but he happily alerted her that he had already bought them online and so instead they made their way directly to the entry line. Catie forgot about her bladder entirely once they entered the park. Her eyes filled with wonder. She had been here many times before but each and every time filled her with immense joy all the same. “Let’s get on a rollercoaster first!” she exclaimed excitedly as she grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and eagerly started to pull him along in that direction. Harry laughed and fondly shook his head as he followed behind her. They picked one of the rollercoasters with the smallest line although even that was long. Not that either of them was surprised, it was Disney during the summer. It took about an hour for them to finally get to the front and Catie once again felt a stir in her bladder. She thought nothing of it though and simply stepped into the car of the coaster next to Harry and strapped in. The rollercoaster took off at an intense speed, shaking, jostling, and jerking Catie, Harry, and the other passengers around. They all yelled out in delight as the coaster continued to rock them. However, after one particularly hard turn, Catie felt herself spurt a little bit into her panties. It startled her a little bit but a quick look down confirmed it wasn't nearly enough to show anything on her shorts. When they get off the ride Catie was certainly more aware of her bladder. She wasn’t desperate but she certainly was no longer completely comfortable. “Hey Harry I’m going to run to the bathroom quickly,” she said. She left her things with Harry and then went over only to find a long line. She sighed and joined the line but after several minutes the line had barely moved and Catie gavebup. “I don’t really have to go anyway,” she reasoned as she abandoned the line and returned to Harry, who now had two drinks in hand. “Hey! I figured you might be thirsty since it’s so hot out,” he said. Despite her misgivings, Carrie accepted it and took a large sip. He wasn’t wrong about it being hot out and despite her slowly filling bladder she was getting dehydrated. “So I thought we could do It’s a Small World next. It’s not too far from here and I’m not as adventurous as you. I need breaks between rollercoasters!” Harry said. Catie laughed but agreed anyway and the two walked to the aforementioned line. When they got there, a sign at the end of the line read “Wait two hours long from this point.” “That’s pretty long. We can go somewhere else if you want,” Harry offered. “No it’s alright! All of the lines are going to be long and you wanted to get on this one. I’m fine to wait,” Catie assured him. So wait they did. The line trudged slowly along as the two talked and sipped their drinks to pass the time. Before she knew it, Catie had finished off her drink entirely so she tossed the now empty cup into one of the nearby trash cans. Shortly afterwards she was suddenly reminded of her bladder. The drink was just starting to trickle in to what had already been filling. Suddenly instead of just a distant tingling she was actively uncomfortable and her bladder was starting to feel heavy. She started to run back through her day. She had had that glass of orange juice, the coffee, and now she had polished off the drink Jason gave her. That was quite a bit of liquid she had ingested without giving her bladder a chance to void it. She tried to refocus on her conversation with Harry as a distraction but her bladder’s nagging was consistent now. She pressed her thighs tighter together and prayed that would be enough to prevent her from having an accident. For awhile that was enough but by the time they had stepped into the building where the ride was housed just pressing her legs together was no longer doing the trick. Harry seemed oblivious to her struggle, too wrapped up in telling her the story of his first time ever riding on It’s a Small World. Meanwhile Catie resorted to crossing her legs and trying not to bounce up and down. “I need to get to a bathroom now,” she thought but looking around there were none and they were way too far ahead in line for her to get out now. So all she could do was sit there and to try to contain the heavy weight in her abdomen. Only once she started squirming a little more earnestly did Harry notice. “Are you alright love?” he asked her, concern in his voice. “Yes I’m fine,” she responded putting as much false cheer into it as possible. Harry gave her a dubious look but dropped it. “She’ll tell me if it’s something really bad,” he thought. They finally get to the point where they’re next in line and while that should be reassuring to Catie she almost cried when she remembered one key thing: It’s A Small World is a water ride. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the track and the boats was torture on her poor bladder. “At least it will be easier to hold once I am seated,” she told herself. Harry let her into the boat first but stepping down required opening up her legs and Catie immediately felt herself lose a spurt into her panties. She quickly sat down after that and moved so she was seated in the corner before immediately crossing her legs. Harry once again shot her a concerned and suspicious glance but respected that she clearly didn’t want to talk about it. Instead of saying anything he simply stepped into the boat as well. Soon they were off. The boat began to slowly make its way down the watery path and the signature song began to play. Harry delightedly looked around at the dancing puppets, trying to name each country they represent. Meanwhile, Catie was barely paying any attention at all to the ride. The sounds of the water around her felt louder than everything else. She couldn’t help but squirm in her seat as she tried to keep from flooding her shorts. “I forgot how fucking long this ride is!” she thought frantically. She felt herself spurt again and quickly jammed her hands into her crotch to stop another leak from forcing its way out, groaning as she did so. This caught Harry’s attention. He turned to look at her then took in her trembling legs, twisted up together like a pretzel, her hands gripping her crotch as if her life depended on it, and the tension she was carrying in her lower body. He suspected he knew what the problem was. “Catie, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, trying to be quiet so the other riders in their boat wouldn’t hear. “I really have to pee. I’ve had to since awhile ago when we were in line,” she confessed with a trembling voice. Harry gave her a sympathetic look, “It’s alright you can do it. We’ll get you to the bathroom the second we get off this ride. Ok?” he soothed her. She nodded her head but wasn’t positive she would even last that long. Catie’s squirming only got worse as the ride progressed. She could no longer sit still for even a moment, constantly wiggling and grinding down into the seat in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Her grip on her crotch had somehow gotten even tighter. Harry tried to be encouraging, every so often telling her that it was alright and she could make it. Catie appreciated the support but the longer the ride lasted the less she believed him. Soon it was the beginning of the end. She felt herself leak for a solid few seconds before she could stop it. “H...Harry it’s starting to come out,” she stuttered with a whimper. “It’s okay baby not too much longer. You can hold it, I know you can,” he tried to assure her. “I can’t though, I can’t,” she insisted. She started to tear up as she leaked a second time, this time for even longer. She was sure there must be a wet patch on her shorts by now. Finally the floodgates fully released. Catie released her crotch to bring her hands up to cover her face as she finally lost the battle against her bladder. Piss rushed out of her and the hissing noise of it exiting her strained urethra could just faintly be heard underneath the cheery music. Piss puddled in the seat before cascading down to the ground below as Catie soaked her jean shorts. Feeling absolutely helpless as his girlfriend completely lost control, Harry pet her hair and rubbed her back through it in an attempt to comfort her. Eventually Catie’s flow stopped and tapered off. Harry could faintly hear her crying so he quickly tried to reassure his girlfriend. “Hey baby it’s ok. It’s ok. Here, look at me,” he said, gently pulling her hands away from her face and then his hand on her chin to make her look at him. His heart filled with sympathy for his poor embarrassed girlfriend as he looked at her tear stained face. “It’s ok, Catie. Accidents happen. It’s not a big deal,” he assured her. She nodded her head silently. By the time the ride ended, Catie’s shorts had begun to get cold and clammy. Harry got out first then reached down to help her out as well. She couldn’t help but take a look back at the boat. Her face flamed red when she noticed how large the puddle both in the seat and on the floor was. “Hey don’t look at it, come on,” Harry told her, tugging her along. Quite a few of the people in line whispered and snickered when they saw the state of Catie’s shorts as she walked past but many more simply gave her sympathetic looks. Harry quickly ushered her away until they were clear of the building. “I’m sorry” Catie weakly offered. “Hey don’t be sorry. I tell you what, let’s go in one of the gift shops and see if we can buy you some new shorts to wear ok?” he told her, still speaking gently as if afraid to spook her. “Ok,” Catie quietly responded. “Everything’s going to be okay Catie,” Harry told her confidently with a smile as he began to pull her away towards the shops. A small smile appeared on Catie’s face. “How did I get so lucky?” she wondered. “I love you Harry,” she told him. “I love you too Catie.”
  3. Alltheomorashi

    Bursting News

    Jane stood trembling, legs crossed, voice stuttering to get through an interview. One would think Jane would have gotten used to this kind of humiliating treatment by now but the embarrassment would always be there. “Oh god,” she groans as suddenly the dam bursts and piss goes flooding down her legs, turning her gray slacks dark and forming a puddle around her. Ethan winces behind the camera in sympathy but his dick twitches in his pants in anticipation. It had been a couple months since Jane’s first accident and after each one Ethan would find the time to sneak away and jerk himself off to the sight of her. Today would be no different as he watched the piss cascading down her legs. When her flow stopped and when she finally finished the interview, Ethan shut down the camera. They were outside a small boutique store doing a piece on small business owners. There was one more store they needed to hit before they got home but owner of the store, a kind older woman, had offered to let Jane inside to pick a new outfit to change into. “Do you mind Ethan? I may be awhile,” Jane asked. “Not at all! I’m sure that’ll be better than staying in what you’re wearing. I’ll wait in the van.” he responded. Jane gave him a grateful smile and then followed to woman inside. Ethan meanwhile all but raced to their news van. He quickly climbed into the back and put the gear away. Moments to get off immediately after Jane’s accidents were rare so Ethan wanted to take full advantage. He hurried removed his black shirt, yanked his blue jeans down to his thighs, and then pulled his gray boxers down just enough to free his rock hard erection. He already felt so sensitive as he wrapped his hand around his stiff member and began stroking up and down. He let himself moan without abandon, for the first time not having to worry about staying quiet so Jane wouldn’t find out. He suddenly got an idea. He quickly fumbled for the remote to one of the small monitors inside the van meant for reviewing film. He quickly selected one of the clips of Jane stored in the hardrive and let it play. His eyes stayed fixated to the screen as he pumped himself harder and harder until finally he came on himself with a shout, his cum landing all over his chest. It is at that exact moment that Jane opens the back of the van. She pauses, looking stunned and Ethan is frozen in shock. Jane stares at Ethan, chest covered in his own climax, pants around his thighs, boxers down, and dick still in hand. Her eyes then slide over to the monitor where the clip of her wetting is still playing. Her eyes meet Ethan’s once more. He looks terrified. She slowly steps into the van and then closes the doors behind her. “So you think all this is hot, do you?” she says, a quiet anger underlying her tone. Ethan tried to stutter out an answer but Jane cuts him off. “If you think it’s so hot then maybe you should be the one to get desperate,” she says. She then proceeds to throw him a towel and three water bottles. “Clean up and drink these three down before I file a sexual harassment suit,” she says before climbing into the front passenger seat of the van. Ethan scrambles to obey, quickly wiping off his chest with the towel provided. He then put his shirt back on, pulled back up his jeans and boxers, and turned off the monitor. “I’m sorry I....” he starts but Jane cuts him off again. “Drink.” she commands and Ethan immediately obeys. Jane couldn’t lie, it was really exciting flipping the tables and ordering someone else around. As soon as Ethan was done drinking she made him climb back into the front seat so they could drive to the last store they were meant to. Jane had to admit she was a little disappointed when Ethan appeared to be doing just fine even once they got to the new location and resumed filming. It wasn’t until interviewing the third customer that had walked out of the store that Jane realized not all was right. Ethan looked more tense than usual and when she let her eyes wander lower she could tell that his legs were trembling a little. She realized then that the whole point of Ethan’s job was to keep the camera steady. All the time she had been desperate she could dance around and squirm as she pleased. It was embarrassing but possible. Poor Ethan did not have that same luxury. He couldn’t dance around or really move anything much at risk of messing up the shot. By the time Jane had gotten around to her last interview with the owner she could see sweat beading up on Ethan’s brow. She felt her panties getting damp for a very different reason than usual. Ethan was a strong, tall man and yet there he was with his legs trembling trying to remain stoic, all because that’s what Jane wanted of him. She intentionally dragged the interview out a little longer and was almost disappointed when she realized she had run out of relevant questions and needs to end the interview. Ethan cut off the camera and Jane thanked the owner for their time. When she turned to look back at him she was shocked to see he had a death grip on the camera and soon a dark spot started to form. Jane watched in awe until Ethan managed to regain control and the spot stopped around the size of a softball. He quickly made his way around to the van and Jane followed almost mistificad. “H...help me open the door,” he panted. Jane quickly obliged. The minute he had put the heavy camera down both of Ethan’s hands flew down to squeeze his dick. He quickly crossed his legs and began bouncing in place. “Do you need me to drive?” Jane asked. He quickly nodded and so Jane hopped into the driver seat and waited for him to make his way to the passenger side. As Jane drives her gaze constantly flicks back and forth between the road and her desperate companion. He’s now breathing somewhat heavily, an iron grip on his throbbing cock through his jeans. “Hurry Jane please,” he begs as he crosses one leg over the other. He’s once again holding himself tightly with both hand while he squirms in the seat. When they pull on to the highway Jane quickly navigates into the fast lane and steps on it, trying to get Ethan back to the studio faster. Soon, though, they run into traffic and they come to a standstill. Ethan groans. “I’m sorry Ethan I shouldn’t have made you drink all that water,” Jane apologizes. “I guess it’s what I deserve,” he chuckles wryly. “I mean still. I guess I get it now,” Jane admits blushing. Ethan looks at her stunned before wincing as he feels himself spurt into his boxers again. For awhile they sit in silence. The only sound is the engine idling and Ethan’s heavy breathing. His legs are uncrossed now but he still has a death grip on his member. Suddenly Jane hears a whimper and a hissing noise. Her gaze immediately snaps to Ethan’s crotch where are wet spot is rapidly forming. Ethan’s face flushed red, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washing over him as he empties his poor exhausted bladder into his pants. By the time he’s finished there’s a huge wet spot and he’s sitting in a puddle. Without even thinking or removing her eyes from Ethan’s crotch Jane reaches one hand to grab the one Ethan still had on his member over his jeans. With her other hand she deftly unbuttons And then unzips her own slacks then brings Ethan’s hand towards her. She locks eyes with him, silently asking for permission and when he breathlessly nods she puts his hand down her pants. Ethan gladly takes it from there as Jane puts both her own hands back on the wheel. Ethan slowly rubs her clit causing her to bite her lip. He then brings his hand lower and she gasps as two of his fingers make their way inside her. He makes sure to be slow since they’re still on the highway but the minute they move back on to smaller roads with lower speed limits, Ethan picks up the pace. Suddenly, to his surprise, Jane swerves into a parking lot. She then begins to eagerly rock her hips to the rhythm Ethan’s created with his fingers. He takes that as an invitation to speed up and begins to eagerly finger fuck her until she’s eagerly moaning his name and begging him to go harder and faster. Eventually with one final cry she cums around his fingers. When she catches her breath she turns to look at him. “Do you want to come to my place after work?”
  4. Alltheomorashi

    Bursting News

    Jane stepped out of her car, thermos in one hand, and locked it behind her. She quickly knocked back the rest of the coffee, her third of the morning, and quickly made her way into the building. A very harried Darren raced up to her but before he could say anything Jane just sighed and held up a hand to stop him. “I know I’m late Darren. Save the lecture. I drank three coffees this morning so you’ll still get your little show.” she said as she rolled her eyes. “You already drank? Oh lord” Darren sighed. Jane frowned in confusion. “Is that not what you wanted?” Jane said. “It is usually but not today! Kathy is out sick. I need you to act as anchorwoman today! Those seats are too nice for you to be pissing all over!” Darren groaned frustrated. Ethan couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. He had heard the plan to have Jane step in as anchorwoman and resolved to having a boring workday but in this moment he saw an opportunity. He joined Jane and Darren and cleared his throat. “Well I think Sharon’s daughter is at potty training age. She may have diapers in her car.” Jane scowled while Darren’s face lit up. “You are a genius Ethan!” Darren crowed before racing off to find Sharon. ”Why would you tell him that? He’s going to make me wear a diaper now!” Jane scolded. “It is better that than you having an accident at his precious anchor desk. He’d make you pay for the clean up.” Ethan pointed out. Jane sighed and conceded that he had a point. “Does not mean I have to like it” she pouted. Soon she found herself sitting in a dressing room. She wore only her black blouse. Her panties lay on the counter nearby and in her hands she held a juvenile pull up, covered in butterflies. Darren’s word’s echo in her head. “The butterflies disappear when you use the diaper. Since John is your co anchor he will check during breaks. If he notices anything he’ll signal to Ethan, who will grab you a new diaper.” Jane was about to try and squeeze a quick to bathroom trip in when an intern began pounding at the door to announce that they were going on air soon. She groaned one last time before pulling on the offending garment and then putting her skirt back on. As she walked over to the anchor’s desk, John smirked at her. “I really don’t see the point of wearing that skirt when I’m going to be checking the little baby hasn’t had an accident every commercial break” he teased her. “You’re such a prick” Jane huffed. “I actually think he has a point. Lose the skirt!” Darren declares. Jane blushes but does as told. As she sits down in her seat next to a smirking John, her bladder already feels uncomfortably full. Things get a little easier when Darren leaves for a meeting and they start airing. Being anchor gives Jane plenty of distraction for awhile but soon her bladder is no longer content to be silent and starts making it very known to Jane that it would like to be released. Jane sneaks one hand below the desk to hold herself but the thick padding of the diaper makes the action almost entirely ineffective. John smirks to himself. When the first break comes Jane immediately starts to rise but John quickly pulls her back down. “No time for bathroom breaks between takes,” he tells her smugly. Jane moans and squirms in her seat in earnest. “If you don’t mind I need to do some vocal exercises now” John told her. The glare Jane gave him as she brought her other hand to her crotch and began rocking told John that she did mind, but he didn’t care. He began to make hissing noises at various pitches, causing Jane to groan and squeeze herself even tighter to hold back the flood. Suddenly she hears the countdown to live. She quickly looks up and brings both hands above the table but her face goes pale as a hissing noise rings out. The sound has grown familiar to Jane at this point, but what is new is the thudding, pattering sound of her stream violently the material of the diaper. She stutters her way through it but the combination of relief and humiliation washing over her face is one that viewers have grown quite familiar with. If the look on her face wasn’t evidence enough, the notable lack of fidgeting from her confirmed that Jane had once again wet herself. As the segment continued Jane took solace in one thing, that the diaper at least meant that none of the viewers would get visible confirmation, unlike her previous incidents, or so she thought. “We now will take questions from you, our viewers, on any aspect of our broadcast so far” John said. Immediately the phone began to ring, John hit the button to answer and the voice of two snickering teenage boys plays over the in house speakers. One of the boys manages to control his giggling long enough to ask “Did Jane just wet herself?” Jane flushes scarlet red as John’s grin broadens. “Yes, yes she did!” he merrily replies. Jane quickly reaches over and presses the button to end the call. “Ok next question!” she hurriedly says. Unfortunately for her, the next question was no better. A grumpy old man came on the line next. “My tax money pays for this show and it should not be going into new upholstery for your chairs and carpet because one of your anchors can’t control herself!” he complained. “Don’t worry sir. Jane is just filling in for a sick colleague, and we’ve put her in protection to make sure her lack of control doesn’t cause any damage.” John merrily responded. Jane was mortified and hissed for him to shut up but he ignored her. When the old man asked what kind of protections john was referring to, John was all too happy to announce that Jane was in diapers. When the segment finally ended and the commercial break finally started, Jane dramatically dropped her head onto the table. “Why?” she groaned. “Because it’s fun. Now, Ethan! I think our girl here needs a change” John laughs. Ethan blushes but hurriedly comes over with a fresh pull up. Jane goes to leave but John stops her again. “No time for that. You’ll just have to change here. Don’t worry Ethan will take your dirty diaper,” he jeered. Jane wanted to protest but Ethan quickly intervened. “I’m sorry Jane but he has a point” he told her gently. John openly leered as Jane sighed and began to remove the pull up beneath the desk. Ethan pretended not to be interested but inside his filled with all sorts of perverse thoughts. He watched covertly as Jane’s sex was revealed to him. He handed her the new pull up, taking the old one, and pretended not to be absolutely fixated with the whole process. He could feel himself growing painfully hard in his jeans. Although Jane was too focused on putting on the pull up with minimal embarrassment, Ethan knew John was aware of his arousal when John smirked at him. Ethan cleared his throat and quickly left. He could hear the crew counting back down to the end of the break but only faintly. He had caught a glimpse of Jane’s most private area and even had proof of her lack of bladder control in his very hands. He rushed into a dressing room as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself and then closed and locked the door. He quickly shucked off his jeans and boxers then began to stroke himself earnestly. He leaned on the wall for support as he desperately pulled on his aching member in search of his climax. It only took picturing the look on Jane’s face that had become so familiar to him when she loses control for him to splatter his release on the wall in front of him. He took a moment to catch his breath and clean the wall off before he put his clothes back on. He stepped back out to the main area only to be immediately greeted by an intern. “There you are! We’ve been looking for you! Jane needs another diaper again,”. This job would be the death of Ethan but he wasn’t complaining.
  5. Alltheomorashi

    The Swap

    Hello everyone, after a short hiatus, here is Grant’s side. ————————————————— When Grant woke up, every part of him ached as if he had been hit by a train. He had very little energy and his throat was incredibly sore. “Did Jenna get me sick?” he wondered as he blearily dragged himself out of bed. Something else felt off but he ignored it as he made his way over to the bathroom. He flicked the light on but when his eyes focused on the mirror he was stunned to find Jenna’s green eyes and ginger hair staring back at him. He moved around in the mirror in hopes of revealing some prank but no matter how he turned it was always Jenna’s freckled face he saw, not his own. He heard Jenna’s phone go off so he made his way back over to the bed and saw his own caller ID staring back at him. “Erm, Jenna? Are you-?” “Y...yea” the confirmation was all Grant needed as his mind began spinning. He distantly remembers the rest of the conversation but between the shocking realization that he had swapped bodies with his best friend and the fact he was now ill, he barely registered any of it. Suddenly he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs so he quickly pocketed the phone and climbed back into the bed and buried himself deeper into the covers. “Hi sweetie, I brought you some tea. How are you feeling?” Jenna’s mother cooed as she opened the door. “Still bad,” Grant groaned, quickly thinking of Jenna and how she would act in this situation. Jenna’s mother approached, gently placing a hand to Grant’s forehead and pausing a moment. “You still have a bit of a fever. Let me grab you some Tylenol and orange juice to take it with. After that I need to go to work but you call me if you need anything all right darling?” “Yes- Mom” Grant replied, feeling somewhat odd at referring to Jenna’s mom as if she were his own. Grant sipped on the tea while he waited for Jenna’s mom to return. It soothes his aching throat and made it more bearable. Now that he had adjusted to suddenly feeling ill it no longer was quite as bad, though still rather unpleasant. He gratefully accepted the tray Jenna’s mom returned with, loaded down with toast, orange juice, and the promised tylenol. She kissed him goodbye and left for work, leaving Grant alone in the home. Once he had finished eating and had drank both the mug of tea and the glass of orange juice, grant cautiously stood up out of the bed. He looked around quickly, as if worried he was about to be caught doing something he shouldn’t and then returned to the mirror. You see, although Grant and Jenna’s friendship was just that, a friendship, he had to admit that she was an attractive girl. Her freckles, hair, and eyes were enough to make people glance her way but her body was enough to make them stare. Although she was thin, she had large D cup tits and a shapely ass. Grant knew all of this but had never gotten the opportunity to really stop and appreciate these things. He and Jenna’s friendship had started long before the latter two things had developed yet so he never got the chance to stare. He did now. Jenna had gone to bed in tight gray drawstring shorts and a white tank top. It was a foreign feeling to feel himself growing aroused but no longer have a dick to harden, instead he felt Jenna’s, his?, pussy grow wet and saw his nipples harden. The sight only increased his arousal and with a gulp he couldn’t help but bring one hand up underneath them of the tank to squeeze one of the hardened nubs. He gasped out loud, not anticipating how sensitive he would be. He was starting to rub and circle the nipple when the text tone on Jenna’s phone went off, startling him. He cursed under his breath and pulled out Jenna’s phone and opened the message. He groaned when he read its contents. Of course, it would be just his luck that Jenna would manage to get hard in class. It was almost surreal trying to talk Jenna through her first public erection and then giving her permission to go to the bathroom to masturbate in his body. The more he pictured the surreal image, the hotter it got. He distantly noticed a stirring in his bladder but ignored in, too distracted by the sudden thoughts in his head. He returned to laying down on top of the bed. Jenna has tied the drawstring on the shorts very tightly the previous night but with some effort, Grant was able to slide his hand past the waistband anyway. He was delighted to find that Jenna had apparently gone to sleep with panties on. He closed his eyes and began to picture what must be happening with her at that moment. Jenna rushing out of the classroom in his body, heading to the men’s room and dashing into a stall. It would be his body but her mannerisms, stroking and stroking. She’s never been with a man before, his body would be her first. The thought had him quaking and soon he was fingering himself at a steady pace. He had always thought girls were more complicated to get off but he soon was so immersed in his fantasy that instinct took over his hands. With no one else in the house, he was free to be as loud as he wanted and hearing Jenna’s voice moaning and crying out in pleasure tripled his arousal. Soon it was all too much and he saw stars as his orgasm ripped through him. He panted heavily as he came down. He extracted his hand from the shorts and took a minute to catch his breath, feeling giddy. He wondered if Jenna had the same experience touching herself in his body and found himself getting aroused again when another sensation reared its head once more. Grant had completely forgotten about having to pee and now it felt pretty urgent. He rolled his eyes and leisurely made his way to the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and forced his hand past the waistband of the shorts once more, wincing as doing so put additional pressure on his bladder. It was only then he realized something he had always taken for granted. He couldn’t just ‘whip it out’ to pee. There was nothing to whip out. He groaned as he once more put pressure on his bladder by removing his hand from the tight shorts. He tried to just tug the shorts down but they were tied too tight and all it did was press on his strained bladder. A small gush spurted out, wetting the shorts and making a small dark patch on the gray material. Grant cursed and pressed a hand to his crotch to try and hold back the flood. While Jenna not wearing underwear had been a blessing before, it felt like a curse now since there was no barrier between her quickly exhausting sphincter and her poor shorts. “Oh god, Jenna will kill me if I piss myself” he thought as he danced in place. While one hand gripped his crotch he tried to undo the knot in the drawstring with the other hand but it was no use. He knew it would be a two hand job. He took a steady breath and then let go of his crotch to try and work on the knot with both hands. He started leaking almost immediately after he let go. It started as a small trickle as he fought against the knot but it wasn’t long before he was cursing, still trying futilely to undo the tie as he began pissing himself in earnest. The wet patch grew rapidly across the shorts and a puddle formed below him. Eventually he gave up and just let his poor exhausted bladder empty itself. When the flow had petered out, he re tackled the knot. It took quite some time to finally undo the thing. He then mopped up the puddle with a towel, then kicked off the shorts and took of his shirt. Finally he turned on the shower and hopped in to wash away the evidence of what he’d done.
  6. Hey. I don't know when and if you'll continue the last story you did which was a request from me but out of curiosity what other requests of mine are you thinking of doing if you are doing anymore? You don't have to just curious.

  7. Alltheomorashi

    The Swap

    This is another request from SAM996. Enjoy! _____________________________________ Jenna and Grant had been best friends since they were kids. They did everything together, and planned on going to the same college now that they were in their last year of high school. Their lives had been pretty ordinary so far but all of that was about to change. Jenna had gone home early the previous day because she was feeling sick, so imagine her surprise when she woke up feeling good as new. She blearily opened her eyes only to look around and take in her surroundings. “That’s weird,” she thought, “I don’t remember deciding to sleepover at Grant’s house.” She sat up more in bed and as she started to get her bearings she rapidly realized something was very, very wrong. She swiftly rushed out of bed to go to the in suite bathroom and look in the mirror. Sure enough, it was Grant’s blue eyes and sandy blonde hair staring back at her. In total disbelief she couldn’t help but look down towards her crotch and take a peak into the flannel pajama pants she was wearing. The sight she found there only confirmed her fears. She felt a slight stirring in her, Grant’s? bladder but there was no way she even going to try to deal with that so she ignored it in favor of rushing to grab Grant’s phone off the nightstand. You see, Jenna was a virgin. In fact, looking down into her, or rather Grant’s, pants just now was the first time she had ever even seen a penis. She was hardly prepared to touch one and furthermore it seemed like a violation. She thanked her lucky stars that she and Grant knew the passcodes to each other’s phones as she picked his up and quickly dialed her own phone. Grant swiftly picked up and it was absolutely surreal to hear her own voice speak to her. “Erm, Jenna? Are you-?” he asked. “Y...yea. And I’m freaking out! What do we do?” she asked him frantically. “I don’t know! I guess you just have to play along and go to school until we figure this out. Maybe I can google something?” he responded. “I have to play along? Why aren’t you coming?” she gasped. “I can’t. You’re sick remember? That means now I’m sick. I didn’t realize how bad off you were, geez.” “Oh- yea. Oh man how are we going to do this?” “It’s going to be fine,” Grant reassured her, “we know each other inside and out. We can fake being each other for the day. Ok?” “Ok,” Jenna conceded. They only talked on the phone for a moment more before Jenna heard Grant’s mom calling. She gulped, hung up the phone, and quickly got dressed in her new body. She still refused to look at her new groin anymore, it was too disorienting so she ignored the stirring of her bladder once more before heading downstairs. It turned out Grant had been right. She found it surprisingly easy to pretend to be him as she ate breakfast with his mom. She was so wrapped up in the conversation and maintaining her room that she didn’t even notice that she’d drank two glasses of orange juice. She grabbed the coffee Grant always carried with him and then went to get into his car. Once inside she cursed. How could she forget he drove a stick shift? Luckily, the knowledge on how to drive it seemed to come instinctually, albeit a little slower than Grant probably would do it, and she soon found herself arriving to school. She went to his first period class, and settled into a seat towards the very back, trying to collect herself as she sipped on his coffee. Soon she realized what a mistake she had made. The pressure in her bladder was steadily increasing and she didn’t know what to about it. It was too late for her to leave and try to relieve herself but she was growing pretty desperate. She wiggled around in the chair, hoping that would provide enough relief to at least last her until she could ask permission to run to the bathroom and figure out the mechanics of it. In walked the teacher, Ms. Washington. She was a tall woman with dark hair, an ass that would even make the Kardashians jealous, and a large bosom to match. These were all things Jenna had noticed before but suddenly the sight elicited new feelings within her. As the hour long lecture started slowly but surely Jenna realized what the sensation she was feeling was, arousal. She tried to focus on the lesson instead but that only drew her attention more to the sexy teacher. Although her bladder was absolutely bursting she found her thoughts occupied instead by the growing arousal. Suddenly a new problem really arose. She looked down to her lap and to her horror realized she was hard as a rock. It was such a foreign feeling and she panicked not knowing what to do. She barely touched herself, let alone another man, her best friend no less. She’d certainly never been aroused during a lesson before and even if she had she’d never had to worry about people being able to tell before. Panicked, she pulled out Grant’s phone to text him. She frantically asked him what to do. “Oh god Jenna, you are killing me. Just- try to think of something super unappealing. If you’re not aroused anymore it will go down,” he tried to explain. “I can’t think of anything! It’s really distracting!” she quickly typed back. “Geez ok just, ask to go to the bathroom and you can- fuck. You can take care of it in there,” Grant messaged back. Jenna could feel heat rising to her cheeks. “A...are you sure?” she texted back. “Yes! This is me officially giving you permission just try not to embarrass me ok?” Jenna sent back an ok and tried to resume paying attention to the lesson. She only lasted a little longer before her painful arousal and bladder began to get to her. She let one hand drift down to press on the hard member and nearly gasped out loud at the sensation. She knew she shouldn’t but the feeling had been so good. She couldn’t help but run along the member the smallest bit over the black jeans she’d chosen. Her bladder was dying by this point, but her near painful erection demanded more attention. She knew she shouldn’t and she had promised Grant she wouldn’t embarrass him but no one else was sat close enough to her to notice what she was doing and soon she was stroking herself through the jeans pretty earnestly. At some point, Ms. Washington dropped her chalk on the ground and had to bend down to pick it up. Her skirt rode up, accenting the woman’s shapely bottom and that was it. Jenna bit down on her lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping as she suddenly found herself cumming hard into the black jeans. Grant was going to kill her. As she came down from the orgasm induced high she suddenly became aware of another sensation. Her crotch was very warm. More warm than it should be. To her horror she realized as soon as her first release had finished, a second had started. She was releasing Grant’s bladder into his pants and had no way of stopping it. Grant was really going to kill her now. The jeans were shiny with wetness and she could feel the urine traveling down her leg. “At least the jeans are black,” she thought helplessly. Luckily the flow finished before a large puddle could form, leaving just a small one in the seat. She could do nothing but sit in her wet and sticky underwear and jeans until the bell rang. Then she was very cautious to make sure no one noticed the mess she made as she dug through Grant’s bag until she found something to clean the seat with. Somehow, some way, Jenna managed to clean everything up without anyone catching on. Grant never needs to know, she told herself as she left the classroom and made her way to the bathroom. She’d clean up, change into his gym shorts until the jeans dried, and no one would ever have to know the naughty things she’d just done in class. ______________________________ I originally was going to put what both of them experienced but Jenna’s portion was getting so long I decided to break it up. So if you enjoyed this story, leave a comment and I’ll probably make a sequel in this thread detailing want Grant was doing in Jenna’s body back at her house while she was being naughty in class in his body.
  8. Alltheomorashi

    A Yellow Swan Lake

    For Jimmy Olsen, sorry it took me so long to get to your request! _____________________________________ Playing the lead in her ballet school’s annual production of Swan Lake had been Eleanore’s dream since she first enrolled two years prior. Playing the starring role as a third year was an unprecedented honor and at 21, she would be the youngest to ever play the role. It had been a grueling few months of rehearsals but opening night had finally come. Eleanore stood backstage nervously as she turned to put on her costume. She first pulled on opaque white leggings over her sky blue panties. Next came a white leotard and a tight corset that similarly had a crotch portion that connected the front to back to prevent it from moving as she performed the complicated performance. Finally, she put on her tulle tutu to complete the look. She took a moment to double check her delicate makeup and neatly done bun in the mirror then took a deep breath to head to the stage. She and the other girls tittered excitedly, well, all of them except one. Rachel was a fourth year student who had also tried out for the lead that year. Her hopes had been dashed the previous year, as that of most third years were, and she had assumed the role would be hers. It was her last year at the school, surely the casting director would take that into account! Alas, she had apparently been incorrect and now she held a cold bitterness in her heart for the third year that had stolen such an opportunity from her. As the curtain rose and she and the other dancers made their way onto the stage for the opening number, the requisite smile was pasted on her face but in her mind she only wished misfortune on Eleanore. Little did she know, her wish would come true. Eleanore had felt a small stirring in her abdomen right before the performance but had simply chalked it up to nerves, especially when the sensation seemed to disappear the moment she got on stage. She began to rethink her initial assessment however when the feeling returned soon afterwards. Now Eleanore was a smart girl, and she had always had a policy of going to the bathroom the moment she felt the need to. She hadn’t had an accident since before she was potty trained and so she instinctively started to walk from the wings of the stage to further back when she realized something. She didn’t have that long until she was next needed on stage and that many layers of her costume would be difficult to remove. She sighed but resigned herself to holding until the intermission. The urge had only just started to build after all. She had a perfect track record and highly doubted she would break it. The problem with Eleanore’s logic, however, was that as a side effect of her policy she was unused to having to hold her bladder for very long. The next time she was on stage she began to really feel the weight in her abdomen. Every complicated dance move that she had worked so hard to perfect only served to increase her need but she didn’t let her struggle show. By the time intermission had finally rolled around Eleanore had grown the most uncomfortable she had been in a very long time. She quickly looked around her and, once she had determined the coast was clear, reached down to give her crotch a squeeze. She took several deep breaths and then after she collected herself she began to make her way towards the dressing rooms where the restrooms are. Eleanore had not been as sneaky as she’d thought. Rachel had seen the small show of desperation and saw her opportunity to mess with the girl who had stolen her opportunity to be in the spotlight. So Rachel raced to get to the locker rooms a different route. She managed to get there a little ahead of Eleanore, and turned to her with a fake apologetic smile plastered onto her face. “Sorry! I’ve been dying to go since before the performance. Seriously. I was sure I would wet myself. Can you imagine? Peeing all over the stage? Man I would die. I thought for sure it would all gush out of me. But I’ll stop rambling now, thanks again,” Rachel told Eleanore, wasting as much time with her speech as possible. Since she wasn’t actually desperate, she took her time to remove her costume layer by layer. She decided she may as well use the toilet since she knew the door wasn’t very thick and Eleanore would surely hear the stream from outside. So Rachel plopped down onto the toilet seat and released her bladder into the water waiting below. She was somewhat surprised at how much her bladder had actually contained but knew that was for the better since it made for a louder sounder. She began to moan out relief exaggeratedly to make sure the poor girl outside the door could here. When she had finally finished voiding the contents of her bladder, she once again took her sweet time cleaning herself off and getting redressed. Eleanore was dying outside the bathroom stall. Her eyes remained glued to the clock until she started to hear Rachel’s stream and loud moans of relief from the other side of the door. Her eyes darted back over to the door, round and wide as dinner plates as her own need spiked at the sounds. “That should be me!” she thought, as her traitorous bladder throbbed in agreement. Eventually Rachel emerged, a broad smile on her face. “All yours now!” she said cheerily before looking at the clock and suddenly turning back to Eleanore. “Oh no! It looks like we’re out of time actually! Better head back to the wings, wouldn’t want to miss our cue. You didn’t have to go that badly anyway, right?” Rachel said innocently, before flouncing off before Eleanore could respond. The poor desperate girl moaned in agony the moment she believed Rachel to be out of ear shot, oblivious to the other girl’s evil laughter and intentions. Eleanore took several moments to compose herself as she returned to the wings to wait. She hid her pain behind a composed mask, not daring to let anyone in on her secret agony. Grueling rehearsal schedules and years of practice had taught the young ballerina to hide pain in the midst of performance, although usually it was her feet in pain not her bladder. She used this skill now as each twirl, midair split, lift, and pirouette made her bladder protest violently. During one particularly high kick she felt the first leak force its way out of her quickly tiring bladder. The gusset of her blue panties was immediately soaked and it took every ounce of the poor girl’s willpower not to let her mortification show on her face. The next leak came during a large dramatic turn while she was in center stage. She felt several spurts force their way out until she could feel that the liquid had managed to make its way to the fabric of the tights right around her crotch. She survived the grand finale only barely, another spurt making its way out then but she couldn’t even run off then because she had to make her bows. Every moment was agony for the poor girl and when the curtains finally closed she didn’t stick around to talk to the others. Rachel followed as Eleanore took off running towards the dressing rooms once more. By the time Rachel caught up she was incredibly pleased to find Eleanore, her tutu hastily discarded to the side, frantically pee dancing in place with one hand buried in her crotch and the other trying desperately to undo the knot of the corset behind her. Rachel watched the poor girl struggle for awhile before once again feigning innocence and saying “You look like you’re struggling there. Need help?” Eleanore’s head jerked around to stare at Rachel, face burning red at having been caught doing something so unbecoming. Rachel’s surprise entrance had triggered yet another leak and Eleanore knew that the leak had managed to wet the gusset of both the leotard and the crotch portion of her corset. By this point she knew she was rapidly losing the battle so she swallowed her pride and accepted Rachel’s offer of help. Rachel loved every minute as she pretended to struggle to undo the knot Eleanore had made to secure the corset. She would occasionally offer insincere words of reassurance as Eleanore squirmed and twisted her legs together, both hands now firmly planted in her crotch. Eventually Rachel decided she had had her fun and began to actually try and undo the knot. Once she’d done so successfully she unlaced it and was about to tell Eleanore as much when she suddenly heard the girl release a long, embarrassed moan. Rachel could only stare in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of her. Eleanore trembled in place gripping her crotch harder for only a moment until she realized it was no use and there was no way she would be able to stop the flow. She switched tracks and instead yanked off the corset, revealing a quickly growing wet patch on her leotard. Before she could even try to remove the leotard she fully lost control and resigned herself to it. She buried her face in her hands as the dam fully burst and she began flooding her panties, tights, and leotard in earnest. The multiple layers caused the golden liquid to pool rather high up before it cascaded down her legs, leaving a very large wet patch around her crotch and up both the front and back of the garment. Wet tracks appeared wide and obvious as they raced down her tights before the liquid finally escaped out onto the floor and formed a large puddle. Rachel watched on in delighted wonder at the spectacle before her. When Eleanore’s flow finally stopped, Rachel couldn’t help but throw in a jab, snidely saying “I knew you were young to play the part but I didn’t think you were that young.” Eleanor blushed bright red, trying to stammer out an excuse but Rachel waved her off. “Don’t worry your secret is safe with me for now, but if you’re going to dance in the big leagues you may want to get potty trained first,” the older girl scoffed before leaving Eleanore in her mess. Eleanore could only nod in defeat as she watched Rachel walk away. After a moment standing in there in the puddle of her own urine, practically drenched from the waist down, she eventually snapped out of her embarrassed fog. Eventually with a resigned sigh, she removed the rest of her costume, cleaned up the best she could, and then got to work cleaning up after herself.
  9. This story was a prompt from Sam996 so you can thank him for the idea! Hopefully it delivers as well as he hoped for. ——————————————— The whole thing was stupid really. Chelsea hadn’t even wanted to do the stupid prank. Absolutely nothing about graffitiing her neighbor’s house appealed to her, no matter how uptight and obnoxious the man was. But Brittany had insisted it would be fun and so Chelsea, against her better judgment, listened. Now the two sat in a holding cell, waiting to get their one phone call so they could beg one of their friends to come bail them out. “This is all your fault,” Chelsea whined morosely. “You’re being over dramatic. I’m just going to call Bill and he’ll come bail us out soon,” Brittany rolled her eyes. “Soon isn’t soon enough Britanny! I have to-“ Chelsea quickly looked around the room then lowered her voice and whispered until brittany’s ear, “you know- I have to go,”. “Oh my god there’s literally a toilet right there Chels,” “I can’t use that! It’s all out in the open. Everyone could watch,” “Then hold it. Just stop complaining. Before you know it we’ll be Scott free, and I swear I won’t harass you to do dumb shit with me for at least another couple days,” Brittany finally told her before one of the guards came over to let Brittany know it was time for her phone call. Chelsea now sat alone and uneasy. She was clad in black spandex leggings and a short sleeved black tee shirt because it was supposed to be a stealthy outfit. While a great idea at the time, it meant that the cold air of the cell was really getting to her, causing her to shiver. She had also worn a little white thong beneath her leggings to avoid pantylines although she now felt a little silly for doing so. After all of the goal we’re to not be seen then she probably could’ve aimed for comfort instead of style but it was too late to change that now. It felt as if Brittany were taking forever as Chelsea crossed one leg over the other and began to bounce her leg. When she finally did return, Chelsea was eager for the distraction from her increasing desperation that she felt was beginning to draw suspicious glances. “Have you still not gone?” Brittany asked. When Chelsea shook her head no Brittany balked at her. “Why not? You clearly have to go pretty badly,” Brittany pointed out. “There’s no way I’m going out in the open like that,” Chelsea huffed, even as she began to squirm in her seat. “There’s literally only one other person in here,” Brittany began, pointing to the woman in question on the other side of the cell. “Yes but one person is enough! Plus all the guards can see in here!” Chelsea squeaked. “Geez, it’s really nothing to worry about, let me show you,” Brittany declared, standing up. Chelsea’s eyes went wide when she realized what her friend was about to do. The already heavy weight of her bladder seemed to increase ten fold as she watched her friend make her way over to the small toilet in the corner. She couldn’t help but stare as Brittany proceeded to pull down her gray jeans and blue panties and plop down on the toilet, sighing a bit in relief as she released her own bladder. Chelsea simultaneously couldn’t watch and couldn’t look away as the sound of Brittany lightly relieving herself floated towards her ears and the look of Brittany deflating just the slightest bit, exposed to the world as she was, filled her sight. No one else seemed to pay Brittany any mind but the sight was torture for poor Chelsea’s bladder which spasmed in reaction. She yelped and moaned, shoving her hands into her crotch, as a large leak burst out of her bladder. It sailed easily through her thong and was only barely deterred by the spandex, causing the metallic sound of liquid hitting the metal bench beneath her to ring out briefly and the material of her leggings to grow wet and shiny at the crotch. After Brittany had wiped herself off and pulled back up her pants and underwear she made her way over to Chelsea, she opened her mouth to say something but paused in her tracks when she noticed Chelsea’s state. She decided to change tactics and bent down in front of Chelsea, making the poor desperate girl meet her eyes. “Chelsea, you’re going to have to use the toilet or else you’re going to wet yourself,” she told her gently. “I don’t want ta,” Chelsea responded petulantly. At this, Brittany gave up with a sigh and simply said alright, retaking her seat. Chelsea suffered through for another ten minutes, getting side eyed looks from both Brittany and her other cell mate whenever she’d leak and let out a little whimper as a result. At that point she could no longer take it and announced as much as she waddled over to the toilet, both hands gripping onto her crotch to hold back the flood. The back of her leggings were noticeably shiny from the leaking she’d done and she’d left a small puddle in her seat. She struggled for a moment while she was trying to remove her garments and relieve herself before finally managing to pull down her wet leggings, giving up on her thong and pissing straight through it into the toilet. All of the pressure made for a torrent and all of the guards who hadn’t already begun watching Chelsea out of morbid curiosity couldn’t help but look at the source of the loud hissing and splattering noises that came from Chelsea’s relief. They were all so transfixed that they missed another guard bringing in Chelsea and Brittany’s friend Bill to release them with him since he had paid their bail. Bill could only stare as well as Chelsea’s stream finally petered out. “Thank God,” Chelsea moaned only to bring her eyes up and notice everyone staring at her, including Bill. Her face turned absolutely scarlet and she remained frozen on the toilet for a moment, before finally recovering enough to quickly wipe herself as dry as she could and then pull back up her wet leggings with a wince. The guard who had accompanied Bill awkwardly made his way over to the cell, unlocked it, and gestured for her and Brittany to exit. “You both are uh free to go. Your bail’s been posted,” he told them, cheeks a ruddy red color as he avoided eye contact with Chelsea. If his eyes did dart towards her crotch one or two times, well, no one noticed enough to comment on it. As Chelsea, Brittany, and Bill made their way out of the police station, Brittany suddenly broke the quiet saying “Ok, maybe I’ll wait a whole two weeks to drag you out to do some dumb shit,”. Although the comment earned her a glare, it also broke some of the tension in the air between the three of them and by the time they were driving back home, the whole event had solidified itself in all of their heads as a memory not to be soon forgotten.
  10. Alltheomorashi

    Accepting Requests

    I typically don’t do fandom work, I like writing original characters because it gives me more flexibility with writing their responses since I’m not trying to imitate another character. If I don’t recognize the fandom though you can send a description of the character and I can work with that. Like I said a large part of this is it’ll be interesting to write stuff I typically don’t or wouldn’t come up with myself. No need to pay me!
  11. Alltheomorashi

    Accepting Requests

    I’m not sure people know my writing enough to even be interested in this in all honesty ? but I am looking for inspiration for my next fiction story so if anyone wants to comment here stories they would potentially want me to write for them that would be great. I also think it would be fun to try and write an idea that wasn’t my own in general so. If anyone is interested you can either comment here or message me and I’ll try to post your story super soon! Edit to define some boundaries: I don’t write furry content and I absolutely will not write things with underage characters. I don’t have many hard and fast rules but that is one of them. Even if what they are doing isn’t explicitly sexual, this is a fetish site and thus people use it to satisfy sexual fantasies so I don’t want to write underage characters into that.
  12. Alltheomorashi

    Bursting News

    Jane hated her job. She loved being a reporter but she truly hated her job. When her producer had said she should get desperate more often he had meant it. It was good for ratings, which meant the studio loved it and wanted to ride the gimmick for as long as it would interest the audience. Which is how Jane finds herself in tight, very light gray slacks, a low cut white blouse, and black flats chugging down three bottles of water in her dressing room. The studio had given her a very generous raise after that fateful show but with it came the stipulation that she had to be desperate whenever she was on air. Not only that, but whatever she wore had to make it obvious if she were to leak or have a full blown accident. Ethan, on the other hand, loved his job. He would never admit it but getting to routinely see Jane bursting with desperation was the best thing that had happened to him in his entire professional career. Jane didn’t wet herself every time, in fact it was a poorly kept secret that many of the residents kept betting pools on whether Jane would wet herself or not on a given day. In fact, Jane hadn’t had a full accident since that first time. Despite this, Ethan always ended his work day painfully hard. He had avoided having to relieve that ache while still on the job so far but he still always made sure to wear dark pants just in case. The story of the day was at a water park of all places. Of course it was. The park was being investigated due to a possible health code violation and so Jane was tasked to talk to both explain the details of the accusations and talk to the owner to get his side of the story. Much to the owner’s dismay, interviewees weren’t permitted to place bets, since they had direct influence on the outcome, but he took solace in the fact that he was likely to witness an accident first hand with all of the rushing water sounds that would be happening in the background. As they arrived at the park, Jane could already feel that her bladder was filling. “Today’s going to be a long day,” she sighed. She was frankly surprised her bladder was already feeling the pressure until she thought back over her morning. Oh god, she’d been such an idiot. She had been out late the night before grabbing drinks with an old friend of hers who was in town for only a couple days. They’d drank too much for a weeknight and Jane had woken up with a horrible hangover that only copious amounts of coffee could remedy. Jane came to the horrifying realization that the liquid currently entering her bladder probably wasn’t the water at all. It quite probably was all the coffee she’d needed to recover from her night out, the water likely wasn’t to come for awhile. She cursed her irresponsibility as she already felt the need to fidget slightly while Ethan attempted to get set up so once they went on air sound wouldn’t be drowned out by the water rushing outside the van. Jane wanted to die. She was already feeling it in the quiet safety of the van. Standing in front of the water park with the sounds of water rushing in the background was going to be agony. She delayed getting out of the car for as long as possible until she noticed Ethan waving her outside quickly. She realized she was moments away from going live so she hurried out of the van and into position in front of the park. She had just enough time to straighten out any wrinkles in her blouse before the little red light indicating that they were rolling clicked on. “We’re live here from the water park in question where concerns about the safety of the park have recently sparked controversy in our small town. Joining me now is the owner of the park, Harold Grayson,”. Jane spoke, gesturing to the man in question. “Tell me about what’s going on Harold,” Jane said turning to the man in question. “I’m glad you asked Jane. The allegations are truly ridiculous. I’ve been running this park for years, no issues. Now suddenly everyone is up in arms. Here, let me show you the areas that are supposedly hazardous,” the owner declared before quickly marching off deeper into the park. Jane cursed under her breath then quickly went to follow. They soon reached a small whirlpool area. The rushing water caused a surge in Jane’s bladder and her minor discomfort escalated to a concerning level. At this rate she’d Barkley manage to even get halfway through the interview, let alone last the whole thing with her dignity in tact. Ethan noted the brief look of concern that flashed across Jane’s face. “Interesting,” he thought, “she’s more uncomfortable than she usually is this early on,”. His dick twitched in anticipation. The owner continued to rant about how slanderous the accusations were as Jane attempted to subtly cross her legs. Of course everyone watching knew what that meant and many at home were eager to see if they would finally see something of the same scale as that first accident. Soon poor Jane had to scamper off again as the owner moved to another part of the park to try and further prove his point. This particular section was in front of one of those giant buckets of water that would slowly fill only to suddenly dump its contents out all in a rush. Jane’s bladder could relate. As the bucket slowly filled, desperation increased. The sound of the water gushing out of the faucet above the bucket was absolute torture and it wasn’t long before, much to the amusement of everyone watching, Jane was noticeably squirming in place. Jane bit her lip as the owner continued to talk. When the owner finally stopped speaking, the bucket tipped over and water came crashing down over the other structures of the waterfall. Jane was trembling, hopping from foot to foot the slightest bit, thighs pressed firmly together, and squirming as if her life depended on it. Her segment here was nowhere near done and she already was fit to burst. As the sound died down Jane knew this was supposed to be the moment where she asked questions but when she opened her mouth to do just that all that came out was a moan as she suddenly doubled over, firmly shoving her hands into her crotch to try and stop what was already inevitable at this point. The owner watched in amused fascination as a hissing sound echoed and Jane’s slacks turned dark. Her stream seemed to last forever and left a puddle beneath her. When her flow finally ended and Jane was panting just slightly from the effort of the hold and subsequent release, the owner finally looked at her with a slight smirk on his face and said “Shall we continue with the interview now?” Jane’s head snapped up to meet his gaze, her face redder than a tomato, and gave a stiff nod. She straightened up and continued the interview, stuttering slightly as she tried to stave off the utter humiliation and the panic caused by the realization that her relief was short lived as the water she’d been forced to drink at the studio started to fill her only recently emptied bladder. She managed to finish the interview in only mild discomfort but, unfortunately, the segment wasn’t over. She was now supposed to talk to the parents visiting the park with their kids to see why they’d chosen to continue coming despite the health and safety concerns. Every interview she initiated she saw the parents’ eyes dart down to her soaked crotch and then back up to her eyes. One mom had even recommended diapers, much to Jane’s chagrin. Her bladder had once again reached a point of desperation as she began to interview a single father who was there with his young children. She couldn’t help but fidget where she stood as her need increased, despite her desire to try and keep things underwraps, los the to wet herself twice on camera in one day. The father paused midsentence to ask “Again?” and Jane’s cheeks flared impossibly red. “Why don’t you tell us why you’re unbothered by the safety concerns,” Jane responded, choosing to ignore the question entirely. As the father began to explain, Jane began to contemplate her options. Since her pants were already soaked, perhaps she could get away with releasing a little bit out into her pants without anyone noticing. To test out her theory she released the tiniest squirt, only to realize that the interviewee was indeed none the wiser. Confident in this new approach she let out another small spurt as she asked a follow up question. As Jane moved on to her final interviewer and began asking the questions she had before she felt the pressure mounting again, seemingly 10 fold of what it was before. Fearful of this sudden pressure she immediately attempted to release a small amount into her already wet pants. The pressure eased as her small leak soaked into the already damp fabric but Jane was horrified to realize that she couldn’t clamp off the flow. She kept trying futilely, trying to take solace that hopefully no one could tell but as her bladder concluded that it no longer was satisfied with smaller respites, it unleashed its full fury. Another hissing sound could be heard and soon the already large wet spot was growing once again and a new puddle was forming at her feet. The interviewee tried to hold it back but a snicker still slipped past as Jane soaked herself for the second time in as many hours. “And back to you all in the studio,” Jane concluded morosely, in complete disbelief of her luck. Ethan was simultaneously in heaven and hell. His hard on was downright painful in his pants and as soon as he could he slyly moved the camera to cover the crotch in his pants where an obviously bulge must surely be visible. “Your change of clothes is in the back,” he told Jane somewhat breathlessly. He scrambled into the car and closed firmly the privacy wall that the station had installed in he and Jane’s van so she could change after segments. As Jane tried to save her wounded pride in the back of the van, Ethan hurriedly unzipped his pants. He was incredibly thankful that he had chosen a deserted part of the parking lot in the very back to park in, under the guise of ensuring maximum privacy for Jane. He quickly yanked down his jeans, uncaring of the possibility of a mess, and shoved his hands into his boxer briefs. He felt no need to make things last, he desperately craved release, knowing he could take his time later tonight. He quickly moved his hand up and down his hard length until he was biting back a cry of pleasure and spilling into his underwear. Luckily it was contained into his briefs so he quickly pulled his jeans back on and then buckled his seat belt, no one the wiser to his lewd actions as he pulled out of the parking lot. Ethan really loved his job.
  13. Alltheomorashi

    All Tied Up

    George noticed Sarah long before he actually met her. Her small bladder had always caused her trouble and while she thought she always escaped anyone discovering so, George always noticed whenever it happened in his presence. He witnessed Sarah in extreme desperation 5 times and saw her wet herself 3 times before he decided that she was indeed just the kind of girl he had been looking for. George saw his perfect opportunity in the form of a frat party celebrating the end of finals. Sarah and all of her friends were incredibly attractive so he had no difficulty convincing his roommates to invite them over for a pregame. George used his charm to talk her up, subtly making sure her cup stayed full. Not always with alcohol of course, he didn’t want to get her sloppy drunk. He just wanted to get her bladder full. He quickly noticed it working. Being in an unfamiliar environment meant Sarah would need to ask where the bathroom was, something George of course anticipated and why he insisted the pregame be at he and his friends’ apartment instead of at Sarah’s dorm. Every time Sarah opened her mouth to ask, George would quickly cut her off, knowing she wouldn’t be bold enough to interrupt him to ask for the bathroom. He noticed the moment her need was beginning to grow dire. Her eyes kept darting around the apartment in search for the bathroom, she had more trouble maintaining the conversation, and her legs were crossed right. George was seriously struggling to contain himself. Her little black dress had ridden up her thighs, revealing pale flesh, and George tried not to let it distract him. He was on a mission, after all. Sarah opened her mouth one last time but this time was interrupted by the announcement that it was time to leave the apartment. With a grimace she stood, now desperately wishing she hadn’t worn heels, as she, George, and their friends made their way out of the apartment and began walking towards the party. George may have pretended to be oblivious to Sarah’s plight, but in reality he relished in it. By the time they reached the frat house and stepped inside, Sarah was trembling. “Are you ok?” he asked her, leaning down to whisper in her ear as he did so and instilling his voice with fake concern. “Just need to r...run to the bathroom,” Sarah stuttered. “Oh, I’ve been here before I think it’s this way,” George supplied, intentionally going a circuitous route through parts of the house not necessarily meant for the party goers. A small whimper from Sarah told him she had probably just leaked. He smirked to himself before replacing it with an encouraging smile and turning to Sarah. “Almost there!” he promised. George knew Sarah must be cursing her outfit choice. Her dress was so tight that the only way she could hold herself is if she were to hike it up to her waist so her only option was to try and press her thighs together while teetering on her heels. They were right outside the bathroom door farthest from where the party was, so no other partygoers were around and the hallway was brightly lit, unlike downstairs. George turned back only to see a trembling Sarah hang her head in shame and look down. George had seen her wet herself from afar enough times to know what that meant. His eyes filled with glee and a grin stretched across his face as he watched piss start flowing down Sarah’s legs, slowly escalating until it became a full on flood. He watched as she created a puddle beneath her and by the time she finished, he pasted on a sympathetic look so when Sarah brought her head up he seemed trustworthy. Like he wouldn’t share her secret and he could be trusted to help her now. “Come on Sarah, let’s get you cleaned up in the bathroom,” he offered, reaching out a hand which she gratefully took. He led her into the bathroom, closed the door behind them, and then before Sarah could protest pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her lower half. George’s gaze fixated on the small black thong Sarah was wearing. “No wonder she left such a puddle, those wouldn’t absorb anything would they,” heorge thought. Sarah started to whimper so he shushed her quietly. “Hey, hey don’t worry. Why don’t you clean yourself up while I find you some new underwear. Okay?” Sarah nodded sheepishly, face flaming red. As George left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, he knew exactly where to head. One of the brothers had recently had to let his younger brother stay the night, a brother young enough to still be wetting the bed. George tipped into the appropriate room, grabbed one of the diapers still there, and then headed back to the bathroom. When he walked in, Sarah was anxiously waiting for him. “Good,” he thought, “she trusts me,”. He screwed his face into what he hoped was an apologetic expression before passing the diaper. “This was all I could find that would fit you. I’m sorry,” he told her. “I can’t wear a diaper! Geez, I’m a senior in college,” she protested. “A senior in college who had an accident. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone and we can head straight back to my place after you change. No one has to know,”. Sarah had a long internal debate before finally sighing and accepting the diaper. George pretended to cover his eyes as Sarah hiked her dress back up, revealing her naked ass and pussy to him before diapering herself. George noted her struggle as a small part of him thought, “she’ll get used to it soon enough,”. He made a show of ‘uncovering’ his eyes when she was redressed and told him he could then held his hand out to hers. “Let’s get out of here,” he told her. She nodded her head in relief, unaware of what would be in store for her, not just the rest of that night, but for years to come.
  14. Alltheomorashi

    The Doctor Will See You Now

    Amy’s foot tapped nervously against the sterile linoleum floors of the doctor’s office. Her appointment was supposed to be an hour ago but the waiting room has been packed and it felt as if the nurses were calling every name but hers. The air conditioning easily penetrated her white button down and goosebumps were clearly visible on her legs since her tight, light gray, work skirt left them mostly exposed. Her eyes kept darting hesitantly over towards the bathroom door. Every time they did she couldn’t help but think of all the liquids she’d consumed that day. A few cups of coffee and then several bottles of water to combat the dehydration coffee inevitably brought about. She had left work without using the bathroom because she had assumed this visit would be quick. She was paying the price for that rationale now. She dreaded to get up and relieve herself for fear that her name would be called while she was gone and she’d lose her place in line. Right as her need escalated enough to make her squirm in her seat, her name was finally called. She stood up quickly and instantly regretted it when the motion momentarily put more pressure on her bladder, but even still she did her best to not give away her urgent need. The nurse led her to an empty room before turning to her and passing her one of those hospital gowns with the open back. “Please remove your clothes and bra then put this on. Afterwards feel free to take a seat and the doctor should be with you shortly,”. Amy waited until the door had closed firmly behind the nurse and then took several moments to steel herself. She knew her aching bladder would not appreciate the strain that undressing would cause her and so she tried to strengthen her resolve before beginning the process. She removed her button down first, knowing the garments on her body would be the least painful to remove. Her plain white bra followed shortly afterwards. Now she was filled with apprehension. She kicked off her heels with relative ease but the tightness of her skirt would require her to shimmy out of it. She took a deep breath before unzipping the skirt and beginning to tug it off, thus having to bend progressively lower as her skirt work its way down her legs. She couldn’t help but moan as her skirt finally made its way to her ankles, a decent sized squirt hitting her pink panties. She quickly stood up, slightly panicked, and grabbed her crotch to prevent another leak. Only once she was positive she had regained control did she remove her hands, step out of her skirt, and don the hospital gown. The paper on the examination table crinkled as she sat on it. She continued to squirm the slightest bit as she waited eagerly for the doctor’s arrival. After several more minutes had passed she had begun to squirm more frantically and crossed her legs. She quickly ceased such activities when the doctor finally entered several more minutes afterwards. To her dismay, the doctor was an attractive fellow and had to have been right around her age. While she would typically enjoy having such eye candy around, especially one that would be examining her near naked body, she dreaded the thought of humiliating herself in front of such a gorgeous man. She understood nothing as he attempted to explain what he was going to do as part of her physical because her concentration was solely on her aching bladder and making sure she didn’t release it all over the table. Suddenly she felt the cold of his stethoscope sliding around her back. She did her best to breathe as instructed but she couldn’t hide the tension in her body from the doctor’s keen gaze. “I know doctor’s visits can be scary but I promise I won’t bite. Lighten up!” the doctor said as he attempted to console her. She tried to do as he asked but the minute she relaxed a bit she felt a hot jet of urine force its way into her panties. Her face flames red although it seemed the momentarily spurt had not managed to make its way through the barrier of her underwear. She sighed in relief when the doctor removed the stethoscope only to be filled with dread once more when she realized he was to test her reflexes. Part of her attempts to hold had involved keeping her thighs tightly pressed together but the reflex test would require her to separate them. She tried to subtely take deep breaths to prepare herself but even that wasn’t enough. While she did manage to spread her legs, the first tap and subsequent reaction was enough to cause another spurt to leak out of her quickly tiring bladder. This time it passed through her panties, the jet crinkling the paper when it landed. The doctor seemed to take no notice until it happened again after he tapped her second leg. Even then he only gave her a peculiar look before shrugging it off and beginning his examination. At this point poor Amy was shaking, her urethra quivering as its hold threatened to break. She was entirely unaware now of the doctor’s ministrations. She could feel when his hands would poke or prod her but her attention was entirely on her poor, overextended bladder. A slight hissing could be heard for a moment and the paper crinkling once again when another leak forced its way out of her. Once again the doctor shot a peculiar look Amy’s way. “Alright Amy I will be right back,” he told her, shooting one last glance her way before exiting the room. Almost as soon as he was gone Amy’s poor bladder finally gave out. She could do nothing but cover her face and try not to cry as an audible hissing noise filled the room, a telltale crinkling as her stream hit the table, and then the splattering noise as her urine dripped from off the table onto the floor below. The doctor returned to find her there in that same position, piss cascading out of her and onto the floor. Eventually her flow subsided and the only sound in the room was the slow drips going from the table to the floor. There was a pause, the air heavy with tension. Eventually the doctor awkwardly cleared his throat, causing a chagrined Amy to lift her head and look at him shame faced. “So you’re erm. All good physically,” the doctor told her. Amy nodded her head and stood up, cringing at the feeling of her wet panties and also at the wet spot that had formed on the front of the hospital gown. The doctor turned to walk away, opened the door, only to pause there for a moment and turn back to her. “You may want to come back another time and get your bladder checked out though,” the doctor finally blurted out before swiftly leaving the room. As Amy stewed in her misery inside the room, the doctor made his way down the hallway clearly flustered. Eventually a nurse, spotting his expression, stopped him, a slow smile growing on her face. “Another one pissed themselves didn’t they?” the nurse asked, suppressing a laugh. The doctor nodded “Fourth fucking one this week,” he lamented. The nurse burst out laughing, patting the doctor on the back in a vaguely comforting gesture before she continued down the hall, her laughter not ceasing for a moment. The doctor shook his head and heaved a sigh before walking off to deal with his next patient.
  15. Alltheomorashi

    All Tied Up

    Part 3! —————————————————— Sarah, woke up from her deep sleep in a lavish room with a large, comfortable bed and ornate decoration. She stretched before making her way to the next room over where she went to pick out her outfit for the day. This room was threadbare. Although the decoration was similarly opulent, there was no bed and the drawers looked as if they’d only recently been stocked. I’m any case, Sarah walked into the room, peeling off her pink pajamas to trade them out for a pair of pink panties and a black bra before walking over to the closet. There too, it looked as if the clothes had just been placed inside. She put on a pair of gray spandex shorts that hugged her figure nicely and black leather crop top as a shirt. She paired it with black heels before going to the mirror to fix up her hair. As she descended the stairs to the basement she was already brainstorming up new ways to torture Jason’s bladder. By the time she opened the door and shut it behind her she was in good enough spirits to not have heard the faint rumbling of an engine pulling into the drive. She flicked on the lights and her eyes went with shock until she had processed the sight in front of her. Jason was stood, still cuffed to the wall save for one hand, naked, with his thighs covered in his own piss and his upper body from the chest up covered in the evidence of his climax. It was just like that first night Sarah had tied him up, but made all the better because this time Jason had gotten off by his own volition. Jason gulped at the sight of Sarah stood before him. He knew he was a mess. He had woken early with a bad case of morning wood and unabashedly fixed the problem by stroking himself to completion. This had only added to the mess he’d made in the middle of the night. Sarah looked delighted and opened her mouth to unleash more of her snarky wit, Jason was sure, but before any words could be uttered, a male voice Jason hadn’t heard before suddenly rang out “well what do we have here?” Sarah’s eyes went round as dinner plates as she spun to face the man who’d just entered the room. The man was easily a few inches taller than Jason, had a clean shaven face and chiseled jaw, and between his facial features and the suit he was wearing, he exuded the aura of a confident business man quite unfamiliar with the feeling of not getting what he wanted when he wanted it. The man slammed the door closed behind him and began to approach Sarah. “George! I erm was not expecting you back so soon!” Sarah said nervously, slowly backing away from the approaching man. “I can see that. I don’t think that outfit meets the guidelines of your approved wardrobe,” George growled. Jason watched on in interest at the sudden appearance of a submissive side to Sarah, waiting to see how this would play out and hoping to receive more answers in the process. Sarah seemed to be trembling as her back hit the wall. “Care to explain yourself?” the intimidating man demanded as he looked over her. Sarah only stuttered until, to Jason’s elation and surprise, a small dark patch began to grow on the crotch of Sarah’s shorts. The spot grew steadily and soon golden streams were making their way down a frightened Sarah’s legs. “This is precisely why you have an approved wardrobe,” George said dismissively. Jason’s dick had twitched eagerly at the sight of Sarah losing control the same way she had made him do so and couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as the tables turned. “What the hell are you smiling about? Clearly you’re as bad as she is, look at you,” George scolded him. Jason’s smile instantly dropped off his face. He had assumed that George would be his savior but he was beginning to think if anything he was in even more trouble. Suddenly a lightbulb seemed to go off in George’s head. He took Sarah by the arm and pulled her towards the center of the room but only a few feet away from Jason. “Since you clearly are enjoying yourself Jason,” he sneered mockingly, “then for every half hour you hold Sarah has to remove an article of clothing,”. “What if I’m still holding by the time she’s naked?” Jason asked. “I highly doubt we’ll need to worry about that. Now clean yourself up.” George says, eyeing Jason’s disheveled State and then passing him a wet towel. Jason obliged and George released him from the cuffs on the wall, then tossed him a pair of boxer briefs, jeans, and a simple tee shirt. After being given 3 bottles of water, George alerted Jason that his time had started. With full mobility Jason skated his way through the first thirty minutes by simply pressing his thighs together. He wasn’t sure if the thrill that came from watching Sarah remove her shirt, exposing her ample chest and bra to him came from arousal or satisfaction that she’d become just as much of a victim as him. At an hour in Jason started to really feel the weight of his bladder. He had to hold himself if he wanted to stop himself from squirming as he tried to breath through the pain. He felt the warm liquid inside his bladder churning around as the third bottle of water really hit his bladder, filling up the tank completely. Jason was tempted to give up but one look at Sarah’s face as she blushed red and removed her shorts gave him the motivation to continue. Sarah’s pink panties has a large wet spot that extended halfway up the panties both in front and back. Even better, they were still dripping the slightest bit. Jason felt his dick twitch but he told himself now wasn’t the time and focused on holding in the flood instead. At one and a half hours, Jason was squirming with a hard grip on his throbbing penis. Sarah was growing worried now, she knew George well and thus knew her punishment wouldn’t end with this stripping game. Desperation was surely in store for her too and at this point it was only a matter of what she would be permitted to wear as her bladder was tested. So yes, Sarah was apprehensive and her hands shook the slightest as she reached up behind her back and unfastened her bra, removing it so her boobs were now completely on display. She went to cover them with her arms but a strict word from George informed her no such covering of her modesty would be allowed. Her hands were to remain at her sides and her legs to stay shoulder with apart. Jason stared openly at Sarah’s chest, the momentary distraction causing him to leak into his underwear for a short second. He immediately refocused and got himself under control. “Come on just last thirty more minutes and you will get to see her naked,” he told himself. He felt he was nearing bursting point but forced his body to obey him, “. When he made it to 2 hours he was ecstatic and watched eagerly as a mortified Sarah was forced to shed her panties and thus completely reveal herself to his hungry gaze. Jason could not believe his eyes. Sarah was completely clean shaven, giving him an unobstructed view of her still dripping pussy as she clenched and unclenched her firsts at her sides in order to resist the temptation of covering herself with her hands. Jason couldn’t help how hard he got at the sight and his dick noticeably strained against his jeans. “I didn’t think you would make it this far Jason. Especially with the state I saw you in earlier. Make it another half hour and I’ll let you touch her,” George congratulated him. Just the thought of that scenario drove him wild and as Jason danced around, dick firmly in hand, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine himself burying his fingers in her vagina and finger fucking her until her climax. He began to rub himself over his jeans, using it as a tool to help him hold. He knew he would release the pent up urine that begged to be released as soon as he reached completion but as long as that happened after the 2.5 hour mark he could not care less. The next thirty minutes were a combination of completed agony and staggering arousal as Jason held back the torrent angrily fighting to get past his bladder muscles. Every time he felt his arousal starting to wane due to the severity of his desperation, he reimagined his potential reward and once again he began to edge toward climax. Immediately after George called out that 2.5 hours had passed, Jason realized his fantasy would soon come true and his eyelids shot open. The minute he laid eyes on Sarah’s horrified face and nude form he came hard into his jeans. He panted out his relief simply letting his bloated bladder deflate and release itself, piss pouring down his legs before grinning up at Sarah. George smirked in amusement at first Jason and then Sarah. “Get in the chair Sarah,” he commanded and Sarah, with no choice but to comply, made her way over to the metal chair she had once tortured Jason in, sat down, and nearly cried as she watched George fasten her hands to the arms of the chair and spread her legs so as to fasten her ankles to the legs of the chairs. Jason’s eyes kept flicking back and forth between her blushing and chagrined face, her ample breasts, and her pussy. “Can I get a change of clothes now?” Jason asked George, who laughed in response. “Did I say you earned the right to be changed? Maybe if you had held longer you could have earned it. This may be a reward for you, but I am mostly letting you do this in order to use you for Sarah’s punishment. I own you now Jason. You will change when I allow you to,” George told him. Jason gulped, the gravity in George’s voice emphasized how much he meant the words. Jason closed his mouth and resolved to endure his sticky and wet underwear. The last thing he wanted was to end up like Sarah. Slightly more humbled, Jason approached the chair as Sarah whimpered slightly. George took in her appearance hungrily as he pressed a large Nalgene bottle of iced tea to her lips. Having known her and tortured her for much longer than she had Jason, he knew exactly what ran through her and into her bladder faster. Sarah understood the implicit command and began to chug down the tea. As the last bit entered her mouth, Jason quickly rubbed her clit, timing it perfectly to catch her off guard and cause her to sputter. She shot him a glare but it had no heat when she was exposed to him so thoroughly. With her legs spread apart Jason’s had easy access to and view of her most private area and he intended on taking full advantage of this. He started out rubbing her slowly, wanting to make sure she was quite desperate before she was anywhere near to orgasm. He could tell the moment her bladder started to fill by the grimace that appeared on her face. He began to speed up his pace and brought his other hand up to tease at her hardening nipples. Sarah was not faring well. As much as she had teased Jason about his ability to hold, the truth was that she had a small bladder. It was what had gotten her stuck under George’s control back when they first met during their last year of university. She had been his little slave ever since and while her time under him had gotten her into the fetish, hence why she had kidnapped Jason, it had not gotten her accustomed to the humiliation and George’s tests and trials never failed to have her bursting and red in the face. Having Jason become a part of that only added another layer of embarrassment on top of the ones already there. She couldn’t help but squirm as hot piss swished around her bladder and tried to ease its way into her urethra. She tried to stop because it only amplified the friction that Jason was applying to her sensitive clit but it was the only way she could try and make the mounting pressure in her abdomen subside. It felt as if the entire ocean was trapped inside her aching bladder and having to divide her attention between her mounting arousal and her agonizing desperation was making her battle even worse. She had learned long ago that begging never got her anywhere so she just went back and forth between biting her lip and whispering “Oh god, I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee,” over and over again to herself. Both Jason and George couldn’t help but smirk at Sarah’s little mantra and Jason decided this was the perfect moment to ramp up his ministrations. He left his thumb to stimulate Sarah’s swollen clitorous while he stuck his index and middle finger into her vagina, wasting no time before he started slowly pumping them inside her. Sarah gasped and spurted onto his hand at the new sensation and soon found herself alternating between grounding herself back into the metal chair while squirming, and grinding her crotch into Jason’s hands while her hips circled in the air. She was so incredibly desperate for a piss that she was constantly cursing under her breath and moaning out just how badly she needed to go. Her bladder was a leaden weight pressing on her pee hole as she felt urine make its way down into her urethra, begging to come out. Jason started fingering her faster, adding in his ring finger to further stimulate her and Sarah was helpless to do anything but try to rock into his hand. She spurted a hard leak, some splashing onto the chair below her and some onto Jason’s hand. Her bladder was screaming for release now as more and more urine raced down her urethra waiting for its chance to exit. She released another spurt, and then another, before her bladder finally gave in and she started pissing herself fully a torrent pouring out of her exhausted pussy and despite his hand getting soaked Jason still pumped his fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace. Before her bladder has even fully emptied itself she finds herself tipping over into climax. She cried out in ecstasy as the sensation of finally getting relief for her bladder and her orgasm combine to create one euphoric experience. When her climax has ended she falls heavily back into her chair, her butt landing into her puddle. She pants hard are the last of her urine streams out of her before trickling our and eventually stopping. She pants hard as Jason removes his fingers, no just as wet and sticky as his underwear and stares at her in awe. George smirks at the two, his mind already racing with all the possibilities stood before him now that he has two slaves at his disposal. He looks each of his victims up and down, Jason still in the jeans he had came and pissed in not even an hour or so ago, and Sarah, fully naked in a puddle of her own fluids. “Oh yes,” he thought, “I’m going to have fun with these two.” ———————————————————— Thanks for reading! Thinking of having the next part be a flashback to when Sarah and George first met. Let me know if that’s something you’d like to see, and feel free to tell me if there are any fetishes you would love to see incorporated into the series.