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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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!
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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.
  10. Alltheomorashi

    All Tied Up

    Lolol I’m just saying, Sarah getting a taste of her own medicine does not necessarily mean Jason being the one to give it to her
  11. Alltheomorashi

    All Tied Up

    Who said anything about Jason?
  12. Alltheomorashi

    All Tied Up

    Hey guys! Here’s part 3! I’m not super happy with the beginning because my computer reset on me and I lost the entirety of my work and had to start again, so it may feel a bit rushed. Sorry about that, I promise it gets better as you get further down to material I had not written before the restart. Hopefully the installment after this one will be even better! ————————————————— After an incredibly tense car ride, Sarah escorted a blindfolded and shaking Jason down to the basement. “W...what are you going to do to me?” Jason asked. “You’ll see,” Sarah said as she led him to the cuffs hanging on the wall. The minute Jason felt the cold metal of the cuffs on his ankles he began to panic and just as his courage failed him so too did his bladder, and by the time Sarah was fastening his hands above his head a hissing sound could be heard as he wet himself with fear, turning his sticky diaper yellow and sodden. Sarah clicked her tongue in disapproval. “I won’t hurt you silly. No need to be so afraid,” she snorted. She removed the blindfold and Jason blinked multiple times as his eyes readjusted to the light. “That diaper looks like it’s really uncomfortable Jason,” Sarah teased. “It is,” Jason confirmed abashedly. ”Do you want me to change you?” ”Yes please.” ”Well I will on one condition.” ”You name it! Please Sarah I’ll do anything!” ”Cum in your diaper.” ”What?” ”Did I stutter? Cum. In. Your. Diaper.” Sarah went up and released one of Jason’s hands before giving him an expectant look. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, on the verge of objecting, but in the end decided to keep his mouth shut for fear of further punishment. “What, does jacking off in your pissed in diaper embarrass you Jason?” Sarah taunted. When Jason nodded his head she scoffed. “Well having to go looking for you just to find you in wet pants and a wet diaper was pretty embarrassing to me. So if you want out of that diaper, do as I say. Otherwise I will gladly leave you in it all night,”. Jason whimpered at the thought before obediently bringing his hand down to grasp his dick within the diaper. He expected to struggle to get aroused, but found it only took a few strokes for him to become achingly hard. Sarah’s hungry gaze made him nervous, so he shut his eyes and tried to lose himself in fantasy to expedite the process. He thought of the last porn he’d watched, pretending the Star was hungrily sucking down his dick. He was beginning to worry when the image did very little to aid him in reaching orgasm when suddenly the face changed and it was suddenly Sarah greedily taking him into her mouth in the leather dominatrix outfit she’d been wearing when she woke him up that morning. He cried out as his orgasm began to build, stroking himself harder and faster. Fantasy Sarah popped off the head of his dick, pulled black panties down from beneath her leather skirt, and then proceeded to slowly sit down on Jason’s dick. She moved at an almost agonizingly slow place as Jason practically begged her to hurry up so he could be enveloped in the tight heat of her pussy. He didn’t last long after that. In reality, chained to the wall Jason began to hump into his first eagerly as Sarah rode him hard in his fantasy. A few more thrusts later Jason was cumming hard into the diaper. As his eyes fluttered open and he met Sarah’s gaze he blushed a vibrant red. The prospect of touching himself in front of her while suspended to the wall and wearing a diaper had been bad enough, but knowing she had been the star of his fantasy only made his embarassment that much worse. “Good boy,” Sarah praised, removing the diaper as promised, before commanding “now drink this.” She passed him several bottles of water and before long 8 empty bottles of water lay discarded on the floor. Sarah then recuffed the hand she had freed earlier. “If you last for an hour I’ll release one of your hands to help you hold. At 2 hours I’ll give you a bucket to piss in so I hope your aim is good. Your time starts now,” Sarah told him, before grabbing herself a seat to watch the show. It took about twenty minutes for Jason to start feeling all of the water he consumed. By forty minutes in he’d started squirming against the wall. When he looked down he was confronted with the sight of his belly distended from where his bladder had expanded to accommodate all of the liquid pent up inside him. “Oh god please let me go!” Jason begged. “No. You can hold longer than this, come on,” Sarah goaded. Jason’s increasingly labored breathing seemed to disagree but he shut his eyes tight and grit his teeth in an attempt to keep back the flood. A brief spurt escaped from his urethra and splattered to the floor. Sarah could only smirk and check the clock. “Only 5 minutes before I get to release one of your hands. Surely you can last that long,” Sarah teased. Jason released another spurt that splattered to the ground but shortly after Sarah approached him. She carefully stepped around the piss he’d already gotten on the floor before reaching up to release one of his hands. His hand immediately shot to his dick, squeezing it and applying much needed pressure to his pee hole. He sighed in relief as the additional pressure greatly took the edge off his need. He managed to stop squirming for the time being, although his bladder still felt like a lead weight sitting atop his groin. With a half hour left before he could experience relief, Jason had reached the same point of desperation as before he was permitted to hold himself. His grip on his penis was tight to the point of being almost painful but he refused to give up. “I won’t lie Jason, I’m impressed. I doubted that you would last this long,” Sarah told him, giving him an appraising look. Jason couldn’t even process what Sarah was saying, too preoccupied with his bursting bladder that seemed fit to pop. A somewhat longer spurt squeezed its way past Jason’s grip and hit the concrete but he simply readjusted his hold and solidered on. Sarah grew more and more impressed as time wore on. Sure Jason was doing the closest approximation to a pee dance as he could given his constraints, but with only ten minutes left it was beginning to appear as if he would last the full two hours. “Please oh please oh please let time move faster. Fuck! I have to go so bad. It hurts,” Jason groaned, twisting and turning as much as his chains and cuffs allowed. “Congratulations Jason,” Sarah suddenly smirked before placing a bucket not far from Jason’s feet. A long leak forced its way out of Jason’s exhausted pee hole upon seeing salvation, but once he had recovered, Jason used his trembling hand to attempt to aim before shifting his grip to no longer block his urethra. Immediately piss came shooting out of him like a water hose. A lot of the first gushes hit the concrete floor with a loud splash but a quick adjustment allowed Jason to start filling the bucket, first with the satisfying pang of fast moving liquid striking metal and then that of it splashing into other liquid. Jason was panting by the time his stream finished, bladder muscles thoroughly exhausted. Sarah stood to examine the bucket, before moving it to a drain further away and dumping it. “I must say you did well Jason. Maybe there’s hope for you after all,” Sarah smiled before turning and walking away. Jason kept waiting for her to turn back and free him but it never happened. “Sleep tight Jason,” she called as she exited the room and flicked off the brighter lights, leaving Jason in much dimmer lighting. Despite his uncomfortable position, the events of the day had worn Jason out to the point of complete exhaustion and only a few minutes after Sarah had left he drifted to sleep. Just a few hours later he was woken up by a desperate need to pee. His hand flew to his dick in order to stop the oncoming flood. Jason looked to where the bucket he had relieved himself in earlier once was, only to curse when he realized that Sarah had moved it somewhere he couldn’t use. His next leak could barely squeeze past his fingers and thus trailed down between his palm and penis. If his hand subconsciously slid down once before returning to its previous position, well no one had to know. Despite having successfully held so much liquid for 2 hours not that long ago, the hold had left his bladder muscles so weak that he doubted he’d ever been this desperate in his life. It felt as if a weight were sitting in his abdomen, putting an unbearable pressure on his groin and begging to be dropped. He began to call out “Sarah! Sarah come back! Please I’m desperate to go again, Sarah!” But his pleas went unanswered as Sarah slept soundly two stories above him. Jason struggled for as long as he could but soon the flow began gushing out of him like Niagara Falls. Jason groaned, one hand still holding his penis, as he created a large puddle beneath him. The sound of his explosion seemed to echo around the quiet basement, making an almost amplifying effect and drowning out the sound of his sigh of relief. Never before had Jason felt so incredibly full while his muscles felt so incredibly weak and the experience of relieving himself after all of it was orgasmic. So much so that without hesitation, the minute Jason’s stream stopped he began to quickly jerk himself off. With no eyes on him, he held nothing back. His hand moved as quickly as he could physically make it, he moaned loudly and without abandon, and as his eyes drifted shut, all he could see behind his eye lids was a replay of the wetting he had just experienced except with Sarah there to witness it while a similarly Golden stream began to drip down her thighs. Soon afterwards Jason came harder than he ever had in his life. Thick ropes of cum arched into the air, landing on his chest, his cheek, and a little had even made its way into his hair. The force of his climax ripping through him had turned his legs and arms to jelly, and he slumped down in his restraints as he caught his breath before promptly falling back into a deep sleep. ——————————- Thanks for reading! And keep an eye out for next chapter where Sarah may very well get a taste of her own medicine.
  13. Alltheomorashi

    Out of diapers

    You definitely should not take it out maybe just use it more. Otherwise it just becomes a random fact that doesn’t really round out the character. You could have made her have to rush to lecture after acquiring the diaper or otherwise used it to further the plot. As is it comes across as just a tangent instead of an actual part of her character. I still enjoyed the work though. Great job!
  14. Alltheomorashi

    Retail Desperation (poop and pee)

    Your stomach doesn’t actually control when you poop though. It’s your intestines. Poop doesn’t build up in your stomach, it starts to fill the intestines which eventually release your waste. Even if that were true your bladder is way lower down than your stomach and is so much smaller than your intestines that no amount of pressure from it would cause you to suddenly need to poop.
  15. Alltheomorashi

    All Tied Up

    Hmm unfortunately for Jason I don’t think it will happen any time soon. But who knows, maybe Sarah will get a taste of her own medicine eventually.