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  1. Alltheomorashi

    The Long Drive

    Maybe Calvin will make sure that happens soon
  2. Alltheomorashi

    The Long Drive

    Calvin and Harry hurriedly stood up, while Nina stood much slower to minimize how much she disturbed the load in her pants. Now that she was no longer preoccupied with controlling her bowels, Nina was keenly aware of the eyes that followed her as she slowly made her way to the nurse who had called her. "Harry what do I do?" she asked her brother in a whisper. "I don't know there isn't exactly a handbook for when you shit yourself at the doctor's office," Harry whispers back. "Maybe we should just go home so I can change." "Are you serious? Shit like this is exactly why we brought you here." They both winced. "Sorry, poor word choice," Harry said. Before they could continue their conversation they had gotten to the nurse. "Right this way," she piped up cheerily before immediately speed walking ahead. All three had to markedly increase their own paces to keep up. Suddenly, like a freight train, Nina's bladder demanded her attention. Poor Calvin was struggling from the moment Nina had her accident. His only saving grace was that the people in the waiting room were more distracted by the bulge in the back of Nina's pants than the one in the front of his. He didn't want to be as turned on as he currently was. After all his best friend was stood right by him and had already identified some of his behavior as odd. But Calvin was only human and since that fateful car ride Nina had become the embodiment of his fantasies. Fantasies he thought he would never see outside of porn sites. So while Calvin's mind was wholly concerned for Nina's health, his dick was wholly concerned with the state of her bladder, bowels, and panties at any given moment. Nina's eyes frantically darted around in search of a bathroom while the nurse led them through the labyrinth like halls of the clinic but she kept coming up empty. The quick pace was brutal and made Nina all the more aware of the weight in the seat of her pants. After what felt like ages the nurse finally stopped them next to an examination room and ushered the three inside. The boys immediately sat down in the seats adjacent to the door, and while Nina knew she would eventually need to sit on the examination bench she dreaded the action terribly. She instead elected to awkwardly hover by it and thus put off sitting for as long as possible. "Okay, deary. I'm not the nurse that will be tending to you. A different one will come in to take your vitals, confirm why you are here today, and then ask you a few preliminary questions before sending the doctor in. It may be a little while, we are very busy today but don't worry we won't forget about you!" the nurse said. She then promptly spun around and left the room, closing the door behind her. Nina had fully intended on asking the nurse where the bathroom was. Unfortunately, the nurse had already swept out of the room and closed the door behind her by the time Nina had opened her mouth. So Nina closed her mouth again and continued to stand awkwardly next to the bench. Her bladder was getting even more insistent, causing her to squirm. Calvin immediately took notice and bit down hard on his lip as a distraction. He had just started to will his erection down when he noticed Nina squirming and now it felt as if he was back to square one. He couldn't help but picture her soiling her blue jeans, they were light enough that surely it would leave a noticeable stain. Maybe it would be a bad enough accident she would leave a puddle on the floor. Calvin quickly snapped himself out of it when he realized he was getting himself dangerously excited. "You may want to go ahead and sit on the bench before the nurses and stuff come in," he quickly blurted out. Both Nina and Harry looked at Calvin surprised when he gave this piece of advice. "He may have a point if you don't want them finding out about the accident you had in the waiting room," Harry concedes. Nina nodded with a sigh and sat down with a wince as the mess in her pants squished against her. Meanwhile, Harry's attention shifted back to his friend. It felt as if Calvin had been acting strange ever since Nina had her first accident. He watched as his friend shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Harry was about to interrogate him when he was distracted by the door finally opening. Nina was immediately mortified when the nurse walked in. He was tall with dark hair and glittering green eyes. He looked young, not much older than Nina herself, and it was clear that he was no stranger to the gym judging by the way his biceps and chest filled out his scrubs. He was absolutely gorgeous and in any other situation Nina would be thrilled but in that moment, bladder full and sat in her accident, she wanted to be anywhere else. She had been squirming slightly before but she immediately stilled, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him, despite her bladder's protests. "Hello, you're Nina correct?" the handsome nurse asked. Nina nodded. "Great, my name is Garret and I'll be taking down a few notes before the doctor comes to see you," he said. "Aren't you a little young to be a nurse?" Harry piped up, casting a suspicious glance Garret's way. Garret paused in his preparation. "Oh well, erm, I'm not technically done with nursing school yet. I'm in my last year and working with the clinic here as a sort of, erm, residency type deal," he explains. "Then why are you in here alone if you aren't qualified?" Harry insisted. Nina shot her brother an incredulous look. His sudden protectiveness was not only misguided but it could potentially result in further humiliation. Every moment Harry spent questioning Garret's credentials was another moment Nina couldn't go to the bathroom. "Well the clinic is very busy right now and so they sent me so you wouldn't have to wait as long. I assure you I'm qualified but if you would prefer to wait for another nurse I can let them know," Garret said. Harry looked like he was about to protest further but Nina quickly cut him off by saying "It's fine," while glaring at her brother. He threw his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Ok, erm, let's begin then I guess," Garret said. Harry's concerns seemed to be unfounded as Garret meticulously went through the process of checking Nina's vitals. Then again Nina was hardly paying attention. Her bladder was screaming for attention now and she was almost sweating with the attempt to hold back the flood within her. She jumped almost a mile high when the cold stethoscope suddenly touched her back. In that moment a little bit leaked out, dampening her panties. She quickly recovered control but it was enough to make her nervous so she brought her hands into her lap and used one to cover the fact that she was holding herself with the other. "Okay now I just have to ask you a few questions," Garret told her as he moved away to pick up her chart. Calvin felt a combination of jealousy and relief when Garret walked in. He saw the way Nina had looked at the nurse when he walked in. A small part of him he thought had died after befriending Harry wondered why Nina didn't look at him that way. As much as he was trying to bury it, Nina's new found humility since her accident was unearthing those old feelings he had and he didn't like it. The only thing reason Calvin also felt some measure of relief at Garret's presence is that it distracted Harry from him and the persistent boner he was trying to will down and hide. A secondary bonus he only noticed when Harry started getting so fiercely possessive was that it looked like Nina had to pee and Harry's little outburst had only further delayed her relief. Garret picked up the clipboard, turned back towards Nina, and flipped to the second page. "Okay Nina so it says here you're in for-" Garret trailed off as he read the supposed reason for Nina's visit. Surely he had read it wrong. There was no way a nineteen year old was in for incontinence. He read it over again, double and triple checked and found no error. He cleared his throat. "You're here for issues with incontinence?" he asked. "I'm sorry what?" Nina asked, both distracted by her bladder and unfamiliar with the term. "Having, erm, bathroom accidents," he clarified. Nina's face flushed bright red. "Y...yes that's why I'm here," she muttered. "Okay well I'm going to ask you a few questions and note your responses on your chart. I apologize in advance because they will be quite personal but it's all important for the doctor to know," Garret said. Nina nodded. "So when did these accidents start?" he asked. "Erm, I started having close calls a couple weeks ago," Nina admitted shyly. Harry and Calvin exchanged surprised glances. To their knowledge Nina had never had issues before the fateful car ride. It made both of them wonder how she'd managed to keep it a secret. Calvin quickly pulled out his phone to send Harry a message. "Did you know about that?" the text read. "No I had no idea. I would have told you about it if I knew," Harry responded. Both boys gave each other one more confused look before redirecting their focus back to Garret and Nina. Calvin in particular zeroed in on Nina who was starting to really squirm, although he seemed to be the only one who noticed. "When did those close calls become something more?" Garret asked. Nina winced as the memory of the accident in the car came to mind and her bladder once again screamed for release. She tightened her grip on her crotch as she answered "A week ago." "Okay when you do have these accidents do you fully void your bladder or is it just small leaks?" he continued. Nina felt another leak spurt out and froze for a moment as she gripped her crotch harder to make it stop. She did notice he assumed she only was having wetting accidents but she was hardly about to correct him. "Sorry, I know it's very personal but I promise it's very important information for the doctor to have," Garret said having mistaken Nina's sudden silence for discomfort with the question. "F...fully v...voiding," she stuttered as another large leak forced its way out. There was now a wet spot large enough to peek above where her hands had a death grip on her crotch. "Have you been experiencing bed wetting?" Garret continued. All the talk about accidents was making it very hard for Nina to hold on. Not only was her grip on her crotch now tight enough that it was like a steel trap, but she was squirming quite noticeably. "Y...y...yes," she stuttered, yet another leak forcing its way into her panties. "Okay last question I promise. Are these accidents caused by laughing, lifting heavy objects, and actions like that or sudden urges that come on before you can make it to a bathroom?" he questioned. That was what finally broke the dam and a loud hissing sound filled the room as if answering the question for Nina. She could only whimper and bow her head in shame as her bladder fully released in a torrent. The wet spot on her jeans grew rapidly until it covered much of her lap. The waterfall pouring from her then proceeded to puddle on the exam table beneath her and run down her legs, creating a puddle on the floor as well. Garret, Calvin, and Harry could only watch helplessly as Nina demonstrated the very problem she was at the clinic for. Despite her shame she couldn't help but to sigh out her relief as her bursting bladder finally deflated. After several long moments Nina's flow stopped and an awkward silence replaced the hissing sound of before. "S...sudden urges," Nina muttered meekly. That was enough to snap Garret back to reality. "Right, erm, well I'm going to need you to change into a hospital gown but leave your panties on. I'm afraid we don't have, erm, extra clothing here. Sorry," Garret managed to say. Nina nodded morosely but accepted the offered hospital gown. She then walked to the back corner where there was a privacy curtain and drew it around herself. Nina's release caused Calvin to experience a release of his own, albeit a different one. He was incredibly grateful that no one else in the room had noticed. "Geez get it together Calvin," he reprimanded himself internally. It seemed as if his lustful thoughts about Nina were only getting worse since realizing his romantic feelings were reemerging. He hated the feeling of his sticky underwear but as he stood along with Harry for them to offer to clean up Nina's mess, he couldn't help but think "At least I don't have to worry about hiding my erection anymore." Garret seemed all too happy to not be involved in the clean up process albeit he did feel a little guilty. "I'll erm go get this chart to the doctor but I won't mention her accident. He doesn't need to know and she seems plenty embarrassed enough," he offered up. "Thanks. Sorry for questioning you earlier," Harry told Garret who responded with a tight grin before promptly leaving the room. So the two remaining men in the room grabbed copious amounts of paper towels and got to cleaning up the puddles Nina had left while she changed. It had been a struggle for her to peel off her wet jeans which she hung on the nearby hook in hopes they would dry by the time she and the others left. She then hung up her shirt and bra before pulling on the hospital gown. To her chagrin it was open back like most hospital gowns so anyone stood behind her would be able to see her messy panties, which were now sagging since her jeans weren't supporting them anymore. By the time she pulled back the curtain and reemerged in the hospital gown Harry and Calvin had finished mopping up the puddles she had left. Harry passed her a couple to use to dry off her legs and she blushed but gratefully accepted them. "Thanks," she muttered dejectedly. "Don't worry about it," Harry offered. The three then returned to their original spots, Nina on the bench and the boys in the chairs by the door. They didn't have to wait as long for the doctor to arrive, another man, although this time older, either in his forties or early fifties. "Hi Nina, my name is Dr. Carl, I know this particular kind of situation is pretty embarrassing but I'm here to help you figure it out, okay?" the man smiled. Nina nodded and gave him a grateful smile as well although she was distinctly aware that she was in wet and messy panties. "So it says hear you're getting sudden strong urges to urinate that are bad enough you don't make it to the bathroom in time," Dr. Carl said. Nina nodded her head with a blush high on her cheeks. "Okay can you stand up for me for a moment?" he asked. Nina nodded again and stood up from the table. "Great now I just need you to turn around for me," he requested. Now Nina hesitated, not wanting the doctor to see her soiled panties. At his insistence she finally did so, although he didn't notice the state of her panties right away. Instead he gently probed first her abdomen and then her spine. Nina wanted to die on the spot, paranoid about the doctor noticing but he seemed focused enough on her abdomen and spine that he remained oblivious. "You can stand upright again sweetheart," he told her. Nina was incredibly grateful for Dr. Carl's calm demeanor, especially since she was so aware of Calvin and Harry's eyes on her. "Had you been straining really hard to go or been in any car accidents, things like that, around the time symptoms first started?" Dr. Carl asked. "Wait a couple weeks ago, weren't you in that accident with your friends?" Harry asked incredulously. Nina nodded sheepishly. "How severe was that crash?" the doctor asked. "I mean we took a pretty big hit and the car was messed up but none of us were, like, seriously injured," Nina defended. "I told you you should've gone to the hospital anyway," Harry said rolling his eyes which earned him a glare from Nina. "Well that confirms my theory. Nina you suffer from minor spinal trauma. You're lucky it wasn't more severe. It's mostly affecting the nerves controlling your bladder, your pelvic floor has also been weakened. These things are all contributing to your incontinence," the doctor explains. "Well now you just give me the cure and we're fine right?" Nina asked hopefully. "I'm afraid it isn't that simple," the doctor began, grabbing a stack of papers from off the desk before passing them to Nina. "These are all exercises you can use to try and strengthen your pelvic floor. A stronger pelvic floor will help you improve your control but your control will probably never reach its previous level. In the meantime you probably should wear discrete protective garments. Almost any convenience store will have Depends." Calvin had to resist the temptation to audibly gasp as he, Harry, and Nina all processed what the doctor was saying. If Nina had been the embodiment of his fantasies before she had now reached an even higher level. His heart began to race at the thought of Nina wearing diapers. None of them said anything until Nina finally broke the silence. "What? No way! I'm not wearing a diaper!" she protested. "Depends aren't really classified as diapers, not the way you are thinking. They are very discrete and you can pull them up and down just like normal underwear. Why don't you get changed and we can discuss further," Dr. Carl said to placate her. She huffed and marched over to where her clothes were. She removed the hospital gown without thinking, still fuming at the news. The sight of her wearing nothing but the soiled panties was enough to nearly drive Calvin into releasing into his boxers again. She quickly pulled back on her bra and shirt, then proceeded to start putting back on her now clammy and damp jeans. Once she was bent over to do so the doctor finally noticed her soiled panties and could also start to see the damp jeans. "Oh my! I wasn't aware you were also having trouble controlling your bowels!" the doctor gasped. Nina's face went bright red. She hadn't even thought about the doctor seeing her. Her eyes also drifted over to Calvin and Harry who were both looking anywhere but at her. "You can finish pulling up your pants dear," the doctor added. Nina nodded ruefully and then with some level of difficulty managed to pull her jeans back on and refastened them. When she turned back around towards the doctor he finally could take in the piss stain on her jeans in all its glory. "Oh Nina, I regret to inform you of this but I don't think the Depends will be sufficient," the doctor admitted. "What do you mean?" Nina asked. "Well I didn't realize the-" the doctor paused as if to find the right words, "the volume of liquid you were involuntarily releasing. That, combined with having issues with your bowels, well- I'm afraid the Depends would not be able to handle if you had a full accident. You're going to need something a little more, how should I put this, robust," he explained. Dr. Carl then turned to his desk and wrote a couple things on a sheet of paper, before giving it to Nina. "Here, this is the name of a brand of thicker incontinence wear. The top one is for the day and the bottom is a little thicker for nights. They are pretty thick and tape on the sides so you will probably need help putting them on and taking them off at first but they should hold any accidents you have," he continued. "So diapers," Nina said stunned. The doctor gave her a look of sympathy before saying, "Yes, Nina. Unfortunately I do mean diapers. I know it is no fun but the issue is likely to get worse before it starts to get better." Nina wanted nothing more than to rip up the sheet of paper but the feeling of the mess in her panties and the cold wetness of her jeans was enough to stop her from doing so. Harry cleared his throat and stood to shake the doctor's hand. "Well thank you for figuring out what was wrong with her Doc," he said. "It's no problem. You should probably head over right away to pick those up. The pharmacy around the corner has a pretty robust incontinence section and should have what you need. I would go right away. We don't have anything for Nina to change into here but she really shouldn't sit in her mess for too long," Dr. Carl replied. Harry nodded before giving his thanks and then dragging a still stunned Nina out of the room by the hand. Calvin followed quickly out behind them. As they walked back towards the waiting room it finally dawned on Harry that his sister's issues weren't the result of a life-threatening condition. Furthermore, they were the result of her own irresponsibility. He felt the burden of guilt he'd been carrying on his shoulders lift as they pushed through the doors and entered the waiting room. As they walked towards the clinic doors everyone in the waiting room couldn't help but stare at Nina's wet pants. Many people were whispering, especially those who had been in the waiting room with her earlier and watched her mess herself. Harry pulled her along until they had finally made it outside. After quickly confirming that Calvin was with them, Harry turned to his sister with a shit eating grin and said "Let's go get you diapers Potty pants!"
  3. Alltheomorashi

    The Long Drive

    "Oh my god Calvin, hurry up!" Calvin jumped in place at the sound of banging at the bathroom door. He hurriedly tucked himself back into his jeans, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands. The minute he opened the door Nina pushed past him and shoved him out the door, slamming it closed behind him. He blinked at it in surprise for a moment before finally turning around to rejoin Harry at the lit fire pit. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had called it a night a long while ago. The teens had chosen to stay outside and enjoy the night, sitting around the fire pit, chatting, and looking up at the stars. Nina had only been half into the conversation, as any conversation involving her and her brother in the week since that fateful car ride invariably led to him mocking her. Still, the evening was pleasant and the air was warm, so the teens had made themselves comfortable. "Is it just me or has Nina been going to the bathroom a lot lately?" Calvin asked as he sat back down next to his friend. "I would too if I pissed and shit my pants in the car," Harry snorted. "Okay but this is like her third time going since we got out here." "She's probably just paranoid." "I don't know man." "You seem awfully preoccupied with my sister's bathroom habits." Calvin's mind spun for a moment. He had not thought about the implications of him noticing Nina's bathroom habits so closely. Of course he had noticed how often she was going to the bathroom. She now represented the closest he had ever gotten, and probably would ever get, to his fetish. But this moment was also a bit of a wake up call for Calvin. His thoughts had been divided but he resolved in that moment to let thoughts of Nina's accident go so he could focus on his friend. "Don't make it weird Harry. It's just hard not to notice her getting up every five seconds." Soon afterwards, Nina returned to the fire side. "Did you make it potty pants?" Harry asked as he noticed her entrance. "Screw you. It was one accident," Nina gruffed. "One big accident." "You are such a little shit." "You didn't answer my question." "I made it," she muttered, face flushing. Her response made Harry laugh and Calvin couldn't help but let his eyes wander down to her crotch, despite his earlier commitment to pushing Nina from his mind. He didn't spy any sign of wetness but the flush of her cheeks told him that her panties were probably damp. He shook the thought from his mind as quickly as it came. "You know what, fuck you guys. I'm going to bed," Nina finally decided, standing up and heading back inside. She marched into the house, up the stairs, and on to her and Harry's shared bedroom. Once inside, she decided a hot shower was exactly what she needed, so she kicked off her clothes quickly, Calvin had been right about her having damp panties, and then eagerly got into the shower. "Shut up," Harry sighed. "I didn't say anything," Calvin laughed. "No, but your thinking is loud." "I just think you're a little mean." "She said way worse in front of way more people when I was the one having issues." "You mean when you guys were kids?" Calvin asked in disbelief. "You don't get it, you're an only child." Harry paused for a moment before finally relenting, "I'll go easier on her." "Good. Now enough about her, you see the trailer for the new Star Wars movie?" Calvin asked. The two soon launched into a conversation about the movie, their hopes, expectations, and concerns. Eventually they moved on to discussing all of the intricacies of the universe and found themselves in a deep conversation only a proper nerd could appreciate. Meanwhile Nina had just finished rinsing all the soap off her body and shampoo from her hair. As she stood under the spray, a bottle caught her eye. She grinned when she read the label. It was an exfoliating gel, one long forgotten, with a soothing scent. Nina figured she deserved some self care so she meticulously began to rub it all over her body. She made sure she was absolutely coated in the stuff from her neck to the very tips of her toes, delicately massaging her delicate, pale skin, having not yet acquired its summer tan. Only once absolutely covered did Nina decide it was time to move on to conditioning her hair. She was just starting to really enjoy the feeling of her sharp nails gently scraping along her scalp when her bladder suddenly alerted her that it needed release. Now! Harry and Calvin were doubled over with laughter as they reminisced about their past their year. It took a long while for the two to calm down, and even then they kept having momentary fits of giggles. Each time one of them would calm down, they would make eye contact with the other and immediately be off again. Only after the fits of giggles were equally interrupted by yawning fits did the boys finally decide to call it a night. "Oh can I borrow a pair of pajamas pants? I spilled syrup on my during breakfast," Calvin asked. "Yes of course. I have a pair you can borrow in my room, let's head in," Harry responded before quickly putting out the fire. Nina had never approved of peeing in the shower. As a result, while others may have simply spread their legs and let loose when they realized they had a bursting bladder in a shower, Nina had tried desperately to rinse the conditioner from her hair and the gel from her body so she could quickly take the few steps over to the porcelain throne. The feeling of all that running water, combined with the sounds it produced, were too much, however, and so Nina decided she had to make a break for it. Her first steps onto the bath mat went smoothly, albeit hurriedly, but the next ones would prove disastrous. As soon as her bare feet hit the tile floor, the gel she had been lathered in combined with the water dripping off of her to make the floor incredibly slick. No sooner had she put her weight down were her feet suddenly slipping out from beneath her. She landed hard on her ass with a loud thud, legs spread eagle, and knees slightly bent. No sooner than her butt hit the floor, her bladder collapsed and piss arched out of her to splatter on the floor. She watched the stream in utter shock until a voice above her caught her attention. The boys made their way into the house and then made their way to Harry and Nina's room. "Should not take me long to find you a pair to borrow," Harry said as he walked Calvin into his room. Harry had just opened his pajama drawers when he and Calvin heard a loud thud. "What was that?" Calvin asked concerned. Harry didn't bother answering, he just raced to the bathroom door, Calvin not far behind him, and threw it open. "Nina, are you okay?" he asked frantically as his eyes scanned the room. Soon both his and Calvin's eyes landed on Nina, stark naked on the bathroom floor, legs spread wide, pissing like a race horse. All three of them were immobilized in shock for a moment, Nina staring at the two boys and them at her. Then as Nina's stream tapered off everything seemed to click into their heads. "Oh god!" Harry yelped as he hurriedly covered his eyes and stumbled backwards away from the door. Nina screamed for the boys to get out as she grabbed her towel and used it to hide her nudity, and Calvin could not tear his eyes away but still quickly apologized "Sorry, sorry!" as he stumbled out the bathroom door and then closed it behind him. The minute the door was closed Nina bundled up the towel in her hands and groaned into it in frustration, then took a minute to recover. She could hear Harry and Calvin speaking on the other side of the door but couldn't make out what they were saying, so she elected to ignore it and got in the shower to rinse off the last of the gel still coating her skin. "Oh god my eyes. I can't believe I just saw that," Harry groaned. He pressed the heels of his palms tighter against his eyes as if that would somehow erase the image. "Some things you can't unsee oh god. This isn't fair! I can't even make fun of her for pissing herself literally a few feet from a toilet because it will just make me think of her naked and I don't need that any more than I already have seen now, oh god," Harry continued to ramble, but Calvin couldn't hear him. Not really. He knew he should be paying attention and that he should have comforting words for his best friend but he had nothing. The image of Nina on that bathroom floor, face a mixture of horror, disbelief, and relief, had lodged itself into his brain and refused to let go. "Are you even listening Cal?" Harry asked, spinning towards his friend as he did so. It is then that he noticed the bulge in his friend's pants. He groaned once more. "Bottom left drawer," Harry sighed. "What?" Calvin asked dazedly, still somewhat in a stupor. "Look I get it. A naked girl is a naked girl no matter that she's my sister. Just take the pajama pants." Harry said. "Thanks" Calvin quickly said through a strained voice. "Don't mention it. Literally. Never mention this," Harry sighed, collapsing back onto his bed as Calvin grabbed a pair of bottoms and then scurried off to his own room. As Nina rinsed off she couldn't help but wonder. How had this happened? She hadn't needed to go to the bathroom before getting in the shower. How had that turned into pissing herself naked on the bathroom floor? She didn't stay in the shower too long, as she wanted nothing more than to sleep the night's events off, so it was not long before she was stepping back out. Once she had shut off the water and dried off, she put on a pink sweatshirt, white panties, and light gray pajama pants. She could no longer hear talking from the other side of the door so she assumed that meant Calvin had already gone back to his own room. She stepped out into the bedroom to find Harry already curled up in bed. "Hey Harry," she started to say cautiously. He quickly cut her off, saying "This never happened." "This never happened," she agreed with a sigh of relief as she climbed into her own bed. Soon afterward both Johnson kids were asleep. Harry had always been an earlier riser than Nina, so it was no surprise when he was first awake that morning. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through articles about different comic book universes for awhile when he suddenly noticed a faint hissing noise start, seeming to come from Nina's side of the room, where his older sister was laid out on her stomach sleeping peacefully. He got out of his own bed to investigate and sure enough the noise got louder the closer he neared to Nina's bed. "No way," he whispered to himself before ripping back Nina's covers to reveal a growing wet patch on her pants and the fitted sheet below her. Harry quickly pulled out his phone and began recording gleefully, thinking "She's going to die when she sees this!" As her flow petered out he noticed her face momentarily scrunch up, she grunted softly, and then her whole body seemed to relax again. Harry expected her to resume wetting herself if anything, but the wet patch wasn't growing. Instead a lump was forming in the back of Nina's pants. His eyes widened in shock as the lump grew in size slowly but surely. He put down his phone camera and stopped recording. Calvin's words about something not being right with Nina from the previous night echoed in Harry's head as he tried to convince himself there was no way his college bound sister had just shit herself in her sleep. Needing proof, Harry hesitantly reached out to the waistband of his sister's pants. He took a steady breath and then pulled the waistband down and away from her just enough to reveal her underwear to him. There was an unmistakable lump and brown stain on the seat of Nina's panties. His older sister really had messed the bed. Harry deleted the video he had recorded and then reached out to gently wake up his sister. Nina woke up slowly and blearily to her brother shaking her shoulder. "What do you want?" she groaned. "Nina you had an accident," Harry told her gently. "What do you mean an accident?" "You, erm, wet and messed the bed." Nina's face went pale first as she gingerly rolled onto her side and reached a hand back to touch her rear. Moving had really been enough to confirm what her brother was telling her, but feeling her wet pants and the lump on her rear was the true confirmation. "You get cleaned up, I'll handle cleaning your sheets before Mom and Dad notice," Harry told her calmly. She nodded and scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom. Meanwhile Harry stripped the bed and made his way to the laundry room to get clean sheets. He bumped into Calvin on his way to the laundry room and found himself explaining to his best friend what had happened to Nina that night. Calvin expressed his pity and then agreed to help find a doctor's office to help with Nina's problem. Soon, with both of them helping, they had managed to make up Nina's bed with few issues. "Okay, wait in the car while I make up some excuse to my and Nina's parents," Harry instructed Calvin, who nodded in response. Nina was almost numb as she got ready for the day. After showering she put on an old pair of light blue panties with a bra that was more comfortable than stylish. She picked an old, green tee shirt that had been worn soft and then pulled on a pair of blue jeans. By the time she left the bathroom her bed had already been remade as if her accident that morning had never happened. As much as she and her brother hated each other sometimes, she was grateful for him in these small moments when he would have her back. She went downstairs, electing to make some of the fruit on the table her breakfast. As she was wolfing down her second banana she noticed Harry speaking with their parents, so she went over to join the conversation. "-so we thought we would head into town and give you guys the day to yourselves," Harry finished his sentence. "Oh that is sweet of you guys. Sure, have fun," Mrs. Johnson cooed as she handed over the keys to the family car to Harry. "Thanks Mom, thanks Dad!" he said before grabbing onto Nina's wrist and tugging her towards the car. "Where are we going?" she asked once they were out of earshot of their parents. "The doctor," he responded. "What! Why?" "Oh I don't know maybe because you keep pissing and shitting yourself," Harry snarked. Right after the words left his mouth Harry winced. "That was below the belt, sorry," he sighed. "It's fine, you have a point," Nina admitted shamefully. So the two siblings made their way to the car, Harry climbing into the driver's side and Nina into the passenger side. It wasn't until Nina had fastened her seatbelt that she noticed Calvin in the backseat. "Why is he coming!" she exclaimed. "It would look a little suspicious if I was ditching Calvin to hang out with you all day don't you think?" Harry said, rolling his eyes as he pulled out of the driveway and began to make his way into town. As much as she hated it, Nina knew he had a point. The ride was mostly silent. Every so often one of the boys, usually Calvin, would attempt to get a conversation started, but the reason for the trip hung over all of their heads. Each was lost in thought, a flurry of emotions kicking around inside them. Harry was a mess of concern and guilt. What if Nina had cancer or some other fatal disease? He had been teasing her so mercilessly the last few days. It had felt like typical sibling banter, nothing worse than she had dealt him, especially when they were younger; but what if this whole time he had been mocking her for the symptoms of a terminal illness! His stomach turned at the thought so he breathed a silent prayer into the universe that it would not be something so drastic. Calvin was similarly conflicted. Both the accidents he had witnessed had featured heavily in his fantasies since, and he highly doubted that would change any time soon. But if something were seriously wrong with Nina he would have to learn to reign in his impulses. It was a selfish motivation, he knew, but he couldn't seem to help it. There was just something about Nina. Nina's emotions, unsurprisingly, were the most turbulent. Humiliation featured very heavily. Only a week ago she had been boasting about her maturity and ridiculing Harry. Now her little brother was driving her to the doctor because she was having potty accidents like a toddler. She was scared of what it could all possibly mean. Were her kidneys failing? Did she have cancer? Was she dying? She didn't feel like she was dying. Then again there was a sort of relief to the source being medical in nature. It wasn't her fault, she wasn't immature, she simply had a medical condition. The doctor would give her a cure and that would be that. She could put this whole episode behind her. Then there was a general funny feeling in her gut she had yet to identify. It was almost like a pressure, it had hit rather suddenly but was now growing quite insistent. As Harry pulled onto the main road Nina finally identified that other feeling. Her bowels were full again. Nina's mind spun for a bit unsure what to do. She hated to admit to her brother that she needed to go again, especially considering the state she had been in when he woke her this morning. So she stayed silent for awhile but when it really started to get bad she decided to swallow her pride. "Harry I have to go to the bathroom," she admitted quietly, although Calvin still managed to hear. "We're not far from the doctor's office now. Should not take more than a couple minutes. Are you okay to wait or do you need to go now?" Harry asked her. She took a moment to consider, assessing the pulsing pressure in her gut. As loathe as she was to admit it, her accident in the car was coming in almost useful at this moment. She remembered what it felt like in those moments just before she lost control, so after assessing her current situation she realized she still was holding in fine. "I'm okay, I'll go at the doctor," she agreed. Harry nodded in acknowledgment but pressed on the gas a little bit harder. Eventually they arrived in the parking lot of the little clinic. It was just as quaint and small as the town it served, but none of the kids were complaining. As they walked in, Harry and Calvin made to sit down so Nina could go check in but both of them noticed her hesitate. "Everything all right Nina?" Harry asked. Nina paused and looked down at her feet for a moment. She kicked at invisible dust on the ground and then after a moment finally admitted "I'm embarrassed to tell them why we're here." Both of the other boys looked at her in sympathy for a moment, then to each other as if having a silent conversation. "Would it be easier if Harry checked you in?" Calvin asked. Nina nodded and heaved a sigh of relief. She quickly clenched her lower body, having almost forgotten about her growing need to poop, to prevent an unfortunate incident. The anxiety of the situation was only worsening her need so as Harry went to the check in line, Nina went in search of the bathroom. She had to ask a couple people for directions but eventually she found the hallway containing it and walked in that direction. As she turned the corner towards it her stomach tightened up when she noticed a little sheet of paper taped to the door, but relief soon followed when she noticed a couple other women exit and one enter with no issue or pause. So with heartened spirit she picked up her pace towards the door, gut already pulsing in eager anticipation of releasing its load. Each step was another one closer to relief but all of that relief solidified into cold, hard dread when she finally could read the sign. "Sensitive plumbing. Liquid waste only please" it read. As Nina turned to go back to the waiting room, it felt as if her need had increased exponentially and she had to focus much more on clenching to hold back the load threatening to burst forth from within her. Harry had watched his sister head towards the bathroom as he got in line and breathed out a sigh of relief himself. Until he knew for sure that Nina wasn't dying he was not ready to further balance his instinctive reaction to mock his sister with familial concern. It took about fifteen minutes for it to finally be his turn to talk to a receptionist. He approached the kind woman at the desk who smiled up at him and asked what brought him in. "My sister has been having, erm, accidents," he explained. "What do you mean?" the woman asked. "You know like- bathroom- accidents," Harry elaborated. "Oh, well that isn't necessarily out of the ordinary, how old is your sister?" "Nineteen." The nurse was not expecting that response. "Oh. Well. Ahem. In that case I will put her down on the list and the doctor should call her back shortly," the woman awkwardly informed him. Harry nodded, feeling similarly uncomfortable in the wake of the interaction, and then went to sit down in the waiting room next to Nina, who it seemed Calvin was trying to distract since he rarely spoke so animatedly when it was not for someone else's benefit. "Okay. All set," Harry said as he sat down. Nina thanked him with a tight lipped smile. Her bowels were becoming an ever pressing issue. Her gut felt like a ticking time bomb. She couldn't help but shift in her chair as part of a bid to keep her sphincter closed and her ass cheeks clenched. Harry tried to ignore it for awhile but Nina's squirming was becoming progressively more obvious. What had started out as an occasional shift from side to side was now a consistent rotation prone to moving around the chair she was seated in. "Nina did you use the bathroom?" Harry asked. Nina had to bite back a groan at even the mere mention of a bathroom. She sat on her hands, hips continuing to gyrate in hopes of staving off an accident, then looked at Harry and gave a little shake of her head. "Why not? They are open right?" he asked her. "I couldn't go." "Why not?" "No solid waste in those stalls," Calvin chimed in. He got a glare from Nina for his troubles but she did quietly admit that he was correct. "What am I going to do?" she whimpered quietly. "Hey it's okay. I bet that when we go in back the doctors will let you use a bathroom back there. Okay? Just last until your name gets called," Harry assured her. Although she was skeptical, Nina knew it was her best option. She couldn't very well leave the clinic now to wander in search of a bathroom so she just nodded along to what Harry said and tried to focus on keeping her panties clean. Time dragged on and Nina's need only seemed to be getting worse. She was moving rather obviously now, to the point of drawing the gazes of strangers. She was constantly switching between bouncing up and down and left and right. Every so often there would be a brief break in the bouncing where Nina would simply grind her ass back into the seat cushion as if that alone would contain her waste inside her. They had been waiting for a total of fifteen minutes and still Nina had not been seen. Each time someone else's name was called it was like a dagger to her gut, a reminder that her relief was dependent on the resources of the clinic. "Can you try not to move around so much? People are staring," Harry lamented to his sister, but she changed nothing, she couldn't even if she tried. The pressure in her gut was becoming unbearable. It was almost overwhelming and she could already feel a log desperately trying to push its way out. As time continued to pass Nina could soon be spotted rubbing her stomach in a soothing motion as if as reassurance that her body would not betray her. Another few minutes and Nina's tentative control was rapidly slipping from her fingers. She was in constant motion and it was evident to everyone in the room at this point that something was not right with the poor, beautiful blonde girl in the corner, even if only the ones with toddlers and similarly young children knew what may be cause Nina's fidgeting. The pressure was becoming unbearable in her gut. Moving around no longer helped much and she could feel how the first log had breached and was now sticking out a bit. She wanted so desperately to avoid another accident but it felt as if there was a timer going in her head and she was watching helplessly as the minutes ticked. She gripped the seat beneath her in a white knuckle tight grip even as she moved around. The two boys on either side of her were growing more tense themselves. This picture was beginning to look familiar and as deja vu washed over them both they could not help but keep throwing nervous glances Nina's way to see if she was still holding on. "It shouldn't be too much longer. As soon as the doctor calls your name we can ask if you can use one of the bathrooms on that side," Harry said, trying to reassure his struggling older sister. Nina gave him a taut smile but she had hardly processed what he had even said. She couldn't think, her mind was entirely focused on keeping her load inside her. Every breath and movement was cautious and calculated to minimize risk of losing control. She knew she was on the brink of it; she could practically feel that first log poking between her cheeks, but she was using all of her willpower to hold it back. She was moving frantically enough now that the chair she was seated in was scraping against the cheap, hard flooring of the clinic, drawing the attention of the other waiting patients and their families. Harry and Calvin felt the heat of their stares but by this point Nina was too far gone to notice their judgmental or pitying gazes. She held on for one minute longer before the end came and she suddenly stilled. With a barely muffled groan, her eyes slammed shut and she leaned over in her chair, butt instinctively lifting off the seat. The first log came out slowly, but once it was released it opened the gates and it didn't take long at all for her to be full on shitting herself as many of the other people in the clinic watched on in shock. Calvin knew the exact moment the battle was lost. It looked exactly the same way it had in the car, the abrupt end of constant fidgeting, the face, the shifting of the weight, all of it was just as telling this time around as it was the last. In spite of himself and his worry he felt himself harden as he watched Nina lose the fight. Meanwhile, Harry was almost in shock. He had not seen Nina's struggle in the car, too preoccupied with teasing her first and then gazing out the window second. To now see the entire struggle was somewhat surreal and disconcerting. One moment Nina couldn't keep still and the next she couldn't move. So all Harry could do was watch the seat of his sister's pants in disbelief as a lump slowly but surely formed there. It seemed to go on for ages before Nina finally looked fully relaxed and completely relieved. All three teens seemed to simultaneously process what had just occurred. Calvin hurriedly looked anywhere but at Nina and her mess, not wanting to give away his interest, especially after Harry had noticed his erection the previous night. Harry and his sister made eye contact, neither quite knowing what to do. They just stared in a silent debate for awhile until a voice drew their attention. "Nina Johnson? The doctor will see you now."
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    The Long Drive

    Thank you both for the feedback! Constructive critique makes me just as happy as compliments ❤️ In curiosity, do you not like characters expressing their arousal at all or is it the level to which Calvin expressed his arousal? Creating the character was an experiment of sorts. I thought it may be interesting to play with the concept of someone being incredibly turned on by a situation but not being inhibited by a sense of guilt, because in their mind the person is undeserving of sympathy. I would love to hear more of your thoughts so I can fine tune the character, or future characters! Especially since it appears as though the comments are split on whether they would like a sequel or not.
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    The Long Drive

    I may run with these two ideas for the next installment. Thank you all for your ideas, feel free to continue contributing as I continue writing, especially if this expands to even further parts after the second.
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    The Long Drive

    I am so flattered by the positive reception this story has gotten! Thank you all for the kind words. I intend on writing another story again soon. Would people want a continuation of this story?
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    The Long Drive

    I didn’t really want to break this up into multiple posts so it is quite a long one hope you don’t mind hehe. As usual I have grown to really like these characters so let me know in the comments if you think I should write further installments. Enjoy! ******************************** Nina stood in front of the mirror in a white lace bra and matching lacy panties admiring her figure. Her big blue eyes scanned up and down her lean frame. It had taken months of hard work in the gym to get the summer body she had been dreaming of but it had paid off. She had always been proud of her c cup tits but now she could show off a toned ass and hourglass figure as well. It was a body built for bikinis but as the horn of her family’s sedan went off several times she was reminded of why exactly it was wasted. She was going off to college next year and her younger brother would be entering his senior year, but despite Nina’s insistence that, as a soon to be college freshman, she was far too adult to still go on the annual family road trip, her parents had insisted. To make matters worse, her brother had been allowed to bring one of his dorky friends along. While the rest of her friends were taking planes to exotic places, she was about to be stuck in a small car for hours to get to a small lake town in the middle of nowhere. “I hate my life,” she groaned into her reflection. She jumped when she heard a pounding at her door. It was her father, angry that she was delaying them getting on the road and complaining about hitting traffic. She groaned, pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, and grabbed a pair of white leggings and a purple tank top. She pulled the clothes on and shortly afterwards her father was swinging the door open and telling her that her time was up. Meanwhile, in the car waiting below, Nina’s mother sat in the front seat tuning the radio while Nina’s brother Harry and his friend Calvin sat in the backseat waiting for the other two to return. “Thanks again for letting me come with Mrs. Johnson,” Calvin spoke up. “Oh it’s no problem sweetheart! We’re happy to have you,” Mrs. Johnson smiled as she continued to fiddle with the radio before finally settling on a station she liked. Calvin was filled with anticipation, and while his friend assumed it was anticipation of the trip in general, that was only partly true. Of course he was happy to be going on vacation with his best friend this summer but he was very excited to get to be with Nina. Calvin was not a particularly attractive guy. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, many girls had complimented him on the way his dark hair contrasted with his hazel eyes, he just paled in comparison to the jocks Nina typically associated with. His love of comic books and video games had branded him a nerd early in his high school years. Even once he filled out a little and wasn’t quite as gangly as he was his freshman year, he had been unable to shake the lack of popularity his reputation afforded him. So instead of going for Nina he had admired her from afar. But then he had become best friends with Harry, who told Calvin all about his horrible big sister who made fun of his glasses and mocked him when he wet the bed as a child. After hearing all the ways Nina had tormented Harry, any feelings Calvin had for her outside the purely sexual or lustful had faded. So yes he was excited for this trip because he would be with his best friend, but he was even more excited to ogle said friend’s sister for an entire summer. Mr. Johnson quickly dragged a pouting Nina outside, her bag in his other hand. He walked over and pointed at the backseat indicating for her to get in, then tossed her suitcase into the trunk with the rest. Nina slid into the backseat and found herself next to Calvin, who was seated in the middle, while Harry had the other window seat. Calvin greeted her but she just rolled her eyes, put her headphones in, and turned the music up so she wouldn’t have to pay any mind to the other people in her company. In the back of her mind she had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something but she shrugged it away. The route to their lake house was as familiar to Mr. Johnson as the back of his hand after years and years of going down for every summer. It was to the point that he had the whole drive scheduled to a tee. There’s a rest stop a couple miles down once they pull onto the highway. They would stop there, run to the bathroom, grab snacks or anything else they wanted, and then get back on the road. After that there would be no more stops until they needed gas. This rule was strict with no exceptions unless it was an absolute emergency, and so far they had not needed to deviate from that schedule in years. Mr. Johnson was already annoyed since Nina had put them behind schedule with her tardiness, so he was determined to stick to the rest of his plan as perfectly as possible. When they pulled up at that first rest stop everyone got out of the car. Nina and Harry went to the convenience store while their parents and Calvin stopped at the bathroom. There was coffee available but cups needed to be bought from the counter so after considering for a moment Nina decided that she needed the coffee to deal with her family and gas station coffee was better than nothing. She approached the counter and was pleasantly surprised to discover that the cashier on duty was quite attractive. She began to flirt with him as her brother meandered around the store before finally grabbing a soda and taking it to the counter. He rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics, walking up just as the cashier handed her a cup. “Oh wait, this is a large, I asked for a small,” Nina corrected him. “Don’t worry about it, the upgrade is on me,” the cashier winked. Without thinking of the consequences, only the flattery, Nina happily accepted the cup and flounced off to fill it up. Harry rolled his eyes again, paid, and then went outside to find Calvin and his mother already inside and his father leaning impatiently against the car. “Where’s your sister?” his father asked. Harry shrugged, “she should be out soon,”. Sure enough, Nina sauntered out shortly afterwards, happily sipping on her discounted coffee. She started to head towards the bathroom but decided better of it. Her father was already mad at her for disrupting his so called schedule and she didn’t feel like hearing the lecture that would surely follow if she delayed them again. So instead of taking the chance to relieve herself Nina hopped in the car, and soon the group was back on the highway again. An hour went by and Nina had gone back to listening to music and sipped her coffee all the while. Harry had just launched into a rant about the Star Wars prequels that Calvin was all too familiar with so he took the opportunity to primarily shift his focus to Nina. His eyes raked over her fit body, appreciating the results of her gym time. He noticed that her legs were pressed together pretty tightly. His eyes darted from there to her coffee and his mind began to spin. You see, Calvin had at some point developed an affinity for girls desperate for a toilet. He had watched countless hours of footage of girls squirming trying desperately not to soak their panties with urine or fill them with shit or both! But he had never seen anything in real life. “Real girls around my age just don’t wet themselves anymore, let alone shit themselves,” he thought with a sigh. So he wrote off Nina’s body language as wishful thinking and went back to focusing on his conversation with Harry. Harry was rambling. He could tell he was rambling by the way Calvin was zoning out, but he couldn’t help it. He had finished the soda he bought at the rest stop shortly after buying it in the first place and it had ran right through him. Rambling helped him take his mind off his need to pee. His leg bounced slightly, truly it was a wonder Calvin hadn’t noticed and made comment. “He probably is just sparing my feelings,” Harry thought, but his need was getting worse now and he had to resist the temptation to bring one hand down to hold himself. Talking with Calvin helped for a while but soon even that was not a sufficient distraction. Nina regretted having that coffee. Only after finishing it did she realize what that nagging feeling telling her she had forgotten something had been about. She had forgotten to use the bathroom this morning before her dad barged into her room demanding she get in the car. Now all that coffee was filling her bladder and causing a stirring in her gut. She had made such a fuss about being too much of an adult for this trip. Between that and having already been the reason they were held up in the first place, she didn’t dare open her mouth to ask for another break. She pressed her thighs together tightly and adjusted herself in her chair under the guise of getting more comfortable in hopes of easing the pressure off her bladder. Another fifteen minutes passed and neither of the Johnson kids were in very good shape. Harry was now clenching his dick in one hand, applying pressure directly to the tip to prevent any from coming out and, as subtle as she was trying to be, even Nina had a hand in her crotch, although she was pretending it was just casually in her lap. Meanwhile Calvin, who was now certain that both Harry and Nina desperately needed to pee, was torn between feeling pity for his friend and arousal for his friend’s sister. He felt as if he couldn’t fully appreciate Nina’s desperation because of Harry’s. “Calvin you got to help me. I have to pee so bad but if I ask for a break my dad will be mad and I don’t know if I can make it anyway,” Harry finally admitted in a whisper. Calvin was almost shocked Harry would reveal that and once again felt torn between hoping they could stop so his friend could get relief and hoping they couldn’t so that Nina couldn’t. Suddenly he came up with an idea that both helped Harry and made things worse for Nina. Although not quite squirming yet, Nina’s need was starting to get serious. She had needed to tighten her grip on her crotch to prevent any potential leaks and now had crossed one leg over the other. The foot still on the ground was tapping anxiously as her bladder became more and more of a solid, warm weight in her abdomen. She had tried listening to music to help distract her but first “Umbrella” by Rihanna had come on and she had to hit skip because of all the rain talk. Then she had to skip again when “Singing in the Rain” popped up. When the sound of waterfalls came up, something she had added to her library for use when she had trouble sleeping, she had given up on the music and quickly yanked out her earbuds. She stared pointedly out the window, ignoring everyone else in the car to focus on her bladder and the slowly worsening stirring in her gut. Calvin bent down and rooted around the floor of the car in search of the discarded soda bottle that had gotten Harry into this mess in the first place. “Here just pee into this,” he said, passing the bottle to Harry. “No way! Mom and Dad would kill me,” Harry replied. “I’ll come up with a distraction” “Nina will point out what I’m doing.” “Trust me she won’t.” Harry looked at Calvin dubiously but having no other options he relented. Calvin suddenly leaned forward and said “Mrs. Johnson I love this song! Can you turn it up?” “Of course dear!” Mrs. Johnson sweetly replied, turning up the volume. Calvin then leaned back and nodded at Harry who quickly uncapped the bottle, whipped his dick out, and pointed it in the direction of the bottle opening. He heaved a sigh of relief as he released all the pent up urine from his aching bladder. Calvin’s music idea did the trick and Harry’s parents were unaware of his actions, but Nina was very much aware. Just as Calvin suspected she was speechless. She couldn’t help but stare as her brother pissed into the bottle and look at his euphoric, relaxed expression in envy. Watching him fill the bottle caused her bladder to briefly contract, a short spurt of pee forcing its way out of her to wet her panties a bit. She uncrossed her legs, the top leg was too close to her abdomen and had only been applying additional pressure to her already straining bladder, but she immediately dug both hands into her crotch to compensate. She became aware of eyes on her so she nervously turned her head to look at Harry and Calvin. By the time Nina had finished switching positions Harry had finished peeing, capped the bottle, and tucked himself back into his pants and boxers. But now he and Calvin could both see her in what was blatantly an attempt to hold back a full bladder. When Harry spotted her his mouth stretched into a Cheshire Cat grin. He knew she would be fine but seeing her embarrassed reaction at having been caught so obviously desperate was enough to make him happy. Calvin, on the other hand, was enjoying this for an entirely different reason. He was thankful that Harry was focused on Nina because it gave him an opportunity to quickly adjust himself as he grew hard. Here was this gorgeous woman sandwiched next to him, so close their thighs were touching, and she had a full bladder. It was a fantasy come to life and although he knew their next scheduled stop was only about five minutes away and Nina would likely make it to the bathroom with nothing worse than damp panties, he still was ecstatic. Nina took solace in the fact that she recognized where they were on the highway. They had left suburbia far behind them and were surrounded by trees on either side. If she weren’t so distracted by her bursting bladder and increasingly full bowels she would admire the view. “Just five minutes until Dad usually stops for gas,” she chanted in her head like a mantra. Suddenly she noticed that the car was slowing down. She anxiously looked outside only to discover that the highway had backed up. A quick check of the clock revealed it was rush hour. Her father groaned in the front seat. “This is why we stick to the schedule!” he said throwing up his hands in frustration. Harry was giddy that her relief would be further delayed but his excitement could not hold a candle to Calvin’s. This was more than he could have hoped for. Just knowing she had to pee had been enough but this, seeing her bursting, was a blessing. Calvin didn’t know if videos would ever satisfy him again know that he had been this up close and personal with a super hot girl who looked on the verge of wetting herself. “She probably is going to have a decent sized wet patch by the time she gets out of the car and can go to the bathroom,” Calvin thought, his eyes bouncing back and forth between her distressed face and where her hands were still buried in her crotch. Nina was about to burst. With all the traffic they were moving a fraction of the speed they usually would, doing about twenty where they usually would be doing seventy. Although she would usually be mortified to result to such childish means of holding it, she bounced and squirmed around as much as she could in her seat considering she still had Calvin boxing her in one side and was confined by the seatbelt. Suddenly she got a bit more still, squirming in just one spot and hunched over instead of bouncing all over the seat. She felt a small bit leak out. Then a larger spurt. Calvin and Harry watched intently as Nina hunched over, both their gazes going towards her crotch. There was an audible hiss for a moment and then it was cut off. It started back up again, for longer this time, and this time a visible wet patch appeared around Nina’s hands before she could cut off the leak. “Nina’s pissing herself!” Harry gleefully announced. “What!” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson both exclaimed at once. Mr. Johnson muttered “Jesus Christ,” under his breath, knowing he could do nothing and needed to keep his attention on the road, while Mrs. Johnson frantically felt around until she found a towel. She shoved it towards Nina saying “put this underneath you,” but Nina shook her head. “N...no I’m fine!” she insisted, in denial that she was about to piss herself, despite being nineteen years old, in front of her eighteen year old brother and his friend. Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes and shoved the towel into Calvin’s hands, nodding her head in Nina’s direction. Calvin nodded his understanding. “Lift up Nina,” he said lowly but firmly. Nina obediently lifted her butt off the seat so Calvin could shove the towel beneath her and then promptly sat back down. “Hang on the traffic has eased up,” Mr. Johnson said gruffly, as he quickly sped up in hopes of getting to the gas station before his daughter could embarrass herself any further. Unfortunately for Nina it was too late. With a whimper her bladder gave out and piss rushed out of her urethra, past her tired sphincter, to spray into her nice white panties and leggings. The wet patch quickly grew to Nina’s horror, Harry’s amusement, and Calvin’s pleasure. Her leggings went transparent and slightly yellow in a wide arc originating from her crotch and radiating outwards across her thighs. By the time her flow stopped, she had almost completely soaked the towel beneath her and had absolutely drenched her panties and leggings. It was absolutely unmistakable what she had done. “You can slow down now Dad, she already completely pissed herself,” Harry laughed as Nina trembled, her face burning red with shame and embarrassment. Calvin could not believe his luck. Soon afterward Mr. Johnson pulled into the gas station next to a pump. Immediately he turned and began to lecture Nina on how she was far too old to be behaving this way. She sat through the whole lecture head bowed in shame and when it was finally over he climbed out of the car to pump the gas and she reached for the door handle to leave. There were still her bowels to be taken care of. Now that she no longer had to worry about her bladder she was really realizing how badly she needed to relieve that as well. “You really want to go out there so everyone at the gas station can see you in your pissy pants?” Harry taunted her. “Harry, stop that!” his mother admonished but she then turned back to Nina. “He has a point though Nina. You should stay here. Honestly dear you are too old to be having accidents and frankly if you cannot hold it like a big girl then perhaps you should sit in your wet clothes as a lesson,” her mother concluded before turning back around. Calvin was dying. His dick was straining to be released and weeping precum into his boxers. Not only had one of the sexiest girls he had ever seen just pissed herself in front of him but she was going to sit in her wet clothes next to him for another hour or so at least! The fact it was poetic justice for his best friend was the cherry on top. “Can you let me out Harry? I want to run to the bathroom,” Calvin asked. “Sure dude,” Harry responded, climbing out of the car to let him out. As Calvin speed walked to the restrooms, he dimly heard Mrs. Johnson say, “see how the big kid lets people know beforehand he has to go so he doesn’t have an accident,”. Hearing the phrase only spurred him on more. The minute he got to the bathroom he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. He leaned back against it, quickly undid the button and fly of his jeans and then shoved his hand down his boxers to get a grip on his achingly hard member. He moaned then quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid thigh with his free hand as he began jacking himself off with the other. It didn’t take long before he was orgasming so hard he saw stars, his cum splattering on the floor of the gas station bathroom. He quickly pulled back up his underwear and pants, cleaned up his mess, washed his hands, and then went back to the car as if nothing had happened. So they got back onto the road. Everyone in the car assumed that Nina’s accident was the most excitement they were going to get on this car ride. Everyone except Nina who knew that the growing discomfort in her gut only spelled bad news. “Why the hell did I drink so much coffee when we got on the road?” she thought, internally cursing her past self. Her bowels were growing angry and impatient, ready to release a load she had been carrying since yesterday. “I should have gone before we left or even at that first rest stop, then I wouldn’t be in this mess!” she thought, incredibly self conscious. The pressure was slowly mounting and Nina was seriously concerned that she may not make it to the lake house and in her current state, in clothes soaked in her own piss, she definitely didn’t want to request another bathroom break. Calvin had been sneaking glances at Nina even more since she wet herself, which meant he was rather attuned to her body language. Initially he assumed her occasional shifting was because of the discomfort of wearing wet clothing but now he was starting to suspect a different culprit. “No- there is no way I am getting this lucky in one day,” he thought in disbelief as he began to notice subtle signs that Nina may just need to take a shit. The more time wore, on the more convinced Calvin became. Nina was rocking a little bit, her hand subconsciously rubbing her gut in an attempt to soothe it, and she was clearly clenching her lower body. There was no doubt about it, Nina desperately needed to go poop. It was only a matter of whether Calvin would get lucky enough to witness Nina have another accident or not. The pain and cramping in her abdomen was getting more intense and Nina could feel her load desperately trying to escape. She began to grind her ass back into the seat for additional pressure but each grind would result in some of the piss in the towel rising to the surface again. The constant reminder that she had just had an accident was not helping at all in her struggle to avoid another. Finally her father merged off the highway onto one of the small town roads and then soon after he merged to an even smaller road surrounded by trees on either side. The paving was rough and uneven, making for an equally rough ride, and each vibration was like a dagger in her gut. Nina could feel a bit starting to peek out of her straining hole and prayed that she could hold out just a little longer. Calvin couldn’t get enough of the show. Harry had decided to save up his material for teasing his sister and was giving her a break for now. He was staring out his window, but Calvin was transfixed. Every little sign of her desperation, from her clenched fists in her lap to her constant shifting in the seat, turned him on. He thought it couldn’t get any more perfect until suddenly it did. As he was watching Nina so intently he noticed her suddenly look out the window, face burning red. When his eyes shifted lower he saw she was leaned so her weight was resting on her window side hip and her ass was lifted off the seat. To the inattentive it may seem like she was simply leaning closer to the window but Calvin knew better. “No way. No way!” Calvin thought excitedly. Sure enough, a brown bulge was beginning to form in the back of Nina’s leggings. Nina could not believe it. Peeing herself had been bad enough but this was a whole new low. It felt like an out of body experience, like she was watching from above as she shifted her weight and felt log after log of shit force its way past her tired asshole and into her nice white panties. The flimsy things of course could hardly contain the massive mess Nina was filling them with so it didn’t take long for her shit to snake into the leggings themselves, staining the material brown and forming a bulge there. Harry recognized one of the landmarks outside his window and excitedly turned to announce “we’re only five minutes away now!” He stopped though when he saw Calvin’s expression. He then followed Calvin’s gaze to Nina, who was still shitting herself, and muttered a quiet “oh my god,” then, as he recovered from the shock announced far louder “Oh my god Nina is shitting herself!” Her parents were in disbelief. There was no way their college bound daughter was shitting herself in the backseat. So Mr. Johnson quickly pulled over, threw the car in neutral, and then he and his wife both turned around to see for themselves. Sure enough, Nina hadn’t quite finished yet and so they, as well as the rest of the car’s occupants, watched as the stain and bulge continued to grow for another couple minutes. When Nina finally stopped the car went silent. “Nina sit down,” her father finally said quietly. “But Dad...” she started, “I said sit down!” he interrupted her. She whimpered and nodded. She took a minute to gather herself and then obediently sat back down, wincing as doing so squished the mess against her and caused the stain to spread further. The rest of the ride was quiet as Nina stewed in her embarrassment, Harry texted his other friends about what had happened, their parents fumed and wondered how to deal with their daughter, and Calvin tried to will down his near painful erection. When they finally arrived at the house, the whole group climbed out of the car. While everyone else stretched their limbs, Nina fidgeted nervously, not quite knowing what to do until her parents unlocked the door to the house. Her father walked to the door and unlocked it then turned back to her. “Go get cleaned up,” he sighed. She nodded and scampered into the house. Calvin stared at her leggings, inspecting the damage as she went. The entire butt area of her white leggings were stained brown and the piss stains were a wide arc covering most of her thighs as well. “I can’t believe this! I am going to make sure she never forgets this!” Harry said triumphantly, clapping Calvin on the shoulder. “I certainly won’t forget,” Calvin thought, already thinking of how this would fit into his next masturbation session even as his friend walked with him into the house.
  8. Alltheomorashi

    Simon says

    I vote diaper leaking and getting changed in public.
  9. 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.”
  10. 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?”
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    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.
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    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.
  13. 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.

  14. 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.
  15. 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.