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  1. /** Authors note: Ella and Amber are original characters of mine that are involved in a lot of my fantasies! Their ages are: Ella (24) and Amber (26). I am planning to write more content with them, and I may release some art. You are free to use the characters in your stories, art, etc, but I reserve the right to write and portray my own characters however I like. Questions and comments are welcome! **/ Ella arrived at Amber's house with snacks, drinks, and a bag of clothes. The two women had been planning this Lord Of The Rings marathon for a long time, and Ella was excited to finally have it. Not only did she relish the chance to rewatch LOTR, she also had a little bit of a thing for Amber. This could be her chance to go from friends to something more. Outside the door, Ella gave herself one last check over. She was wearing her favorite nightgown, grey with pink flowers and very soft. Her heart racing, Ella knocked. It only took a second for Amber to answer. She welcomed Ella in with a hug. Amber was tall, deep brown skin and big curly hair. She was wearing a mustard yellow shirt and light green shorts, with a pair of bunny slippers. As Ella pulled out of the hug she felt like she could barely breathe. Amber's bright smile was more than she could handle. Slightly dazed, Ella walked into the small place. The living room was carpeted, with a dark red couch and a rocking chair taking up most of the space. The room smelled like vanilla and fresh popcorn. Ella noted that the movie was already cued up on the television, and the table in front of it was covered in snacks and drinks. She also noticed a brown cardboard box next to the table, but didn't think much of it. Amber pointed things out as she explained the plan. "Okay so, we're not leaving until we have watched the hobbit and all the Lord Of The Rings movies. I have enough snacks and drinks for three days. We can sleep here if we need to." Amber moved to open the box. "There's the bathroom, but there's a twist. The first person who has to pee will wear the diaper of shame for the rest of the marathon!" She pulled out a white shape from the box and unfolded it to reveal a bulky adult diaper. It was white with blue tapes, and looked absolutely ridiculous to Ella. Amber grinned, her eyes full of mischief. Ella couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds fun! I agree to the game." Amber put the diaper down on top of the box. "Great! To make things fair we'll both go to the bathroom first. May the biggest bladder win!" After everything was sorted and both women had emptied their bladders, they got comfortable on the couch. Amber had a soda, but Ella decided to cautiously get a lemonade. They started the first movie and relaxed, eating generous portions of popcorn and candy each. The popcorn was salty, and before Ella knew it, she had finished the lemonade. She switched to water, and found herself quite thirsty. The water worked its way through her kidneys fast, and soon she started to feel a slight pressure in her bladder. As the pressure increased, Ella tried to slow her water consumption. Despite her efforts she found herself finishing her second water bottle. She glanced over at her friend. Amber had drained the soda and was working on another. Ella relaxed slightly. She only had to pee a little, and surely the caffeinated beverage would get to Amber first. Time was passing slowly for Ella, and soon she found herself getting really desperate. She had stopped drinking water entirely, but her bladder continued to fill. The blanket gave her enough cover to hold herself, but she soon switched to sitting with her heel in her crotch. The arrangement helped, but it certainly wasn't the picture she had entertained of leaning onto Amber's shoulder. She shifted again. How long was this movie again? Ella felt like she could maintain some dignity if she at least made it through the first movie without a break. She shifted to her other foot, but it didn't help. Amber was sitting leaned over, her legs together like a mermaid tail. Ella hoped that she was desperate, despite the fact that Amber looked fine. She tried to lose herself in the movie. The movie ended, and Ella could hardly move. Amber stood up and stretched, and then strolled into the kitchen. Ella stood up too, but the sudden gravity forced her to clench everything in order not to leak. All she wanted was relief. She gave up. "Amber, I'm going to be the one in the shame diaper haha, I'm about to burst!" Ella blushed deeply as she said this, hands still gripping her crotch. "Thank god!" Breathed Amber, suddenly collapsing into a mirror of Ella's position. She grabbed herself and groaned slightly. "I'm so competitive, I actually started to leak a little when I stretched!" Ella was shocked by the revelation, and strangely turned on. Watching Amber grip herself and squirm was oddly exciting... She shook her head to physically push the thought away. "First dibs on the bathroom!" Ella peed for what felt like minutes, enjoying the feeling of getting to let go. She washed her hands and opened the bathroom, almost running into a desperate Amber ducking in. Ella tried her best not to listen to Amber pee, but she could help but hear the thunderous spray and Amber's light moans. Ella held herself for a quick second, though not because she needed to pee. Both refreshed, Ella awkwardly brought up the competition. "I guess I have to put on the diaper of shame now, huh?" Amber smiled. "To be honest, I think we were closer to a tie than anything. Neither of us could have lasted much longer. It seems only fair to split the punishment, we'll both wear diapers." Ella agreed that sounded fair. She was still embarrassed about the idea of putting a diaper on, but she was also strangely curious. She hadn't worn a diaper since she was a baby. In the bathroom, Ella tried to figure the diaper out. It crinkled more than she expected, and she felt self conscious about the noise. The inside was thick and softer than she expected. Finally she decided to sit on the floor and straddle the diaper in order to fasten the tapes. It took a couple tries to get them in the right place, and when she stood up Ella could feel that it was slightly tilted to the right. There was a little bit of a gap around the legs, but otherwise it seemed to fit perfectly. As Ella put her pajama shorts on over the bulky thing, she found the whole experience oddly calming. As ridiculous as the item was, it was also comfortable. She brushed away these musings and fixed her face into one of humiliation and silliness as she left the bathroom. A few minutes later, Amber emerged. She hadn't put her pants back on so she was only wearing the diaper on the bottom. Ella noted that it seemed to fit better than her own, and the tapes were even on both sides. She did a silly little turn around for Ella and they both laughed. A new bowl of popcorn was popped, and new beverages were acquired as the pair started the next movie. Ella was absolutely determined not to need a break for a long time. She settled down into the blankets and sipped a soda. Time passed and Ella became completely engrossed in the movie. It was dead silent between her and Amber as they enjoyed the action. As the movie finished up, Amber immediately went to put the next one on. Ella checked the clock. It was midnight now, and she was feeling a little sleepy. She felt a very slight pressure in her bladder, so she got an energy drink and sat back down. It was easy to down the little can and she was soon drinking water again. The energy drink woke her up a little, but it soon started to have another effect. The soda and water from earlier moved quickly into her bladder, and she went from barely feeling anything to needing a bathroom in no time. She moved subtly to hold herself, but soon encountered the diaper she had forgotten she was wearing. It was hard to hold with the thick material, so she changed to the heel method again. Amber noticed the movement, but seemed to take it as Ella getting cold. She wrapped her arm around Ella and pulled her close, allowing Ella to rest against her side. It was a dream come true for Ella. She was finally cuddling with Amber! Her bladder was completely forgotten as she focused on leaning in just the right amount, trying not to move too much. The spell lasted maybe 20 minutes before Ella's bladder started to scream its need. Ella shifted, trying to gain an angle where she could hold, but there were no good positions. Amber released her from the side hug after Ella started to wiggle, and Ella could have cried. She rubbed her legs, squeezed her thighs, did everything that she could to continue holding, but her bladder only got more full. A sharp pang ran through her body and Ella instinctively leaned forward. It took half a second to realize she was leaking bad, and another two seconds to stop. Ella looked around in shock. She couldn't remember the last time she actually had an accident. If she had been wearing her panties, there would be a substantial wet spot. However, right now, all Ella felt was warmth. She tentatively reached down a hand to check the damage, and found the leak to be well contained in the diaper. The only evidence it had happened was the warm feeling on her crotch, and the slight firmness of the padding. A strange euphoria washed over her. Ella's bladder was far from relieved, however, and the first leak was followed quickly by a second one. This time she rode the leak out, paying close attention to the diaper. She felt a sudden warmth, and then the diaper wicking it up. Nowhere in her wildest dreams had she meant to actually use the diaper, but now that she had leaked a little the feeling was almost pleasant. Ella relaxed slightly. As long as the leaks were contained, she was sure she could keep holding. Amber didn't ever have to know that she had used the diaper, and they could keep watching the movie uninterrupted. As time went on, Ella had a few more involuntary leaks. Despite the loss of fluid, her desperation was worse than ever. Ella's hands were shaking, her skin was clammy with sweat. All she could think about was how much she needed to pee. Fine. She would have to ask to go to the bathroom a second time, like a child. She accepted her fate. Ella was just about to speak up when she realized something. At this point, she couldn't even move her legs or she was going to lose control. There was no way she would make it through standing up and walking to the bathroom. The warm, damp padding between her legs made it even harder to hold. She really couldn't make it. The diaper was pretty big. Ella felt the damage. Even after several substantial leaks it was mostly dry. It could definitely take more. She wasn't sure how wet it would look if she soaked it, but maybe if she could just leak a little bit she could relieve some of the pressure. Maybe just one voluntary leak could let her make it to the bathroom. Ella placed a hand on her crotch under the blanket. She checked to see if Amber was watching, but the woman was totally focused on the movie. Ella slowly breathed in, and then let the breath out. She relaxed a little, and the pee came gushing out. Suddenly scared that she couldn't stop, Ella forced her tortured bladder to stop. It was agony. She could feel her body straining not to release. She felt the diaper, it was still holding up great. She relaxed again and piss soaked into the diaper. Stopping was even harder the second time, and the effort brought tears to Ella's eyes. She wasn't going to make it. She was having an accident. She was losing control right in front of her crush. Suddenly, Ella realized that she was peeing again. She tried to stop, jamming her hand into her crotch, but she couldn't stop now. As she accepted her fate, Ella felt herself relax all the way. Pee was now rushing out faster than the diaper could absorb and she felt it pooling near her butt. She lifted herself slightly of the couch in the hopes of letting the diaper expand, put the extra effort just made her bladder hiss. Ella ground her crotch into her hand, hoping desperately that Amber didn't hear the hissing urine. Finally, the flow tapered off. Ella's face was bright red, and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She felt incredibly relieved, but at the same time she had no idea what to do. If she stood up it would be absolutely obvious that her diaper was soaked. Maybe if she waited until Amber left the room she could steal another diaper, sneak into the bathroom, wrap the wet one in her pants, put the dry diaper on, and then secret the wet diaper into her luggage to throw out later? As Ella plotted her escape, she felt around the edges of the full diaper. It was warm and swollen, building against her pants. The ass was still pretty dry, but the front was soaked. She ran a hand under her leg and froze. No. No no no no no no ... Her pants were wet. Not just a little, but quite a lot. The leg holes had leaked. Ella followed the leak down and soon discovered as wet patch on the couch. Not only had she soaked her diaper, she had leaked right onto Amber's couch. It was an absolute nightmare. The red material of the couch showed ever drop of sweat, much more a huge patch of pee. Even if it dried before Amber saw, it might still smell like piss. There was nothing to do but admit the truth. Ella began to cry. Very softly at first, as the panic of the situation set in, but soon it became gentle sobs as shame washed over her. Amber looked over and saw that Ella was crying. She paused the movie, and her expression went from shock to concern. "Ella, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Not equipped to explain herself, Ella just sobbed harder. Amber was clearly very worried now. "Tell me what's going on, I want to help." "I ha- had to pee" Ella managed through the tears. Amber still looked freaked out. "You can go to the bathroom, that whole thing from earlier was just for fun." Ella shook her head. "I cou- couldn't ho- hold it" Amber shook her head in sympathy. "That's totally fine Ella, you're wearing a diaper. Accidents happen, and this wasn't even a big deal." The words of comfort only made Ella feel worse. "No, look!" She cried, throwing back the blanket and showing Amber the stains of the couch. Two dark patches were clearly defined from where Ella was sitting. Amber made an "Oh" face at the spots. "Oh Ella baby, don't worry about the couch. I keep a cover on here anyway. It's totally alright. You're okay. I feel bad about this whole thing." Ella was trying to calm down, but she could seem to stop crying. Every sob made her diaper squelch, and the warm sensation was now a mark of humiliation. Amber hugged Ella to her, and gently rocked her back and forth. "Shhh shhh, it's going to be okay. This could happen to anyone." Finally Ella stopped crying, though she stayed in Amber's arms for a little longer, if only to avoid looking her in the eye. Ella was sure she could never face Amber again after this. The worst part was realizing that the accident was completely her own fault, she could have used the bathroom at any time. Ella felt miserable. "I'm sorry about this. I'm really sorry. Gosh I can't believe I cried so much... I'm really just so embarrassed." Amber nodded gently at the apology. "It's really no big deal. I feel like I created this whole situation with my game. I shouldn't have made you feel so uncomfortable." There was silence for a few minutes before Amber spoke again. "Actually, I really have to pee by now too. Would it make you feel better if I wet myself as well?" Ella looked up in shock. "You don't have to do that. " Amber smiled. "Don't worry, this can be a secret between us." With that Amber settled into a more laid back position. She took Ella's hand and gently placed it on the front of her diaper. Ella's eyes were wide as she took it all in. She tried her best to look nonchalant with her hand on Amber's crotch. Amber moaned slightly, and then sighed. To Ella's wonder she felt the sudden warmth bloom in the diaper under her hand. Amber's eyes rolled back, her face the picture of ecstacy as urine hissed in. The diaper swelled in places, but didn't leak. She ran her hand down deeper between Ambers legs and felt the warmth there. Ella's own crotch was buzzing with arousal that she hadn't expected. The stream ended, and then Amber pushed out a few more gushes before sitting back up. Ella withdrew her hand, shame replaced with wonder. Both women sat there for a second in their soaked diapers. Finally, Amber spoke. "Would you like me to help you get changed? You can put your underwear back on if you want." Ella considered her response carefully. "I'm worried about more leaks tonight... So maybe I should wear another diaper?" If it was possible to blush anymore Ella would have done it. Amber looked happy. "Sure!" Amber got a trashcan and some wipes. She had Ella lay down on the couch, and then she carefully removed the soaked diaper. Ella felt her pulse going a mile a minute as Amber revealed her bare bits. She shivered as the cold air hit the wet skin. Amber threw out the diaper and then got a dry one. She spread it beneath Ella's bottom, and then began to gently wipe her legs. As she got closer and closer in she kept looking at Ella's face to make sure it was still okay. Ella gave her small nods. Finally Amber got to the vagina. She wiped around the lips, and then right down the middle. Ella gasped gently. She was obviously wet, and her clit was swollen and sensitive. Amber wiped her again, and Ella groaned with need. Amber put the wipes down and began slowly fingering her. She traced her finger up and down, and then pushed it into Ella's hole. Drawing the wet finger back out she set to work on Ella's clit. It only took a little bit of work for Ella to cum hard, groaning and straining against the bed. Amber gave her one last wipe, and then fitted the diaper in place. She taped it securely, making sure that there were no gaps around the legs this time. Ella sat up and was immediately met with a kiss from Amber. Ella kiss back, still feeling the afterglow. She pulled Amber into her lap and began to undress her breathlessly. Amber ground her wet diaper into Ella's dry one, groaning and almost whining now as Ella got to her breasts. Ella kissed her neck and breasts, working down. She pushed Amber back and got to work on pulling the sodden diaper off. Not caring to throw it out right now, she set it on the floor and leaned down. Amber's slit was wet with more more than piss. Ella leaned down and lapped at the slickness before setting to work with her tongue. She could smell the fain scent of piss as she worked, but it didn't feel gross somehow. It just felt right. Amber's legs got tense as Ella ate her, and when she couldn't take it any longer she arched her back and gave in to the orgasm. Clenched muscles sent the last of her bladder jetting on the couch and Ella's hand. She fell back, panting, with a smile on her face. Ella also sat back, but Amber had gotten her horny all over again. She put a hand down her diaper and rubbed herself, clenching and grinding into her hand. Every time she would clench hard she would leak a little, and soon the crotch of her diaper was warm again. It barely took a minute for her to cum a second time. Amber threw the wet diaper away and then put a new one on under Ella's watchful eye. Once they were both dry and padded, they cuddled together and unpaused their movie. Ella had discovered a new kink, and Amber couldn't be happier about it.
  2. Hey everyone! I don't often have completely unplanned accidents, but tonight was such an occasion. This anecdote contains a LOT of messing content, so if you're not into that (but for whatever reason clicked on this post despite the tags and title), this is your last warning that you may want to find something else to read. That out of the way, here we go. I was hanging out in my apartment as usual. I was wearing a grey crop top and grey/white striped panties. No pants, because I didn't feel like putting pants on after taking off my khakis when I got home. I was on the couch watching TV, but I got up to walk around a bit and stretch my legs. So here I am, standing in the kitchen in my undies. Now, I've been pretty gassy all day. Something I had for lunch didn't agree with me, and ever since I got home I've been passing gas pretty frequently. Right after getting up off the couch I let out a pretty big fart. As I was in the kitchen, I felt more gas coming. I pushed a bit and a released a few small farts. A few minutes went by, and I felt another big one coming. I decided to just let it release. It was pretty long, and afterwards I realized that it felt different from the farts I'd been passing earlier. I patted my butt absentmindedly and was shocked to discover a lump there. Did I just poop myself? I looked over at the silver fridge door. Reflected in it are my legs. I turned around and lo and behold, my panties are bulging and lumpy. I just pooped myself. I pulled my panties down a bit to inspect the damage. Only one log slid out, but I'm surprised it was a big piece and not just small stuff. I pulled my undies back up and was wondering how I could've accidentally dropped a log when I farted again and felt more poo exiting my bottom. At this point I was kind of panicky. I love messing, but I basically never mess myself accidentally, which was what was happening now. l looked over again and saw that my panties were sagging now, enough that the top of my crack was visible. I had felt a few more medium sized bits of poo come out. I began to walk as fast as I could to the bathroom while clenching my cheeks. I still felt a lot more poo ready to come out. I made it to the potty without losing any more. I pulled down my messy panties, but before I could sit down I dropped a mid sized piece of poo on the floor. I sat down as fast as I could and the next chunk to come out made it into the potty. It took me about five minutes to finish pooping once I was on the toilet, even though most of it just slid right out. The whole time I was sitting on the potty, I had to stare at my messy underwear and the log I deposited on the floor. I stayed on the toilet for a while after I finished pooping just in case more had to come out. When I was satisfied that I had finished and wasn't going to mess myself again as soon as I got off the potty, I started the cleanup process: wiping myself off, disposing of my poopy underwear, and cleaning the bathroom floor where my leak landed. Now that that's all done, I took a short shower. I've decided to wear a diaper to bed tonight in case my stomach problems resurface, but I've felt fine since then. I'm currently laying in bed in my diaper, typing this up and listening to some music.
  3. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Uuh oooooh, looks like he didn't quite make it~ Remember, those tight superhero suits can be tricky to take off, so plan ahead or else you may be next to hopelessly load the seat of your rubber pants ;P
  4. [MALE WETTING STORY - My first genuine accident] So I live an hour, 10mins from my original home town and have just been there for the weekend. Driving home I was becoming ever more desperate with each different country road I turned down. Thus making me incredibly horny and started making plans to record myself wetting my favourite green shorts. That was my plan anyway... I get... not even 5mins away from my flat and I am at bursting point, legs shaking in the car, heavy breathing, the works. I was so confident I would make it home when it got to the last turn I realised how wrong I was. In a last minute manoeuvre I pulled off to the side of a quite back road thinking I would just pee a little in the bushes so I can make it home. Wrong again. I step out my car and I am all over the place, before I even get chance to pull my shorts down, a big spurt of pee escapes my bladder, game over. I realise in that moment there's no turning back. I rush round behind a large shrub, sit down and without any hesitation, start soaking my shorts. And I literally mean soaking, I didn't stop peeing for what felt like hours. I've never publicly wet myself so I am just in complete shock and this genuine wet accident. During all of this I am just getting more and more horny at the thought of what's just happened. I access the damage and it's not too noticble on my shorts but the back of my shorts were soaked... so whilst it was a very thrilling first public wetting, I'm more annoyed I didn't get myself squirming about on camera. I'll attach a picture of the shorts, as I said it wasn't that noticeable but my boxer shorts were dripping once I got in. Small pee stain on my car seat so I'll be sure to clean that momentarily. I'm home now and began drinking again because no my libido is through the roof, and my joggers seem like they could do with a good soaking. Let me know if you've had a similar experience! As well if you like the story I might be tempted to write more Omo' erotica, male & female. :)
  5. Hello Folks, I have been a bit of a lurker on here for a while now and finally decided to get involved. This is one of the stories I posted on another forum, hope you enjoy 🙂 Prologue Andy and his family have friends visiting from Australia, As they are staying near Edinburgh with Andy's Mum and Dad they decided to take them to see the Firth of Forth bridges and see some other sights. Andy is a slim 18 year old red head, he is wearing designer jeans, a tight white t shirt which reveals the crown of a nice pubic bush when he raises his arms. An over confident teenager Andy never listens to the advice of his parents which will soon be his humiliating downfall. The Story. Roslyn Chapel It was a fresh Autumnal morning in Stirling, the sun was out and there was barely a cloud in the sky. Andy had just woken up in his bedroom to the sound of the traffic on the street outside and the constant noise of footsteps outside his bedroom door. He stretched out in the bed, as most of us do in the morning, and threw the covers off him, stood up and checked himself out in the mirror. The vain 18 year old stood looking at his nude 18 year old body with his raging hard on pulsing in front of him, he grasped onto himself with a shudder as he suddenly realised his bladder was rather full. He threw on some PJ shorts and raced out of his room down the landing towards the bathroom. Luckily it was free, as he fished his now soft dick out and let the flow commence he felt frustrated that he would have to go with his family on a trip instead of heading to town with his friends for their usual weekend ritual of chasing the local talent and attending the clubs later that night. He proceeded to then get a shower and prepare himself for the boredom of the day ahead. Late morning and Andy went downstairs to his family to get some breakfast and was told he would be going in the second car to keep Josh, the friends eldest soon company in the back seat. Josh was not the most social of characters, he had been picked on by guys like Andy his whole life for being different. Josh was gay. Even though Josh did not like guys like Andy he loved how Andy looked and little did he know just how amazing his day was going to be. Josh and Andy jumped into the back seat of the second of the 2 cars, Andy sitting behind Josh's Dad, a rather tall man who has the front seat back rather far resulting in the back seats being rather cramped for Andy. Josh sat behind Andy's Dad which would have been a better place for Andy but then again it was unlikely that they would be in the car for long as Andy knew the itinerary for the day. First was a trip to Roslyn chapel, North of Edinburgh, then down to Queens ferry for a boat trip on the Forth around Lunch time, Followed by a run into Edinburgh itself for the castle, some shopping and dinner. Josh: 'Good Morning' Andy: 'Hey' Josh: 'Thanks for coming in the car with me, I doubt I would enjoy man chat from the front seats' Andy: 'yea?' Josh: 'Yea its nice having someone my own age to chat to' Andy rolled his eyes and simply put on his headphones completely ignoring Josh. When Josh realised what Andy had done he just thought to himself 'great all the way from Australia to here, cold weather and a cold reception' The trip eventually neared Roselynn chapel and the boys jumped out of the car, Andy felt a slight twinge in his bladder and not being one to be caught short decided to go and search for a restroom. Having a rather small bladder Andy was always looking for a restroom, never wanting to turn down the opportunity. Sadly in his search he found some public toilets that said they were closed for cleaning, this did not bother Andy much as he was sure he could go before they left. Whilst walking around the site Josh tried to strike up a conversation again. Josh: 'Look Andy I know I am not the kind of guy you would usually be friendly with but I would like us to get along, it is great to have someone else my own age on these trips my parents go on' Andy: 'Yea sure, sorry I was rude in the car, I was not looking forward to today' Andy however had a guilty secret. He did not like guys like Josh because Andy had always been a little curious about having some fun with a guy. Josh: 'so after this church where are we off to?' Andy: 'Down to Queens ferry to go on a boat ride I think' Josh: 'Awesome, I love trips on the water, something great about being on something fluid' Just then Andy remembered his slightly forgotten need, it had been about 30mins since he couldn't get into the restroom and he was starting to feel the need. Andy: 'I am just going to go and find the toilets' Josh: 'Cool I really need to go too so I will come along' Josh jokingly gave his crotch a squeeze which Andy saw, and boy did Andy see it, the bulge on Josh's chinos was huge, certainly compared to Andy anyway. Andy's inner confidence was good when it came to the size of his own dick but now he felt slightly threatened and a little aroused. As the arrived in the toilets Andy went straight to the urinal, Josh pulled up along side him and fished his huge dick out. Andy couldn't help it, he looked down at Josh and immediately got hard, his foreskin retracted exposing his big purple head and Josh let out a squeal as he looked down and saw Andy get hard. Andy was embarrassed and immediately put his average sized dick away, head still exposed and still hard as hell without having squeezed out so much as a drop. Josh came back out of the toilets only to see Andy looking angry. Andy told him to tell no-one what happened or he would regret it. Suddenly Andy remembered he had not been able to piss and was now feeling a dead weight in his bladder, not helped by him standing out in the cold crisp air. His Mum called over to them that they were going to Queens ferry and to get in the cars. Andy was a little worried now. He knew it was not a long drive to Queens ferry and thought he could make it, even if only just but he certainly couldn't afford to appear weak now and so resigned to holding on. Queensferry As they arrived in the small area of Queensferry Andy was worried. He knew he could not hold on for long and was absolutely bursting, pinching at his dick was not an option as his foreskin was still retracted from earlier and the rubbing against his boxer briefs was not helping either. As they drove down the cobblestone streets towards the car park Andy had a moment of sheer horror. He saw a public toilets and the sight was enough to let a small spurt escape, immediately followed by a slightly longer one. He begged his Dad to stop the car so he could go to the toilet but his Dad just told him to grow up. Andy had not mentioned his desperate state the entire trip in the car and his Dad simply didn't believe him. Josh however peered over and saw the little wet patch of Andy's jeans and mockingly asked if he was going to wet himself. That question was enough to let another spurt escape. All Andy could think of was his dick was piss flowing out of it, he could mentally see the piss on his pubic hair and could feel it on his, now small. purple head. The wetness did however do one thing to help Andy, as he struggled to hold himself his foreskin flopped back over his head. When the car came to a stop in the car park Andy jumped out. the public toilets were now too far away for Andy to make it, he was now dangerously close to losing control, he looked around for somewhere to go. He saw some steps leading down to the beach, the sound of the water and the cold air made him release another longer spurt. Andy now had a small wet patch about the size of a tennis ball to the right side of his jeans and a streak, stretching a couple of centimetres down from it. He proceeded down the steps and started to unzip but just then, Josh, who was enjoying the sight very much (wet himself in his underwear but for an entirely different reason) shouted to Andy that he cannot just pee in public. Andy head his Mum and Dad calling for him and he panicked. He put himself away but not before spurting more into his jeans. He ran up to his parents asking where the toilets were but it was too late. As he was asking his parents he felt his legs get warm and heard the unmistakable hissing sound from his crotch. Andy was now in full flow, his limp teenage cock powerless to resist the torrent flowing from him. His Dad simply apologised for not believing him earlier and told him that he had some of Andy's gear from football in the back of the car so that he could change. Andy walked back to the car to rummage for some chinos he left there last time he attended training as he travelled home in his kit. As he rummaged, Josh how was now on the verge on blowing his load told Andy that was the hottest thing he had ever seen, Andy simply told him to leave him alone. Andy walked the walk of shame back towards the public toilets. A fit young guy with a huge wet patch on his jeans being witnessed by everyone. He walked inside and felt someone grab his arm. Josh pulled him into the disabled toilets and locked the door. Andy: 'what the f*ck are you doing?' Josh: 'Just shut up and do as you are told' Andy was pinned against the wall while Josh engaged, passionately kissing Andy's neck, whispering in his ear how hot he was, Andy had never been treated this way before and felt himself get hard in his sodden jeans and tight fitting boxer briefs. Josh proceeded to undo his own chinos but was a little caught up in the moment and Andy saw Josh get very wet around the tip of his huge cock, Josh was moaning and panting as he kissing Andy and reached down towards Andy's crotch, but it was all a little too much for Josh as he suddenly shot his load in his underwear, soon followed by Andy after he was tugged Andy a couple of times Folks this is very much a first effort at story writing, it is not something I would say I was great at but its a fantasy I wanted to have written down so I hope you enjoyed it
  6. I haven't worn in a few weeks. I just haven't really been in the mood. Then Sunday morning my stomach was rumbling and I decided to put on a pull-up, just in case. I haven't had a real accident in years but something told me I should not stray too far from a toilet, or at least be wearing one... I went for a walk to get some coffee and started feeling like I made the right choice to go padded. And even though I did use the toilet before I left my house, my bladder had already refilled from my morning coffee. I was starting to wish I had worn a real diaper instead of a pull-up! I had on some grey yoga pants so any leaks would have been quite obvious. I made it back home with only a few dribbles, and I decided I didn't want to waste this opportunity. I poured a big glass of water and brought my laptop outside to my patio so I could browse some Omo sites and wait for an accident to happen. I didn't even make it that far... In just the few minutes it took to bring my things outside, I started losing control fast. I was have a genuine accident. The back of my pull-up was filling up with every step I took. I could feel it spreading out as it met the resistance of my yoga pants. By this point I was already going to need a shower and leaks were no longer a concern, so I stopped trying to fight it and just stepped onto the grass and let go. The relief was almost orgasmic. The warm wetness pooling in the front of my pull-up and the soft mush totally filling the back seemed to put me in a trance. And I have no idea how it held, but the pull-up didn't leak at all! Usually they leak almost immediately if I flood them. I started rubbing the soft squishy front and gave it a squeeze. That felt SO GOOD and it definitely leaked then. Now I was getting really turned on and I needed a shower quite badly, so I took a few photos, got in the shower, still wet and messy, and took care of some other needs while straddling the side of the tub... Once my legs stopped shaking and I could stand up again, the shower felt amazing. I ended up having to throw away the yoga pants since the pull-up didn't do a very good job of containing things. It was totally worth it.
  7. So I almost wet myself in front of my coworkers today, I had a meeting that was a little too long for me. I drank coffee and water beforehand, and I didn't think to go to the toilet when I had the chance because I didn't feel the need. My bladder started getting uncomfortably full after an hour, and after two hours, I was starting to get truly desperate. I always wear protection at work because of situations like these, so I had an Abena pullup on underneath my black work pants. 15 minutes before the meeting was supposed to end, I started leaking into my padding, one drop at a time. No matter how hard I squeezed my legs together and clenched my muscles, I couldn't stop it, and the pressure in my bladder only kept building. 3 minutes before the meeting was over, I let a spurt of pee escape into my pullup, and then another. The padding completely absorbed it, but I felt like I was inches away from completely flooding and maybe overflowing and wetting my pants and chair. In the next two minutes, I was holding with all my might just trying not to flood right there. As soon as people started standing up, I was up and speedwalking like a madwoman towards the restrooms. Every step I took made me leak a fresh spurt of pee into my pullup. Luckily, the ladies' room was very close by, and the gender ratio of my office area is hilariously skewed, so it's almost always empty. I yanked open the restroom door and reached a stall, opening and slamming the door shut without locking it. Sometime between getting into the stall and ripping off my pants and pullup, I started uncontrollably pissing, first into my padding then wetting the toilet seat and my pants with splatters of pee. I sighed in relief, listening to my pee hit the water in the toilet bowl and reaching a hand out to stop the stall door swinging open on its own.
  8. I work in home office at the time,and I have really much stuff to do.So than i simply just try to hold it as long as I can,but that was a bad idea. I wet myself multiple times during the day and even my Flatmate noticed that I peed my pants.This was so embarrassing. The pictures are from my accident at work.
  9. I understand that this falls more into the category of embarrassing than anything else, but has anyone ever seen someone, male or female, have a genuine wetting accident. Not drunk or ill or as a child. But a genuinely true accident by an adult? No need to provide any detail on the thread if you don’t want to, but a simple ‘yes, female, thirties’ or something like that would do. I’m intrigued as to whether such incidents are rarer than once in a lifetime experience to witness.
  10. Describe any memorable experiences where you witnessed a female partner (or friend) either coming home desperate or urgently needing to pee, where they don't make it to the toilet in time and can't stop What happened and how did you witness? Such as coming out... while getting pants down, the entire way to the bathroom, stopping or crouching down to the ground on the way there she it all coming out, etc.
  11. Ashi

    female Dead by Omorashi

    From the album: Ashi's Omorashi Art

    Just some personal work of (( self insert )) being hunted down by my fave slasher, Myers. I think a desperation mechanic would work well in a game like Dead By Daylight.
  12. The other day I woke up and was kinda desperate, so was trying to hold it long enough to change into some jeans. But I always underestimate how easily I could lose control with my morning pee, and I ended up getting my pj's wet, standing there legs crossed trying to stop it from coming. I couldn't. So after making a nice little puddle, I eventually stopped the flow and took off my black leggings. Then I sat there drinking more liquids and holding. It was a really satisfying intense hold. After I took off my jeans I sat there in just panties waiting for the next urge to pee so I can soak them one last time before changing into dry clothes for a walk outside. It felt secretly naughty to be piss scented underneath and be wearing clean and dry clothes. I walked for about 45 minutes and started feeling another urge. Thinking, I can manage, I'm probably empty and it's probably all in my mind, I kept going on with my walk. Well soon I was feeling it bit more. I still tried to hold on, see if I could make it home. The wave passed again. But less than a minute more and I was standing in the grass next to the pavement and pissing my pants. Feeling a bit ashamed, thinking about how I really thought I could make it home without wetting myself, and slightly irritated because I was wearing new shoes and I didn't want them to get pissed on yet. I walked on, wearing pants that don't show wetness, passing other walkers and bikers, enjoying my naughty wet pants, loving the idea that I had an accident. By the time I got back home my pants were nearly dry, and I had them on a long time after they dried.
  13. From the album: bfdi omorashi art

    marker was playing rock paper scissors with stapy and foldy with a full bladder and of of course it ended badly for him
  14. Preface: More than a year later I'm pulling out this story I suggested on my blog. For those who are big into Jojo, this is supposed to take place after the battle with Notorious B.I.G., and before they finish with Metallica. I may do a part 2. Let me know what you think with a comment or something, or just an upvote. Word Count: ~6k Time to Read: 20 minutes or less Fighting Gold Guido Mista was pacing around the center carpet of the secret turtle room, ranting to himself as Giorno and Trish looked on. The eccentric man was amazing with a pistol, but when it came to other topics he could be difficult. “I’m not going there,” Mista said, “If it was on any other street, maybe, sure as a favor, but on that street, never!” Trish watched him as she sipped a bottle of mineral water through a straw. It seemed no matter how insane their travels became, there were some personality quirks that would never change. Giorno didn’t seem to be paying much attention, and was reading a newspaper they had received from the other members of Bucciarti’s team before they left to scout ahead. Occasionally he looked up, and then turned his turquoise eyes back down. Trish stopped sucking on her mineral water, and pursed her painted lips together, “Why can’t you go, exactly?” “Forgetting that it is a bad idea, and that Bucciarti told us to stay hidden while they check out the island,” Mista stopped pacing, and his face twisted into an annoyed expression. Trish rolled her hands in the air, hoping something would get him to finish his thought. “That market is on 4th street!” Mista shouted, “I can’t shop there. You’ll just have to make do with that water, we can worry about the rest later.” “Worry about it later?” Trish said while looking up from her bottle, “I’ve been worrying about it since we left venice.” Giorno dropped his newspaper and looked at the other two, “What is this about?” Mista stiffened up, “What? This? She wanted me to do some shopping for her, before we go and try to find out the Boss’s identity.” The golden-haired boy looked over at Trish, who turned her eyes away and went back to sipping at her mineral water. “This isn’t the time for shopping,” Giorno said, “we should be hiding out. If there are anymore assassins, they might catch us out in the open. Bucciarti went over this.” Mista chuckled, scratching at his neck before turning back to Trish, “Exactly Giorno, that’s what I told her. She wouldn’t believe me. Then she tried to have me go to that market place, I would have died for sure.” Giorno went to pull his newspaper up, and then immediately dropped it again, “What were you going to buy?” Trish tilted her head, “Not that it is any of your business, but some of us don’t like being stuck in the same underpants for so long. I haven’t had a chance to change since we left.” Giorno furrowed his brow, “That’s silly, this is a life or death situation. We just almost died in that plane and you’re worried about underpants?” “All the more reason to be worried!” Trish said as she sat up in her seat, “What if I had died in the same panties I’d been wearing for a week? That’s disgusting!” Mista’s stance shifted, and he scratched at his waistband as he thought about it. Giorno shook his head and stood up from his seat, “Mista, we should check the area again. Make sure it is still clear of any actual danger.” The boys went to the center of the room, and then their bodies were stretched and enlarged until Trish could see them at their full size through the window at the top of the secret room. It seemed that they still didn’t understand her situation. She knew it would be difficult being the only girl in a group of guys, but she never expected they would be fine living in filth. Before all of this started she only drank parisian water and wore designer brands. Now she would kill for a shower, at least, and a change. It was unhealthy to be in such inhumane conditions for so long. She understood that the others, especially Bucciarti, were risking their lives. They were doing it not only for their own safety, but for hers as well. Still, there were limits to what she could endure. Especially when she didn’t know how much longer they were going to be on the run. Trish got up from her seat and looked out the glass of the turtle’s hidden room. There was no sign of Giorno or Mista anymore. If she was fast, she could run and grab a fresh change from that market, and be back before anyone noticed. They would all come back safe with the name of her father, and no one would even know she had left. She exited the turtle, her mineral water in hand. They hid it in a small tourist booth, next to a bench. It was in an oddly open location, but she didn’t wait to question it. She tossed a brown cloak over her shoulders and started on her way into the little town on the beach of Sardinia. Most of the people in the little town seemed to be tourists from the mainland. Couples walking around with bags from this shop or another. Trish tried to seem inconspicuous, but between the drab cloak over her hair, and her fashionable skirt, someone was going to notice her for one or the other. Mista and Giorno were right, it was a bad idea to come. But she was already on 4th street, and at that point it was smarter to finish what she started and make it back just like she planned. She spotted a boutique, a small shop with dark blue exterior paint. There was a mannequin in the window in a cute orange skirt with a matching top. She could already guess which label it belonged to as she spotted it. That store would have what she needed. Trish ducked inside, dropping the cloak and shaking her hair back to proper form. “Uhm,” an older woman in a wide-shouldered dress suit cleared her throat to get Trish’s attention from across the store. “I’m glad you came in but uhm, no food or drink.” The woman pointed to a sign there by the entrance. Trish rolled her eyes at the woman. She didn’t know who she was talking to, so she could be forgiven for bothering Trish with small inconveniences. Then again, it would be a waste to throw the rest of the bottle out. Trish put a finger up to stop the other woman, then began to take heavier sips through her straw. As the woman watched, Trish finished the second half of the bottle, then handed it over. “You can throw that out,” Trish said as she went to check out the stock of the boutique. The woman almost dropped the bottle as it was handed to her, and gave a little huff of frustration before she went back behind the front counter to toss it. Trish’s main regret was that she didn’t have much money left on her. Some of the labels there were top of the line, and she could see herself in all of them. New tops, beautiful skirts, luxurious dresses. Some of the colors were a little out of season, but she couldn’t blame a little store in a tourist trap for that. “Miss?” The woman said as she walked to the opposite side of a display from Trish, “is there any particular item you are shopping for?” Trish looked away from the woman, moving to the next item. She grumbled under her breath, “Anything that doesn’t reek of seawater will do.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing,” Trish said, standing up and heading to a stack of blouses. The movement actually made her realize that she needed the restroom. She drank a whole mineral water earlier, then moved on to her second before Mista started his rant. After the situation with that enemy stand on the plane, she just wanted something to keep her calm. It was supposed to be comforting, now she was paying for it. At least she wasn’t in that turtle though, last time when Bucciarti tried to make her use… she shook the thought. “Do you have a bathroom?” Trish asked over her shoulder. “Excuse me?” The woman said again, it was starting to annoy Trish. “You know, to use the restroom.” The woman hesitated, and looked around, “Oh, uh, employees only I’m afraid.” Trish frowned, and clicked her tongue. Usually that would be fine, but she could already feel all that water building up. It was a bit of a walk back to the waterfront where that strange turtle was. She would have to cut her trip short, just grab the essentials. “Panties,” Trish said. “Huh?” “Take me to your undergarment section.” Trish pointed at the woman, and the older woman nodded and pointed the way. There wasn’t much there, actually. But there didn’t need to be. Center to it all were an absolutely cute pair. Trish picked them up and looked them over. Black, lace trim, delicate but comfortable material. They would hide well. Besides, anything was better than the week worn pair she was wearing. Even better, they were the perfect size despite being the last pair of that brand. “If I can put these on in the dressing room, I’ll take them.” The woman gave a nervous nod, and they proceeded to the counter. Trish pulled a clammy wad of bills out of her top, counted enough off, and handed them over to the woman at the register. The woman took the money with a smile, and then pointed to a small curtained off room at the back as she shoved the cash in the register. Trish took her newly purchased underpants and headed to put them on. Just like she thought, fast and easy. She would get out, find some bathroom along the walk home, and be done with this in time to get back before anyone knew she was gone. The panties slipped on perfectly. She knew her eyes hadn’t failed her, they were a great fit. The waist was a little tight against her body, sending a shiver through her midsection as her mind wandered to her bladder, but hopefully that would fade away when she relieved herself. She stepped out of the dressing room and looked for the older woman. No one else was in the boutique. Her product was paid for, and she didn’t really want to talk to the woman anymore anyway, so she shrugged and took her leave. Back on the street, she wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and looked up and down the street. A block further away, she could see a diner. It had little outdoor tables with umbrellas above to block out the sun. If she was in a different situation, she would have stopped to enjoy a bite to eat. But right now she just wanted their toilet. As Trish walked past a couple sitting at a table out front of the diner, she noticed their eyes on her. She didn’t have time for paranoia, not now. She walked through the door, and a man with a wide stomach and apron was standing in her way on the opposite side. Trish looked around him to see if she could spot a bathroom, and she saw what she wanted in the far corner, a sign on the wall pointing to the ‘il bagno’. “What do you want?” The man asked in a gruff and low voice. He had a clear pitcher in his hands with water to refill for the customers outside. “Just your restroom.” The man didn’t move, except for his eyes to peer over to his left, the direction of the bathroom. “That’s for customers.” His voice was direct, stern. This was a conversation he must have had in the past, telling off random people using his diner as nothing more than a piss pot. Trish wasn’t just anyone. She wasn’t a vagrant. “I just need to go quickly, I’ll buy something after.” Trish said as she started to step past him. The man’s arm moved out to block her path. “No, you can buy something now, or you can leave.” She felt a twinge of pain from her lower abdomen. Maybe it was the pressure, or walking around, but the mineral water was moving faster than she ever could have predicted. She squeezed her lower muscles, and shook her head. “I… yes, give me a moment.” She dug into her top and fished around for her money. Then she remembered that she just finished shopping at the boutique. All she had left was a small amount of change. She fished it out and looked at it, and the man looked down at the wadded up cash she was clutching. “Can I get, some water?” Trish asked with a reluctant look up. He moved the pitcher further from her, the water swishing around as he did. Her eye caught the swirling liquid, and she felt a ping in her bladder. “I’m not letting you ruin my restroom for a cup of water,” He said, “buy lunch, or go.” Trish stood up, and stamped her foot. “What is this? You won’t even take a customer? Is this how you treat people at your business!?” She raised her voice loud enough that she hoped people around would notice her. When she peered one way, she saw a man walking down the street look away, on her other side the couple eating were watching their plate. There was a man around the corner of the building, peering at her after she started making a scene, but based on his eyes she was sure he just wanted to leer at her. The owner of the diner grumbled, “Get out of here, you beggar!” He used his free hand to grab her wrist, her little bit of change falling to the ground, and pulled her hand up over her head. She shrieked in alarm, her heart beating faster, her legs kicking out at him as she tried to pull away. Her cloak fell off, and the man immediately let her go. When she looked up at him again, he seemed embarrassed. She was panting as her heart rate went back down. She looked around her, and now she had everyone’s attention. Did her appearance in her cloak make them think she was some nobody? She should have known. Trish stood up tall, and immediately regretted it. Pain went through her pelvis as her bladder swished and let out an alarm. She grunted and bent at the waist. “Sorry, I thought…” The man stammered, “I mean, you looked like.” “Can I get a water?” Trish said as she forced herself to stand again. She wasn’t going to humiliate herself in front of this nobody. She just needed the bathroom, she was fine. He reached inside and grabbed a glass, then used the pitcher to fill it. The sound of the waterfall was like knives in her stomach, and she tried to minimize how much her legs were trembling at the sound. He filled the glass high, and then handed it over. Trish thought about bending over to pay, and the pain it would bring. Instead she grabbed the glass and looked the man in the eyes. “You can get the money yourself.” He looked down and bent over to pick up the change. Trish started to drink. The water was delicious, refreshing, but every gulp of the drink made her want to drop the glass on the spot and speed-walk toward the bathroom. She told herself this still wasn’t an emergency, but the line between emergency and painful annoyance was fading by the second. She finished the glass, and let out a satisfying gasp. The man was finished grabbing the money, so Trish gave him his glass back and made a dismissive motion to get him to move out of the way. He stepped back, and she stepped into the diner. Crossing the diner was no problem, and thankfully no one was in the restroom. She made it, she was safe. She locked the door behind her, and prepared for her sweet relief. The bathroom was generously described as a hole in the floor surrounded by ceramic. There was a chain overhead to flush the whole apparatus with water once she was finished. It was someone’s definition of clean, no signs of someone else’s business, but the walls and tiles were disgusting. Trish didn’t have the time or energy to worry about that. Now that she was safe, her bladder was already making preparations for what came next. She pulled up her long skirt, and tried to get her fingers into the waistband of her new black panties. Her fingers slipped on the lacy material. She huffed, and went again, but she couldn’t quite get hold of them. It was nerves, she was sure of it. So she took a calm breath, and tried to pull her panties down again. Her fingers gripped the material just fine, but she couldn’t get anything between her body and the thin material. When she tried to pull the underwear away from herself, it was like yanking at her own skin. “Yowch!” She hissed as the soft skin just above her pubic area was pinched with the effort of trying to yank at the panties. Trish’s bladder rebelled. She didn’t know if it was because of her jostling her panties around, or just frustration that she was standing right in front of relief and couldn’t get it, but her lower body trembled and her legs tensed as she paused and concentrated. She wasn’t going to have an accident, not when she was this close. It wasn’t that bad yet, just a little painful. “Get off of me, you overpriced little…” Trish growled to herself as she tried other means. She tried to pull from below at her thigh, the panties stayed flush to her skin. She even tried the most brash tactic of pulling the gusset aside, only to find herself tugging on her most sensitive skin. “Why, why, why!” She whispered as her heart rate began to quicken. This wasn’t just tight clothing, she wasn’t too nervous or sweaty to get a good grip. There was something more going on here. There was a knock at the door to the bathroom, and a spark went up Trish’s spine as she stood up straight. “Excuse me?” Said a woman’s voice outside, “is someone in there?” Trish turned on the door. Now just the action of moving her legs was enough to cause concern. This was getting worse, she didn’t have time to deal with some idiot. “It is locked, isn’t it?” Trish replied. “Are you going to be long?” The woman asked, her voice growing quiet. “That’s none of your business!” Trish snapped, and she could hear the woman on the other side take a step back. “Rude!” “Hmph!” Trish snorted at the woman, but then her bladder twinged with pressure and she bent over at the waist. One knee went over the other as she tried to contain herself. She grumbled to herself as the pressure grew and grew in a wave. As the wave hit its peak, she forced a hand between her legs and held herself. The action made her blush, both from frustration and humiliation. “Okay, you’re coming off right now!” Trish shouted. “No, I don’t think I will.” Whispered a man’s voice. It was a slimy voice, like every man that has cat-called girls at night was fused into one being. Trish looked around, unsure where the voice was coming from. No one was in the room with her, which left very few options as to what was going on. “Down here, sweetie.” Trish looked down between her locked knees at the soft black material that had become such a hassle. She could just barely sense it, like pulses of energy coming off of the panties. An enemy stand! She thought as she gasped. She was only away from the others for a few minutes, and she was already under attack! How did they know where she was going to go, did they know she needed to buy new panties? Was this just bad luck? “See, you won’t be taking these off until I say so, understand beautiful? Which means for now, you can just stand there and squirm.” She only learned about her own stand recently, and she didn’t understand everything about how they worked. But she knew that if there was someone with a stand, then they probably worked for Passione, and therefore wanted to harm her. “What do you want me to do? If you want to kill me, could you at least let me… have some relief first?” Trish asked, trying to avoid the mounting problem. “Why would I want to kill you?” The man said, “We are going to become good friends, and now that you’re wearing Iron Maiden you won’t find any relief until I’ve had mine, kekeke!” Trish’s skin crawled as the man started to laugh. But she noted a few bits of information. It was definitely a stand, and with quite a name. The user was a creep of the worst kind. Did he want to see her suffer? What a pervert! The last part was still an unanswered question, but she didn’t think he knew who she was. If that was true, maybe he wasn’t part of Passione. Unfortunately, that meant that if she revealed her stand, she would give herself away. They were a rare power. Even if this guy was an idiot, he would know that if she had a stand she was either with Passione or with Bucciarti’s team. She needed to find a way to stop the stand, or the user. That much she knew. “I hope you don’t think you’re just going to get to stand around in there. Come back onto the street, missy.” Trish could feel another wave of pressure in her bladder, and she squeezed her thighs as it hit her. She groaned, and looked down to the floor as she put both hands between her legs. “Why are you doing this? Please just let me go in peace.” She looked around, “I’ll pay you!” “Stop wasting time, you won’t be able to hold all of that beautiful… uhmhm, you won’t be able to hold out forever. If you want me to let you go, then do everything I say. Otherwise, the urges will just get worse, understand?” As if on cue, her bladder spasmed. For the first time, she was actually afraid she would leak. Her muscles were growing tired, and with one pulse right after another, she was unprepared. She yelped and went back to bending forward. “I understand, I understand. I’m coming out, you creep.” She said. She opened the door to the restroom and headed back out into the diner. The stress between her legs was a constant ache at this point. She could barely walk normally, every other step requiring her to change her gait. Out in the diner was a portly woman who was yelling at the owner. When Trish came out the owner looked in her direction. He looked her up and down, and immediately Trish was sure that he could tell she was still walking strange. Did he suspect the truth, that she forced her way into his diner just to never use his bathroom? The angry client demanded his attention again, and Trish was thankful. She walked past him without a word and headed back onto the street. As soon as she stepped out she looked up and down the street. There weren’t too many people there. A few men walking down the street together, an old woman tending to a flower shop, a man leaning against a building across the way with his head down, a gruff looking man on a bike. No one looked like a stand user, no one looked like they were expecting her. Any of them could be the user, any of them were torturing her. “Okay,” she said out loud, looking around, “what now?” There was a pause, and for a moment Trish was worried that she was just being strung along. Her bladder trembled, and she squeezed her thighs while she tried not to look like a woman on the verge of a mortifying accident. She could feel her muscles growing tired. Her legs felt too sweaty, and beads were collecting on her brow and neck. One hand was gripped into a tight fist, and the other was on the waist of her skirt. Every instinct told her that she would have to pull her panties down at any moment, but logic told her that she couldn’t even if she wanted to. “I wanted to get a good look at you,” Said that man in his sleazy voice, “you look like a real stuck up bitch, but a hot one. You’ll do just fine.” He was talking, but she still couldn’t see anyone watching her. She was frantically thinking, where is he? “Well?” She said, stepping away from the door and taking small steps down the street, “what next?” “You’ll keep walking until I say to stop.” He said, “Keep your hands away from that cunt of yours, and keep your head up. Don’t try anything.” What did he think she was going to try? Trish pulled her hands up, crossing her arms across her chest just under her black top. She did just as she was told. She walked along the side of the street, her eyes scanning back and forth for any sign of the enemy. She only recently came to know about her stand, Spice Girl. The power of it was incredible, but she was also unsure of its limitations. Making anything soft and elastic couldn’t help her take out another stand, which could defend against those attacks. Unless, the stand couldn’t defend itself for some reason. The pain was growing too intense, and Trish felt another wave coming on. For a moment she was afraid it was the end. She took a stuttering step forward, her hand first going to her groin before she remembered the stand user’s command. So instead her hand shot out, and ran into a man walking past her. “Are you okay?” The young man said as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Her knees were wobbling, and she could feel her pelvic muscles pulsing as if they would fail at any moment. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away. She refused to give this creep the pleasure. “Get rid of him!” The stand user shouted in a disembodied voice, “Or you lose, all over the street, kekeke.” She felt a strange sensation below her waist, then realized what it was. Iron Maiden was tightening around her. It was slight and almost impossible to notice. With all the pressure there, she noticed every centimeter of room lost! “Get away from me!” Trish shouted as she slapped the man away. She forced herself to stand, despite the drops of sweat on her face and the wobble in her legs. The man took a step to the side, his eyes wide with surprise. “Fine, crazy bitch!” He walked away, and Trish continued her walk with hastily constructed confidence. “Good, good,” The stand user said, “You look like you’re reaching your limit. Should I push you over the edge? Sounds like fun, and Iron Maiden does love a good… hmph, nevermind.” Was he planning to just make her walk until she could no longer hold it all in? He really was a monster, lower than any animal or man! If only Bucciarti was here. He would have some way to solve all of this. But while alone, she was going to have to come up with a solution herself. And one presented itself. Trish was at her limit, she knew that much. But she couldn’t see the stand user, which meant that he was probably at some remote location observing her. He wanted her on the street so that wherever he was, he could watch her and see what she did. She couldn’t talk to people or touch anyone because he wouldn’t know everything that was happening. While he could talk to her over a distance, it was possible his Iron Maiden didn’t know more than the fact that she was wearing it. That meant she had a chance, if she could get out of sight even temporarily. An alley between two shops was up ahead, just a few steps away. Trish kept walking as normally as she could manage while she was mere seconds away from unleashing a waterfall down her legs for all of Sardinia to see. She kept walking, keeping an eye out for any sign of her assailant. There was still no one, her plan could work if she could just execute it fast enough. “I don’t understand what you want,” Trish said in a low voice, “I just wanted to buy some new panties, I don’t deserve any of-” She cut herself short. She was right beside the alley. It had a large barrel in it, and some boxes. Perfect cover for what she needed to do. She ran, not an action she took lightly. Her bladder immediately rebelled at the action, but if this went right she would be free in mere moments! “Spice Girl!” She said as she vanished into the alley. “What are you doing you dumb bimbo!” He shouted. Trish had a plan, and it wasn’t dumb. A thought occurred to her as she tried to put a plan together. Iron Maiden wasn’t just a stand. Stands were less than physical, though they were capable of influencing the physical world. To people without stands, they were invisible. But Iron Maiden was real, a physical object. The stand seemed to either be in the shape of, or inhabiting, a pair of black panties. Which gave Trish the idea that Spice Girl could affect it. If that was true, then Spice Girl could make the panties soft enough for her to slip out of. Then she could find relief behind the boxes in the alleyway! Spice Girl appeared as she called, and Trish pulled her skirt aside. The pink-gold stand pulled its hand back and went to strike at the waistband of Iron Maiden. It threw out a series of attacks, but just before the first strike landed Trish could feel a difference from the panties. Her stand hit her waist and Trish let out a desperate squeal. Reverberations went through her lower body, as if her insides were temporarily becoming gelatin. She stopped in place, her legs no longer willing to move. The built up urine inside of her sloshed around as she felt all of her muscles weaken at once. “You absolute moron!” The man shouted, “Did you think that would work?” Trish felt a hot jet leave her, and her knees clasped together. “No, no, no,” she whispered to herself. Spice Girl looked on with an expression between determination and confusion. She didn’t know why her plan didn’t work. “Iron Maiden can turn any attack on itself back onto the wearer!” Another hiss of urine escaped before she cut it off. It was a tiny leak, but her face flushed with the shame of what happened. She could barely move. It was everything she could do not to release the torrent trapped inside her. “But you’re a stand user huh? You know what that means?” The enemy stand user said, “That means you have to do what I say, or I’m going to have the worst kind of fun with you.” Trish shoved her hands between her legs. There was still a chance she could stop this. It was just a tiny leak. Maybe that was all she needed to hold out, that little release of pressure. “Walk back to the street!” Trish shook her head, “No! I won’t!” “Do it now! Or this gets much worse for you, kekeke.” She needed a new plan, or she was never going to get out of Iron Maiden. For the moment, she had to play along. He knew she was a stand user now. If he was Passione, then it was only a matter of time until he realized she was with Bucciarti. So she took a small step back toward the street. One at a time, she made her way back to the streets of people ignorant to the battle happening both within Trish and around her. Her hope that the pressure would recede was foolish. Even as she put one foot in front of the other, she could feel a new wave mounting. Her legs weren’t moist yet, so the gusset of the cursed black panties had to be absorbing everything so far. But if she leaked again, it would slip down those long legs of hers. She knew it, and there would be no hiding it. She got to the street. Her head was down as she concentrated on the impossible task of keeping so much water away from the small hole it wanted to escape from. “What now?” She growled, “You creep!” “Say cheese,” said a man on the street with a raspy voice. Trish looked up in surprise. There was a man there wearing a hooded brown jacket with edges shaved into jagged cuffs with yellow-gold trim. His pants were an ugly off-green. His hair was disheveled and green, but swept off to one side. But what shocked Trish more was the camera in his hand. It looked professional, with a long zoom lens, pointed right at her. He was going to film her humiliation! That couldn’t happen! Trish went to turn, but she was too far along. The mere act of moving, of trying to turn, send another pulsing pain through her bladder and made it convulse. “Ah!” Trish gasped as she felt a long spray escape her. It was audible to her, and she wondered if the couple walking behind her could hear it as well. “No.” The man with the camera grinned and snapped a shot. “No!” Trish screamed. But her muscles were weak, her legs trembled. Spice Girl manifested and charged forward to strike, then froze in mid-air as a loud hissing emanated from Trish. She blinked away tears, and her knees shifted away from each other by instinct alone. Another hiss began, and this one didn’t stop. She was pissing herself, like a child. There was no denying it, and no stopping it. The relief made her lip tremble, and her body refused to move until the deed was complete. She could feel the panties clinging to her as her weakened hole released more and more into her underwear. People were stopping on the street now, looking at her as she stood in an awkward half-squat with her leg exposed by the long slit of her skirt. She could hear a pattering sound on the brick street below her. It didn’t sound like enough for how much she was releasing, the endless sizzling torrent of her voiding bladder, but it was enough to make sure everyone knew that Trish Una wasn’t potty trained. The camera snapped again, and again, and the tears Trish fought back earlier fell freely now. “Does it feel good?” The man said through his stand, the voice in her head, “Don’t worry, you can piss for days into Iron Maiden. It will drink up almost all of it, almost.” The trickling down her legs grew louder as Trish closed her eyes in a last attempt to escape the people gossiping and pointing at her. The relief was immense, her weakened muscles between her shapely legs feeling more sensitive than ever. Her knee twitched as she felt the last bits of pee flowing out of her and onto the street. “Delicious, exquisite, beautiful!” Trish fell to her knees and sobbed there in the street. “I’m going to have a lot more fun with you.” The stand user said, “I am Amaro Grappa, and you are mine now, little stand user.” Trish growled and looked up. Spice Girl manifested again and charged, but the man with the camera was gone. There was just a street of people gawking at her and the puddle she was kneeling in. She got to her feet and ran back into the alley on weak knees. She had to find this Amaro Grappa and get herself free, and before he divulged anything to Passione!
  15. Wrote this over summer. There will be seven chapters total. Incest isn't normally my thing, but neither is age play and yet here we are. lol! I hope you enjoy it. —————————— Chapter 1. Sammy woke with a start and found that he was peeing. Rather than trying to cut off the flow, he let it happen. He was wearing a pull-up, after all. He sighed. It was the third time this week, and it was only Thursday. He no longer wet himself every night, though he wouldn’t bother getting up and going to the bathroom if he needed to pee when he woke up. He’d been having the same dream as the other times. He’d been walking down a wooded path, hand in hand with his twin brother, Robbie, when he suddenly felt the urge to pee. In the dream, they were little boys, maybe six or seven. ‘I have to pee, Robbie,’ said little Sammy. ‘We gotta keep walking,’ little Robbie replied. ‘Just pee in your pants, it’s okay.’ Little Sammy in the dream had peed in his pants, and real world Sammy had woken up, still peeing. Sammy looked at his phone, which lay on the bedside table. It was only six, too early to get up for school. Looking at the date, he suddenly realised that today was his birthday; his and Robbie’s both. Today, they turned eighteen. He shifted in his bed, lying back down. The pull-up, warm and wet, shifted with him, rubbing against his crotch and making his dick hard. He palmed himself, listening for Robbie’s breathing in the bunk above him. It sounded like he was still asleep, so Sammy quietly got himself off, biting his lip when he came. Then he got out of bed, ready for a shower. ‘Happy birthday, Sammy,’ said a voice, and Sammy turned to look at his twin, who peered down at him from the top bunk, grinning. ‘Happy birthday, Robbie,’ Sammy replied with a smile. ‘Okay if I get the first shower?’ ‘Be my guest.’ Robbie yawned. ‘I’m not even fully awake yet.’ Sammy grabbed his bathrobe, wondering vaguely if Robbie had heard him get off. Not that it mattered. They were twins, after all. They’d hit puberty at the same time, shared a room their whole lives, they’d jerked off together on more than one occasion. Sammy and Robbie were identical. They had the same auburn hair and hazel eyes, the same freckles, and they were both exactly the same height. Their own family had a hard time telling them apart when they were little, not to mention strangers. But that was where the similarities ended. Where Robbie was boisterous and outgoing, Sammy was timid and withdrawn. While Robbie enjoyed physical activity and team sports, Sammy preferred more artistic pursuits, like drawing and writing. Robbie had many friends, whereas Sammy spent most of his time alone. Sammy’s only real friend was Robbie. As they grew older, they got easier to tell apart, thanks to Robbie’s athleticism. They were both tall, but where Sammy was slim and willowy, Robbie was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders and legs like tree trunks. Sammy envied his brother his body sometimes and often found himself admiring it when he sat sketching by the track at school, waiting for Robbie to finish training. Identical or not, Sammy knew Robbie was by far the hotter of the two of them, and the girls at school seemed inclined to agree. He took off the pull-up and disposed of it before getting in the shower. Sammy had wet the bed his whole life. His and Robbie’s mom had passed away before they turned four, and Sammy’s potty training had never quite taken. Their father, Greg, hadn’t bothered with it. He didn’t much care for children in the first place, and with his wife gone, he paid little attention to his sons, especially Sammy. Robbie was much tougher than his brother and did all the things Greg felt a man ought to do, and so Greg grew to be proud of him, but Sammy was always a disappointment. Greg more or less ignored him, except to punish him. Sammy had to endure more than a few beatings from his father when he’d wet himself as a child, which had happened frequently. Sammy eventually learned to hold his bladder in the daytime, but but never at night, and so he wore diapers to bed. Through everything, Robbie had been on his side. He’d stood up for Sammy against their father and bullies alike. Sammy remembered peeing his pants in the school yard when he was six, and Robbie, already stronger than most other kids, standing between him and the bullies, warning them off, while Sammy cried with embarrassment and shame. After his shower, Sammy returned to the bedroom to find his brother still in bed. ‘Took your time, didn’t you?’ said Robbie and grinned. He climbed down and ruffled Sammy’s wet hair. ‘I gotta piss real bad. Envy you those diapers sometimes, Sammy.’ Sammy blushed, looking away. ‘You shouldn’t. They suck.’ Robbie’s smile softened. ‘I know. I’m sorry. I was just kidding.’ He hugged Sammy close. ‘So, you looking forward to Saturday?’ Sammy smiled. ‘You are, that’s all that matters.’ ‘Don’t be so negative, it’ll be fun.’ Robbie pulled on his bathrobe. ‘Yvana will be there.’ He smirked. Sammy shook his head and looked down. ‘So what?’ ‘So she likes you, is what!’ Robbie laughed. ‘Don’t you think it’s time you started dating?’ ‘Yeah, ’cause girls love guys who wet the bed,’ Sammy mumbled. Robbie sighed. ‘Fine, I won’t push. Still, it’s our eighteenth birthday party. I intend to make sure you have a good time. Okay, little brother?’ ‘You were born five minutes before me,’ Sammy pointed out with a laugh. ‘Still makes me older.’ Robbie laughed too, then left the room. Sammy sighed and began to get dressed. Robbie was always going on about girls, but Sammy had never been able to understand what all the fuss was about. When puberty came and went and Sammy still had no interest in girls, he’d wondered if he might be gay, but boys didn’t really interest him either. When he got off, he didn’t think of anyone in particular; he just thought of getting off. Going downstairs, he found Greg in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. ‘Morning, Dad,’ said Sammy. He received a non-committal grunt in reply. Shrugging, Sammy went over to the fridge and got out some milk for his cereal. He grabbed a bowl and filled it with cornflakes and milk, then sat down at the table. He was halfway through the bowl when Robbie showed up. ‘Morning, Dad,’ he said brightly. ‘Morning,’ said Greg, finally closing the newspaper. ‘I guess I should say happy birthday.’ ‘Thanks,’ said Robbie, smiling. ‘Yeah. Thanks, Dad,’ Sammy mumbled. ‘Here.’ Greg reached into his pocket for his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. He passed it to Robbie. ‘For both of you, I guess, but you hold onto it, Robert.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Robbie. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Aren’t you gonna say thanks?’ said Greg, glaring at Sammy. ‘Thank you,’ said Sammy. ‘That’s real nice of you, Dad.’ ‘What’s real nice is that I let you both stay here until you finish high school,’ said Greg. ‘That’s what’s real nice. I guess you can stay until Rob goes to college, he’ll get that scholarship. But your useless ass better pay rent over summer, boy, and when Rob goes, you go, whether you go to college or not. So make sure you hold onto that job of yours.’ Sammy lowered his gaze and nodded. Greg rarely called him by name. He always called him ‘boy’ or, to Robbie, ‘your brother’, and to other people he said ‘my other son’. Sammy sometimes wondered if his father even remembered his given name. # ‘Hey.’ Robbie put a hand on Sammy’s shoulder as they left the house. ‘Don’t let him get to you, okay? He’s a jerk.’ ‘He’s right, though,’ said Sammy with a shrug. ‘You’ll get a sports scholarship, but I’ll never be able to afford to go to college.’ ‘Don’t say that,’ said Robbie. ‘There are lots of different scholarships out there. Maybe there’s an arts one. We’ll talk to the guidance counsellor, we’ll figure it all out.’ ‘Yeah, maybe. But whatever else happens, the fact remains that come fall, the two of us will probably be split up.’ ‘Now there’s a depressing thought,’ said Robbie. ‘Not sure how I’ll get through college without you.’ Sammy laughed. ‘You’ll be fine. Maybe I can move with you and become a townie or something, get a job at a gas station. I dunno. Something. ’Cause I can’t stay here.’ ‘Well, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it,’ said Robbie. ‘Don’t you mean cross it?’ ‘Sure.’ Robbie grinned. ‘We’ll cross it, and then we’ll burn the motherfucker behind us.’ # ‘Are we lost?’ Sammy looked around him. He was walking along a wooded path, and Robbie walked next to him. Robbie took his hand. ‘No, I know where we’re going.’ He smiled. The trees looked so big, and Sammy realised it was because he was small. Six years old, maybe seven. So was Robbie. The sun was setting and Sammy heard a crow caw somewhere in the distance. ‘I’m scared. It’s getting dark.’ Sammy felt his eyes well up with tears. ‘Don’t worry, little brother,’ Robbie said reassuringly. ‘We’re almost home, and I’ll protect you. I promise.’ Sammy nodded, feeling calmer. He continued down the path, hand in hand with his twin. He fidgeted. ‘I gotta pee, Robbie.’ ‘We have to keep walking,’ said Robbie. ‘Just pee in your pants. It’s okay.’ That seemed the most logical solution in the world just then, so Sammy let go and peed his pants. ‘Sammy?’ said Robbie. ‘Mhm?’ ‘Sammy! Dude, wake up!’ Sammy snorted awake. Robbie was shaking him. ‘Huh?’ He blinked, looking around bleary-eyed, and soon realised two things. Firstly, he was in class, and secondly, he was peeing. ‘Oh fuck!’ He covered his face with his hands, flushed deep red, and tried to cut off the flow, but his pants were already soaked and pee was dripping from the chair into a puddle on the floor. He heard whispers around him. ‘Oh, no, no, no!’ he whimpered. ‘What is going on back there?’ the teacher called. ‘Sam’s pissing his pants,’ said Konrad, one of their classmates, failing to contain a snicker. ‘Shut up, Konrad!’ Robbie hissed. ‘Sammy, are you okay?’ Sammy just shook his head. He heard the scraping of a chair and footsteps approaching. ‘Oh dear!’ said the teacher’s voice. ‘Sam, are you all right?’ ‘I’m sorry!’ Sammy’s voice was barely more than a whisper. ‘Robert, take a hall pass,’ the teacher said, ‘and take Sam to go change.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Gillingham,’ said Robbie. ‘Come on, Sammy.’ He took Sammy’s hand, pulling it away from his face. Sammy’s eyes were brimming with tears. His humiliation was complete. He had peed his pants in class on his eighteenth birthday. Robbie pulled him along to his locker so he could retrieve his gym clothes to change into, then took him to a handicap bathroom. He turned his back while Sammy changed. ‘What happened?’ he asked softly. ‘I dunno.’ Sammy sniffed, trying not to break down completely. ‘I . . . I fell asleep and when I woke up I was . . .’ He took a shuddering breath. ‘Fuck . . . how could this happen?’ ‘Hey, calm down. It happens.’ ‘Does it? Oh god, how will I ever face any of them again?’ ‘You’ll face ’em fine,’ said Robbie. ‘They’ll all have forgotten about it by tomorrow.’ Sammy scoffed. ‘Yeah. Sure. A senior in high school pissing his pants in class is totally the kind of thing you forget about the next day.’ ‘They’ll forget about it cause I’ll make them forget about it. All right? Now, just get changed and then go see the nurse. Say you’re not feeling well and need to go home.’ Sammy nodded. ‘Yeah. Okay.’ He sighed. ‘I’ll go back to class, clean up, and get your things. You don’t gotta worry about anything, okay, bro?’ ‘Okay. Thanks, Robbie.’ Robbie gave him a crooked smile and ruffled his hair. ‘What are twins for?’ # Class was nearly over by the time Robbie returned. He’d gone for cleaning supplies so he could clean up Sammy’s mess. He sat in his seat and waited the ten minutes that remained, struggling to focus on what the teacher was saying. When it was over, he started cleaning. ‘Robbie?’ Robbie looked up. ‘Oh. Hey, Yvana. Hey, Cilly.’ ‘Is Sam okay?’ Yvana asked softly. ‘I feel so bad for him.’ ‘Yeah. He wasn’t feeling well so he went home.’ ‘No wonder.’ Yvana bit her lip. ‘I hope he feels better in time for the party. I’d hate for him to miss his own birthday celebration.’ ‘Thanks.’ Robbie smiled. ‘I’m sure he’ll be fine before then. He’s just not been sleeping well.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ said Cilly. ‘Why not?’ ‘Bad dreams, I think. He doesn’t know that I know.’ ‘Then how do you know?’ Yvana asked. ‘I know everything about him.’ Robbie dropped the pee soaked rag in the bucket and made to go wash his hands. ‘Hey, Robbie?’ Yvana said. Cilly had left, but the blonde remained. ‘If you know everything about him . . . Do you know if he likes me?’ Robbie made a face. ‘That’s the one thing I don’t know. I know you like him, though.’ Another girl might have blushed, but Yvana only grinned. ‘That obvious, am I?’ ‘Only to me,’ said Robbie with a shrug. ‘Will you tell him I said to feel better?’ ‘Of course. I’ll let him know.’ # Sammy was in his bed when Robbie got home. He was wearing a pull-up. He hardly dared anything else, in case he fell asleep and wet himself again. He was awake, though, and looked up at Robbie as he entered. ‘Hey, Sammy.’ Robbie smiled gently. ‘How are you feeling?’ Sammy shrugged and sniffed. ‘Embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. Take your pick.’ ‘It’s not that bad,’ said Robbie. ‘You had an accident. It happens to the best of us.’ ‘Yeah? When was the last time you feel asleep and pissed yourself in class?’ Sammy sighed. ‘I’ve been thinking. I don’t think I should go to the party on Saturday.’ ‘What? Why not?’ ‘It’ll just be awkward. No one’s gonna want me there. Besides . . . They’re all your friends.’ ‘That’s not true.’ Robbie sat down at the edge of the bed. ‘They like you. Everyone wants you to be there. Lots of people came and asked if you were okay and everything.’ ‘They laughed at me,’ Sammy pointed out. Robbie rolled his eyes. ‘Konrad laughed at you, and he’s not invited. I didn’t hear anyone who’s gonna be at the party laughing at you. Some were worried, but no one laughed. Yvana and Cilly came up to me after class to ask if you were okay.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Well, yeah. Yvana wanted to make sure you were still coming to the party. She said to tell you to feel better soon. She still likes you. Plenty of people like you.’ He sighed. ‘But if you don’t want to go, we’ll cancel.’ ‘Cancel?’ ‘Sammy, I’m not celebrating my eighteenth birthday without you. It’s your day too, and I want it to be special.’ ‘What if I’m sick?’ Sammy tried. Robbie laughed. ‘Then there definitely won’t be a party. No way am I gonna celebrate my birthday while the person who shares it is at home sick.’ Sammy felt conflicted. The fact that Robbie would cancel if Sammy couldn’t be there filled him with gratitude and joy, but it also made him feel guilty. How could he ruin Robbie’s birthday party for him like that? He couldn’t let that happen. ‘Okay.’ Sammy tried to smile. ‘I’ll come to the party.’ Robbie’s face broke into a grin. ‘Awesome! I’m so glad. Thanks, Sammy. You’ll have a great time too. I’ll make sure of it.’ Sammy sat up. ‘I have to get ready for work.’ ‘You could call in sick,’ said Robbie. ‘If you’re not up to it.’ Sammy shook his head. ‘I called in last week. You heard Dad. I can’t lose this job.’
  16. Greetings Fellow Omorashians! Just a forewarning, This story WILL contain swearing, possible nudity depending on the situation, and uh... I’ll warn you when something else comes up 😄 I love the fiction and fan fiction that exists in the wet existence that is the Omo world, and finally I wanna play my part. But I wanna try something different. This story will take place in the universe of High School Story (Awesome game!), and will be from my main character’s POV. His name is Kamo, and the school he and most of his friends go to is called Commander's Academy For the General, or CAF-G. Don’t ask how I came up with that name, I kinda forgot. Enjoy! 😄 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BEEP BEEP! WAKE THE FUCK UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP! BEEP BEEP! TIME FOR SCHOOL! TIME FOR SCHOOL! BEEP BEEP- Click .. Where the hell did I get that ringtone... ... "UUEEAAAAHHHHH!"... 06:30... Already? Aww man.... I stretched as I released a big yawn. After looking at the time again to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming, I reluctantly made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. And as you can imagine, I was having a very nice dream. After using the bathroom, brushing my teeth, taking a nice hot shower that finally woke me up and brushing my almost non-existent hair, I searched my wardrobe for the day’s outfit and settled upon what everyone calls "The Camo Cool". It’s like the military and looking badass came together. A jungle-green and sand-yellow camouflaged jacket with dark gray sleeves on top of a simple light gray shirt, along with beige cargo pants accompanied by black and white sneakers, and to top it off, a pair of grey-lensed aviators. Judge my sense of fashion all you want, the point is I look awesome and I feel good. "Noice!" I said to myself as I struck a pose at the mirror. I chuckled and went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I made the batter last night, so all I did was fry ‘dem pancakes and DRENCHED with mint-flavored syrup (I have a very sweet tooth you see 😛 ). I watched some TV as I ate then proceeded to pack my bags. As you can tell by this point, this is very routine. I do this almost every day, besides the pancakes. Nothing out of the ordinary. Before I left, I looked into the living room mirror one last time. A very tall young devilishly handsome black man with short black hair and, surprisingly, bright cobalt blue eyes looked back at me, being accompanied by big buff body of average build. I flexed a bit with a dashing smile before I left. As I locked the door and got my bike out of the garage, I took a deep breath of the cold crisp morning air. “Sniiffffffff.... exhale. Hmm... Beautiful.” I said as I looked at the sky. The street my house is built on overlooks the rest of town with the beach in the distance. And the Sun rose from the west, the sky a beautiful mix of pale blue, orange, pink and purple, topped off with grey clouds over the horizon. Huh. The news said it might rain today. Perfect 😌 Hmm? Who am I? Ooooh mah bad, where are my manners. Heheh. My name’s Kamo Seitshiro. You pronounce my surname like [See-tsi-rro. Emphasis on the R, and the H is silent]. I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa 🇿🇦, and my parents moved here to the American West Coast back when I was 9 years old. So yeah I have South African and American citizenship. My family is... extreme to say the least. I have absolutely NO IDEA how the fuck it’s even possible, but 90% of my family from both sides are in the military of at least 10 or 12 different countries. I kid you not, I am completely serious! My dad works for the South African Army Special Forces as a sharpshooter, my mom works for the United States Marines as an intelligence officer, one of my Uncles works for the Russian Spetznaz as a Heavy Weapons Guy, my one aunt is an attack helicopter pilot for the British Army, my other Uncle is a fighter pilot for the Chinese Naval Air Force, and so on and so forth. So... yeah, a lot of exciting stories that I swore to keep secret until and beyond the day I die. Anyhow, at some point one of my uncles and aunts came here to the East coast and decided to build a school for unimportant reasons. The school got very popular, unofficially because of me. 😎 I promote this school as not just a school, but a home as well. A place for anyone, no matter who you are or what your past is. When you’re here, you can be yourself. You’re accepted. You’re part of a family. Amazingly, within my age group and among my peers, finding such genuine places is getting all the more rare each day. Hmm... That’s the good stuff right there. Anyways, for most of the time I live alone with my dog Lexie and my cat TJ you see. And so because of the incredible family dynamic, I get A LOT of free time. My house (Which is technically my parent’s house but since they’re rarely here it might as well be mine) is your typical one-storey bungalow with two garages, a swimming pool in the backyard and a launcher on the roof for launching drones. As I mentioned, the street my house is built on is on top of a hill, which offers me a fantastic view of the town and the beach in the distance. Whelp, that’s me. Not much else to say. Anything else that comes up you’ll probably find out as the story progresses. Yes I acknowledge that I’m breaking the fourth wall. What are you gonna do about it hmm? As I drove down the main road (By the way my school is close enough to walk, but sometimes I like to drive there) I stopped at a red traffic light. Looking to my left and down the street I see another school. My school’s main rival, Hearst High. Ohhhhhh I fuckin’ hate those guys. The relationship between us is like the US and Soviet Union during the cold war. We’re always spying on each other, finding ways to antagonize each other, starting numerous proxy wars, and filling the neighborhood with unnecessary amount of tension. When we compete in any event or sports, all eyes are on us. And yeah we both have our own ‘allies’. Ah well, it was the healthy kind of tension anyways, if there is such a thing. The kind that motivates you to do better than your would-be opponent. Still, screw them though-Hello?? A very fancy purple sports car pulls into Heart’s parking lot quite quickly. And yes my eyes are so good I can see from this distance. Stepping out of said car is Hearst’s lead cheerleader Kara Sinclair who’s wearing that signature cheerleader uniform of hers. She’s hot though, I’ll give her that. Hold on a minute. As she stepped out of her car, I see she's busy yelling at someone on her phone while holding her purse. But that ain't what caught my attention. No. What REALLY caught my attention was that her free hand was jammed right between those smooth, curvy, sexy legs of hers, said legs are crossed together tightly as she frequently bends over while blushing a red so bright you can see it from this distance while wearing prescription glasses! And she’s doing all that while yelling at whoever on the phone. There’s no mistaking it. She needs to pee. And she’s BURSTING right now! And it’s my guess whoever’s at the receiving end of her call is making her wait even longer. She then glanced around to see if anyone was watching her before her eyes locked onto mine even at this distance. They widen, and the red on her face somehow went a shade deeper-What the? She suddenly bent over before looking quickly looking around one last time to see if anyone else is watching her, before she raced into the main entrance of Hearst... ...Wow...that was...Holy crap. Fucking hot, and a VERY good way for the day to start!!! What was even more amazing was just before Kara disappeared inside, the Sun shone on her gorgeous legs which illuminated a trail on her left leg that extended all the way from under her skirt to her shoes.... ........HOLY FUCKING ASS AND SHIT! BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEP! “Hey, move it dickhead!” The blaring of a car’s horn behind me snapped me out of the apparent trance I fell into and I noticed the light was finally green, and that this mudak behind me was being quite rude about it. "Fahk Yuu!" I flipped him off and yelled back as I sped off, leaving him fuming...What the hell was that?! Jeeze am I dreaming? Was I dreaming back there? Why did that happen, I mean...WHAAT?! As I arrived at my school, parked my bike in the parking lot and chained it, very rapidly I may add, I then proceeded to speed walk towards the front entrance, flat-out ignoring the weird look I was getting from everyone. "Everything's Okay!" I yelled to reassure them. Yeeeeaah I doubt that worked. Time must have somehow sped up as I arrived at one of the Nerd Hangout much quicker than I usually would. And I know for a fact that Nishan is in here. He’s always at school early in the morning for a variety of reasons. From taking down extra notes to finishing up his suitcase sized nuclear reactor, it depends on the day really. "NISHAN HAL TEJAS!" I yelled as I stormed in the Nerd Hangout slamming the door behind me, scaring the bejebus out of him that he practically flew off of his chair. He looked at me with wide eyes as he clutched his chest where his heart would be. “What in the heck man?! I could have dropped a Uranium rod!’ He yelled as he got back up dusted himself off. "Screw international nuclear treaties dude, YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT THE FOOK I SAW ON MY WAY HERE!" "What?! Did Payton make another coffee shop run out of lattes??” "No! Wait what, she did? Did she?" "I dunno I'm asking you! If she did it would be the second time this month!" "Well, I haven't seen closed coffee shops so...no!?" "I dunno I’m asking you!" "Why are you yelling?!" "Defuck do you mean-why you yelling?!" "I don’t know!" "What do you mean you don’t know!? I’m supposed to be the one saying that!" “WHAT?!” “WUT?!” "WHY ARE WE YELLING?!!" "I DON’T KNOW!" "BANZAIIIIIIIII!" ... ... ...We both slowly turned and stared at Julian with a 😑 on our faces as he stood there by the door, his face twisting into a confused expression. He looked at the two of us as we just started at him back. "Ohhhhkay I'm lost, you guys were yelling for no reason, so I thought that meant we should all yell for no reason... what did I do?" He said in his ever-increasing confusion as he closed the door, but not before a certain beautiful prep squeezed in. "Holy heck, why are you guys yelling so much? Like literally the whole school can hear you!" The beautiful prep who goes by the name of Payton said as she glared at the three of us with her hands on her hips. "I don’t know. Kamo, care to explain why you suddenly ran in here and started yelling like a mad man for no particular reason?" Nishan said as he looked at me with his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Sniffff... Siiggghhhh. Alright. Sorry about all of that, but you guys will NOT believe what I saw on my way here." I said as their angry eyes turned into curious ones. "I saw Kara Sinclair, the same Kara who goes to Hearst High, the same Kara who used to date Max, the same Kara who’s pretty much still in charge of the entire school and who’s a bitch to us to no end, almost lose control of her bladder, right outside Hearst’s main entrance. Yep you heard me correctly. I saw Kara almost piss herself right in front of her school." I said as an amused smile came to my face. 😳 ...The look on their faces was of absolute, 110%, authentic, pure, unparalleled SHOCK with a mix of capital-WTF?! painted on their faces, complete with jaws dropped to the ground and eyes wider than dinner plates. And we all just stood there for I dunno how long, probably like 10 minutes or something I dunno. But finally, Nishan was the one to break the silence as he picked up his jaw from the ground. "Are...you...serious? You saw Kara, Baroness of Hearst High, almost succumb to an act most commonly associated with small kids? You saw her almost do the completely embarrassing display of losing control of her bladder?" He whispered in his shock. "Eeeyep" I said with a popping sound for extra effect. The three of them looked at each other... And all four of us burst out laughing HARD! I grabbed onto the counter as I tried to steady myself as I laughed my guts out. "Oh my god! Oh my fuck! Holy-holy-ahahahahaaaaaaaa!" Julian yelled as he tumbled on the ground and clutched his stomach as he laughed harder. My goodness!!! 🤣 After about a minute I eventually calmed down and I was breathing heavily, yet Nish and Julian still went on. Looking at Payton-hello? "Payton? You alright? I asked her out of breath as she suddenly hurried out of the Nerd Hangout, and I followed her. She glanced at me and just laughed. "Weeelllllll I was gonna end up worse than Kara in a few seconds if I kept laughing, unless you don’t want me to go to the bathroom." She said with a cute voice, a smile and wiggled around a bit. Wait what?? I looked at her confused. "But...I...I didnt-" "KTHANXBAI!" She machine gunned out of her mouth before darting around the corner to the ladies bathroom at Mach 10... “Wot?” I said in my in confusion before shaking my head. "Huh... what is happening today? And it’s still in the morning?" I asked my perplexed self as I went to get my books for class... Ah well... 6 hours later... I sat in our noticeably and questionably fancy math class, yet we weren't doing anything because we were pretty much done with work for the term. So there I was, minding my own business, listening to Animals by Martin Garrix on my earphones, reading a book called "The Soviet War Machine." I’ll be honest, I never realized until reading this book, just exactly how big and powerful (military wise) the Soviet Union was back in the 50's to 90's. Documentaries on TV sometimes just ain’t got shit on colorful encyclopedias like this. That's my opinion. I uh...heh, this is gonna sound crazy, but sometime, I wish I could go back in time to that period of high tension, just to experience how... tensiony things actually were. Sounds crazy yeah, well what can I say, I'm a crazy dude 😉 That would be awesome though, not gonna lie. The door opens and- ah here she comes. Payton enters the class with her boyfriend; the extremely talented guitar player Ezra. They share a quick kiss before he goes to his hangout to do...I dunno, music stuff. There was only 13 of us in class and the teacher was in the teacher’s lounge, so it was relatively quiet. She sees me, smiles and...She kind of waddles and wobbles her way here. And I know exactly why. And it’s thee best thing ever. For some reason, coincidental, accidental, or deliberate, or all three, all the female bathrooms in the whole of CAF-G where closed down for apparent repairs because some pipes burst. And it so happens that those pipes burst last night. They haven’t figured out why yet. Meanwhile and consequently, any female student or teacher both either had to use the men’s room, or go the extra kilometre and hold it in for the whole day. The principle suggested Porta-Potties, but the general reaction from all ladies or girls on these school grounds was "Oh fuck no!" That I honestly I dunno why though, the ones I’ve seen them use before where actually VERY good, very modern and state of the art for a Porta-Pottie. They come with their own sink and soap, air filtration unit and lots of toilet paper. Heh, Porta-Pottie. That word... 😂 But meanwhile, that also meant Payton didn't use the bathroom for 6 or 7 hours straight. I’m impressed, I never knew she can hold it like that. You learn something new every day. "You alright?" I asked with a smile as I took off my headphones. She looked at me with that permanent smile of hers and smiled wider. "I'm okay, for now." She said as she shifted her legs from side to side more frequently. "What do you think actually happened?" She asked as she rested her hand above her crotch... I nearly stared at that, getting an instant hard-on. Wow, I’d be lying if I said I never imagined seeing this. One of my girl best friends, who happens to be supermega-sexy, rest her delicate hand on her crotch because she’s bursting. I looked at her face, and she was blushing a slight maroon. I chuckled as she shifted her legs more. "I dunno. Maybe an elaborate joke someone's playing on the whole school, maybe it’s a supernatural event, the possibilities are endless my dear Payton." I said with a mock British voice, making her laugh, and she suddenly grabbed her crotch with a slight gasp. Instant hard on x2. "Aww, is widdle Pay-Pay gonna be having an acwident?" I mocked her with a laugh as she glared at me with a smile. "Stooop, your gonna make me peee." She whined. FUCK ME! FOR ANY OMORASHIAN THAT HAS TO BE ONE OF OR THEE BEST LINE EVER SPOKEN!! Instant hard on x3! "And I know how much you like that." She seductively whispered with a wink. Wait what? I stared at her with an alarming look on my face. Uh... How does she know? How does she know I secretly enjoy watching ladies endure the effects of a full bladder? That was supposed to be a secret. How does she know!? How does she know that I, along with you readers, am an Omorashian!? "Uh, how do you know that? I-if that's even true?" I asked her nervously. She chuckled, which she immediately regretted as she now put both hands on her crotch. "Remember the sleepover we had at your place?" Ohhh yeeeeeaaaaaah! Nooooooow I remember! Ah yes, that day I'll never forget. Which is kinda stupid because I just forgot it up until like 6 seconds ago... A few weeks ago... Payton Vanilla Embraer. Yes her middle name is Vanilla. Quite an unconventional name, true that, but it suits her very well. She’s sweet, kind, classy and lovable. She’s African American, a year and a few months younger than me, only comes up to my shoulder in height, has a freaking sexy figure with what I presume are B-Cup tiddies and a large-but-perfectly sized ass to go along with it. She has a BEAUTIFUL smile which is her main physical characteristic trait, along with bright brown eyes and striking brown hair. She was adopted into a very loving family, a loving stepmother, a caring stepfather and a crazy-but-loving older stepsister who’s in college. Her real family... she doesn’t know what happened to them. She looked for any trace of them a few months ago, but she ultimately decided to end her investigation. From a baby to a kid, she spent time in a couple foster homes which... as overused as this trope may sound to you, she didn’t have a good time at any of them until one day when she was 9 years old, she was adopted by the Embraers. She’s been absolutely happy ever since. They weren’t a wealthy family, somewhere in the lower middle class. Her stepmom’s a teacher and her stepdad’s a blacksmith. That house is full of love though. After having lunch and dinner acouple times, I can tell you that. Like I said, she’s... loving. Kind. Caring. LOVES parties! Like seriously! Planning them, attending them, hosting them, she lives and breathes parties! She could make a career out of it. And she loves coffee. More specifically, she loves lattes. She also loves puppies, fashion and anything purple. Going back to the lattes though, she loves them so much that uh... Well a... to put it blunt, a couple times I noticed she leaked. A lot I have no idea how many she had those times, but I’d see a small wet patch on her pants or see a few drops snake down her leg when she’s wearing a skirt or dress. Sometimes that wetpatch on her pants would get so big and begin snaking down her legs, sometimes her entire butt would be soaked, dripping pee every now and then. id also see her take off her shoes and empty and pee that filled them up. And she always looks like she doesn’t notice. Sometimes, like right now, she would barely fidget even if she's close to bursting. But I'm pretty sure she knows how many times she dodged the bullet, and has mastered the act of not panicking. I’m very observant by the way, that's how I noticed. I haven’t had the courage to ask her why she does it so much. Every now and then she'd be in public or here at school and it happens, but most of the time it's in places where there's few people. Like if we're hanging out with our friends or something similar. But in any case it’s fucking hot... yeah that’s a massive understatement. She LEAKS! And it’s visible! Anyhow going back to the sleep over, it was me, her, Julian and Autumn and we slept over at my place for the weekend. We slept outside in my rather large backyard because it was a warm night with crystal clear skies. We had a great time, swapping stories, eating crazy food, doing crazy shit, saw a meteor shower, launched one of my drones and spied on the neighborhood, two F-16s flew over my neighborhood and dropped flares, the usual sleepover stuff. Man that was an EPIC night! So it was around 1 am I think. There I was sleeping peacefully when I suddenly woke up to the sound of someone opening the sliding door of my house, to which I saw that Payton wasn't in her sleeping bag, so for some odd reason that I still can't answer to this day, I followed her. I was super tired and 90% asleep, so I didn't really know what I was doing. I think. So then she gets to the bathroom, but upon switching on the light, and I stood outside as the bright light fully woke me up, she suddenly stood still like a deer in headlights and I could see her face in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils had shrunk and her breathing had become very rapid. Following her gaze, I saw a tarantula spider on her shoulder. You know? The black and orange one? Yeah. I have arachnophobia yet I love spiders at the same time, they're interesting to study and make surprisingly cute pets What a paradox. So that’s why she was as still as... something that’s very still. She was looking right at it through the mirror. It was SO close to her face. I may have arachnophobia, but she has it even worse. "Don't. Move." I said as I slowly came behind her. She glanced at me in the mirror, apparently unfazed by the fact that I was there to begin with, then she ignored me completely and slowly turned her head to look directly AT it! If it was even possible, her eyes widened more and her pupils shrank more! I swear that spider was waving at her with one of its legs. And it was probably a friendly greeting! And it probably said “Oh Hallo there.” 😀 And then... She let out a very shaky breath she was holding in, and since I was standing behind her and got a very good view of her very awesome posterior, her legs shook a bit and I heard the distinct sound of a narrow stream of water hitting fabric at an uncontrolled rate. From the base of her ass a few drops of liquid GOLD spurted out of her before her shorts actually got soaked. By the way she was wearing a long sleeve pink jersey-shirt thingamajig with dangerously short purple shorts that exposed the bottom of her butt cheeks, along with orange socks on those cute feet of hers. The seat of her shorts finally got soaked, and that wet patch only increased in size as it soaked her bottom of her shorts in a beautiful pattern-like wave of... Am I even making sense!? I just watched it grow and spread downwards. Jeeze... I... LOVE. That sound. That sound of fabric being soaked like that. Do you agree? I’m sure you do. Then oh my goodness, as they dripped from her soaked shorts, multiple small and a few big rivulets of her pee started to quickly snake down her gorgeous legs. My bathroom’s lights were very bright so her legs literally started to shine because of it. It was like a running tap, some of it hitting the floor directly and splashing all over her smol feet. I felt a good hardon quickly erect as I watched with wide eyes and bated breath, my lips were so dry. I watched as the liquid gold flooded her orange socks, turning them a significant shade darker and a clear puddle started to form around her feet, coupled by the splashing of pee as the floodgates fully opened. Like an open tap hitting bathroom tiles. I dunno how long it lasted since I was so entranced by her peeing herself in my bathroom. Wouldn’t you lose all sense of time and all situational awareness? Eventually and unfortunately, the open tap that resulted in the floodgates being opened slowly closed as her bladder emptied it's contents, the splashing reduced to dribbling then a full stop. DAMN THAT WAS A HUGE PUDDLE! To say I was turned on and impressed is yet another insulting understatement. "... uh... H-h-hold on." I managed to stutter as I barely broke free of the powerful trance that held me. I gently stepped onto her still warm puddle, said warmth sending the nerves on my feet into chaos as I felt even turned on, as if I could explode at that very moment. I gently put my hand on the back of her shoulder to let the legit friendly the spider, who was looking at the both of us with more curiosity above everything else, climb on my hand and I quickly went to gently put him back in his tank. By the way he was my pet spider "Gripen" and he somehow got loose. Ah well, no harm done. I got back to Payton, who must’ve realized what predicament she landed herself in and was blushing like MAD, her entire beautiful dark brown face was a bright shade of maroon, and tears were streaming down her face as she held her hands over her mouth in shock as she looked at the embarrassing mess she made, which was neither embarrassing nor a mess to me to begin with. For me at least. She glanced at me before looking away as she silently cried and... Instinctively I gently hugged her, feeling her now wet legs on my bare legs, which only made the immense hard on more painful. But I tried my best to ignore it for the moment while she cried in my chest. But I’d be lying to you and to myself if I said I didn’t find this entire situation epic. Well actually, epic is yet again another understatement with no comparable word. I can say this is a scenario which I dreamed of but never thought would actually happen. Because as bad as it might be, I’m loving every second of it. Picture it for a moment; A beautiful woman whom you are very good friends with just wet herself in your house by complete accident, and she’s so mortified by it all that she’s crying into your chest. And in my case it was at night time, out of the public’s eye, coupled with the immensely satisfying feeling of her wet legs against mine. It’s fucking hot is what it is. "I'm so sorry. I-I saw the thing-spider and-and I just-I just-Im so so so sorry." She said as she cried on my chest. You see, me and Julian where the tallest between all our friends, and Max reaches up to us, so out of everyone, the three of us where more or less the tallest boys in the neighborhood. Payton reaches my shoulder like I mentioned earlier, so she was quite short from my perspective. "Its okay." I said soothingly. "Don't be upset. It was an accident." I said as I gently cupped her warm cheeks, wiping tears away with my thumb. "I won't tell anyone. I'll clean up don't worry." I said soothingly. She looked at me, her hands on mine as I cupped her cheeks. Now you have to understand, it was EARLY in the morning, we were still tired, she just had an accident and needed emotional support, I gave her that support, she must have felt my erected against her leg, and then we looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds... Yeeeeeeeaaah, you can take a very good guess as to what happened next. Being the gentleman that I am, I shan’t go into details, but all I can say is that the next two hours where of me and her passionately making out and playing with each other. Her now cold pee made things even more intense, though the smell made it... unique, for lack of a better term. After that, the clean-up began, and when it ended it was around 3 am. She packed spare PJs (you should know by now that when it comes to fashion, she’s always crazy prepared) and I washed her wet clothes. I was gonna give them back later in the day when no one was looking to avoid questions, but she insisted I leave them at my place for the next time she comes by. During the cleanup we shared a shower together, aaaaaaand played with each other a little more. Then we finally went back outside to sleep as if nothing happened. Best. Night. Ever. 😎 Unfortunately like all good things, that weekend came to an end. When they all left in the morning... "Kamo?" "Hmm?" "...Don't tell Ezra." "Don’t tell him what?" 😛 She smiled, quickly kissed me on the cheek and drove with Autumn and Julian back to their respective homes. "Heh... Yeah, I remember. Can't believe I almost forgot." I said with a wide almost goofy smile. She looked at me with a 😏'Really dude?' Along with that beautiful smile of hers, yet I could clearly see the frustration and slight fear in her eyes. She was still blushing. Her hands where now firmly pressed on her crotch through that skirt of hers. The fear part, I get. You have to have an insane amount of bravery and absolutely no shame when you’re bursting in public, or to have an accident for that matter. The people that do that, they’ve earned my respect. OMORASHIANS SHOULD GET VIRTUAL MEDALS FOR MEMBERS AND PEOPLE LIKE THAT! “WET WITH HONOR.” Heh, that’s good. I looked at her, just admiring her beauty and predicament. Say... Now that I notice- "You lookin' gorgeous today. With a new colour motif above all." I complemented her, making her blush more and her smile widened. "Aww thank you." She said batting her eyelashes at me. "Better not get that outfit wet though." I teased her and she playfully punches me in the shoulder. She wore a bright- well... might as well call it neon green dress called "Emerald Envy" that hugged her body tightly yet comfortably, showing off her curves. Along with green heels, a red rose in her hair silky brown hair and a spicy scenting perfume, she looked outright gorgeous. I can just picture her losing control, opening the floodgates and wetting herself right there and then. Fresh hot wee dripping down her chair and making a noticeably loud splash on the floor... But I know for a fact that no matter how desperate she is, and no matter how bad her leaking could get, she'd never lose control in front of people, especially if she attends school with said people. Yeah she’s leaked before but like I said that was only noticeable by those with the most observant eyes. But if that were to happen, her rep would nose dive like a plane crashing into the ground at the speed of sound. And she will never, EVER hear the end of it. For someone of the likes of her, it’s pretty obvious. "You know what." She said with determination and took out one of her books. “I'm not just gonna sit here and complain about holding it in. I'm actually gonna do something productive." She said like a boss while she started doing some left over work. I laughed and went back to my book. Math was the last period of the day, but it was a long session, for an hour and 45 minutes. So we were in for quite some time. That sux. 1 hour and 40 minutes left... Nothing yet. Reading about the Soviet Nuclear weapons arsenal. Listening to Run by Awolnation. Payton's still fidgeting. No one's noticed. 1 hour and 30 minutes left... Still on the Nuclear weapons arsenal. Listening to Interstellar by Excision. Bobbing my neck so much it hurts. Her rate of fidgeting and crossing her legs is increasing. 1 hour left... Reading about the MiG-21, listening to Shadowflame by Excision- WHAT THE?! My eyes widened in amazement. All this time, my dumbass didn’t notice a small mirror in the class was set in a position that granted me a reflection I didn't even think was possible. Payton sat directly in front of it, and it was angled perfectly from where I was sitting. I could see right under Payton's desk, in between her thighs when they weren’t crossed, was slightly wet lavender-colored panties that marked out her camel toe, with her hands covering them from time to time. So hard it hurts!!!! 45 minutes left... I found my eyes lingering on the amazing sight, and I couldn't focus on my book or my music. Hey I’m pretty sure you would as well! But other than her starting to sweat slightly, nothing else has happened yet. Come on already! Listening to Arcadia by Hardwell. In case you haven't figured it out by now, I like EMD, dubstep, Electro-house, that kinda music. 😉 25 minutes left... I honestly think I'm getting bored now. I’m not a fan of prolonged desperation in any setting, be it by watching a video or it happening live right now. And for some odd reason, everyone else is asleep. 10 minutes left... While there was that small gap of silence while another track was about to play, I suddenly heard her gasp. Looking at the mirror................. (Eyes wide open) She was still as a rock, pale as a... brown rock??? She then pulled up her skirt and looked down at her panties. It happens finally! I've been wanting for weeks now. I heard that unmistakable sound of a tight jet of water hitting fabric and slowly, a spot of darkness formed on her panties and slowly grew and grew, dropping down in a wet line as it reached the seat of her chair and butt. Then a few seconds later as her panties completely got flooded, it fell over her seat and trickled onto the floor, a very noticeable splashing echoes throughout the class as a puddle formed below her. She was wetting herself right there. Yet another dream scenario has become a reality. The Sun shone through the windows, illuminating the puddle in a way that anyone could easily see it. It was very translucent, so she must have had a lot to drink today. Then amidst the unbelievably beautiful sight I’m seeing, a wave of ammonia and the distinct smell of her juices hit my nose. I could smell it from here. She just sat there, wetting herself in class... Then out of nowhere she stopped before the trickling became actual splashing, looked at me with wide eyes filled with even more panic and stood up abruptly, took her books and rushed out the class at Mach 10 again with that same look of panic on her face. What the-.... Was I just gonna look surprised, shrug it off then continue to read? Ohhhh Hell naw!! I stood up, put my headphones around my neck, my phone in my pocket and with my book in hand, silently raced after her. On my way out- Nuts, I lost her. Damn she's fast... Oh? I smiled and chuckled as a couple of small drops and trails of what I guessed was Payton leaking that went from here to the end of the hallway. So like a detective hot on finding out a major break in the case, I followed them, eventually finding the exit of the main building. Someone’s definitely gonna notice that. Getting outside- Ha! There she is, speed walking past the main gate. Damn she really is fast. Just before she passed the gate, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Heh. I so do love perfect timing. I jogged after her just as people started exiting classes and the after school chaos would begin. She was cutting it extremly close this time. No one saw her and the security guard wasn't even paying attention. Going down the road covered by the shadows of large trees, the direction she’s heading tells me she’s heading home. And I was right behind her, about 5 meters away I think, just to keep the distance so I could get a good look at her. The back of her dress, which reached about halfway to her knees, was wet and still dripping, shining in the light. And there was a huge dark patch, which was EASILY noticeable. Huh, yeah she really did dodge a major bullet back at school. The wetness clung to her ass cheeks, creating a clear VPL, it was almost translucent, so I could kind of see them from the back. I also noticed the trails of pee had increased in frequency, meaning she was very close to losing it. I felt my heart beat jump even further and yet a harder hardon. As we came close to her place, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and crossed her legs together, her full hands carried her handbag and a few books. The threat of public embarrassment had decided to spare her today, since the street was empty of cars or people walking by. It was around noon, so thankfully a lot of people where still at work or school. She pleaded with herself before gasping. She started losing control as more rivulets of pee flowed down those gorgeous legs of hers, splashing onto the ground. I love that sound. She formed another small puddle on the ground before suddenly running to her house, and she was still peeing. I laughed and tailed her, glancing at the impressive sized puddle and the continuous trail of pee that disappeared into the grass of the front lawn of her house. Reaching the front door gasping, swearing and yelling at it to open as she fumbled with her house keys, I could tell her floodgates were at critical level at this point. She was leaking all over her porch so much that I could even hear her yellow gold striking the fabric of her panties. She was squatting all over the place, unable to stand still even for a moment. I just leaned against the small with my arms crossed as i enjoyed this. All that pee, snaking down her dark beautiful legs like a river that splits into different tributaries. I missed it all SO MUCH! Her efforts to hold it were futile at this point but she kept trying to hold it back. "Thank god!" She yelled as she finally opened. I moved to lean against the door as she rushed inside and dropped her books and handbag on the couch, then walk for exactly 5 steps, then stop dead in her tracks with her hands grabbing her already dripping wet crotch tight. "Nononono..." She silently whispered in horror as she tried to hold it back and failed miserably. The floodgates finally gave way, and like a dam bursting wide open, a tight waterfall exploded from between her legs, splashing onto the floor like a tap that’s been fully opened. The entire lower part of her dress was covered with the liquid gold before it actually soaked through. All I just saw was so many thick rivers of pee rushing down her now soaked legs, filling up and rushing over her heels and splashing on the floor, and a gigantic stream just shooting from her crotch straight onto the floor like someone holding a two liter bottle of water upside down and just emptying it. So much so quickly so loudly. There she was, shaking slightly as she held her hands to her unbelievably soaking wet crotch, bent over slightly as she peed herself, tears rushing down her cheeks, her legs glistening in the light, pee filling up and in her heels and overflowing which added to a puddle so massive that some of it made its way under her couches and even against the carpet. You could swim in it if you were small enough. What must have felt like a life time had passed until she was done. The lovely hiss of her pee hitting the her panties died down as the few drips dropped. Then silence. Even though the colour was semi-translucent, the strong scent of urine filled the entire living room, hitting my nose like someone cooking with powerful spices. I was stunned into silence with a saucer-wide eyes and a gigantic shit-eating-grin on my face. But I was so stunned that I couldn't move, no matter how much I tried. Eventually, after I think a few minutes, my body reactivated and I walked to her. Stepping into the puddle, I watched the liquid weakly ripple as I took each step. I then held her shoulder and turned her to face me, gently coaxing her hands to let go of her wet crotch. Cupping her cheeks with my hands, she looked at me as I wiped her tears away. Then... We just stood there in silence yet again, for I dunno how long. Just looking into each other’s eyes. Her into my blue ones, me into her brown ones... ...Yeaahhhhh, you can guess what happened next. Again... But! Like I said! I’ma very confidential gentleman, so even though this happened again, I still ain't gonna tell you everything. I gave you something to imagine about the first time, so use your imagination again. 😉 What I will tell you, is that after that dream scenario and the dream scenario that followed after, I helped with a painstakingly funny clean up, then chilled with her for a while, sharing jokes, having some lunch, watching TV and just...chilling, like best friends do. And we also talked about this newfound fetish she discovered. She admitted that embarrassing as this is for her, she’s actually kinda enjoying it. She was just glad she managed to get out of the school with the time she had left. Proper good timing right there. I was just happy, and i finally had all the cofidence i needed to ask her all sorts of questions about this. After cuddling together and taking a nap since we both exhausted our energy levels today, it was getting late so I headed for the door to go home, that shit-eating-grin still on my face. "Kamo?" "Hmm?" She smiled and kissed cheek. "Please don't tell Ezra." I smiled back. "Tell him what?." And just like that, I was on my way home, listening to my music. Feeling so happy. A few hours later... I was playing Brutal DooM: Project Brutality, in story mode, killing demons like there ain't no tomorrow. "YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME?!" I yelled and laughed like a maniac as I blasted a Cyberdemon with a BFG. Suddenly I heard a rather hard series of knocks on my door. Furrowing my eyebrows in slightly annoyed confusion, I paused and got up, and when I opened it, I got yet another shock of the day. "Kamo." Kara said sharply as she glared at me, her hands on her hips. The shock quickly faded and I found myself smiling. "Kara Sinclair. What a surprise." I said with a cocky smile as I leaned against the door. She blushed red instantly, the morning's events replaying in her mind. "We need to talk." She said sharply yet again as she tried to regain her composure. And she failed almost miserably as she blushed even more. I chuckled, looked down and noticed she was still on her cheer leading uniform. And I noticed a barely noticeable wet spot on her skirt. Dried evidence of what was almost an accident, but for an Omorashian with a sharp eye, it looked kinda fresh. I laughed, making her blush even more! "S-sh-shut up!" She yelled, and blushed even more some how! I looked at her with a grin. "Come in. Let's talk." I said warmly yet slyly as I welcomed her in. She glared at me and came in. Heh. Let's see where this goes.
  17. Hey, so I forgot my login details for ages and was so sad I couldn't post but I want to post often here from now on. ANYWAY this is literally one of my fav memories when it comes to omo stuff. So for those who wanna know I am 19 and I'm slim with brown hair. I've also been having accidents for most of my life cuz for some reason I have a tiny bladder (I'm not complaining lol) This was about 2 years ago so I was about 16/17 and in my first year of college. I woke up at 7 for college and had a pretty chill morning just being lazy and getting ready. I remember feeling like I had to pee a little when I was leaving my house but this is typical of me so I didn't really notice it. About halfway through the day I started to feel quite desperate but at this point I already knew I enjoyed holding it and was feeling daring so I decided to not go to the toilet at lunch. I did not, I repeat DID NOT, plan to pee myself at this point. I was just planning on enjoying the feeling for a bit. By the end of the day I was enjoying myself a lot as my bladder was so tight and I had to fidget subtly in my last class. I was wearing my typical 'I'm unique' outfit which meant ripped jeans with fishnet tights underneath. And for those interested 😉 I'm pretty sure I was wearing my light grey underwear. I also had a plain long sleeve on underneath a short sleeve t-shirt so you know I was the real deal. Proper vibes xD. Anyway when the end of the day came I figured I had three options, go to the toilet now (lame), take the bus and get home within 15 minutes (not that lame), or walk home. After a day of holding, I was feeling pretty in the mood to be risky so I decided to walk it. I was sure I would get home without peeing but I remember the thought that I might actually have an accident (sorry to be blunt) really turned me on. I set off walking and within 10 minutes I couldn't keep my hand away from my (what's the right word to use here?) crotch? Vag? Thiiigh Gap? At one point I had was walking next to this road and was just full on holding myself in front of people. I know it doesn't sound like much but at one point I remember having the first little urge to pee that you get when you are really desperate and I had to stop and hold myself tight and bend over. It was HeAvEn!! Unfortunately I made it to my front door without any problems. I was so f*cking desperate at this point though and the idea of being this close to the toilet made my need to pee sky rocket! I reached into my bag to find my keys but I was shaking so badly and I couldn't hold myself when I was searching for them. (My plan for when I got home was too change into some old pair of joggers and hold in the bathtub until it came out.) A massive urge came over me when I was looking for the key and I realized that I wasn't going to make it through the urge without peeing. At this point I didn't want to wet myself on the front step of my house in my 'cool' clothes so I was trying my best not to let any out. I dropped my bag for a second and grabbed myself with both hands as the urge came over me. I'm pretty sure I leaked a little into my pants when this happened tho. I ended up finding my keys and unlocking the door in a blind hurry to get up to my room to change clothes. I got to my room and I was definitely leaking every couple of seconds at this point. I started to undo my jeans but I was shaking and so desperate that I was fumbling it. I didn't want to pee on the carpet on my floor so I ended up ditching the attempts to change and I legged it too the toilet. I got into the bathroom and was leaking pretty heavily when tried to lock the door (I ended up not locking the door cuz I was so desperate) I started to full-on pee before I even took my jeans off (let alone my fishnets). The hissing sound was really loud. The best part about it was the moment before I had even unzipped my jeans or got into the bathtub where I was just stood there not knowing what to do as I peed full force into my clothes. After a couple of seconds I abandoned taking my jeans off and jumped into the tub. It felt so good!! Even writing about it again makes me giddy. I love the hopelessness of not being able to do anything about it when you're properly wetting yourself. I do a lot of pre-planned holds and my stories like this are kinda rare as you can't plan real accidents. I have a couple but ill save them for the future ;). I plan on doing a hold soon tho if anyone is interested in joining it! (Sadly I don't think I'm brave enough to take videos or pictures yet tho if thats cool with yall) Hope you enjoyed :p.
  18. Tag says female, but I am non-binary. As the folks that follow me know, I decided to live blog about my hold today at university. This morning I got up, peed, and made myself a big cup of tea as well as a bowl of cereal with milk. I hurried to my first class, and then sat through the next one. I was already starting to feel the tea working into my bladder, but I felt like having fun. I ordered a venti dragon drink from Starbucks and then ate sushi for lunch. By the time I had finished the meal and the cold drink, I knew I could either go to the bathroom now or go in for a serious hold. I posted my first update before class. I had been holding for about 4 hours at this point. By the end of class I was at a 7/10, squirming and squeezing my legs together. I took a longing look at the bathrooms before deciding to soldier on. It was either a 1.5 mile walk home, or I could catch the bus. I decided to walk home rather than risk leaking on the bus where I would be in public. I dallied, considering whether I should buy another drink on campus. It was hard to tell what made me hornier, the thought of getting a beverage now and definitely not making it home or the thought of stopping at a gas station after I had walked a mile, knowing full well I'd be potty dancing. Finally I decided to keep walking and try to reach the gas station dry. The hardest part of the walk back was crossing this bridge. The rushing, swollen stream was so tempting. I could easily visualize just wading out into it and letting go. My first little leak was right after the bridge as I walked over a big hill. I had to stop and hold myself by a light post. Somehow, I regained control and made it to the gas station with no visible spots. I picked up a caffeinated hydration beverage at the gas station, and made myself drink at least half before continuing to walk. The cold liquid was too much. I started to leak for real. It was visible, but only if you really looked. However, by the time I reached my house there was pee leaking all down the front of my pants and it was very obvious I was having an accident. I peered through the window into the shared space of my apartment, and to my horror two of my housemates were chilling, watching a movie. I could feel the piss dripping into my sandals by now, there was no way I could make it past them without admitting to the accident. At this point I walked around back and set my things down. It was clear I wasn't going to make it to the toilet by any stretch, and the leaks were near constant. I really couldn't hold it anymore. Just as my bladder started to involuntarily release all the way, my neighbor opened his door and his dog barked at me. I squeezed my legs as tight a possible and waved. After an agonizing, shaking, minute he went back inside. I dropped to a squat and immediately poured urine. It went down both legs, into my shoes, even up my butt a little as my underwear absorbed. I couldn't help but moan a little at the release. As the rush turned into a trickle I realized that I had meant to film. It was a little late at this point. I took a video of the last couple drops, though, you'll just have to imagine the rest. VID_20210329_134911938.mp4 VID_20210329_134707117.mp4 VID_20210329_134911938.mp4
  19. Esta es otra pequeña animación, está lejos de ser de calidad profesional, pero es entretenido poder hacerlas. 000191013u.mp4
  20. I've tried and i've tried. Drinking water before sleeping. Covering my bed so i know that "its okay to". Those hypnosis files. Nothing seems to work. It's like when i lay down to go to bed, my bladder closes up and prevents anything from coming out.
  21. Elytross

    Lux Pijama

    From the album: League Of Legends Art

    "The pressure of being a leader of a team of star guardians is very overwhelming, this has caused Lux to suffer night-time accidents when wetting the bed"

    © ElytrosS

  22. He never got a break, not even one, not in this hellhole that masqueraded as an office building. Scrambling in the dark with nothing but a flashlight in his hand, not running even as the...monster crawled behind him on four massive hands like some sort of fever dream nightmare. Frantically trying to slap that button into the wiring and press it, those cubicles finally moved, getting out of the way for him so he could see down the dark tunnel that would...somehow lead out of here for him. He could hear it, the D.O.T Matrix coming closer, the flashlight in his hand wavering with his shaking limbs, not letting him look away from the dim glow of it, the hands moving so unnaturally...What little amount of confidence he had after finally solving this puzzle was broken, he couldn’t take this anymore, the beam of light flickering over the monster, his own hand unable to be steady as his feet moved. Forcing him to run, alerting the monster, but he was already gone, breaking out into a place more well-lit, his footsteps slowed to a stop, Brian’s chest heaved, gasping for air, his slim body not built for all the running he was forced to be doing as a hunter...How had it only been a handful of hours in this hell of his? Brian’s eyes went wide, the tremble that never seemed to leave his shoulders, arms...knees, making him shake as he looked up at this mountain of appliances, lockers, and wires. He couldn’t go around this, he’d have to find another way, maybe risk getting attacked by an overworked office worker, and climb a cubicle wall? He tried to calm himself, taking the moment of silence to flick off his flashlight, turning back into the area with the D.O.T Matrix...Maybe it had left knowing it’s prey had escaped? Two steps, the sound of his cheap shoes hitting the tiles before again he heard it, the sound of a screeching dying printer, scrambling at him, beeping angrily at him like he was somehow the cause of all its problems. His fingers loosened around his flashlight, tightening just before he dropped it sweat soaking his underarms, before he turned...Without hesitation he went spelunking into the odd nest, the absurd thought flashing to the forefront of his mind as he scrambled behind some wires, an old filing cabinet casting its shadow on the man. Was this its nest? No that is absurd, it’s a machine! Right? His breath felt so loud, like it would give him away at any minute, and he forced a hand to go over his lower lips, covering his nose as his vision blurred, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. Fear was his only friend most of the time, now he was even scared he lost Kate. The sound of a printer, one that seemed to have the world’s worst paper jam came closer, finger nails off giant hands scraping the floor and making Brian tense, his muscles spasming from just how tightly he held them. He was so scared, so so scared of dying for this witch hunting cause. Brian couldn’t close his eyes, the flashlight slipping from his fingers and hitting a bundle of wires, before rolling onto the tile and hitting his shoe. It was a soft noise, the softest, but what he knew fucked him was the tiny teary gasp he made. The machine, too massive to be anything but another nightmare came to life paused in its gait, the buttons on its ‘face’ beeping, changing color, as it changed direction. It had only just barely come inside the nest, but now it was facing his hiding spot. Moving slowly it came towards him, glowing lights shining a thin shaft on his face as his knees trembled. Warmth gathered in his stomach, and he didn’t know if he was going to puke or pass out, he couldn’t...He couldn’t take this! He was so scared! Why wouldn’t anyone come to save him? His knees pressed together, his ankles moving apart, yet Brian still couldn’t close his eyes. Tears overwhelmed them, and slipped down his cheeks, dripping onto his soft blue blazer, darkening little spots on the fabric. Brian felt more than that liquid on himself, and his eyes went so wide he was sure they’d pop out of his skull for a split second, his other hand, free from its burden, pushed itself between his thighs feeling the warm wet heat. ‘No...notnow...please...pleaseplease...not now’’ It was a mantra inside his head, the issue he had been hoping to avoid all day finally coming back to haunt him. He had hoped he’d have one day, just one where he didn’t have to be scared of pissing himself, not on his new job..not on his first day. His hand squeezed himself, fingers trembling as he pressed his other hand’s palm harder against his own lips, his knees pressing together in the hopes of keeping himself from wetting, he should have worn protection...but he had been so scared of someone seeing it through his pants! His first day was such a mess, and now...so was he. The D.O.T Matrix came closer, the box of the printer pressing against wires as something loudly creaked underneath them, something Brian hoped to god wouldn’t be another awful nightmare. As the machine got closer, Brain gently shuffled backwards, his shaking back touching more wires, the wall of the nest, warmth that felt like a fire gathering lower and lower in his stomach, promising him it could make him feel better..like the liar it always was when his body betrayed him. He drew in a breath, trying to calm himself down...but it was too harsh, too loud, the D.O.T Matrix reached out its metal arm, slipping it through the small gap in the wires to reach out of him, and...his body just simply couldn’t take the strain, the tension...the fear he held in his body. Rivulets of yellow ran down the soft blue fabric, making him whimper, a sound the D.O.T heard, he knew it heard, but at this point that metal arm driving itself into his skull, taking away all the pain and fear sounded kind of nice. The suit’s color darkened down one leg of his pants, soaking all the way down to his shoes, gathering on the tile as he let out a muffled sob against the palm of his hand, his eyes finally closing as the shadow of that thin metal arm came closer to him. The fabric couldn’t hold much more than his initial stream, and he cried into his hand, whimpering and sobbing, eyes squeezed closed, as the liquid streamed harder from the fabric, pittering to the floor, the sound mixing with the heartbeat he seemed to feel in his ears. The golden puddle rippling as he dared to peak open his eyes, wanting to see why the D.O.T hadn’t killed him, spilled his blood so his coworkers could find him the way he deserved to be found, bloody in a puddle of his own piss...He was so pathetic… The arm was wavering, static charges jumping from the metal an inch from his face, making his trembles and sobs that much worse. The poor little witch hunter couldn’t take it anymore, his knees gave out and he sunk to the floor, the blue fabric of his suit soaking through. It was growing cold, not helping his trembles as he wrapped an arm around himself, watching the monster desperately try to reach him, and for a second...he thought about going to it. Then, all at once, with a loud crack, the floor gave away, Brian’s screams, cracking in the middle like a prepubescent boys, faded in the dark hole, the light-less abyss swallowing him whole.
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