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  1. So recently I’ve been wanting to do a lot more wetting. Almost more wetting myself rather than using the toilet. Problem is.. I don’t live alone. I stay with 4 other people and one of them is my partner. Now she’s knows about my fetish and is okay with it and supports it. The others obviously don’t. So what are some risky but stealthy ways I can constantly wet myself without the use of diapers? I wanna be daring and try anything you guys can come up with. Challenge me to something. Dare me to do anything. I’m open to the idea!
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    CESD-339 Non Stop Wetting Yourself A Big Tits Office Lady Pisses Herself Mao Hamasaki CESD-339-01 - After enjoying a nice pee break an office lady returns to her desk only to be called up to her bosses office. Once inside his office she gets a sudden strong urge to pee again and ends up wetting herself a little infront of her boss. He sees the puddle on his carpet and brings her to the couch where he gives her a spanking. During the spanking she ends up wetting herself even more. Her boss then order her to remove her panties as he uses multiple vibrators to make her spray piss far across the room multiple times. CESD-339-02 - The office lady is working late at night with her coworker when he suddenly approaches her and makes her piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-339-03 - While at a meeting the desperate woman wets herself infront of everyone. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-339 Uncut has everything plus sex Enjoy
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  3. View File CESD-339 CESD-339 Non Stop Wetting Yourself A Big Tits Office Lady Pisses Herself Mao Hamasaki CESD-339-01 - After enjoying a nice pee break an office lady returns to her desk only to be called up to her bosses office. Once inside his office she gets a sudden strong urge to pee again and ends up wetting herself a little infront of her boss. He sees the puddle on his carpet and brings her to the couch where he gives her a spanking. During the spanking she ends up wetting herself even more. Her boss then order her to remove her panties as he uses multiple vibrators to make her spray piss far across the room multiple times. CESD-339-02 - The office lady is working late at night with her coworker when he suddenly approaches her and makes her piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-339-03 - While at a meeting the desperate woman wets herself infront of everyone. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-339 Uncut has everything plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/06/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  4. hi! New member here decided a nice way to introduce myself to the community would be through some fic requests! I'm only gonna be doing male content for now as that's what I specialise in! My rules are only no scat or messing,no padded and no abdl! On that note get requestimg,I'm currently in the mood to write some Marvel,Helluva Boss,ASOIAF or Furry stuff but I'll take any requests!
  5. It was the last day of long six day, six legs a day, early mornings trip. I got up made my coffee, showered, dressed and went down to meet the crew for breakfast. Another cup of coffee and it was time to go to work. We arrived at the airport and the operations was having a little party for one of the rampers (birthday). So while we were preparing the aircraft to go, cake and lemonade....no problem, only a one and a half hour flight. Two bumpy hours later we made to our destination and by now both cups of coffee and the lemonade were desperately trying to exit. I was taxiing the aircraft to the gate when we were told that we had to stop and wait for another plane to push back. Ughhhh. As a passenger, I have do know how bad it is sitting and waiting to go, but now I am sitting in front, can't let my First Officer know that I am about to fully pee myself, so I am quietly sitting there clenching with all I can, when I feel a slight spurt, "Oh God noooo!!! Not now, I can't piss myself in the seat.....l" I am desperately trying not to grab my crotch and luckily the aircraft in front of us moves and we are able to make it to the gate. This gives me a chance to wiggle and move a bit taking pressure of my bladder. As soon as the Flight Deck Door is opened, I tell the Flight Attendant that I really need to make " the walk of shame" She just chuckles and says "Go". Well, as I get up, I feel myself starting to leak, and by the time I make it to the Lav, I can feel the wetness starting to run down my legs. I luckily I made it...and luckily our pants are dark and double lined so nothing shows. As I try to somewhat straighten myself up, there is a light but urgent tap on the door, and I hear my Flight Attendant say, "please hurry, I really need to pee." So I quickly get out and am met by the sight of her standing there legs crossed. I think she made it. Now I had to basically still go and catch another flight home, so I am walking through the airport with slightly wet underwear wondering if anyone could notice, obviously not. The flight home was not bad, but of course, by the time we landed, I had to go again, but first I wanted to get the Uber ride so I wouldn't have to wait so long. As luck would have it one was available immediately, so nontime for bathroom. No problem, riiiggghhhttt. Big mistake, the minute I sat down went from a mild 4, to an 8. Still doable. Except, she was friendly and wanted to talk, which usually isn't bad. But when you are trying not to piss yourself, at least for me, holding a conversation is not that easy. Well long story short made it to the house. Got out of the car and as I opened the hatchback and grabbed my bags, well the flood gates opened. There I was saying thanks and goodbye full on peeing myself. I don't think the driver could see, because of the trunk, but what a weird feeling. I was able to stop some, but after she had turned around and I got to the grass, I just let the rest out, what a relief and what a feeling.
  6. View File DLSL-564 DLSL-564 Submitter fcgoodman Submitted 01/26/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  7. Version 1.0.0

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    Hi ! Three great news to begin the year : I am now able to mod UE4 games \o/ The first subject is The Devil in Me with a wet mod for the girls. It contains a few animations and sounds for some of the idle animations 😉 I just launched a patreon. If you like the mods and want to support, feel free to join. Most of the content will stay free but you will get acces to my roadmap and gold members can vote for the next mods and gat acces to my current work in progress. Here is the link. To use the mod you just need to place the PAK file in the "pak" directory of the game (instructions here). Enjoy ! TDIM_wet_mode_preview_01.aviTDIM_wet_mode_preview_02.aviTDIM_wet_mode_preview_03.avi TDIM_wet_mode_preview_01.mp4 TDIM_wet_mode_preview_02.mp4 TDIM_wet_mode_preview_03.mp4
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  8. I've seen this clip floating around before and more recently on the thong upskirt wetting thread and was wondering if there was a full version of it / shows what happens after the scene? https___www.omorashi.org_uploads_monthly_2022_10_559739370_Secraterywetsherselfinfrontofherboss.mp4.af257118f39fc692d5b1b46235fdeb82.mp4
  9. SPOILER ALERT THIS POST CONTAINS MINOR PLOT SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2 OF EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO . . . . Found a messing scene in episode 2 of new Netflix Kdrama "Extraordinary Attorney Woo". Two lawyers are on their way to a hotel to pose as an engaged couple for an investigation. The female attorney starts getting stomachaches in the car. She rushes to the bathroom once they are at the hotel. She makes it into a stall, but poops her pants before she can pull her pants down. She has to call another female attorney (the title character) to bring her new pants. After she changes, she suddenly gets another stomachache and has to go back in the stall. Pooping noises are censored and replaced with a cartoonish plopping sound for the accident and fireworks for the second poop, but it's pretty clear what she is doing lol I highly recommend watching this drama. Here's a link if you don't have netflix: https://www.dramacool9.co/extraordinary-attorney-woo-2022/ I also ripped the episode and trimmed it if you really don't wanna watch (You should) Attorney Woo Episode 2.mp4
  10. View File DLSL-421 DLSL-421 Submitter fcgoodman Submitted 01/15/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  11. I've been trying out the original Deus Ex during my free time, awesome game, very based and I gotta say it has a rather interesting mechanic. You can heal one point of health upon drinking water, that can be from a water-fountain or a water-cooler! For the sake of balance however, you can't just keep spamming those and just drink until your health is full, that would be overpowered! But the way they limited it to make sense within the world you're in, is that after a set number of drinks, the game will prevent you from taking any more from that container for a while, claiming that the object is empty. And me being the desperation fanatic that I am, immediately what came to mind was the mental image of JC Denton after having downed an entire watercooler's worth of water! Let's hope his bladder is augmented as much as his vision eh? Have you ever encountered game mechanics like this too? As in, it makes perfect sense in terms of balance, and that is probably the only reason it was introduced, and yet it has some rather golden implications? 😛
  12. IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.
  13. The president of a country with a weak bladder should, perhaps, wear a nappy or, at least, be more careful to wear clothing that makes any wetting accident less obvious. Here is a clip of South Sudan's President Salva Kiir wetting himself during the national anthem. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tb11peMiIow
  14. Well I had been drinking for hours before our new years party and as soon as the clock struck one I ran upstairs away from all our guests. I barely had time to throw down a towel before I flooded my corduroy pants. For all your enjoyment I'd set up a camera to record my desperation. Unluckily the video of my accident is too large to upload so if any of you can let me know how to cut the video down I'll happily upload it for all your entertainment.
  15. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  16. The four full female board of the Diapers corp are in their boardroom. The chairwoman is in front of the smart board discussing phase 1 when she suddenly lets out a gasp and a wet fart. “Damn it!” “it’s ok Miss please continue” she unzips her business skirt throwing it in the corner exposing her pretty blue clear plastic panties covering her supreme adult diaper “soon we’ll be free of this oppressive filth” her second in command letting out a delighted gasp knowing all the women feel a tingle between their padded thighs. She sits down pressing the buzzer and asks for their intern. In walks Susan young normally confident but embarrassed. “Hello Susan how are we today?” “I’m good Miss but I’m a little confused by this costume?” “It’s ok you look stunning it’s part of a new line we are looking into”. Susan's embarrassment is caused by the clear plastic dungaree shorts, elasticated around the thighs in the style of hot pants. Her firm breasts visible through the plastic. She wonders about wearing cotton underwear and bra but her dresser advised it wasn’t necessary. Part of her embarrassment caused by the sensation of the plastic in the crotch rubbing against her already self lubricating pussy “god I hope they don’t notice” she wonders. “How long have you been with us Susan?” ”umm six months I think Miss?” “And I hear you’ve been trialing out new vitamin line for women how is it going?” “Umm ok but ermm their may be a side effect” that’s ok we will discuss this later, now Susan in your pretty outfit let’s see how practical it is can you go through this months accounts?” “Yes Miss” Susan terms exposing her firm beautiful bottom and walks to the smart board and suddenly pauses “are you ok Susan?” “Umm yes Miss it’s nothing” then suddenly Susan let’s put a gasp and the room is filled with a farting gurgling sound and the four women watch as Susan looses all dignity suddenly filling the back of the plastic shorts with poo. “Uhh o god what’s happening…” she staggers round just in time for the board members see hot piss spraying at high pressure from her crotch hissing loudly as it hits the plastic crotch. The elastic holding the contents. “Oh god Miss I’m so so sorry I don’t know what’s happening to me, oh god oh god!” Susan trails off as she sees the smiles on the board woman’s faces “it’s ok Susan we all have accidents from time to time” states the chair as she stands up from her desk revealing her blue plastic panties and diaper. “It's ok baby we will take care of you” she presses the intercom and another assistant enters, “take care of you will you?” “Yes Miss, come with me Susan” ”well girls well girls that seems effective effective and the next side effect?” The second in command picked up the remote and pointed it at the smart board revealing a cctv image of Susan instead of stripping and showering she was sitting in her plastic outfit on the floor her legs bent her eyes rolled back her hand rubbing her crotch. “Well it seems the hormones in the vitamins are effective Susan will need to be monitored but let’s move to full clinical trials. I want every woman in Pampers corp to get free vitamin supplements and we will offer free samples to all pharmacies” Women I think our time is near!” Susan is now a horny incontinent slave to the pampers corporation! Susan came to her senses she was flushed aroused embarrassed and had no idea what to do “oh god I’ve blown it“. “it must be the vitamins they must have done something I need to warn the board” she thought wondering how she didn't realize she needed the bathroom when clearly she was desperate as hell! She had found her panties wet a couple of times and was embarrassed but never anything like this. The relieve embarrassment and sudden realization she had found herself ma was emotionally overwhelming “god I’m fired what am I going to do I’ve just disgraced myself in front of the board in this stupid outfit”. Just then two women entered, Susan remembered them from her medical exam at the start of her internship but they were wearing clear plastic suited with a Red Cross stamped on the back and what appeared to be red plastic panties covering a diaper. It’s ok we are here to check you over” “ oh god I do r understand what happened am I fired?” “ no sweets the board and me are pleased with your progress” “ but what? Have the vitamins done something?” yes sweetly there is a slight side effect let’s clean you up” Susan was taken to an open shower area and her suit unbuttoned falling with a spatter on the floor, she watched herself in a full length mirror as one of the women took the shower washing her poo from her firm bottom and pussy. Susan blushing at the sensation as the spray stimulated her pulsing anus and pussy. And again as she was toweled down. taking the stethoscope and placing it between her breasts the woman asked “on a scale of 1 to 10 how sexually aroused are you now?””what” the sudden outburst by Susan was accompanied by a sharp increase in heart beat and a squirt of piss from between her legs “oh god sorry I didn’t mean to” it’s ok baby let’s get you some proper underwear” “what do you mean?” “Diapers baby your going to need them” “what? Oh god no” “well baby your obviously horny as hell and your pissing uncontrollably you need protection we understand don’t be embarrassed” “but I don’t need diapers” “ yes you do baby look” Susan looked down and whimpered at the expanding yellow puddle on the chair between her legs ” oh god” “don’t worry baby we all need diapers at pampers corp, your one of us now well take care of you“ Just then the phone rang it was the board room. The executives all were watching all were happy all were wet! “Talk to me” stated the Chair. “yes Miss hormonal treatment in the fake vitamins has caused completes incontinence and a reworking of her brain. Basically she has no understanding or feeling associated with a full bladder or bowel and so reaches a point where the bodies reflexes take over expelling the waste. It also triggers an endocrine response releasing female sexual hormones. That fact her immediate response was a need to orgasm over ruled a desire to get changed shows hormone treatment had been effective. The result is she is completely incontinent and all bladder and bowel movements stimulate sexual pleasure. This well in time condition Susan to look forward to her accidents rather than fear them it will like the orgasm be the driving force controlling her behavior!” “Thanks doctor, well done you and your assistants sacrifice does you credit and we would like to invite you as junior board members of the pampers corp” “ thank you Miss the world you are working for to free female kind is within reach!”. “Good I have a party lined up later, what are you doing to my intern” “thanks Miss, your intern will undergo observation. To ensure the effects are irreversible and loyalty conditioning. We have some subliminally suggestive training videos your information division has produced, she’ll spend the next week learning to embracing her new reality and after that will no doubt be a loyal employee to you and Pampers Corp and perhaps a new poster girl for the new world that we are creating?” “What does this do for sexual preference I understood she was hetero?” “The hormone changes take care of that, she split up with her boyfriend within 3 weeks of supplements citing loss of libido and of men. At present her only sexual arousal is that to her loss of control and her new underwear dependence. In time this will condition her to other humans who are diapers basically this will only be other incontinent females Miss”! The doctors both smiled, at the invitation to the board. Miss was right there had been a sacrifice, her own continence and complete loyalty. the first doctor had struggled as a bedwetter even as an adult and struggled to maintain relationships. As a teenager she fell in love with another classmate beautiful but hid her thoughts as her homosexuality was a secret especially growing up in a conservative household. Finally a chance meeting years later when she started medical school involved a meal catch-up and too many drinks, to her surprise her female beau returned her attentions though very drunk. she woke up to find her friend getting dressed. “That was wonderful but where are you going?” The reply was not as expected “god you whore you tricked me drugged me this is disgusting I’m not into this and you pissed the bed you disgusting animal!” “But what?” She looked down to see the soiled sheets in tears she never forgot the humiliation and retired from socializing, then one day she saw an advertisement. A medical supplier was looking for a medical assistant and researcher, what had she to lose? She applied and successfully passed the interview. Although she found the questions odd and found her own bed wetting issue came up and seemed relevant. The corp seemed to understand and then she discovered why. after some time she found herself invited to parties by like minded employees finding many one night intimate stands and a culture that embraced it. Finally she met Miss the fabled chairwoman who took her for dinner explaining how her own incontinence drove her. Then she told her how she needed to recruit some help and told her of her plans. “ your crazy” was her response! She left the meeting feeling the next day she would be clearing her desk and the feeling of gloom as she was summoned to the boardroom. To her surprise a private female investigator employed by the diapers corp revealed in front of the board her humiliation and lost love. She felt anger again and was offered again a chance to join the scheme to make such heartbreak a thing of the past. Tearfully she nodded “good girl you will get everything you need but I demand total loyalty” “yes Miss total loyalty” as she dried the tears. “Good girl but one thing first put this on” She looked down seeing the folded diaper “yes Miss”!
  17. Hey all, this is a writing experiment I did on Christmas because I felt like it. I always wanted to try writing desperation/wetting scenarios in an office setting but could never think of a way to turn it into a convincing or decent plot or scenario. This was something I came up with just to test out, and have a few ideas floating around about continuing this story if I think it's good enough, so feedback/suggestions/responses are greatly appreciated! - Orion ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 24-year-old Damian is an IT specialist at a local branch of West Valley Financial Services LLC, a financial management and advisory firm. Damian was rather fresh out of learning his trade but being around computers his whole life, he was more than qualified for the role as tech support for the branch. The head of the branch, Mr. Frasier, was a stubborn old man that really should have retired by now. He was always caught grumbling about how things are better back when he was a young’un and that people today don’t know “what the hell they doin’ anymore”. For that reason, nobody has been hired at this West Valley branch in over a decade until the previous tech lead retired, and we’re in need of a replacement, which ended up being Damian. Frasier was always keen to remind Damian that he was hired solely because he was cheap, and didn’t believe that his support was very necessary. As usual, the boss didn’t know what he was talking about. The aging staff at West Valley struggled with updates and software issues of programs they “have used forever”, along with the plethora of forgotten passwords and lost file reports. It’s a wonder corporate hasn’t audited this branch, the next closest employee to Damian in terms of age was 38, and he was the custodian. On top of that, the staff was notably lacking behind company standards for diversity: of the small office of 20 people, only two were female, the rest males. The two being the receptionist who had been here since the branch’s founding and was a few years away from retirement, and the other being a stoic middle-aged woman that never has anything to say other than “Mhm.” outside of work emails. It’s not that the boss was sexist, he was just old-fashioned and particular about his qualities when hiring new employees, which explains the lack of new arrivals since Damian. That all changed a breezy October morning. Damian was at his desk filing out another report on resolving a “[blank] file disappeared!” that he has come to know all too well. His throat felt a bit dry, so he got up to get a drink from the water cooler. The break room was next to the entrance to the office building, where the receptionist was nowhere to be soon; probably taking one of her “unofficial” breaks again. Damian got a cup of water and chilled on his phone for a couple minutes, then finishing and refilling his cup and leaving the break room. It was upon exiting that he noticed a young woman in the reception area, looking a bit lost. She had smooth legs clad in stockings that gradually grew thicker on her thighs as it became covered mid-way by a mini-skirt. A dress shirt covered her torso where an ample, but not overindulgent, bosom was being covered. She had a cardigan wrapped around her arm for the chilly autumn weather and a petite face curtained by a wavy brown-blonde bob to her shoulders. It's clear she was a bit overdressed; Damian personally was just wearing flannel and some blue jeans; dress code was pretty much non-existent. Noticing the young girl’s confusion, he stepped in to see if he could help. “Hello, can I help you?” asked Damian. The woman turned to respond. “Ah! Are you Mr. Frasier? I’m here for the interview.” An interview? Mr. Frasier was hiring?! That certainly is a surprise, and the fact he conceded a woman to be applicable enough for an interview, that’s rather unlike him. “No, I’m the IT Specialist, Damian.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Damian! I’m Hannah.” Hannah met Damian’s hand with a firm shake, but her hands were silky smooth. “If you’re looking for Mr. Frasier, I can take you to him, his office is right next to mine.” Damian said, motioning to lead the way. Hannah nodded and followed his lead. A short walk to Frasier’s office was followed by a knock from Damian. “Mr. Frasier, a woman named Hannah is here, she says she has an interview with you?” “Ah. Yes. Send her in.” Frasier responded sternly. “He’s all yours.” Damian gestured as if to say “Good luck, you’re gonna need it.” And with that, Hannah begun her interview as Damian returned to his desk to work on the other tech requests he has piled up. … It was a few hours later that Damian had begun feeling a bit thirsty again. It was about time for a late lunch anyway, being that it was past 3 in the afternoon by this point. He settled into his 30 minute break with some more water and a classic PB&J. A few minutes later Hannah came into the break room to join Damian, who until that point was alone in the break room. “Hey! How’d you do?” Damian greeted her. “Good, I got the job! Mr. Frasier is just showing me the ropes as his assistant, but he got a phone call and excused me for my break for the time being.” “That’s great! It’s been ages since we’ve had some fresh blood in the office, since yours truly, actually, so it’s great to see someone new!” “Likewise! I’m gonna be honest, everyone else here seems kinda old and bitter. It’s nice to have someone my age around.” Damian chuckled, “Yeah, they’re not so bad once you get to know ‘em, but there’s definitely a generational gap.” Damian and Hannah shared a conversation mostly about work, and touched on social media and the likes over the course of the break. It was at this time Damian just noticed how frequently Hannah was crossing and fidgeting in her seat. It’s easy to assume that the chair wasn’t very comfortable, because they weren’t. However Damian’s imagination began to wonder as a woman holding her piss was always exciting to watch. He wondered if Hannah was starting to get a bit desperate, and how long it was since she last used the bathroom. He pushed away the thoughts as wishful thinking, only to have his suspicions confirmed. “God, I am dying for a wee right now.” Hannah said, clasping her lap and bouncing for a moment, seemingly in the middle of the conversation. Damian was taken aback and grew a bit red in the face. That was quite… forward. He recomposed himself and pointed to the restroom in the breakroom. “The restrooms right here if you need it.” “Oh! I’ll be ok, I can hold it. Besides, that bathroom is probably a mess with all the old guys here. I always try to avoid public bathrooms, no matter how bad it is!” Hannah laughed. “Hah! You’re not far from the truth.” It’s true. He did wish the office had better aim; it was to the point where the two ladies in the office would just go elsewhere when leaving for their many unofficial breaks. “Are you going to be ok though? You seem a tad squirmy over there, I gotta say.” Hannah grew a little embarrassed after being prodded by this question. She thought guys would be grossed out by needing to pee, but Damian was more so just concerned, it seems. “I’ll be fine! I’m used to it. I should be heading back though.” “Same here! Talk to you soon!” … 6:00. Quittin’ time. Damian clocked out and felt a small urge to piss, so he went to the break room to take a leak. Luckily no one was in there, for a twenty-person office there was only a single toilet for everyone, so it wasn’t uncommon for it to be occupied when you need it. As Damian exited the restroom, he ran into Hannah clocking out, now visibly more flustered and with her top few buttons of her dress shirt undone, showing off a bit of cleavage. “Hannah! I’m surprised you’re still here! Usually the office leaves by around 5 or 5:30.” “Y-yeah, Mr. Frasier wanted me to stay a little longer to learn how to do some things… I’d love to chat more Damian but I’m absolutely dying for a piss so I gotta get home!” “Will you be able to drive ok?” Damian asked with genuine concern but equal parts curiosity. “W-well…” Hannah grew even more red. “I…have to take the bus to get home; I don’t have a car, so I guess I’ll just have to hold it…” Hannah seemed genuinely concerned that she was going to have an accident, a very public accident no doubt, as the bus stops and buses themselves would usually be full of commuting passengers, and that’s not even factoring in waiting for the bus itself. Damian decided to go for a bit of a shot. He truly wanted to help Hannah out, but at the same time was filled with burning curiosity as to the state and condition of Hannah’s bladder. “How far do you live? Perhaps it would be much faster for me to drive you home?” Hannah paused, at least paused everything but her crossing of legs and hopping from foot to foot as she cradled her bursting bladder. She knew with relative certainty she couldn’t make it without making a mess out of her mini-skirt, but she was very reasonably wary of taking a ride from a guy she just met. She felt she could trust him though, and she certainly felt after their conversation she could trust him enough. “S-sure… Is Harrison Road far from you?...” Hannah asked between leg crosses. “That’s just up the road from my apartment! Come on, before you make a puddle in the office!” … Damian pulled out of his spot with a now bursting young woman in tow, fiercely bouncing her legs and keeping them tightly crossed together. All the while sucking air through her teeth and moaning in anticipation. “Ohhhh~… It’s bad… I can almost feel it coming out! Hurry!” Damian went as fast as he could reasonably go without getting a felony, blazing past turns and going over the speed limit, weaving in and out of cars. He took a glance at Hannah on a straight stretch of road. Her face was visibly red from embarrassment, her hands firmly in her crotch, legs crossed fiercely enough to turn coals into diamonds, and could even, very faintly, notice a slight bulge out of the flat waistband of her miniskirt. It took a lot for Damian to regain his composure, and he could hardly feel like this is real; it felt more like a fanfiction on a piss kink message board. Damian made a 20 minute car ride in 15, and was pulling up to Hannah’s street as she looked the most desperate any woman had ever looked in her life. She began taking off her seat belt, all the while bouncing and fidgeting like a mad man. As soon as Damian hit park outside her address, a small townhouse amongst a row of them, Hannah dashed out of her seat and up the steps, and fumbled with her house keys as she pee-danced like crazy. Damian couldn’t be sure from his seat, but he swore he saw the faintest of damp spots on her stockings. It was only observable for a second, before Hannah opened the door and dashed inside and out of view. Damian sat on the side of the road for a couple minutes, wondering what happened, if Hannah made it, if he was fast enough, how many red lights or speed cameras he went past. Hannah soon reappeared, with what looked to be a damp pair of panties scrunched up in a ball in her hand. She looked considerably less professional, her hair messy, her dress shirt wrinkled and untucked, and her mini skirt ridden up considerably to where it became dangerously close to exposing herself. She walked over to the car. “Hey… Sorry you had to see me like that… It feels embarrassing to say but you saved my pride and my outfit today… So thanks for taking me home so quickly, I owe you one.” Hannah said sheepishly, avoiding Damian’s eye contact out of embarrassment. “Don’t sweat it, Hannah. It happens to everyone. I’m just glad you made it home dry. It certainly was nice to meet you.” “Somewhat dry. Hehe…” Hannah giggled to herself. “Yeah. See you tomorrow at work?” “Yep! See you tomorrow!” Hannah turned around to go back to her house as Damian prepared to u-turn in the street. But not before catching a glimpse of Hannah’s curvy bottom. And noticeably, since her skirt was riding so high, a Pikachu tail tattoo under her left butt-cheek on the bottom half of her thigh. As a Pokémon fan himself, Damian was greatly excited by this new common ground so that he could make a friend out of his new colleague, and for the first time in a while, was genuinely excited to go to work tomorrow. To be continued.
  18. Poor Mina's got just one thing on her mind. Always wanted to do some pen and paper omo. May have gone overboard with her bust. Oh well!
  19. I can't believe this just happened...still kind of in a daze. I came back off of a long six day trip this evening, and was picked up by my roommate. She asked if I wanted to go home and change out of my uniform before we went and returned some things...i.e. shopping for her. Since it was already around 6:00pm, I figured it would be quicker to just go with her, rather than run home, change and then go out. Since I had just got off the airplane, I really hadn't had a chance to go to the bathroom, but I figured, that it shouldn't take too long. Big mistake...the first store didn't close until 9:00pm and their bathrooms were inop. Oh well, still not too bad of a need to go. The 2cnd store closed at 9:30, and since it was already 9:15 by the time we got there, again I missed the opportunity to go. Now I mad it a challenge ge.to myself to make it home. Woops, we stopped for dinner. Found out some interesting new things about her, such as she likes looking at PornHub videos. Well, according to her, she doesn't look at PornHub anymore. 😉 Anyway, after dinner we decided to go for a drive. I knew I could.make the quick usual.route, but felt a.little nervous, however, ride went smooth, she asked, if we could continue up the freeway and I said sure, I was driving and felt pretty good, until the rain hit, well more lime the sky opened up and everything went blank. We turned around d and started heading back and I mentioned finally, that I had to pee. Inside I was starting to get a little desperate. The rain stopped and the drive became easier and the desperation subsided so I suggested we should drive down around the city, it was now around 11:00pm and the drive would take about an hour. I basically said that if she wanted to keep going Inwould be willing to hold it, well she said ok. Jumping ahead now, by the time we got back over to our side I was starting to squirm, but formsome unknown reason I suggested the longer route rather than the freeway again, saying I am willing to hold it, and she said ok...maybe trying to see how bad I needed to go. Hmmmm...Well, big mistake, the bumps and the slower speed were torture, enjoyable torture, but I could not.let her see that I was enjoying it, but she did see.me.squirm, jiggle my feet, and finally near the end, I actually had to gold.myself, I apologized but I quickly jammed my hand to my crotch an squeezed, out of the corners of my I I saw.her looking down at my hands in.my crotch, and then look away as I pulled them out. The last block to the house was the longest, and most exciting. I couldn't help it anymore.I was squirming and holding myself trying not too pee I. The car, luckily I made.it into the garage with just a squirm starting, which meant, I would soon lose it...We unloaded the trunk, I started leaking a little.more, still hoping I could.make it, but just as I closed the garage door, caring my bags and one of her shopping bags I felt my bladder start to give up. She was at the back door SLOWLY u locking it, I said please hurry and when she turned around and asked why, I was already peeing, I said in a shocked voice, " because I am peeing myself...." the blue uniform pants hid the first stream but she saw the glistening of the actual bladder loss. Both of us stood there, me pissing her just looking at my crotch and pee, and when I quickly squatted, so as to try and save my boots from being totally soaked, she watched until I was done...I felt strange, I wanted to cry, laugh, run away, All I could do was stutter, "I'm sorry..." She was actually real nice, she went to her room got me a towel, laughed and said "getting older sucks, can't hold like we used to, don't feel bad, it happens to us all..." Now, here I am thinking about what lead up to this. Still flustered, but actually getting turned on by the after thought.
  20. Note! This fic is an original idea! The characters belong to me, and so does everything else! I may or may not include artwork of the characters to better visualize them. Let me know if you want this up an Wattpad, since it is easier to write a story there. Anyway, characters include: Leon - androgynous male - 27 years old - gay - african american - black curly hair with brown fades - ear + nipple piercings - slight muscular build. •(Sexually) likes: holding, desperation, bladder torture, bdsm, Calxyn. •Likes: robotics, engineering, mechanics, coding, computer coding, video games, Calxyn. •Dislikes (in general): public humiliation, public wetting, alcohol, being interrupted while holding. Calxyn (code name,) Callan (“human name”) - male - no specific age - unspecified sexuality - no race (medium tan skin tone.) - brown wavy hair - freckles + acne - thin but slightly muscular build. •(Sexually) likes: holding, desperation, bladder torture, bdsm, being punished, being tested, being controlled, Leon. •Likes: Leon, learning about humanity. •Dislikes: rude people. Yeah this is just an introduction. Let’s hope people read this!
  21. Commissioned fic for someone who wanted a woman with a bladder of steel and an unrealistically long hold -- I once worked with a girl on a week-long project at a conference out of the city. Peyton was a sweetheart; a little bit shy, but very businesslike when it came down to actually doing our work. Management had us room together in the hotel, and over the week I got to know Peyton a little bit better simply from spending so much time with her. She was smart, funny, knew endless trivia about television shows—and she never seemed to use the bathroom. Naturally this wasn’t something I was going to bring up; after all, how does one tactfully mention such a private matter? We shared a hotel room, and I knew she went into the bathroom sometimes, because she took showers, and I heard her in the mornings brushing her teeth at the sink. But all day when we were out at panels or on rides with our boss, she never used the bathroom. It wasn’t even that she was dehydrated; she kept up a steady intake of fluids through the day, water, Coke, those plastic orange juices you can get at a gas station. But she never used the bathroom. She never even acted like she felt the urge. In the middle of the week we were asked to go on an out of town ride to visit some potential clients in another city. The trip was going to take two hours going and coming, so four hours total, plus however long we spent in the city itself with our clients. As Peyton and I dressed for the day I jokingly said, “I really hope that there are rest stops on the drive! I’m sure we’re going to be dining with our clients and I don’t want to get caught unprepared.” She smiled a little at her reflection where she was putting in earrings. “I’m sure there will be,” she said, but didn’t add any other info about her own feelings on the subject. We went downstairs to the lobby and each had a portion of the continental breakfast. I had waffles and a banana, and she had cereal and milk. On top of that she also drank two small plastic cups of orange juice and a mug of coffee. By the time we were both finished eating it was almost time to leave, so I went and used the lobby bathroom. Peyton didn’t join me; when I exited I found her waiting quietly by the entrance, looking at her phone. She smiled at me and asked if I was ready to go. “Yeah,” I said. I thought about asking her if she wanted to use the bathroom before we left, but decided against it. I didn’t want to be late to our meeting and I was sure Peyton didn’t either. Besides, she knew her own body much better than I did, obviously! We set off in one of the company cars. We had decided between ourselves that she would drive there, and I would drive back. I sat in the passenger seat watching the trees and little towns pop up as we rode down the highway. For a while Peyton had the radio on, but eventually the station started fuzzing out, so she switched it off and started going over the questions we were going to ask our potential clients, what sorts of things we would discuss with them, etc. As we drove on talking about our work the sun rose higher, streaming in through the back window. About an hour into our drive Peyton turned to me and said, “Do you mind if we stop for a second at the next turn-off?” “Not at all,” I replied. My heart had kind of started racing; I wondered if all the liquid she’d consumed with breakfast had hit her bladder. Would I at last see Peyton use a toilet? But when we pulled over in the next town it was just so she could grab a bottle of water at a gas station. “The sun is making me sweat,” she complained as she slid into the driver’s seat again. “It’s so hot in here; it’s like a greenhouse.” “Right,” I said, watching in mild fascination as Peyton unscrewed the cap off the bottle and tipped it back to her lips. It was one of those giant water bottles you don’t see at every station, and it was covered in condensation from the store refrigerator. She must have taken at least six enormous swallows of water before screwing the cap back on and putting the bottle in the cup holder. “So much better!” she gasped out. She glanced at me: “Did you want some water, too? I don’t mind if you just wanna run in real quick and grab one, I think we’re ahead of schedule—” “No, I’m okay,” I said. It was definitely warm in the car from the sun beating down on the glass, but I didn’t want to fill my bladder up before we’d even gotten to meet our clients. Peyton shrugged. “Okay,” she said, just as pleasant as ever. She turned the ignition over and we set off. Luckily, there wasn’t much traffic, and we made it to the next city with about fifteen minutes to spare. By the time we arrived, Peyton had finished most of the water bottle; it was so close to being empty now that she kept the cap off and would just roll the condensation-slick plastic on her neck and cheeks, occasionally moving the bottle almost absently to her lips to drink. In spite of all of the liquid she’d consumed, though, she didn’t seem at all desperate for a bathroom. We’d gotten out of the car to stretch our legs and wait for our clients, and she wasn’t even bent over at the waist. Shortly after arriving, our clients pulled in as well. We were at their office, which was just a block or two over from the restaurant where we were going to have lunch. We shook hands and they let us into the building. As the four of us walked towards one of the conference rooms, the lady client pointed to a mini-fridge in the corner: “Would either of you care for a drink?” I was quite thirsty after the long drive and the hot sun, so I accepted the offer and took out an apple juice. I was—well, not quite shocked, but certainly a little surprised when Peyton also took a grape juice. I raised my eyebrows at her and she just laughed a little as we continued on into the conference room: “I told you, that car was a greenhouse,” she whispered. “I’m pretty sure my body doesn’t even realize I drank water.” We got settled in the conference room and began our meeting. There was a pitcher of water in the center of the table as well as individual glasses for the four of us, and we all took regular drinks from the pitcher, since it was such a warm day. About an hour and a half into the meeting I began to feel the effects of all the liquids on my bladder, and asked if I could be excused to the restroom. One of our clients said she also needed to go, and called for a five-minute break. I returned to the conference room first and found Peyton still sitting there drinking what looked to be her fourth glass of water. Finally, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. “Where are you putting all this water?” I asked incredulously. She must have consumed well over two liters of liquid at this point, but she was just sitting there calmly, sipping from her glass. Her legs weren’t even crossed. She shrugged in response to my question. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve just always been like this. When I was little my family used to joke that I was part camel.” We both laughed at that, and I took my seat again next to her, but couldn’t help watching as she finished her glass and then poured herself a fifth one, asking me if I wanted any. I said sure, so she turned—she was standing up—to pour me some water as well. Her blouse was tucked into her skirt and I noticed for the first time her midsection was rounded, sticking out noticeably against the loose cotton of her shirt and the stiffer fabric of the skirt. As she sat back down I couldn’t help wondering if that little bulge was her bladder. She was a petite girl, and I hadn’t noticed anything like that in the few days we’d spent together up until now—although of course I hadn’t really been looking, either. But I thought of all the times that we’d spent out, drinking with our boss, drinking during meals, and how she never seemed to use the bathroom, even in our room. After a few more minutes our clients both returned and the meeting continued. At noon we had a second break for lunch. By this point Peyton had drank another three glasses of water, and as we all stood up I couldn’t help glancing at her stomach again. It was even rounder now, stretching full and bloated against her waistband. But she walked steadily out of the room with us. She wasn’t even slightly hunched over. We walked the two or so blocks to the restaurant. Because it was the lunch hour on a workday, there was a significant line to get in. The four of us stood idly talking while we waited. Several times I saw Peyton smooth her hand over her round, distended bladder, but she didn’t seem to be in any distress. In fact, when we got into the restaurant and were seated, she ordered a sparkling water with lemon. She took regular sips from it throughout the meal, even asking for a refill—twice—before we were done. Both myself and our male client excused ourselves to the restroom during the course of the meal. As I returned to the table I noticed Peyton uncrossing her legs. She was very casual about it, so I didn’t say anything, but I made a mental note. It was the first sign all day—in fact, since the start of the week—that I’d seen her do anything to indicate discomfort. But for the rest of lunch she didn’t so much as shift in her chair. When the bill came our female client went to use the restroom as well, while Peyton and I sat continuing our conversation with the man. Soon she returned to the table, and the four of us waited for our cards, then left. The meeting in the conference room was over around two. Our clients wanted to show us some more things in their offices before we left, so we took a tour of the building with them, pausing to remark on various things we saw. Peyton was taking notes on her tablet, and I was paying enough attention to our clients that I could answer questions correctly and ask appropriate ones myself, but I was watching her out of the corner of my eye. Her bladder was by now so large it had begun to push up against the soft, loose fabric of her shirt, tightening it against her skin. She still wasn’t really restless or indicating any type of discomfort, but every so often when we’d move to a new room she’d press her thighs together subtly before standing still and lifting her tablet again. Eventually the tour was over. We shook hands with our clients and assured them we’d be in contact again very soon. Before we left I took one more opportunity to use the restroom, my bladder having filled up again from lunch, but Peyton said she was fine. Our clients asked us if we wanted one more drink for the road; I declined, but Peyton said yes, and took a can of pineapple juice. This time it was my turn to drive, so I got in the driver’s seat and pulled up the map to return to the hotel on my phone. In the passenger seat Peyton was sitting very still, and very calm. “I think the meeting went well,” I said casually as we turned to get onto the highway again. “I think our boss will be suitably impressed by the clients, don’t you?” “Yeah,” Peyton said. She was taking regular sips from her pineapple juice and soon had emptied it as it was one of those tiny aluminum cans. Most of the drive back was silent, except for the radio. I was watching Peyton out of the corner of my eye for any signs that she might need to urinate now that she’d drunk what must have been over three liters of liquid, but she did nothing. She was just very quiet, looking out the window. Occasionally she would cross her legs or smooth a hand over one thigh, but it didn’t seem to be out of any particular discomfort. Again, about halfway through the drive, we pulled over; this time it was so I could use the bathroom at a truck stop, and also refill the gas tank on the car. I asked Peyton if she wanted to use the bathroom too but she said she’d rather not, since truck stop bathrooms are usually pretty dirty. “But I’d appreciate if you’d get me a bottle of water,” she said. I tried not to let my surprise show on my face, but I must have not been as subtle as I thought, because she laughed: “I can’t help it! I’m just really thirsty!” I shrugged. It didn’t make any difference to me. I used the restroom and bought her a bottled water. We started off again. Traffic was light all the way up until we were maybe seven miles from the turn off that would lead to the hotel. We hit a bumper-to-bumper wall of cars. Peyton looked it up on her phone, but nothing had happened; it was just regular rush hour traffic. Still, the estimated time on my phone had changed now, and we weren’t scheduled to get back to the hotel until after six. Peyton sighed when I told her this, and I thought surely now she’s going to mention needing a toilet, but she just said she was sorry she wouldn’t have time to put on something more comfortable before we went to the usual company dinner with our boss and coworkers. As we sat in traffic Peyton began smoothing her hand more frequently over the soft bulge in her middle. Several times I saw her squeezing her thighs together, or crossing her ankles over each other, but she didn’t say anything. If she leaned forward it was just to turn the radio up, or change the station. We inched forward in traffic and made small talk to fill the awkward silence between us, Peyton telling me more facts about television shows she knew, me telling her about my crocheting hobby, but never once did she ask me to pull over, even when we passed two turn-offs before our exit. By the time we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel it was getting dark. We got out of the car and hurried into the lobby—the restaurant where we had our company dinners was in the hotel. I told Peyton if she wanted to go upstairs and change she could, I wouldn’t mind giving our boss her excuse, but she shook her head: “No time,” she said, and we walked quickly to the restaurant. Our boss waved us to her table and asked how the meeting had gone. “Fine,” we both said simultaneously. I began telling her details; when the server came to ask what everyone wanted, Peyton ordered a Coke and a water, saying that sometimes carbonation made her feel sick but water would cancel it out, and she needed the Coke to stay awake after our long day. I kept my mouth shut as the meal progressed but watched in astonishment as Peyton put back both glasses, plus a refill on her water, plus all the ice as it melted. With dinner finished and paid for we stood up and I caught another glimpse of Peyton’s swollen, overly full bladder. It now more closely resembled a watermelon she’d shoved under her shirt. I thought I saw our boss clock it as well, but of course she didn’t say anything. The rest of the evening and night was spent in our separate hotel rooms, entering information into our laptops and tablets, making last-minute calls, and other things. I used the bathroom a few times over the course of the evening, but Peyton did not; she only went in to brush her teeth. She changed into her pajamas in the bathroom with the door shut, as we weren’t that familiar with each other, but I didn’t hear her sit on the toilet, nor did I hear it flush. When she came out her pajamas—even softer cotton than her blouse, and of course much more informal—stuck out jarringly around her bladder. She was taking careful, slow steps as she walked back to her laptop, pressing her thighs together, but told me she needed to get her work finished before calling it quits for the night. I saw her wince as she lowered herself into the seat, but aside from crossing her legs tightly she made no other indication she needed the toilet. Eventually I began to fall asleep; I asked if she’d mind if I turned the light off, and she said, “No, go ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I told her good night and switched the lamp off, my last glimpse of Peyton for that night being her sitting gingerly on the edge of her seat, typing rapidly away on her keyboard. In the morning when I woke I was startled to see Peyton had fallen asleep at the desk. I got up and touched her shoulder to wake her, and she lifted her head and blinked at me groggily. “Ooh,” she said, “I shouldn’t have done that; I’m so stiff…” Then she stood and winced. My eyes dropped to her bladder and I was even more startled to see it was still swollen, sticking out well past where it had been the night before. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer and said, “Peyton, didn’t you… you know… go?” She shook her head. “No, I just got so wrapped up in my work, and then I put my head down just for a second to rest my eyes when they got tired, and the next thing I knew you were waking me up—ooh.” She crossed her legs a little bit and bobbed up and down on the spot, gritting her teeth. “I do really, um—regret that decision now, though!” She gave a little laugh. I glanced further down and noticed two empty miniature water bottles in the trash can. I knew they hadn’t been there the evening before, since the maids had come in and cleaned. Had Peyton drank even more after I’d fallen asleep? For several seconds we both stood there, Peyton a little bent at her waist, fidgeting slightly. Then Peyton said, “Look, I’m really hungry; do you want me to go downstairs and grab us both a quick bite to eat?” I opened my mouth to protest; then shut it again. I told her sure. She nodded and walked over to her suitcase to get out a bra and some leggings to put on before heading out. Her bladder was so big it jiggled as she walked, and as she shut the door behind her I realized I really needed the toilet myself. I went in and did my business, then decided to take a shower while waiting for Peyton. I like long showers, so I took my time in there, enjoying the heat and steam from the water. By the time I came out Peyton had returned and was eating a waffle and drinking another one of those plastic cups of orange juice. I imagined I could see her bladder visibly swelling more and more as she drank, though I knew that couldn’t have been possible. I sat down on my bed to eat my own breakfast, watching as Peyton drank and chewed on her food. Her feet were dancing restlessly beneath the table, and her thighs were shifting, the soft fabric of her leggings brushing together. Suddenly she let out a sharp gasp, one hand plunging between her thighs. She looked up at me, biting her lower lip. Her cheeks were bright red. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “I don’t mean to be so unprofessional, I just—I really, really need to go to the bathroom!” I didn’t even have time to think of an adequate response to this obvious statement before Peyton was jumping up and running into the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door all the way in her haste, and I heard the toilet lid come up and her frantic shifting and moaning as she tried to get her leggings—which were quite form-fitting—down in time. Then I heard Peyton’s ass hit the toilet, and I was more than a little surprised at the loud, obscene moan she let out as piss gushed out of her. The spray of her urine was so forceful it sounded like it was going to come out of the toilet and onto the floor. She kept moaning raggedly as she pissed and pissed, sounding like a fire hose on full blast. I couldn’t help getting up and throwing my trash away on pretext of looking at her through the slight crack in the bathroom door. She was slumped almost completely backwards on the bowl, legs spread wide open. She hadn’t even gotten her leggings past her knees, and her pee was hitting the side of the toilet so hard I could see it, the stream thick and clear and strong. I couldn’t help noticing the time on my phone, and was amazed as her pee continued on for two, then three, then four minutes, never losing power or force. Finally, after nearly six minutes, it began to slow down, though it continued on for a while in a thin trickle, and then dribbling, before she finally stopped peeing nearly seven minutes in. I heard her breathing hard for a while, and occasional trickles of urine kept hitting the toilet water. Finally I heard her stand and flush, and she washed her hands before coming out. Her waistline was finally down to its normal size; her cheeks flushed, a smile of relief on her face. She sat down at the desk where she’d fallen asleep, booting her laptop up. She turned her smile to me and said, “Ready for another day?” My throat was completely dry after hearing the absolute waterfall she’d released in the bathroom, but I managed to make my voice come out normally as I responded, “Yeah, of course.”
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