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  1. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bOUbRLn3kZw Short clip. Male and female character find a frightened man on his knees hiding behind a door. He shakily begs not to be shot when they point their guns at him and the camera pans down to his jeans which have a large, realistic stain on the crotch and down his legs. There is a yellow puddle between his knees. The female, Tara, mockingly says "oh look you pissed your pants" and her eyes linger on his pants for a brief second. Please feel free to delete if repost.
  2. This is more of a request. New addition over at the fearwetting.info blog that ive never seen before. Im willing to click the link on the site and actually order the DVD but id like to see if anyone has any idea how to go about finding it online first. Its such a generic title "the killer bees" that anything i search for gives thousands of bee videos (lol). Perhaps searching with Japanese characters? Any help appreciated!
  3. Note: I’m very aware that if you’ve watched Steven Universe this doesn’t make a lot of sense character or lore wise, I just really like Garnet's design and wanted to do this. So if you’re looking for something that is kinda canon, this isn't it. I do hope you can enjoy it regardless and thanks for reading! Somewhere within an icy mountain, a beam of blinding light blasted up from a circular stone deep within one of it’s twisting caverns. The cavern walls sparkled like crystals as the light reflected on the ice that covered them. As the shimmering light began to fade away, in it’s absences a large woman appeared upon a circle stone that sat in the cavern, serving as a form of transport. The woman was over six feet in height and had a strange large cube shaped afro. Her body was covered in a skintight black and crimson bodysuit that almost looked vacuumed sealed to her skin. Through the suit one could easily see a well maintained physique, complete with a chiseled abs and powerful arms. Her lower half was as impressive as her top, being quite voluptuous with her buttocks being as large and wide as her cubic hair, complete with equally large and powerful legs. She stood with a commanding and powerful pose, her hands resting at her hips. She appeared to be scanning the area she just warped to, but you couldn't tell by looking at her, as her eyes were covered by a large glossy visor and her large lips form a straight line, giving little expression or insight into what she was thinking. This imposing woman was known as Garnet, the leader of the rebellious space group known as the Crystal Gems. The Crystal Gems fought for peace and freedom in the galaxy, against an oppressive regime that sought to destroy them. Unfortunately they were not a very large rebellion, so they needed every advantage they could get, which was precisely why Garnet was in a cold desolate cave. Somewhere with it was a powerful crystal known as the Shooting Star which had the ability to cause unbelievable destruction upon the slightest pressure. It would be an invaluable tool against their enemies and Garnet was determined to leave with it in her hands. Usually Garnet was accompanied by a couple of her allies on her missions to obtain rare space artifacts but unfortunately her comrades were busy with another pressing situation today that required more than 2 hands, so naturally Garnet was nominated by her teammates to take the solo mission. After all, she was their cool, calm leader and arguably the most powerful member in the group. Or at least that's what her teammates thought. However the truth of the matter was really quite different then it seemed. To her teammates, Garnet was like an immovable object. It seemed like nothing could phase her, and her physical form really helped sell the idea. She could always rise to the occasion, and do what needed to be done. Unbeknownst to her allies was that it all was a facade, held together by a few lies and lucky situations. Her teammates often paraded her for tactical retreats or finishing off powerful enemies but they were nothing more than running scared and keeping away from monsters until they were too weak to hurt her. Doing this she was able to avoid a lot of shame and humiliation of her true self being revealed. Now that she was on her own she had nothing but herself, no allies to hide behind, or impress. It was simply her, and whatever this cave had in store for her. As Garnet began walking down the long cold twisting cavern, one could quickly see her powerful exterior seemed to melt away. Her head darted around looking for danger, her mouth no longer made a stern face but instead a nervous pout. Her nerves were on edge more than usual. Much to Garnet's relief the ice tunnel was very bare, only populated by icicles and mounds of snow. If she was lucky, she just might be able to get out of this with no issues and appear to be the fearless leader her teammates knew her to be, but this fantasy didn’t last for long. As she ventured deeper into the cavern she soon ran into a major obstacle. She had reached a dead end. The pathway was blocked with a thick sheet of ice and no way around. Garnet let out a frustrated sigh. Of course it couldn't be that easy. Not wanting to return empty handed Garnet put her hands into a fist and light began to admit from them. Within a few seconds both her hands were equipped with large bulky power gloves. She pulled back her arms and began wailing on the ice wall, striking it with all her strength. Unknown to Garnet, with each of her powerful strikes, a few icicles above her began to loosen, inch by inch with each punch. The ice was taking very visible damage, cracking at her repeated point of impact. Winding up one final time, Garnet unleashed an extra powerful punch, shattering the ice wall before her. However the impact from the punch was too much for the icicles above her. The icicles fell down around Garnet, smashing on the ground, much to her surprise. She let out a high pitched shriek as they landed, stumbling backward to get out of the way of danger. Her knees buckled and her mind went into a sort of panicked state. She didn't immediately notice the icicles so her mind raced with possibilities, mostly the fear of a monster attacking her. Suddenly fearing for her life Garnet's body let out an involuntary bladder spasm.Quick spurts of hot urine shot out, landing in her bodysuit, dampening her crotch. By the time Garnet regained her composure and noticed how nonthreatening the source of the sound was it was far too late for her bodysuit. A very noticeable baseball sized piss stain now adorned the front of her suit. Garnet bit her lip, immediately feeling ashamed of her body's lack of control. Usually she was able to avoid small wettings like this, but it seemed being solo was really messing with her. For a moment she considered turning back but decided to push on, hoping the stain would dry out before she had to head back. As Garnet progressed deeper into the tunnels it appeared to just be more for the same. Sheets of ice, thick cold walls, and dangerous icicles. On her third round of falling icicles and a few more close calls controlling her bladder, Garnet was just about ready to call it, but before she could make her decision, Garnet's worst fear about the solo mission began. As she approached another sheet of ice she needed to get through she saw something she hadn't seen with the last few sheets. She saw something behind it. At first the woman just thought it was a large ice crystal. She had seen a few on her way here but this one seemed different. Although she could just make out its silhouette through the ice, it was much wider than her and even a few feet taller. She wound up her first to break through the ice sheet once more but right before she could she was taken back by something. The silhouette moved. Garnet stumbled back from the ice sheet, letting out an audible gasp. She readied her fists for a fight, but her body was visibly shaking. Fighting a monster was the last thing she wanted to do on her own, without any backup from her team. From behind the sheet of ice two massive clawed hands crashed through it. The claws tore down the ice sheet, faster than Garnet could even imagine smashing it down with her fists. Out from behind came a massive ice monster, with a large sharp icicle filled mouth and hollow cold empty eyes. It took one look at Garnet and let out a shrill shriek. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn’t move, she was frozen in fear. Without waiting a second the ice monster bolted towards Garnet, slashing one of its giant claws at her. The threat of harm snapped Garnet out of her fear a bit, and she stumbled back out of the way, its claws inches away from her body. Her bladder spasmed again, her baseball sized urine stain quickly turning into the size of a basketball. Garnet could feel the warmth of her urine spreading down her thighs and around her lower buttocks, the heat emphasized by her cold location. Before she could even try and retaliate back at the beast, it quickly charged back at her, once again taking her by surprise. Garnet prepared to dodge the monster's slashes again, but instead of swinging at her like she anticipated it kept charging at her, it’s arms wide open, ready to grab her. Barely able to react in time, Garnet locked her hands with the creature's large claws, stopping its assault momentarily. Garnet tried to overpower the ice monster trying to push it down, but the monster simply pushed back with great strength she could muster, slowly sliding her back. To make matters worse Garnet was now face to face with the monster, staring it right down. Naturally, the monster showed no emotion but the one it could, furiosity. It’s large sharp mouth widened upon seeing Garnet up close, roaring with such force her hair blew back with its strength. Garnet on the other hand could not match its enthusiasm. Her lips were quivering in a large frown and behind her visor her eyes were staring to well up with tears. Sweat dripped from every part of her body as she began to have doubts she could handle herself for much longer.This monster was downright terrifying to Garnet and with no one to back her up it was safe to say she hadn't felt this scared before. As the monster kept pushing her back, Garnet's bladder completely betrayed her. Urine shot out of her like a rocket, soaking whatever part of her bodysuit wasn't already stained with piss. Once the lower half of her suit was completely soaked and unable to hold any more urine it started to gush through it, loudly splattering all over the cold ice floor. A sizable puddle began growing beneath her as steam started to rise from the ground as her warm urine started to mix with the cold air of the cave. Garnet pathetically tried to control her bladder as it released its continents, slapping her thighs together, trying to ease the release, but she was powerless to stop it, but her body wasn’t done just yet. As her bladder was rapidly emptying, her rear began to let out gassy sputters. At first they were so quiet that Garnet didn’t even notice she was doing it, too distracted by her grown wet spot. Soon however the sputters stopped and her rear simply let out a loud rude noise, almost sounding like a large horn. Garnet's own fart took her by surprise, not just the sound but the strength of it as well. It made her flinch and her grip on the monster claws began to slip, and the ice monster took notice. The creature quickly overpowered Garnet, pushing her into a wall. Once she was cornered the creature quickly moved its arms around her, trapping her in a bear hug, crushing garnets arms to her sides. The ice monster dug its claws into Garnet's back and began to lift her off of the ground. As her feet began to dangle off the ground she squirmed trying to break free, but to no avail. Urine still poured from her crotch into a newly growling puddle below her but the stream was starting to slow up. Her rear however was just getting started. More loud gassy farts ripped past her cheeks and filled the cavern with their sound and unsavory smell. The more Garnet panicked and struggled, the more humiliating noises her butt made, until Garnet didn’t feel gas coming out, but something much worse. As the beast squeezed down on Garnet a large solid log of waste slowly made its way into the women's form fitting bodysuit. Garnet tried to clench her buttocks but it was too late as the log slid out, nested between her large butt cheeks doing little damage to her bodysuit at first. Garnet gritted her teeth at the gross feeling of her waste resting in her butt crack. Her face burned with embarrassment and tears finally began streaming down her face, but the ice monster wasn't letting up, as it continued to squeeze the pathetic woman with its arms. Garnet shrieked out in pain and fear as her butt let out another series of farts followed by another large leg of waste. This log collided with the previous log which pushed it in the opposite direction, this time making it’s way up her butt crack, uncomfortably stuffing every inch between her buttocks with her own mess. Her mess was still noticeable from the outside of her body suit which simply wasn’t digging into her butt crack anymore, but instead was comfortably laying on top of her mess without press against it, but Garnet wasn’t too focused on that. Garnet knew she needed to do something quickly or she wasn’t going to be around for much longer. Trying to stop crying for a second, Garnet mustered will power through her fear and humiliation and started to try and kick the creature with her dangling legs. Pulling her powerful right leg back she let out a powerful knee into the monster's body. The Ice monster let out a cry of pain and for a moment Garnet thought she had done the trick, but then the monster tightened its grip again. Garnet moved to knee the monster again but the movement strained herself too much. With no gassy warning this time her body released another large log of waste. The log quickly pressed past the previous two logs, finally pressing up against her bodysuit, visibly bulging it out. Another log quickly followed mashing against the rest of her mess, causing her suit to stretch out more and more, looking as if a large banana was underneath her suit, aligned with her butt crack, turning the middle of her suit a muddy soggy look. It was too much for Garnet. She tried to attack the creature again but she didn’t have the strength anymore. She was mentally humiliated and the strength of the monster's bearhug was just too powerful for her to deal with in her current state of mind. As one last log of excrement pushed its way out of her, her eyes began to glaze over and she blacked out. ……… Garnet wasn't too sure how long she was out for but was brought to by the taste of cold ice. The woman was laying face down on the floor, seeming to be dropped by the monster once she passed out. The second thing she noticed was that she had urinated herself even more. It seemed as she laid knocked out cold on the ground her bladder had emptied itself even further leaving a hard to miss large stain on the front of her body suit and a second large yellow puddle in the cavern. Of course the smell and the feeling of muck pressing between her butt and suit was hard to miss as well. It was a nightmare scenario for Garnet, and she couldn’t imagine it getting any worse, but it seemed the world had it out for her today. Garnet must have been gone for several hours at this point because no more than a few minutes after Garnet came to, she heard her name echoing through the walls of the cavern. It seemed that her allies had come to look for her. And from how it sounded, they were just around the corner. Garnet tried to stand up, but ended up slipping on a mixture of her own puddle and the icy floor, falling back into it, only able to bring herself to her knees safely. Soon her two teammates were looking upon her. One opened their mouth only to let out a gasp followed by cover her mouth, while her other team looked at her with a face of shock shortly followed by her also covering her mouth, but not out of shock, but to hide a snicker. Garnet felt another wave of humiliation poor over her, worse than before. Her terrible secret was out, and there was no going back. Her teammates simply looked upon her in her composed and pathetic state. She didn’t even try to stop the tears welling in her eyes this time, she only could hope her visitor would be enough to hide them this time so sure could keep at least a little dignity.
  4. For this story, I had been posting all of the new entries into the original thread, rather than creating a new thread for each chapter. However the problem was that the original thread was labeled as part 1, so this may have caused confusion for some people. So here I will be reposting all of the previous chapters, and the new ones as well from here out. The Legend of Zelda TP Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 1 (I take no credit for the image. Artist: unknown.) "...run...." "....run!" "RUN!!" Ilia's eyes shot open, only to be greeted with more darkness. Had she been asleep? Why did she have a horrible pain at the back of her neck? Where was she....who was she? Ilia couldn't seem to remember any of these things, all she could remember was that voice she was dreaming of, "Run....RUN!" That was the only memory she really seemed to posses at the moment. Ignoring her apparent lack of memories, Ilia's mind shifted towards survival, she needed to figure out what was going on. She tried to move, but realized she could not stand, or even move her arms. A rough cut of rope held her tightly to a support beam inside of whatever building was serving as her prison. Ilia felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her, fear of the unknown, she knew nothing and could see nothing in the dark building, all she knew was that she was a captive, and that was a scary thought. "H-hello?" Ilia managed to stammer, her voice small, "Is anybody there?" Her question was answered by the hideous sound of strange creatures whooping and howling, speaking a primitive language of various grunts and gurgles. One of the creatures loudly beat upon the door of Ilia's cell, indicating that she was to remain quiet. Ilia's heart jumped at the sounds, as her words choked in her throat. After a few minutes, the initial paralyzing fear of the monsters gave way to a less crippling fear, a looming sense of dread. She knew that she had to somehow find a way out of here. Her eyes had now finally adjusted to the light; Ilia could faintly make out her surroundings, a derelict house with shattered windows. The broken windows were allowing trace amounts of moonlight to work their way into the room. Ilia could see that the room was completely bare, say for herself, and the support beam she was tied to. For several minutes, Ilia struggled with her bindings, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Her arms were pulled behind her and wrapped around the pole, fastly secured to the base of the pole with some rope. The rope was tied off so low that she was being forced to sit on her knees, rather than stand. Every time she would tire herself out, she would remember the looming, unknown horror right outside her prison, and then continue trying to free herself of her bonds. After what felt like an eternity, dawn finally came. The first golden rays of sunlight crept through the shattered window, and fell upon an exhausted young girl. Ilia had been struggling all night, and no longer had the energy to hold herself up, she was leaning forward on her knees, with her bound wrists holding her weight from completely falling to the floor. She was so tired, but Ilia was now intrigued at the prospect of being able to see clearly. After surveying her room again, she once more determined that the room was empty. Now Ilia turned her eyes down towards herself, as she couldn't seem to even picture what she looked like. Looking down, Ilia saw she was wearing a white, sleeveless chemise, and light brown capri pants, with bare feet. Though she previously couldn't recollect what she was wearing, this did not feel surprising, seeing her body just naturally felt familiar. Ilia's train of thought was broken when one of the beasts from outside suddenly burst through the door, and into her holding chamber. Ilia was instantly afraid if the hideous little beast, it had a hunched back, horns, green skin, and beady little red eyes. The eyes stared at her thirstily. Ilia's body tensed up as the creature approached her, her mind was now racing, wondering why she had been captured, and what the creature's plans were for her. It waddled right up to her, looking down, it put it's face a mere few inches from Ilia's. Her stomach churned as it looked at her, not just because of the horrid smell, but also because of the way it was looking at her. Despite her best efforts, Ilia started to whimper slightly. She jumped when she suddenly heard a loud clank on the floor, and the sloshing of water. Looking down, Ilia saw that the creature had brought a pail of water with a ladle. Surprisingly, the water looked clean. The creature grabbed Ilia's lower jaw and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, in the other hand, it took the ladle and poured water into her mouth. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, so Ilia greedily slurped at the water. For some reason, this seemed to amuse the green beast, so it refilled the ladle, pulled Ilia's head back, and tried to dump the whole ladle full down her throat. This caused Ilia to choke on the water, and spray it out of her mouth, coughing violently. The little green wretch began making a horrible gurgling sound, which Ilia could only surmise, must have been laughing. The rest of the day Ilia sat in the room alone, until the creature returned with more water at dusk. The process was repeated again the next morning. At first, Ilia had been desperately thirsty, her body utilized all of the water. But now it had been at least a full day and a half since she had probably last used the toilet, she honestly couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up in this room. But now she was getting desperate, she really needed to pee. The creepy green creatures holding her captive had not harmed her yet, so Ilia thought perhaps she could try communicating with them again, even though she reviled even being in their presence. "Hey!" Ilia called "Anybody out there?!" Her call was met with silence. "Please! I-I really need th-the toilet!" She cried out, as her voice began to crack. At this comment, her captors only responded with the same hideous gurgling laugh as before, but otherwise, did nothing. Another hour passed by, Ilia tried to keep her legs crushed together as hard as she could, though it was difficult due to the way she was being forced on her knees. She couldn't quit get her thighs to touch. She was using every ounce of her will power to not wet herself. Ilia wanted to grasp her girlhood with her hands, to relieve the pressure, but her hands were still tightly bound. The pressure was becoming too much to handle, Ilia suddenly lost control for a second, as a spurt of urine squirted into her panties. Quickly she forced herself to get a grip, as the embarrassment began to set in, she realized that an accident was inevitable. Tears were now running down her face, even though Ilia knew there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable accident, she still blindly held on to hope that her captors would have mercy or something, anything! She was in so much pain now! "N-no!" Ilia cried out, as she felt a warmth spread through her panties. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the warm wetness spread more and more as she began to completely lose control of her bladder, and fully wet herself. Her pee soaked through her panties and into her pants. Ilia felt the hot piss running down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her knees. Her urine made a loud hissing noise as in gushed out of her vagina in through her panties, it went on for over a full minute. Completely defeated, Ilia began to sob, as her body slumped forward again, her weight resting on her wrist bindings, a very large puddle of pee surrounding her, leaking through the floorboards. Ilia's sobbing was interrupted by that horrible gurgling laugh, she looked up and felt the hot burn of shame spread across her face as she saw several of those little green devils peering in at her. They were laughing, their red eyes burning holes into Ilia. She shuddered at the pleasure they were getting from her misery and humiliation. Written by: High Meme-Overlord The Legend of Zelda TP: Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 2 Ilia felt as if she had been walking forever now. Her feet were sore, and this narrow path just went on and on. She looked up above her and could see that the sun was directly over head, thus causing the rocky embankments to either side of her to cast no shadows. The red rock stretched upward like walls, and made her feel uncomfortable, she could easily be cornered here. She couldn't quite remember why she was so on edge, but Ilia felt the recollection pressing at the back of her mind stating that she was fleeing from somewhere, or something. Unbeknownst to her, Ilia had recently been attacked and captured by Bulblins, and held by them in the secret village. Her injures, and initial trauma had caused her to suffer retrograde memory loss. The psychological terror and trauma that she faced at the hands of her captors had now forced her brain into a sort of post traumatic amnesia, which blocked out her recent memories of being held in the village, and how she escaped. It was now reaching the heat of the day. Ilia couldn't remember what happened, but the heat stimulated Ilia's clothes, causing the aroma of old urine to drift upward from her pants. "Pew, why do I smell pee?" She said aloud. She sniffed, "Uugh, is that coming from my pants?" *sniff* "yep, it is. What's going on, did I really wet my pants recently?! I can't remember...My pants are dry now though." Ilia did her best to ignore the smell of what was apparently several day's worth of wetting her pants, but her face would turn beet red with embarrassment every time she caught another wiff of herself. Finally though, it looked as if her embarrassment could come to an end! As the red rock embankments sloped downward, they gave way to a grassy open field with a crystal blue river running through it. Ilia was overjoyed at the thought of cleaning herself and drinking fresh water. Excitedly, Ilia made her way over to the river, got down on her knees, cupped her hands and began to scoop water up to her lips. The cool water felt good against Ilia's dry throat, the march here had been long, hot and dusty. After drinking the clean water for several minutes, she felt refreshed, and turned her attention from her quenched thirst, to her outer body. Ilia observed her surroundings, the road was deserted, with no travelers visible from either direction, much farther ahead, she could make out the shape of a mighty castle, surrounded by a small city. Deciding that she was alone, she stripped her clothes, so that she could go for a dip in the water. once her brown capri pants were off, she looked down at her panties, there was no mistaking it, the urine she had smelled on her pants had definitely come from her own accident. Her white panties were adorned with a large yellow stain in the crotch. She bathed herself for awhile, enjoying the cool water. Once she was finished bathing, Ilia grabbed her pee stained pantsand and underwear, scrubbed them in the river, wrung them out, and set them in the sun to dry. Ilia replaced her breast wrap and chemise and sat down to rest in the grass while her no longer soiled clothing dried. (Artist: unknown.) Once her clothing was dry enough, Ilia continued her journey, she didn't know where else to go, so she headed towards the distant castle. A couple hours later, and she was nearing her destination. Seeing a fork in the road, she peered ahead to ensure she chose the path that lead to the castle, and that's when she saw it, the form of a body, collapsed on the road. Ilia quickly ran over to investigate, and saw that it was a young Zora boy, he was unconscious. "Hello? Is anybody there?! We need some help here!" Ilia called out, as she attempted to lift the boy. Her calls were met with silence upon the empty road. With no help nearby, she had no choice but to move the boy herself. She was a young girl of only sixteen, but she had a fierce mother's spirit in her, and simply could not leave the poor child behind to succumb to his injuries. Though she had grown up in a ranching and farming village, Ilia's father had always been protective of his little girl, and never really subjected her to much if the manual labor. As such, she did not have the brawn needed to lift the boy in her arms, so she pulled his arms over her back, and held on to them as if she were giving him a piggy back ride. Even with the boy's feet dragging in the dirt, Ilia was still struggling to keep him up on her back as she trudged along. With each heavy step she took, she noticed a slight pressure building up in her lower abdomen. Back at the river, Ilia had drank a copious amount of water, and it was quickly catching up to her. Despite the growing pain in her bladder, she ignored it and pushed on, knowing that she could still easily wait awhile before relieving herself, she did not want to stop and then have to pick up the boys again. However, it wasn't long until the weight of the Zora child also caught up to her, and she finally had to stop for a rest. "Hmm, maybe I should go ahead and pee while I am taking a break, so that I don't have to take a break again later." Ilia thought to herself. "Hmm, but there is nowhere to hide, no trees or bushes...it seems weird to do it in front of the boy. What if he wakes up?! That would be awfully embarrassing! Nah, if he was going to wake up, he probably would have already. But what about other travelers, I'm so close to the city now, there are bound to be other people now..." As if on que, Ilia's thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a horse and carriage rolling along the path. The sound was coming from the direction which she had come. Ilia looked behind her and saw the wagon approach from over a small hilltop. "I guess I will have to wait after all. It's really not that bad anyway." She thought. Driving the cart was a brawny woman who's prominent features were a pair of enormous, partially exposed breasts. The woman waved at Ilia as she was approaching. "Hello there!" The woman called out as she brought the cart to a halt next to Ilia and the boy. "Are you alright there, Sweetheart?" "I'm alright, but I don't think he is." Ilia replied. "That poor child looks green around the gills, what happened to him?" "I don't really know. I was just traveling along the road, and found him collapsed here. I think maybe he was attacked by monsters." "Hmmm, sounds 'bout right. There's been lots of monsters and other such vile things wandering about lately. You two shouldn't be wandering around by yourselves, let me give you a ride to castle town, we can call for the local physician there." Ilia was feeling wary, as this woman was a stranger, but then she realized that she had no memories, everyone was going to be a stranger. The woman sounded genuine in her desire to help anyway. Plus, Ilia wasn't interested in dragging the child any further. "Okay, that's very nice of you. Can you help me get him into the back of your wagon?" "Sure thing, Sweetiepie!" The lady responded with blunt enthusiasm. Once they were loaded into the cart, and were traveling again, the woman struck up a conversation by introducing herself as Telma. "And what about you, Darling? What's your name?" "My name's... uh" Ilia stumbled with her words. "Uh, well...I don't actually know..." "Don't know your own name?! Didn't your momma ever give you one?" Telma asked. "Well, I'm sure she did, I'm sure that I have a name. I just... don't remember. I can't seem to remember anything right now. I recall traveling here from some dusty area with red rocks everywhere...and then I found this boy..." Ilia blushed as she said this, she didn't know why, but it felt embarrassing to admit that she was so clueless, even though it clearly wasn't her fault. "That's awful, I'm sorry to hear that, Hun. So, red rocks you say? Sounds like you might have been traveling from the Eldin region, you think?" "I guess.." Ilia replied sheepishly, really having no idea. Just then the wagon went over a bump in the road, causing her body to jolt, and her need to pee to intensify. She let out a small squeal and put her hands between her legs. She hadn't expected it, but the jolt forced a tiny dribble of urine into her panties. This surprised her, because she didn't feel desperate enough to be on the brink of an accident or anything. "You alright back there, Sweetie? Didn't mean to give you a fright!" Telma called back over her shoulder. "Y-yeah, I'm fine!" She responded. "Just..... well, will we be able to find a toilet soon?" Ilia blushed as she said this. "Don't worry one bit! We're only about five minutes ride from the town gates, and it won't be far from there to my place." Comforted by this, Ilia put on a brave face and waited. She could do this, it wasn't that far, and the pressure wasn't all that bad. A few minutes later, they reached the gates of Castle Town. She was relieved, knowing that the boy would soon be cared for, and that she would soon be able to take care of her business. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her bladder, and the sensation of the pressure dramatically increasing. She yelped again, and then realized that the pressure was abating very quickly. That's when she felt the warmth spread through her panties. Looking down, Ilia could see that she was wetting herself, it had started so abruptly that she had hardly even realized it was happening. She cried out more loudly than she meant to, and quickly put her hands between her legs again, cupping them over her crotch. It was no use though, her muscles felt weak down there, she couldn't stop the flow. Hot pee was now streaming straight through her panties, through her pants and onto the floor boards of the wagon. "You sure you're alright back there, Honey? I ca-" Telma didn't finish her sentence as she turned back to look at Ilia. The poor girl was a sight, her face was flushed, her eyes were clamped shut, with tears running down her cheeks, and a large pool of urine forming on the floor where she was sitting. After a painfully long moment of silence, Ilia opened her eyes and looked down. Her face instantly turned even redder, and she put her hands to her mouth to muffle the sob that was building in her throat as she saw the puddle she had made. (Artist: unknown.) "Oh-oh no, Telma, I-I'm so sorry, I..." Ilia stammered as she choked back on her words and began to tear up again. "Oh no, no, don't worry about that, Honey, it was just an accident! No need to fuss. I won't tell anyone what happened. Just sit tight, we're almost there, and then I will help you get cleaned up, alright?" Ilia just sat there quietly and nodded her head. Once the covered wagon finally arrived at Telma's bar, she climbed into the back to assist Ilia. Telma found a spare horse blanket among the wagon supplies, and wrapped it around the poor girl's waist to cover up her accident. Some of Telma's patrons came and helped carry the Zora boy inside, while Telma hurried Ilia past the other guests in an attempt to not be noticed. With her face burning red, Ilia just kept her eyes on the floor as they did so, until she was safely in the back room. All the while, she was thinking to herself, "I can't believe I did that. I had an accident right in front of Telma, and in her wagon too! How could this have happened?! I wasn't that desperate yet. It just....happened... Ilia was still unable to remember her time in captivity with the Bulblins at the hidden village. But if she could recall, she would have remembered being tied to a pole with no bathroom breaks. She would remember desperately trying to hold her bladder, sometimes for 1-2 days straight. Holding it till she felt excruciating pain in her lower abdomen before wetting all over herself. She had no memory of it, but our poor damsel had caused slight damage to her bladder while she was a prisoner. As she will soon come to realize, her bladder control has been significantly weakened.... Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  5. Wetting @ about 8:30 Greg trying to explain himself over the following 2-4 minutes So there are actually multiple play throughs of this videogame uploaded where you can find different youtubers reactions to this scene (really, one and a half scenes, see last sentence below). While trying to extort information from Michonne, one man pulls out his pistol and threatens to shoot her young (teen?) friend Greg if she doesn't tell him what he wants to know. First a loud hissing sound occurs, then the camera relocates to Greg's crotch which then shows his wetting. Characters proceed to comment things like "get a towel". Over the following couple minutes, while being left alone, Greg tries to tell Michonne that he "can't believe he pissed himself," that he has "never done that before ever and isn't the type to be afraid" whereupon you can choose multiple different dialogue lines for Michonne in response.
  6. Another story from the Cold War Gone Hot with gratuitous accidents. If you liked Major Simmons you'll love this one. If you didn't I'll report you to the House Un-American Activities Committee. ____________________________________________________________ The wait was the worst part. On the ground, there was always the FAL and L9, or failing that, a knife and a spade. But here, in the dark belly of a ponderous transport, one had no defense but luck to ward off the fate of so many armed-and-ready soldiers shot from the sky. It wasn’t the death that Sheila feared, so much as the ignominy of dying without a fight. All her regiment had fallen into a stony silence, transfixed only by their watches’ irreversible march towards drop time, the moment that they would be free of the flying dungeon. It was one constant in the calm before the chaos, and a place where time meant only the wish to see tomorrow. Locked into their jumpseats, each soldier could feel the turboprops’ steadfast thunder, bringing them nearer and nearer to their fates in Red land. Moving to the limits of what her harness permitted, Sheila again made her routine insurance that all odds would be evened in her favor. Strapped across her body was a loaded rifle, stout and solid in its guarantee of lethality, reined in by a long scope mounted slightly offset from the frame. At her waist were several of its straight magazines, each carrying but a few seconds’ worth of automatic fire. Her pistol’s magazines were nearby, and further along at her side was the standard-issue bayonet, not yet made complement to the FAL. But Britain’s finest weapon was but a small vial tucked inside her fleece jacket, containing the three pills of evened odds made manifest. Compound M – an amphetamine even the Nazis could only dream about, the miracle of medicine that made soldiers into supermen. The boffins could profess otherwise, but every soldier who took the stuff knew that their lives were being stolen away. Sheila could feel the pill work into her body nearly instantly after she swallowed, and made her final check for the contingencies she prepared against its effects. Her fate was fully in her hands now. Seven minutes to drop. The trepidation was broken by a deafening bang and the screech of twisting metal. Sheila’s heart dropped, and her whole body recoiled in shock – it was unavoidable even after countless encounters with withering fire. Shouts and curses were drowned out by groans of metal as the airframe twisted and tumbled, and shuddered ominously with the screaming pitch of the engines, pushed to their limits in a desperate escape from Soviet missiles. Trapped inside a deafening cacophony, the paratroopers could only pray that the escorting fighters had fired in turn. All were fixated solely upon their watches now, watching in horror as the seconds draw longer, each heavy with the threat of death. All had swallowed their Compound M, and could feel each racing heartbeat as if it were the fading pulse of a dying man. Sheila squeezed her rifle until the metal had remarked its pattern into her palm, and with the other hand held herself in her seat against the frantic pitches and rolls of the aircraft. Bullets of sweat appeared on her neck. She could almost feel the drug race its way across every vein, lightening each limb as though it were drawing their matter into her pounding heart, the sensation of which had consumed her neck and temples. Despite the antiemetic filling her stomach with lead shot, she wanted to vomit. Thump, thump, tick., thump, tick, thump, thump. A second blast roared across the cabin. The plane pitched in a violent bounce, flinging its occupants against their seats and the hard metal walls. Sirens began to blare, accompanied by the pulse of red lights. Sheila felt the transport bank left and fall into a dive, steep enough that it could have been the death roll of a transport with a wing shot off; the seconds were microcosms of eternity now, then time was restarted by the a roll in the opposite direction and a climb that sucked her into the seat. And there it was – the first crack in the prison of pulsing red alarms. All strength resumed in her body, Sheila moved her almost-trembling hands to undo her harnesses with psychoactive efficiency, and anchored only by her grip on the strap leaned into the column of rushing air. No sensation penetrated the roar of wind as the door dropped the end of its travel, and the first of the plane’s human payload began to jump out towards their objectives. One, two, three, four green-clad soldiers disappeared out the transport’s great maw before Sheila. With a breath, she took the final step past the door, and flung herself towards the world below It was not unlike impacting a wall of air, pushing at the body’s every point in a futile attempt to resist gravity’s intractable pull. Sheila’s amazonian frame, brawny and towering inside the plane, felt nothing more than a scrap of paper twisting and tumbling in the vortex of cold night air. The dark sky imparted only flames of the jets’ exhaust, appearing not unlike the flashes of AA guns on the blacked-out ground below. She straightened her body towards the ground, and with a struggle against the air pulled her watch into view, counted down the illuminated seconds, and reached for the leather strap flaying in the wind. All her weight was effortlessly thrown back in a violent jerk, digging each segment of her harness into her body; around her legs, the loops pulled against her crotch a thin absorbent padding. It was invariable that she would feel a flash of embarrassment at the reminder that she was awkwardly straddling an undone baby’s diaper, held up only by a lady’s nylon stockings concealed underneath her fatigues. But in a moment, the pressure relented, and she could draw her concentration to her slowing descent towards the ground below, to where her comrades had already landed. It was only on the moment of impact that Sheila realized no spring rains had yet come to soften the earth below. Her heavy frame, without proper bracing, crashed into the ground with a jolt that shook her entire body, buckling her knees with ease and sending her careening towards the ground in an undignified fall. For nearly half a second she could feel a small trickle of urine squeeze from her clenched bladder and form a wetness at her crotch, before her head struck the ground and erased the sensation completely. When she opened her eyes, she found the stream stopped. Seamus was looking down at her. “Bloody hell, that was something”. “Nobody’s dead yet, I s’ppose. You alright?”. He cracked a wry smile. “Yeah. Up and at ‘em”. Sheila removed her FAL from its holster and held it steady across her chest. In the distance, flashes of orange from the anti-aircraft barrage were illuminating the night sky, firing still at the fleeing squadron. Their forces had been temporarily diverted away from her, but with having been shot at, the minutes on her respite were surely numbered. Even so, she felt good and alert, prepared for any battle that might befall the unit. The Compound M had fully dispatched any fatigue and filled her with a warmth unbefitting of late autumn’s bitter chill. But for Sheila, the warmth had taken on a second, unwanted form in her crotch. If Sheila could feel any distraction from the full focus vested by the drug, it was the twinge in her bladder that had come upon quickly after she had swallowed the pill. Such was the consequence of Compound M for Sheila, unavoidable even after a litany of attempted cures. With the drug’s diuretic effect, it was invariable that she would periodically emerge from the fray with wet fatigues. It was no uncommon predicament for the Paras, where hellish fighting lasted hours with no opportunity for relief—but for Sheila alone, any stains at her crotch were only what had leaked from her diaper. Without the padding, already dampened with the jump, she would have not once exfiltrated without her pants stained with piss, and on many occasions her mess as well. “All ready, boys! Move!” A hundred parachutes, detached from their bodies, crumpled upon the ground to be whisked away by a stiff breeze. A man with a radio set barked his orders and dispersed the idle crowd, scattering pockets of men all around the forested grassland. With a body still agitating for provocation, Sheila’s methodical pacing under the pines’ shroud felt like a yoked plod, a rhythm wholly incongruous with her rapid and pounding heartbeat. Compound M thirsted for adrenaline, for the relief of combat, and in Sheila a mounting need to relieve herself. But she could find no opportunity to do so here, with her compatriots at her side, and the stone bridge coming into view across the bends in the river. How long has it been? All memory of her march here had coalesced into not more than a second in her memory, as though the drug had picked her up and whisked her to the fray. She checked her equipment methodically, finding her grip on every weapon, and ending with a second’s thought toward her diaper – slightly warm and damp, possibly after collecting yet another leak. How much longer? Her mind drifted in consideration of nipping off for a quick change, but a quick scan of the area found nowhere to do so out of sight. With reservation, she lowered her gaze, and was suddenly pricked by a crunching of leaves and a shimmer of movement. Her eyes shot to the leafy cover at her feet. The moonlight reflected off a thousand scales, writhing along the ground in a frenzied slither. Sheila had never loved snakes, and the Compound M only sharpened the dread at finding one. Her recoil was quick and potent, sending her staggering back a pace away from the adder; she was running her bladder before her boot could crunch soundly into the leaves behind. Instinct drover her hand towards her waist, and nearly found the L9’s grip before it could reach the bayonet, pull it from the sheath, and drive it in a crouching blow towards the coiled adder. Her abdomen tensed in the maneuver, squeezing her stomach, and inadvertently forced some mess from her loosened bowels into the waiting padding. But for all the Compounds’ disservice to Sheila’s continence, it worked true in ensuring the blade struck dead center, gliding effortlessly through the adder’s soft body and into the ground below. “What was that, Sheila? Bloody hell, you alright?” “Yeah. Alright. Just a, just a snake”. The snake struggled and writhed in a widening pool of its own blood, a streak of which was smeared across Sheila’s bayonet. It wouldn’t inhibit her from using it, but she nevertheless wiped it across her fatigues until the silver gleamed untarnished in the moonlight. More difficult would be cleaning up herself – although her accident had been quick and minor, the diaper felt swollen and full beneath her, not liable to hold another full accident. She would have to change at the earliest opportunity, after the slog had been completed. How much longer? The Compound creeped in her bloodstream, ready again to hasten the mundane reality. Another tick of her mind’s clock, and she was gazing through her binoculars at the soldiers on patrol. Clad in green, with oversized, bowl-shaped helmets without brims, aiming their Kalashnikovs through fast, methodical sweeps. Krauts, as they said. A bright white glow emanated from behind a stout building and slowly swept across its silhouette, powerful enough to cast dim light upon the vegetation ahead of Sheila even when turned away from her. The end of a caterpillar track peeked from behind the concrete cottage. They’ve a tank. She turned towards the stout Scotsman, muttered her sighting in a gesticulated drawl, and offered up her binoculars to the prompt refusal of a man preoccupied with his radio. Clicks, beeps, and an unintelligible Scots drawl were lost to her as she clambered for a mask and replaced her binoculars with her rifle. Ready, ready, ready. The blast of air and high whistle erupting from before her was not wholly remarkable against the Germans’ shouts, but to the Brits in the bushes it was Gabriel’s horn. Somebody – who is it? – belted “Contact, contact, contact!” from behind, but Sheila was on the move already, rushing forth from her vegetative sanctuary with a barrel pointed towards where she saw the Krauts last. A hundred masked men, reeling from their restraint of the drug, exploded out of the woodwork imbued with a drugged fighting spirit that made them deaf to the stricken tank’s explosion. In an instant, all the world was enveloped in the relentless chatter of automatic gunfire, sending hot lead across all directions and drowning the screams of those who had already fallen, some British, mostly German, as the Paras began their sprints towards their objectives. A Stahlhelm-wearing figure hundred of yards away ceased firing and turned sharply in a backpedal; through her mask’s fogged lenses Sheila saw the soldier’s rotation suddenly stop as he turned upon her. Adrenaline shoved her into a dive, and she was in the air before the German could shoulder his rifle, her body careening into the dirt just as the gunshots erupted in a deafening ring above the battlefield. All her consciousness was reduced to furor, terror, and amphetamines, severing all perception of her throat searing in a scream, and likewise her bladder relaxing with the impact and emptying its contents into the diaper. Time slowed, stopped, and the cosmos converged upon her two arms and rifle, jerked towards its target and aimed one purely instinctual convulsion, and fired a resumption of the chaotic world. Sheila was pulled towards her knees, and then her feet, in a rise that would have killed her had she not already felled the German, whose collapse had silenced and thrown asunder his rifle. Sheila’s quick self-check revealed that his shots had all missed their mark, spilling from her body naught but her piss; she grimaced upon finding that her accident in prone had skipped the diaper’s limited padding altogether and instead wet the front of her tights. Bloody hell, the fucking drug. The undergarments were necessary for holding in place a baby’s diaper that was hopelessly too small for Sheila’s frame, but the skintight nylon also irritatingly pressed its wetness up against her skin. A guttural explosion in the distance tore away Sheila’s attention towards her accident, and wrenched it instead towards the distant rumble of a monstrous tank cresting a hill. The silhouette was unmistakable with a front illuminated by two driving lights and a mounted machine-gun spraying fire into the night, a mile too far to have any effect on the scattered Paras. But this time, there was no florid searchlight turning night into day and marking the vehicle for destruction. No way to ascertain the cannon’s direction, either. She crouched behind a rock. “That’s more than we bargained for! But it’s shooting blind, innit?” The reply came from Jerry. “The hell he is! Bastard’s got night-vision!” Cock! “Where’s the fucking artillery? Bombers?” She the answers to both and prayed her compatriots had not discarded their RPGs. “He looking here?” “Looking away, let’s go! Go!” The Germans had a chance to regroup, but their defenses were surely worn to the man already. A well-placed but unprotected machine gun sat unmanned under a tarpaulin. Only from behind a wall of sandbags were shots coming. With the bridge behind intact and no indication of any attempt to breach it, Sheila’s offence had ground to a temporary halt. There was naught to do now but wait for a mortar to dislodge the Krauts. Setting herself down in a thicket well beyond the range of any grenades, Sheila had for the first time a brief respite from combat. No tired yet … but I need a drink. She pulled a green canteen from her belt and took a long swig, giving little consideration to the effect the water would have upon her bladder. No sooner had she finished her drink that a muffled explosion sounded behind her, giving way to the arcing whistle of a shell en route to its target. Perhaps the communists screamed their last upon realizing their doom, but the Paras were deaf to such things by now, and felt in their minds only a countdown to the impact that would force them from their roosts. The shell whistle subsided, flying further and nearing the ground, three, two, one… Even hundreds of meters away from the explosion, Sheila could feel the deafening blast’s shock heave the earth and rattle her bones. Her tensed muscles’ hold over her bladder loosened for a moment, and let a gentle stream of urine fall into the still-damp padding. Sheila would fail to notice, with her senses blunted by the ring that resonated within, as she clenched her rifle and hurled herself from the leafy cover. Her heart leapt into a frenzy and coursed the drug throughout her veins, imbuing in each uncoiling muscle a superhuman vigor as she exploded into the fray. A great catharsis swept over her body, eradicating any sensation of exertion or fatigue, and unconsciously loosened another dash of urine into a diaper already dampened with the errant trickle she had lost at the explosion. But with her padding in place Sheila had noticed neither of her leaks, and remained so unaware as she charged the impacted entrenchment, baring her rifle in preparation of firing at anything that moved. Past the vacant watchtower, past the machine-gun, the subdued enemy mounted no defence. She approached the pulverized sandbags and quickly shifted her rifle to one hand, and with the other mounted the barricade, throwing her large body into the throes of her foes. A dozen soldiers lay motionless on the ground, blanketed by the earth and the darkness, concealing their blood from British eyes. Sheila slowed her run. At the corner of her bloodshot left eye, something twitched. Without hesitation, she turned and shot a one-second burst into the still-moving soldier. His body flinched and came to rest, face-down in the dirt. “How many died?” “Liam’s not in good shape-” “Damn!” “But Perkins’ll attend to him, he should be alright.” Speaking through the gas filters was quite hopeless, but while the rumble of battle still sounded in the distance, the Tommies knew better than to remove their masks. Their Russians laced their smoke grenades with nerve gas, or so went the story, and no doubt the faraway tank had prepared a special gift in its dispensers. The monstrous machine rumbled a pace towards the forest, and in brief flashes of automatic fire illuminated the cadre of soldiers running alongside. But their targets had long since dispersed and left for them mines to run over. Frances was already lying prone upon the rooftop with a readied rifle, prepared to further stir the chaos. Sheila clambered up the ladder and joined her underneath the fluttering Hammer and Compass. With binoculars in hand, she knelt down besides the sniper, and peered in the direction of Frances’ target. She shifted her weight as not to squeeze her diaper, which felt almost like a saturated sponge between her legs. Any wrong move and her urine would leak out. “Watch my flanks. I’ll bloody ‘em up”. “Don’t miss”. She swiveled on her heels toward where the wobbling river was swallowed by darkness, holding just a midge of disappointment at being denied the spectacle. The field battle had quieted, reduced to the echoes of faraway shots and the muffled mechanical clank of the doomed tank. How many seconds till contact? The absolute stillness through her lenses made her uneasy. It was the damned wait again, agonizing hours of hoping that the horizon would not impart a sea of tanks and jets. It’s the drug talking. Intelligence had predicted nothing of the sort. The battle was over, and the British had won without a hitch. Her thoughts were broken by the muffled explosion rising above the subsiding din of gunfire, and with it the very welcome commotion of shouts and screams. Sheila had almost forgotten her anticipation of the blast, and so was taken back by the numbing explosion of gunfire metres away as Frances fired her L42 on cue. A welcome shot, to be sure, but the sheer shock drove another dash of pee from Sheila’s bladder; this time, her saturated diaper’s core could not muster the speed to absorb all the leak. Sheila scowled and blushed red upon feeling a hot trickle of liquid running down the left leg of her tights. “Contact!” What a shot. Sheila lowered her binoculars and turned towards the tank, expecting to see a stream of RPG fire converge upon the immobilized target. But no explosions illuminated the tank’s dark silhouette, growing sharper with each turn of the dial. The hemispherical turret’s appendages were moving, the turret rotating along with Sheila’s fingers. She could see the protruding cannon shrink, then disappear altogether. And then the machine-gun’s pirouette ceased as well. Her eyes widened and she threw down the binoculars. “On the ground!” A blinding flash of cannon-fire beamed through the focuses lenses. Her arm was around Frances’ neck by the arrival of the cannon’s roar. Unthinking, unbridled reflex sent her tumbling over the building’s edge, Frances in tow. She was surrounded by chaos and emptiness, plunging an endless descent, a sitting duck for the impossible might of the Russian cannon. A shell cleaving through the air encountered a plywood wall, an effortless fight that shattered the wall and a trigger on the projectile’s tip. It spewed forth a jet of molten metal, found not rolled steel but air, and milliseconds later exploded in the confines of an East German cabin. Sheila was mere metres away from the earthshaking roar, suspended in her fall as the walls burst into thousands of pieces of shrapnel, and the air turned into fire. Her scream died, caught in her throat, but her urine fared no such encumbrance in emptying from her bladder. The impact came a half-second later, her body into the dirt, her head into the helmet, her brain into her skull, and the ringing flooded her mind from every orifice. The world blackened. “Sheila! SHEILA!” Her eyes opened – or were they open already? That was Frances’ scream, hoarse and ragged, Frances’ face, draped with blood. There was no pain, but all her body was sore and numb, as though trapped under a weight. Something was stinging her eyes – her face was damp. She wipe her eyes and left a streak of sanguine red on the back of her hand. My blood? The same sticky wetness was on her chest, and enveloped her crotch. Damn… Finding Frances’ flushed face sent a pang of embarrassment through her. How long… did she see…? Sheila couldn’t have known that even in her first few seconds of consciousness she was still wetting herself. Her rifle was still in its place, strapped across her chest. Frances’ was gone. With hands in the dirt, she propped herself into a sitting position, and immediately found that her rear had squished into a mess. It was over her tights, her fatigues – the padding had failed entirely to contain it. But she could smell nothing over the odor of fire and death. The sources of both were close by. “They…. they’ve gone and got… got my….” The scream was tearing up his throat, and the burning gasps of a dying man. All his effort could not muster a voice louder than a whisper. Sheila crawled to his side and saw instantly the gaping hole through his waist, and the blood pouring into the olive uniform from the irreparable gash. “It’s… it’s… please…” “Perkins! Perkins!” She tore here eyes away and prayed the medic was still alive. “Present!” Her heart leapt. “What do we have-”. “Morphine. He’s nothing left.” She turned away stiffly. Who was he? Anger and raw hatred welled inside and roused her from the impact’s slumber. The Kraut… I was watching him from… The billow of fire and black smoke ended her search. She’d missed the tank’s demise. All was quiet. “Got them all?” Frances leaned over her. “I ‘spose. Good work, lass” “See Perkins. You’re roughed up.” “Nothin’ a fag can’t fix. Buzz off and shoot any Kraut we skipped”. Frances turned, expressionless, and scampered away into the milling soldiers left standing guard. Sheila propped herself to her feet and strolled a leisurely pace into the woods behind, ignoring with each step the mess squishing between her legs. Once the Paras had disappeared behind the woodwork, she reached for her pocket holding the tin of Virginias, but produced instead a crumpled ball of padding, its surface slightly muddied with dirt. She flicked open her belt and dropped her fatigues, leaving only a set of black silk tights revealing the mass of a wet diaper and a mess. With a gentle pull, she peeled off her undergarment, scowling and blushing at the coat of mess smeared on their insides. With a hand cupped around her used diaper’s backside, Sheila used the sodden garment to clean off as much as possible, before tossing the padding into the woods and dropping the new, unfolded diaper into her gusset. She pulled her undergarments back up to her crotch, pressing the padding as close to her as possible, in hopes of making it last until the Grenadiers could arrive.
  7. I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”
  8. amy's nightmare(silly game i made) View File this is a silly little game i made. basically you run around a forest until "ghosts" (they look quite poor i'm not going to lie) scare the pee and poop out of you. you can focus the camera on amy's ass, crotch or face. when the fear meter reaches 50% amy wets herself, when it reaches 100% she soils herself and wets again. enjoy :) Submitter pp123 Submitted 02/23/2017 Category Female videos
  9. View File Girl Wets herself in fear Hi this is my third video, its one of my favorites, hope you enjoy it. DESCRIPTION: This is a movie scene, on it a gorgeous girl hits a gang boss on his head, he gets angry and threated her whit a rifle forcing her to apologizes whit him, after he pretends to shot her and that makes the beautiful blonde wets herself in fear. CAUTION: The girl gets so humiliated, when the gang boys notice she has piss her shorts, they start to make fun of her and she runs out crying for the humiliation, i don´t want ofend anyone, if you dislike dont watch it, if you love beauty girls scared and wetting themseves on fear, you will love it. NOTE: My native language it´s not English, I´m sorry if i make some mistake writting. Submitter Goldenstorm Submitted 12/05/2013 Category Female videos Clothing
  10. View File Space Monster (Fear Wetting) A space monster attacks a cute space station operator, who wets all over the place in terror! Submitter DuffMan Submitted 06/11/2014 Category Anime / Animated Clips
  11. View File Omoani FHD/UHD Upscales This is the semi-complete Omoani video collection upscaled to 1080p FHD (and for a few videos, 4k UHD) format. This was done using deep convolutional neural networks (specifically waifu2x) with some additional post-processing to remove banding and other artifacts. Most of the original clips, which were originally 640x480, have been scaled up 2.25x to 1440x1080. A few of the most recent (higher quality) releases which were originally 720p have also been scaled up 3x to 4k UHD for those with hardware powerful enough to handle it, and 1080p HD for everyone else. This is also a semi-preview of a new feature that will be coming to OmoOrg's gallery Soon™. Eventually, our gallery system will be able to automatically upscale lower resolution image uploads in the same manner, with minimal loss in quality! Submitter Kirito Submitted 03/09/2017 Category Anime / Animated Clips
  12. Chapter One - Captivity Izzy was the first successful DNA splicing with a cat when she was in the womb. With this, she grew up with cat ears and tail, softer skin and much more... But her growth was stunted and shocked due to DNA alterations. Leaving her at 3'9 at the age of 14 and flat chested. Bang! Was the sound little Izzy was greeted to when she woke. Sounds of laughter and excitement echoed through the forest when hunters struck a deer with a slug. But after years of containment and fear, the last thing this girl needed was gunfire and smoke. As she grabbed what she had and ran. "Hey! There's something over there!" Shouted one of the hunters. Izzy's head was all over the place, she was hungry, scared and now being chased by hunters. She could hear their guns loading their slugs and within moments, they fired. Small holes were pelleted into the trees and landscape as time felt like it was at a standstill. Bang! Was the sound that brough her back to the real world, with her leg being stuck by a 15mm pistol. Izzy fell onto a bumpy area of gravel. The poor girl felt her bladder let go under the strain of the bullet wound. Her cleanly shaven vagina streamed a river of warm urine down her bare legs as a large wet spot appeared at the front of her pants. Her body was shaking and felt the hunters approach. She fainted... When the hunters arrived... They were horrified. They just shoot an innocent girl and not any girl. A Neko... Chapter Two - Rebuilding (This is in first person) You wake in a soft bed within a small cabin. There was multiple pictures on the wall and most were of a small group of adults with their kill. You can heard arguing outside and a small bubbling pot of water. But something felt off... it was puzzling you. Until you heard a slight crinkle and felt something cushioning your small buttocks. A Diaper. Lifting the covers to see a thick white, female diaper on her crock region with pictures of flowers on the front. placing your hand on the diaper and slowly moving your hand down to the vagina. After what youexperienced before, the comfort of a diaper was welcome. Creeeek! Went the door as it swung open quickly pulling the covers up to your neck and try to look asleep. A woman walked into the room and came to Izzy's side and slowly stroked your pointed ears, bringing a smile to your face opening your eyes you see... That woman is beautiful, long black hair with green eyes and a perfectly tan skin. Wearing skinny jeans and a checkered shirt. D cup boobs and slim build and around 5'10 in height "Hello sweety" said the woman You half hid your face under the covers in an act of shyness as the woman put on a slightly disappointed face and kneels at your side saying "look, we all are terribly sorry about what happened before and... Well... We want to help you back to normal till you heal." You remembered want had happened before putting the image of her injured leg into her head. A shock like pain gord through your leg as the image went around and around. Causing you to sit up and tried grab your anckle. The woman quickly stops you and forced you back to a lying down position saying "I need you to rest while you heal, this will help the healing process and will take less. This is why we placed you into this." As she places her left hand onto the diaper. "If you need to go, use the diaper, we have spares." She says "Because of one OF US DRIBBLED ON MY FACE DURING HER SLEEP! I'M TALKING TO YOU LEXI!" As she turns her head to the window and places her hands on her mouth to project her voice to her girlfriend. "Umm... Miss, what's your n-name?" you say "Oh, silly me! I forgot how to be polite to people" she says in a lightly embarresed, high pitch tone. "My name is Anabell, but just call me Mommy. What's yours?" "I-I-zz-y..." you say in a shy and scared tone. "Well. We'll be gone for a little, but I want you to drink this" as Annabell places a large bottle of water next to you and taps the lid. "We'll be back in 3 hrs" Slam! Goes the door as your now alone again. Realising how dry your throat is, you screw open the lid and start to chug the water bottle all to the last drop. "Ahhhh..." As water quickly hydrates your throat. Feeling tired, you decide to get some shut eye. As your slim body starts to drift asleep your eyes feel heavy and shut. Around two hours later, you wake to what feels like a full badder. "Just use the diaper" repeats over and over as you refuse to let go. You grab the vagina regions of the diaper and start swaying back and fourth trying to no soak your new diaper. As time ticks along your bladder becomes agonizing to hold as you realize that you won't be able to walk to the toilet, but you hold on. But within a wave of desperation. Your reserve breaks and you begin to feel the cascade of warm urine fill your diaper, as relief and... What is this... Pleasure? Feels around your crock... Within a minute the flow stops and your diaper is now double its size! But the warmth is heavenly as you feel like you just might like your time at this place... To to be continued
  13. I found this on because of @tennyson, so big thanks! I don't exactly knows what happens but according to the portion I saw, monsters are attracted that take control of humans. One maid in a bar gets possesed, pees and transforms into a monster with long not round breasts with mouths.Contains semi-nudity(bewbs), violence and vulgar language. Wetting happens after 19:20 or after last 6 minutes 30 seconds. Looks like a decent gore anime. https://kissanime.ac/Anime/Devilman-Crybaby/Episode-001?id=141862 Rips of wetting scenes are recommended.
  14. Mal looked in awe at the bizarre spectacle unfolding on the beach hundreds of feet below. He had been looking for birds, crabs, seashells, cloud formations, or whatever else would look good in a photograph. His attempts to throw a college art project together didn't go so well on the public beach. There were too many people in the way, and one girl in particular he wanted to avoid. Now he was atop a cliff not far away, his camera hanging from a strap on his shoulder, as he stood in a spellbound state and stared at the things that were coming out of the sea. First he had thought them to be a trick of the light. When they surfaced, it was clear they were things rather than reflections of things. As they crawled and loped onto shore he thought they were seals, but it soon became clear they weren't. A shiver came to Mal's body with the realization that they were something truly strange. He expected to recognize them immediately, as if it were only some optical illusion or hallucination that made them look like something out of the ordinary. But they only looked more eldritch as his eyes focused. They had dark glistening skin like newts or leeches, but their eyes had a strange sparkle. There were mere suggestions of limbs rather than actual legs or fins. Three were on the shore now, while another three puppet-like heads had surfaced. They were clumsy on land, but something about them looked artful and clever. It was all very strange. Mal had been willing to entertain the possibility that they were dinosaurs, or even dragons. But soon he stopped even trying to place them, and sought only to observe them. Finally he remembered his camera. His expensive digital camera with the great zoom function. He snatched it up, pointed it in the general direction of the secluded stretch of beach where the creatures were coming ashore. It was still on maximum zoom from the seagulls he had been photographing earlier, and, when he put his eye to the eyepiece, he was surprised to see a nude woman stretching out her arms. He lowered the camera, thinking he was somehow seeing a different part of the shore. It turned out he had pointed the camera in the right direction. There was a redheaded young woman stretching herself next to the six unidentified animals. Or was it seven? There was an indistinct lump that could have been a seventh animal. Having returned the camera to the default view, he looked through it again, and slowly zoomed in, snapping pictures all the time. The woman kept smiling and stretching, and glancing at the Protean creatures every now and then. The extra sharpness of the picture didn't help Mal to identify the figures. They were still semi-symmetrical globs pseudopods of some sort. Their skin was muted shades of blue and green, and seemed now to be made up of something like scales. Things that could have been mouths and nostrils, and things that were definitely gills, appeared before him. But it was the eyes that attracted his attention like magnets. They could have almost belonged to dogs. Or even, perhaps, humans. Mal's curiosity and anxiety turned to fear and disgust when the back of one of the beast split open. It was red underneath. The gash widened and widened until it ran the length of the spine...assuming it had a spine. Then the red mass inside started to rise out, like the globby redness that oozes from a cherry pie when the knife slides in. In no more than a minute, the entire skin had been pulled away from the muscle and bones, and what almost looked like a red copy of the animal was scrambling across the sand. But it didn't bleed. It seemed all right. The woman smiled as it freed itself from the skin, and many of its brethren were now splitting apart. Mal realized that the small seventh shape was a discarded skin. But where was the thing that had molted it? The red and pink seal-shaped monsters stretched and squeezed and kneaded themselves until they were shaped like people. Then they actually became people. Women with red hair and blue eyes. They stretched, then walked, and ran, and leaped, and danced about. They seemed to forget about their skins as they enjoyed the warm sand and the cool breeze and everything else around them. One of the skins, which had been kicked off in a hurry, was now draped across a large, pointed rock. Mal had a naughty idea. ------------------ "Hey, Malford, it's me, Rochelle!" a young woman in a powder blue bathing suit called out to her old classmate. She squinted her hazel eyes in the sun as she removed her sunglasses and brushed her wind-whipped brown hair out of her face, hoping to make herself more recognizable. The young man looked at her stoically for a second, then went back to gathering up his things, paying no attention to the girl. Rochelle wasn't dissuaded. They'd been friends last year in high school, and, despite a little awkwardness the day of their graduation ceremony, she assumed they were still friends. She tiptoed across the hot sand to meet him. "Whatcha got there?" she asked as she saw the odd thing he had draped over his arm. "It's nothing," Mal answered curtly. "Look, I don't have time to talk. I'm working against a deadline. I've got a complicated project for my photography course." "Ooh, can I see it when it's done?" "Sure. You still got the same e-mail address?" "Yeah. So what is that?" She reached out and touched the strange cloth Mal was holding. It felt at the same time like fine silk, the wing of a butterfly, and the belly of a garter snake. It was a beautiful blue, but only showed its color where the light hit it straight on. "Careful, it's rare." "But what is it?" "It's a long story." He folded it up carefully and put it in a duffel bag with the rest of his things. After a few more pleasantries and dodged questions, Mal was off, and Rochelle was wondering if she had offended him. But mostly she was wondering about the cloth he had carried. Something about it utterly fascinated her from the instant her brain had registered the sensation of her fingertips touching it. That fascination was growing every second. But she hadn't lost sight of the destination where she'd been heading before she sighted Mal. A bunker-like cement building painted tan housed the public restrooms. Rochelle had much time to think as she stood in line. She'd gotten the impression Mal had just found the cloth. So if she could just backtrack the way she'd seen him coming, maybe she could find where he had gotten it, and what it was. Her obsession grew, her patience diminished, and soon she abandoned the slowly-moving line in favor of her quest. A strange feeling came upon her while she was making her way along the winding cliffside. She didn't know what it was, but it frightened as well as excited her. As she was rounding a bend, she caught sight of a triangular rock that jutted out of the ground like a tooth. The rock had been enough to catch her attention, but she could see something behind it, just peeking out of the edge. The girl's blood pressure jumped. That something was covered with blood. When she came in full view of the thing she had glimpsed, she put her hands over her mouth in shock. She didn't scream, or even gasp, but her eyes were wide and her tan skin was starting to turn white. In the sand lay a human corpse that had been skinned from head to toe. Every muscle was fully exposed for her to see. Tendons, ligaments, and even mammary glands could be spotted amongst the glistening red meat. The scavengers were keeping their distance. There was no pool of blood or stench of decay or any other sign of decomposition. It looked as clean as a freshly-butchered hog. This orderliness made the grisly sight even more unnerving to the faint-hearted young woman. But this horror was nothing compared to what came next. Just as Rochelle's rational mind was starting to kick in and she thought about whether she should go back and tell a lifeguard or call 911 right now, she saw the body move. Slowly, it sat up. Rochelle shrieked. When it was in an upright position, the stringy red eyelids on the skinless face opened to reveal a pair of blue eyes. Rochelle's screams were soon suppressed into squeaks and gasps as her breath left her. But she lost control of more than just her voice. Rochelle's bikini began to turn a darker shade of blue in a spot just behind where her thighs met. Her body wobbled as she tried to fight gravity and the loss of her strength and oxygen. The large navy blue spot reached forwards, backwards, and sideways, until it met the borders of the fabric and liquid began to run down her legs like streams of rainwater coursing over the lips of an overburdened gutter. The skinned fiend opened its mouth, revealing paradoxically white teeth, and spoke. "I have the same problem with this human body. Sometimes liquid leaks from between my legs." ------------------ When Rochelle sat up from the couch, she hoped it had all been a dream. It hadn't. There was a strange redhead in her apartment, wearing some of her spare clothes, staring at her with those creepy blue eyes. Rochelle hadn't really slept. It was late, but she wasn't counting on getting any sleep this night. She had just laid down to collect her wits, to get a grasp on this strange situation. But she had drifted into a sort of half-sleep, perhaps because her brain wanted to shut down and leave reality behind. "Your name is Rochelle Reincken, is it not?" the mysterious woman said. "I can't even remember if I introduced myself," Rochelle said. "What's your name, anyway?" "I can't seem to make the right sounds with this throat or these lips. But the name of my people is 'Selkie.' I heard your name when I was learning from you while you rested. I hope you don't mind. I was desperate to know things." "Learning from me?" asked Rochelle, squinting in confusion. "Listening to your thoughts. I thought I could learn enough to solve my problems. I heard very little in your mind, but I did pick out what I thought was your name." "Yeah, I'm Rochelle Reincken. Your problem is that you need your skin back, I understand that much...except you have skin now, so I guess I don't understand. God, this is all so crazy." "I have two more urgent problems, and I need to call upon your knowledge of the human body to determine how to solve them. The first problem is a pain I have here." She put her hand on her stomach. "I'm not surprised. In the last couple hours you've eaten a dead pelican, two fast food meals, including the paper the burgers were wrapped in, then I let you into my fridge...I'm kind of regretting that...and you ate four hard boiled eggs and eight raw eggs, all with the shells on, a head of lettuce, a dozen carrots, and a bowl of leftover chili, then I chased you out of the fridge and you ate a dozen bananas without peeling them or taking off the stickers, and probably every other piece of fruit around here. I just got groceries last night, too. "I need energy for my magic. Maintaining this false skin requires much magical energy. Don't worry about the ill effects of the things you say aren't edible. Even in this human body, I possess enough intrinsic magic to protect myself from poisons." "But my point is that's why you have a tummyache. Your stomach is too full. Don't worry about it. It will feel better as you digest your food...which I paid for." "I'm sorry if you are displeased, but I need false skin and a large magical reserve if I'm going to inconspicuously locate my skin and steal it back. "No offense, but that's not gonna work. There's nothing inconspicuous about you. When I brought you home, you didn't know what a door was. You didn't even understand clothes. How do you think you're going to function in human society without attracting unwanted attention?" "I don't know. But right now I have a more urgent problem." "Right, you did say two problems, didn't you?" "I have a second pain lower in the body. Not a pain so much as a...I think 'tingling' is the best word." "Hmm...Oh! I bet you have to pee." "That's the word you used when you spoke of the unwanted liquid outpouring that happened in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yeah, but don't go telling anybody I did that. You're probably getting that tingling because you have to pee, so I'll show you where the bathroom is." "I still don't understand 'pee' fully, and I don't understand 'bathroom' at all. All I know is that, when I take the form of my human ancestors for substantial lengths of time, I have problems with liquid pouring out of my body. Some of the other Selkies have had it happen too." Rochelle blushed. She really didn't want to explain. "How about you do that mind-reading thing to find out all about it? That'll be faster than using words, right?" "Yes, that should work." The fire-haired stranger put the palm of her cold hand on Rochelle's forehead. "Concentrate on the area of knowledge you want me to absorb." "This isn't working," Rochelle heard her say after a few moments. Are you thinking about the subject?" "Yeah." "I can't learn about it." "You sure?" Rochelle was dreading a verbal explanation. One of the reasons she never wanted to have children was to avoid having to potty train anyone. Now it looked like this strange being from the sea needed just such a lesson. "All I can really understand is that bathrooms are a place human females go to in pairs or groups. The rest of the subject eludes me. It's as if your mind is hiding it all behind a dark veil." Rochelle blushed again. She realized it must be because she was unconsciously censoring herself. This was a shameful subject, after all. "I guess I'll have to tell you. Follow me to the bathroom." Rochelle winced as she remembered. "Actually, the plumbing's been acting up. I can't trust the toilet to flush. I need to talk to the landlord about that again. In the meantime, we'll have to use the public bathroom on the first floor." "What is this 'bathroom'?" "It's the place where you can pee." "Can't I pee anywhere? You peed inside your swimming clothes on the beach." "You can but you shouldn't. So hold it." The woman held out her hands. "What do I need to hold?" "Your pee. Hold it inside." She put her hands inside her pants and gripped the flesh between her legs. "That won't help. Well, maybe it will, but don't do it when people are watching. At the very least, keep your hands outside of your clothes when you hold yourself." "The tingling is getting worse. What should I do?" "I don't know how to explain how to hold it in. But please figure out a way. We're going to the bathroom, and you need to stay dry until we get there." "Why does peeing happen? Why can't we control it?" "It happens because you drink liquids. They have to go somewhere." "I suppose. My skin is full of magic that benefits my body in many ways, so I never think much about how my organs work. I've never noticed peeing happening while in my skin." "Lucky you." As they left Rochelle's apartment, the strange woman asked, "Am I right to think it is taboo to let water pour out of you at any place except in the confines of a bathroom?" "Yes." "So what you did inside your swimming clothes is forbidden?" "Yes, but please don't mention it. And don't talk like this when you're not in my apartment. There could be people..." As if on cue, Rochelle saw someone headed down the hallway in the opposite direction. It was a tall man with dark skin, short black hair, and a friendly smile. "Hi, Ben." "Hey, Rochelle. Who's your friend?" "You may call me 'Selkie.' It would be most accurate." Rochelle blushed, but "Selkie" was clearly unaware she was saying anything strange or embarrassing. "I like the accent," Ben commented. "Where are you from?" "The Reykjanes Ridge." "Is that in Ireland?" "It's nearby." "So what are you doing here?" "Right now Rochelle Reincken and I are going to the bathroom together, as human females are wont to do." Ben didn't have anything to say to that. Rochelle wanted to scream, she was so embarrassed. "Let's go, Selkie," she said, and she fled from the embarrassing conversation as quickly as she could without making it obvious that she was running away. "It's the ascending room again," Selkie commented when they reached the elevator. "This is so intriguing." "It's called an elevator. It's going to take us down to where the bathrooms are." "How does it work?" "Don't worry about it. Actually, maybe you should. If you take your mind off your pee it should keep you from peeing your pants." "The peeing of pants is what you did on the beach, is it not?" "Yes, that's the right phrase. But don't mention that again. It's embarrassing." "Ah! Because you are ashamed of accidentally violating a taboo." "Yeah. I don't want to pee my pants, and neither should you. Nobody does." "Except inside a bathroom." "No! You don't pee your pants there either. You pee in a toilet." "A toilet is something inside a bathroom?" Rochelle relaxed her neck until her head bumped into the wall of the elevator. "This is going to be a hard lesson to teach," she muttered to herself. On the ground floor, they walked to the lobby where the closest restrooms were. "Just keep remembering you don't want to pee your pants under any circumstances," Rochelle whispered. "You take them off first." Selkie reached for the fly of her jeans. "No! Not now!" When inside the bathroom, Selkie again tried to take off her pants, but Rochelle again stopped her. Someone at the sink noticed this happening in the mirror, and turned around in puzzlement. "Hi, Rochelle!" said the perky blonde. "Oh, hi, Jenna," Rochelle said, again wanting to wince. "God, I didn't know you still lived here! I haven't seen you in ages." "Yeah, I'm working some crazy hours these days." "Please tell me what to do soon," Selkie said. Rochelle noticed she was now holding her crotch. "Don't do that," she snapped. "I have to. I'm very close to peeing my pants." "What?!? Jenna exclaimed." "This is my friend Selkie. We're coming back from a little girls' night out, and she had too much to drink." "Yes, I drank very much, it has to go somewhere." "You're in trouble, then," Jenna remarked with a laugh. "All the stalls are taken." "Just my luck!" Rochelle bemoaned. "Are there toilets inside the stalls?" Selkie asked. "Why don't you just go in the men's room? That's what I always do in a situation like this. It's never full." "I can't take Selkie into the men's bathroom! She's too innocent!" "Huh?" "I don't want to be in there with guys. She doesn't know how to handle herself." "I don't?" "No, you don't." Jenna gave Rochelle a quizzical look. "Please take me somewhere where I can pee without breaking a taboo, Rochelle Reincken," Selkie said. "Fine, we'll go to the men's room," Rochelle said. She couldn't say no to those big blue pleading eyes. "I'll watch the door for you," Jenna volunteered. "I don't think any guys'll mind waiting for you. Especially if they see how cute you are." Inside the empty men's room, Rochelle began to lecture Selkie. "Take your pants down to your knees and sit down." Selkie obliged, and Rochelle cradled her head in her hands and groaned. "Selkie, that's not a toilet," she said in a pained voice. "That's a sink." The redhead lifted her rear end out of the sink and prepared to hop down. But the countertop around the sink was wet, and her hands and legs slipped. She flew sideways and landed bottom-first on the tile floor. "I peed," Selkie announced. Indeed, there was a puddle growing around her. But it was worse than just that. "You didn't pull down your underwear," Rochelle said, once again burying her face in her hands. "You only mentioned the pants. Will I be punished now?" "No." "Later, then?" "Don't worry about it. Nobody here will punish you for peeing your pants." "But it is a taboo, is it not?" "Yes, but it's not a law." "Then how is it enforced?" "It's hard to explain. Just don't worry about anyone around here punishing you." "I feel excellent." "What?!? Why?" "The peeing felt good, because it removed the tingling pain. My human body is now devoid of bad feelings. Correction: The two lumps of flesh just above the tops of my legs are sore." "Get up. I'll show you how to use a toilet, for future reference." Rochelle helped Selkie off the floor, and she pulled up her jeans. The seat of her pants was already soaked, and the front began to darken as well when the denim came into contact with the wet panties. "The pee is pleasantly warm," Selkie commented with a smile. "It feels like blood, but I am uninjured." "Here's what to do next time," Rochelle said. She was in a stall with the door left wide open. She loosened her belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped her faded hip-hugging jeans, and pulled them down to her knees. Then she did the same with her lime green cotton hipsters. "You sit down on the toilet like this, after making sure the seat is down." "But the seat is up." "That's the lid. It's different." "Why is there both a lid and a seat?" "Don't worry about it. You sit down and you let go of your pee." Rochelle spurted and sputtered. It was a little hard to get going while Selkie was watching and scrutinizing with wide blue eyes. But she managed to initiate the stream, which continued until she was almost empty. After a few squirt gun-like blasts to the inside of the bowl, her bladder was fully voided. "Your pee isn't nearly as yellow as mine," Selkie observed "It's different colors at different times. I'm not sure why." "Why have you never inquired or researched the different pee colors?" "Because it's taboo. We don't talk about it." "Don't you have to talk about it?" "Sometimes. But we prefer to avoid it. Just like we prefer to avoid peeing our pants." "That is why you wish to avoid talking about your peeing in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yes! Don't talk about it again!" Rochelle scolded for what felt like the hundredth time. Then she returned to the lesson. "Now that I've peed in the toilet, I wipe the extra pee off my body so it doesn't get my clothes wet." She got some toilet paper and dabbed at her wet parts. "Then I flush the pee along with the paper." "Where does all that water and pee and paper go?" "Into a lot of pipes." "Where do the pipes go?" "Why do you ask so many questions?" "I want to learn about the dry world so I can go about in it long enough to recover my skin. My life depends on it." For the first time, Rochelle felt truly sad for Selkie. "What happens if you can't get your skin back?" "I won't be able to breathe underwater, so I won't be able to go home. If I stay away from the sea for too long, my magic will drain away. No amount of food can help that. When I have no magic, my tissues will no longer be able to stay together without skin, and my organs will fail. I will die." "We'll go up to my room and get started right away," Rochelle said forcefully as she pulled up her pants. "You'll learn from my mind, and with that knowledge we can make a plan." "I can also teach you from my mind." "Great! I know how to find the person who took your skin, and I'm sure we can get it back from him without betraying your people's secret. How long can you live without your skin, anyway?" "I don't know. No Selkie has had to die that way for centuries." "And you won't die that way, either. I may not understand the situation, but I know I won't let that happen to you." When Rochelle exited the bathroom, she realized she had forgotten another situation. Jenna was still waiting outside, as were a trio of college-age boys. Rochelle could see each one of their faces light up as they saw a pair of beautiful girls their age and a chance to talk to them. It was also obvious when each one noticed Selkie's wet spot. "Thanks for waiting, guys," Rochelle said. Sorry about that. "No problem," one of the boys said. "Are you all right?" Jenna asked Selkie as everyone around pretended not to stare at her wet spot. "No. I peed my pants." "She'll be all right," Rochelle assured. "Now we're going back to Rochelle Reincken's room," Selkie continued, "where she will punish me." Rochelle hastily led Selkie to the stairs. "Why aren't we taking the box that ascends and descends?" the confused girl asked. "We might run into people there, and I don't want to share an elevator with them and have to explain our situation. So we'll take the stairs, where there are less people. By the way, I'm not going to punish you for peeing your pants. I thought I already made that clear." "You said no one down there would punish me. I thought you were reserving that duty for yourself." "No. You won't be punished at all." "I feel wonderful!" "I wish I did." "These 'stairs' are a lot of work to climb," Selkie commented after making it up two flights. "I wish I could swim up to the floor where your room is." "I don't know what to tell you. You'll have to get used to using your legs." "Legs are fun to use every so often, but I wouldn't want to have to depend on them all the time." On the sixth floor they again encountered Rochelle's friend Ben. Selkie spoke before Rochelle could say anything. "I see you're staring at my pants. I wet them because my journey to a toilet was delayed. But don't worry about me; I will receive no punishment." Ben looked at her dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, Selkie smiled. Rochelle led the girl away from the boy, all the while suppressing the urge to chomp down on her own hand. Back in the privacy of her apartment the two fared better. From Rochelle, Selkie learned about things like cars, makeup, and money. What she needed to know to get around in this world of dry land. Rochelle, in turn, learned about the Selkies. Their ancestors were strange sea monsters who took human brides. Magic allowed the women to live in the dark undersea abode, where their descendants now live in happiness. But female Selkies take after their ancestral mothers, and have an inborn homesickness for the land above. To this day, they take excursions to deserted shores, slough off the inconvenient skins that contain their gills and most of their magical attributes, and enjoy the land and air and Sun. They can do this because their bodies under their skin can be reshaped into the ancestral form, and they have enough magic residing within themselves to fashion temporary false skins that make them look and feel even more human. But their skins are essential to them. They protect them from drowning, disease, the blindness they would otherwise have so deep underwater, and the ill effects of high water pressure. They also, Rochelle could infer, protect them from the need to urinate and defecate. And so Selkies think nothing more of their food once they have swallowed it. Even though a Selkie's skin is so important, this Selkie had become so intoxicated by the feeling of being on land that she hadn't kept an eye on it. Then, when it was time to follow her older sisters back home, she couldn't find it, and realized a land-dwelling person or thing must have crept in and stolen it away. "My mind is spinning," Rochelle said once the two were done sharing their thoughts. "There's so much to take in. I know I said we would draw up a plan tonight, but I'm exhausted. Physically and mentally. I'm going to try to get some sleep, although that's probably impossible." "You have trouble sleeping?" Selkie asked, sounding concerned. "Not normally, but my mind is racing right now. I've been through so much today." "You should rest." "I'll try." "Here," Selkie said, coming close to Rochelle. "I know a trick that will help you." ------------------ It was a beautiful morning, and Selkie was so glad she was up here where she could see the Sun shining down on the Earth. She got out of bed and stretched, as if she were coming out of her skin. How she longed to have that skin back. Still, this body had definite plusses. She felt one of the minuses instantly, but knew how to remedy it. She got dressed, took the elevator down to the ground floor, greeting Rochelle's friends and acquaintances as she met them, and made her way to the bathroom. She followed Rochelle's directions perfectly this time, pulling down both her panties and her pants, and sitting on the toilet's seat even though it hurt her sore buttocks. She only deviated from the instructions by letting out a moan of satisfaction as the urine was released from her aching bladder. She covered her mouth, and felt shameful for doing something that seemed like it should be a taboo. If she had known a little more, or been able to read human expressions better, she would have known that leaving the stall door open was also taboo. But none of the women who saw her sitting there said anything, so how could she know? When she was done, she wiped herself, stared in amazement as the toilet flushed, pulled back up her panties and pants, and washed her hands. Back up in Rochelle's room, she got some things together, then went to the bathroom to get herself ready for her meeting with Malford Poynter today. She had learned enough from Rochelle's mind to feel confident that she could solve this problem. There was the other, minor problem of the pain she felt in her lower abdomen, but she wasn't worried about that. Her knowledge from Rochelle told her what implements were located in which drawers, and what most of the things in the medicine cabinet were. She knew how to apply makeup, fix hair, and do everything else she needed to look pretty. But she knew she didn't need much. She had a beautiful face with silky brown hair, and her own blue eyes worked well in the ensemble. Before turning the light off, Selkie glanced at the bathtub. There, half-submerged in red-tinted water, lay what was left of Rochelle Reincken. "Thanks for everything."
  15. A Stain on Her Image Persona 5 fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Big Boss for proofreading (Note: Contains story spoilers past the third Palace. Reader discretion advised) The subway system of Tokyo was not an experience for the claustrophobic. With hundreds of commuters crammed like sardines into the same vehicle underneath the city’s streets, it was hard for even the most intrepid travelers to not feel a little anxious. Makoto Niijima already had quite a bit to worry about before she even stepped through the train doors and was pressed together with complete strangers. This was not uncommon for her; as both president of the Shujin Academy student council and younger sister to a public prosecutor, it was rare for her to not be concerned with something. That had not gotten any better when she ended up becoming a Phantom Thief a month ago, entering into a world she never knew existed before. Not that she regretted such a thing, quite the opposite, as she had never felt a stronger sense of purpose than the moment she donned her thieving costume and mask. She may have looked like an upstanding honor student with her proper posture, white dress shirt, and black short pants, but in her heart, she had fully embraced the path of a rebel fighting against an unjust world. At the moment, however, it was rather difficult to focus on any of that. The subway ride had given her time to become aware of some unpleasant feelings radiating from her body. Her stomach felt bloated from all the sushi that she just enjoyed with her friends, and would likely remain that way for a while. It was inconvenient, but at least it would fade away over time, unlike the other pressure that currently plagued her. Makoto groaned and squeezed her legs together as she felt another pulse from her groin. With all the fun they were having at the sushi bar, she never once thought about visiting the restroom. Her bladder had been letting her know how big of a mistake that was since then. Going for long periods without a bathroom break was nothing new to her, given her many responsibilities at school and home. However, judging by the pressure, it had been quite some time since she last relieved herself, and with coffee and other drinks on top of that. Now, it was enough to make her worry. She was thankful that with so many strangers around her, chances were nobody was focused on her. That way, she could squeeze her legs and hold herself if she needed to without being seen. “Hey, Makoto?” Or so she had thought. “Hmm?” Makoto turned around as best she could and found Ann Takamaki, a fellow student and Phantom Thief. Now knowing that an acquaintance was next to her, she stood up straight and put her hands at her sides. “Oh! I’m sorry, did you need something?” she responded at once. “I was just wondering if you had thought of something. You looked like you were concentrating pretty hard.” I suppose I was concentrating on something, thought Makoto. “Hmm, no, I can’t say I’ve thought of anything fruitful,” she replied. “Me neither,” said Ann with a frown. “My brain’s been spinning in circles, but I don’t feel any closer to solving our problem than when it first came up.” That’s right, their problem. It had been roughly a week since Medjed had declared war on the Phantom Thieves, threatening to expose Japan’s private information if they did not unmask themselves. With their target being anonymous cyber-terrorists, they had no idea how to begin fighting such a shadowy foe. To make matters worse, Ren had begun receiving texts from a strange figure named Alibaba asking them to change the heart of one Futaba Sakura. After some detective work, they learned that Futaba was living at Sojiro’s house, the same man overseeing Ren’s probation. At one point, they had an agreement set up: the Thieves would change her heart, and Alibaba would help them with Medjed in return. Problem was, Alibaba had disappeared, and with no way for the Thieves to contact them, they were essentially back to square one. “I know, it’s been frustrating me too,” admitted Makoto, “But we’ll think of something. We just need to get everyone together at Leblanc first. Besides, I’ve never been able to focus very well on the subway.” “I guess you’re right. Better to brainstorm somewhere quiet and with all six heads put together. Well, more like five and a half with Ryuji.” Ann smiled and chuckled at her joke. Despite the remark’s snideness, Makoto found the laughter contagious, and put a hand to her mouth to hide her giggling. That laughter came to an immediate stop, however, as it caused yet another pulse from her bladder. Makoto winced against her wishes, her frown and eye twitch being visible for a split second. “Hey, something wrong?” asked a concerned-looking Ann. “Huh? Oh, n-no, it’s nothing,” she replied, her eyes drifting away. “I guess I’m just… a little uncomfortable right now.” “Uncomfortable? Are you claustrophobic, Makoto?” “N-not particularly.” Being honest probably was not in her best interests, but Makoto could not bring herself to lie to a friend. Beating around the bush was the most she could do. “So is it the sushi, then? I know I can’t believe how much I had.” Ann rubbed her stomach. “This train ride isn’t helping much, either. Hope I won’t need to make a run for the bathroom, or anything.” “Y-yes, me too.” Despite referring to two different uses, Makoto’s bladder let off another pang out of sympathy. Her eye twitched again, and all she could think about was something, anything to change the subject. “Now arriving in Yongen-Jaya Station!” Fortunately, she didn’t need to this time. Even without the announcement, she felt the train slowing down, and saw the lighting outside the windows change ever-so-subtly. Their platform was coming up, and it was not a long walk to the cafe from there. “Well, sounds like we’re at our stop,” said Makoto, turning towards the doors. “Let’s pick this back up at Leblanc, shall we?” “Um, okay, I guess?” Ann blinked a couple times, but did not say anything else. With that, the ladies and the other Thieves departed with most of the other commuters. Makoto allowed herself to sigh now that that part of her personal trial was over. Still, she needed to pee pretty badly, and waiting until she got home would be a bad idea for certain. It would be for the best if she made use of the toilet at Leblanc before too much longer. That, however, came with a couple issues. First and foremost was her pride, something that had rubbed off on her from her sister. Makoto may have been the newest member, but she was still the oldest among them, and their designated strategist to boot. For her to admit that she seriously had to go out of the blue would be… awkward, to say the least. Not just that, but she had been inside Leblanc before, and saw how close the toilet was next to the dining booths. With the cafe closed today, there would not be anything to hide the noises of her relief. She would never be able to walk out of there without a red face. Regardless, she was certain her situation would reach critical levels if she neglected the bathroom. She would have to come up with a solid plan soon, or else suffer an experience more humiliating than anything Kaneshiro had threatened her with. The bells above Leblanc’s door jingled as it opened, letting in the Thieves. As expected, not a soul lingered inside; even Sojiro was absent. “Okay, so did anyone manage to think of anything?” asked Ann as she took a seat at one of the booths. The rest of the group gathered around her, all choosing to remain standing. “We went through all sortsa options on our way here,” said Ryuji Sakamoto, “But, looks like we got no choice but to ask for Alibaba’s help.” “Question is, how do we get in touch with him?” asked Ann. “He cut off all contact with us after that misunderstanding,” commented Yusuke Kitagawa. “Then again, if we manage to steal Futaba’s heart, he may attempt to reach out to us once more.” “But we don’t have any clue what her keywords are,” said Morgana from Ren’s bookbag, “Without those, we can’t so much as set foot inside her Palace.” Ryuji threw a fist down in anger. “Dammit, Alibaba! Where the hell are you!?” Meanwhile, Makoto stood nearby with her hands held just below her navel. She did her best to listen to the conversation, but couldn’t stop herself from glancing towards the toilet every now and then. Now that she was near one, the signals from her bladder only grew stronger, like it was already preparing to release all the liquid built up inside. As strong as that was, her pride was a bit stronger, so she remained where she stood and tried her hardest to think of something. Trouble was, her concentration was just as weak as it was in the subway, since her urge to pee took up the majority of her thoughts. Rather than a plan to thwart Medjed, all she could come up with were plans to get into that bathroom while maintaining her dignity. Even then, they all required her figuring out what to do about their real problem first. She almost wanted to voice out loud her desire for Alibaba to only live a couple blocks away so they could take care of that problem with ease. Wait a minute… “Actually, he might be closer than we think,” Makoto chimed in. “Huh?” Ryuji looked towards her, as did everyone else. With all eyes on her, Makoto realized her theory had not completely formed, but she steeled herself and continued. “Hypothetically speaking, even if we stole Futaba’s heart, how would Alibaba know that the deed has been done? Would he truly be able to discern that just from cell phone messages?” The group exchanged looks among themselves for a bit. “You mean he’d have to meet her in person?” asked Morgana. Makoto nodded. “Alibaba was able to deliver the calling card here. On top of that, he can check on Futaba’s condition. However, according to the circumstances he put forward, he’s unable to meet with us. This leads me to believe that it would be bad for him if we were to see the two of them together.” She paused to take a breath. “It seems to me that Alibaba may in fact be Futaba herself.” Every eye in the room opened wide like they had just stumbled onto some rare treasure in the Metaverse. “For real!?” said Ryuji. “So she’s asking that we steal her own heart?” asked Yusuke. “Maybe she wants us to save her from the scars of her abuse?” said Ann, “That would be hard to ask directly.” Makoto turned to Ren and asked, “I’d like to meet with Boss. Does he live nearby?” “Yeah, his place is right around the corner. I could take us there now,” Ren replied. “Let’s all go together. Boss may get the wrong idea if Ren-kun and I show up alone.” Everyone nodded in agreement, and Makoto allowed a little smile to form. Perfect, she thought. With headway being made on the Medjed problem, she could now focus on her more personal matter. Luckily, she was able to devise a plan at the same time she explained her theory: Right as everyone was stepping outside, she would excuse herself to hang back and “freshen up” before meeting with Sojiro. She could pee as much as she want, and while they might suspect her, no one would be able to prove it. It was almost worrisome how well she had taken to the art of deception, but she would celebrate after her bladder was empty. First, she just had to say the words to get her potty plan started. “Yo, hold up. Can we wait just a second? I gotta take a leak first.” The words died in her throat at Ryuji’s declaration, replaced with surprise and worry. Another person needing the bathroom was not something she had accounted for. She had to stop herself from whining in disappointment, silently cursing herself for such an error. “Really? You sure now’s the best time for a bathroom break?” asked Morgana. “Hey, I can’t help when nature calls.” Ryuji turned and walked towards the bathroom. “I’ll just be a sec.” Meanwhile, Makoto could feel the panic swelling up inside. It’s alright, she told herself, This is just a little setback. As soon as Ryuji’s done, you can carry out the plan. You have this. “About that,” came Ren’s voice, “Our toilet’s broken right now.” Ryuji stopped in his tracks and turned around, his face matching how Makoto felt on the inside. “For real!?” he exclaimed. “Something’s wrong with the pipes, so everything’s backing up. There’s supposed to be a plumber coming to fix it tomorrow,” said Ren, rubbing the back of his head. “Jeez, that’s some shit luck, literally,” groaned Ryuji, his legs idly rubbing together. “So where have you and Boss been going?” Ren pointed to the door behind him. “We’ve been using the one at the bathhouse across the street. The owner is pretty understanding.” “Guess I don’t gotta choice.” Ryuji shrugged as he headed towards the front door. “Seriously, can’t you just hold it until we’re done talking with Sojiro?” said an annoyed Ann. “I would think dealing with our Alibaba problem would be a more pressing matter,” said Yusuke. Ryuji glared at the two. “Oh, come on! Do you guys wanna try talking to Boss on a full bladder? I know I don’t!” Ann looked away, her fierce look gone. “Um, no, but…” “Great, argument over! Be right back!” Ryuji declared as he beelined for the door, going through before anyone could say anything else. The group remained silent for a few seconds after the door slammed and the bells quit jingling. “Hmm, and I took him for the kind of person who would make use of the sink and be done with it,” commented Yusuke. “Ugh, can we move on from the pee talk now? Talk about gross,” said Ann with a grimace. “Y-yes, I agree,” Makoto chimed in. “We need to stay focused on the task at hand.” She hoped the pain of having to say those words did not show in her voice. “Then I suggest we set off before any further interruptions can occur,” said Yusuke, getting nods from everyone else. One by one, the group walked out of the cafe. Despite being closest to the door, Makoto was the last to leave, pausing to take one last look at the broken bathroom with a frown. Her plan had been doomed from the start. That was enough to set her insides quivering with worry. Now what was she going to do? The Bathhouse was not an option; there was no way she could use her “freshen up” excuse and expect her friends to buy it. Even then, they had made their desire to go straight to Sojiro’s house clear, especially after the hard time they gave Ryuji. Her chances of reaching a good toilet stealthily seemed worse than beating Medjed right now. No, I can’t give up now! She thought, shaking her head and furrowing her brow. I didn’t despair in front of Kaneshiro’s shadow, and I won’t let this beat me, either! On her honor as the Phantom Thieves’ Strategist, she would find a solution to her problem, and rise above it without a stain on her. It had only been a few minutes later, but each one felt like an hour to Makoto. After waiting for Ryuji to get out of the bathhouse, they made their way towards Sojiro’s house. Makoto hung behind the others to hide her stiff walking and occasional hand pressed to her groin, though it did little to alleviate the pressure at that point. But soon enough, they had reached the house. For what seemed like the umpteenth time, the soft sound of a doorbell ringing filled the small street. Makoto retracted her finger again and deepened her frown. “Nobody’s answering,” she groaned, “But the lights are on…” “Think he’s nappin’?” asked Ryuji. “Even Boss would’ve woken up with how many times we’ve rung this doorbell,” said Ann. “I would think Futaba would have answered now if she were here, too,” added Morgana. Yusuke looked at the gate blocking the front yard, and pushed on it. To everyone’s surprise, it pushed open, giving them a clear path to the door. “Dude, you can’t go openin’ other people’s stuff like that,” said Ryuji. Makoto looked towards the front door and pointed. “But look. The door seems to be slightly open as well. I wonder why. That’s rather careless.” As she kept glancing towards the door, Makoto couldn’t help but think of another plan to safely and discreetly relieve herself. Not that she had success with that; even if Sojiro let them in, how was she supposed to excuse herself without anyone catching on? Nobody being home would be her best bet, but then that raised the moral issue of just walking in and using someone’s toilet without their permission. The debate continued in her head until a flash of light and rumbling noise caught everyone’s attention. They all turned their heads to the skies and saw the thick, dark clouds heading their way. “Whoa, it sounds like it’s going to rain!” said a wide-eyed Morgana. “We should get inside!” Gladly! is what Makoto wanted to say, but even with her bladder fit to burst, she thought better. “Do you think that’s okay?” she asked the others. “Prolly?” said Ryuji with a mischievous grin. That was all the reasoning she needed. “My apologies, Boss!” she declared as she and the rest of the gang quickly made their way inside the house. A dark hallway greeted the group once past the doors, with only a crack of light and the faint noise of a TV show at the very end. Not a soul could be found within, giving the house a foreboding atmosphere. “Hello, sir?” called out Makoto, her voice losing its confident tone. Nobody responded, the sound of thunder filling the gap and everyone removing their shoes. “He’s not out, is he?” she continued, stepping forward on bare feet. “The door ahead is open, and I can hear the TV.” “I hope he didn’t pass out or something. I mean, Boss is kinda old, ain’t he?” said Ryuji. “I’m a bit worried. Should we go in and check on him?” said Ann. If it gives me the chance to find the bathroom… “Please excuse us,” she mumbled while they proceeded forward. For every step taken further into the house, Makoto felt the chill in her spine grow deeper. She may have infiltrated a Palace to steal its treasure, but trespassing in Sojiro’s home gave her a sense of dread that dwarfed her Metaverse adventures. At least, that’s what she would say if someone questioned her as to why her walk was so stiff now. She wished the doors in the hall weren’t all closed; she might have passed up a good bathroom and had no idea. Just as they were about to reach the hall’s end, a bright flash and loud boom went off from outside, and what little light was in the house shut off. An instant later, the group heard a young, feminine shriek from somewhere in the house. “A scream!? What was that!?” Suddenly, Makoto felt like a character in a horror movie, her least favorite genre by far. “H-How should I know?” replied Morgana. Another noise came up, like a door being closed nearby. “Did you hear that!?’ said Makoto. “Could it be Alibaba… I mean, Futaba?” said Morgana. “Can we get out of here, please?” said Ann. Makoto didn’t catch the rest of the conversation, too focused on the pounding in her heart and bladder. All she knew at that moment was she was behind Ann a hundred percent on leaving the house. However, her legs felt unstable from both the fear and how bad she had to go. If she was going to go anywhere, she would need help. Turning to Ren, Makoto held out a shaky hand. “Um, sorry,” she mumbled, “Can I hold onto you?” Ren nodded and turned around, and Makoto wasted no time in putting her hands on his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. They took baby steps on their way back to the door, the hallway growing longer and menacing with each step. Meanwhile, Makoto’s eyes darted about, trying to find anything that looked like a dangerous monster about to kill them. All the while, her hold was the weakest it had ever been. The pulses from her bladder quivered as fast as her heartbeat. It felt like it would only take one false move for her to leave a large stain on Sojiro’s carpet. Wood creaked somewhere nearby. “Eek!” Makoto shut her eyes and squeezed Ren’s arm harder than ever. She only barely registered a bit of warmth appearing in her underwear. “I can sense someone’s presence,” said Yusuke. “Who is it? Who’s there!?” Makoto turned her head all around to find her would-be murderer. Still, nobody could be found in the darkness other than Ren. Her breath labored, heart pounding, and bladder about to burst, she had had enough. “I can’t take this anymore! I’m leaving!” she yelled with her eyes shut, attempting to take another step. But her legs refused to cooperate. Rather than moving forward, all the strength in her legs disappeared at once. She fell onto her knees, only supported by her death grip on Ren. Another spurt of pee escaped into her clothes, this time making the wetness pass into her pants. “M-Makoto?” asked Ren. “N-no… I can’t move,” she whimpered. She felt more frightened in that moment than if a Shadow had inflicted the Fear ailment on her. That fear only grew bigger as she got the feeling that someone or something was very close to her, and she knew it wasn’t Ren. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and pretend everything was fine, Makoto turned her head at a snail’s pace to look behind her. Someone was there. She couldn’t make them out, but she knew when someone was in her personal space. A flash of lightning then confirmed her fears. She only had time to process the reflection of eyewear, orange hair color, and an emotionless expression before instinct took over. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!” “Waaaahhh!” Makoto’s legs came back to life for a split second, letting her jump back out of desperation to get away. At the same time, the figure of maybe-Futaba shrieked and ran off. However, Makoto did not even register that she was safe again. Her brain had entered into full fight-or-flight, with the same unfortunate effect as earlier. Her legs quickly gave out once more, and she fell to her knees, grabbing on to Ren’s leg for dear life. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, please save me, sis!” cried Makoto, her head held low and eyes shut. Fully enveloped in her panic, Makoto only paid the slightest sliver of mind towards the growing warmth at her groin. The scare from the shadow was the last break in concentration her bladder needed in order to finally do its job. Pee quickly flowed out into her underwear and pants, soaking her groin within seconds. It was not much longer before it broke through the outermost barrier, starting as broken drops and forming into a stream that broke apart within inches, making a soft piddling sound on the carpet. The rest of her legs were not spared, either, as trails ran down to her knees and pooled there. But that didn’t matter in the least to her right now. Somehow, even after being held at the mercy of a ruthless gangster in both the real world and the Metaverse, Makoto had never felt more scared in her life than she did now. She prayed as hard as she could for someone, anyone, to save her from the darkness. “Are you okay, Futaba!?” Sojiro’s voice came loud and clear through the front door, which swung open moments later. It may have been someone she knew, but hearing the Boss speak in such a threatening way did not quell her panic inside. “Who the hell are you? Don’t move, you hear me!” Makoto could hear Sojiro grabbing something. Light then hit the side of her face, making her open her eyes at last. She slowly turned to face Sojiro, whose expression went from fury to surprise. “N-Niijima-san? Amamiya? What are you doing here?” asked Sojiro. “G-Good evening, sir,” she mumbled. Sojiro’s eyes went down as something else caught his eye. “Are you… wetting yourself?” In that moment, Makoto no longer cared about her life being in danger. Unfortunately, the panic inside her changed target, and for the first time, Makoto became fully aware that she was peeing her pants. “Ah! Oh, no no no no no…” she muttered as she looked at the big wet patch still growing beneath her. Not only that, but Sojiro’s flashlight now lit up the dark patch on her pants and the stream petering to a stop, putting the gross, wet warmth on her legs at the forefront of her mind. For a moment, Makoto could not believe that what was happening was real. Shujin’s class president and upstanding younger sister to a prosecutor kneeling on the ground and having an accident, let alone while hugging a friend’s leg? It was more unbelievable than an alternate world made up of humanity’s twisted desires. Yet, it was happening right now, and she had no choice but to believe it, as did the rest of the people in the house. “M-Makoto?” Ren gasped as he looked down at her. “Whoa! She really is pissin’ herself!” said Ryuji. “Does she have severe nyctophobia?” asked Yusuke. “I thought I smelled something gross,” said Morgana, his nose wrinkling up. “Would it kill you all to show some concern!?” Ann marched straight up to Makoto and knelt down, placing an arm around her shoulders. “Are you okay, Makoto?” Makoto looked at Ann, her face red and eyes moist with tears ready to fall. “I… I…” Ann wrapped her other arm around Makoto’s stomach. “I’ll help clean you up. Can we borrow your bathroom, Boss?” “Uh, sure, it’s the door at the end of the hall,” replied Sojiro, “But I want an explanation from everyone when you’re done, got it?” “Sure thing.” Ann looked back to Makoto. “You ready to stand up?” Makoto could not speak, so she gave a shaky nod instead. She wanted to go somewhere a lot further away, but the bathroom would have to do. “Alright, up we go,” said Ann before Makoto found herself being lifted to her feet. They made their march to the bathroom, Makoto’s legs feeling weak but still carrying her every step of the way. “Well, at least we know for sure that a girl lives here now.” It was the only light thing Ann had said since they entered Sojiro’s bathroom. Her statement referred to the hair dryer she found in the cabinet, which she was using to dry off Makoto’s pants and panties, both sprayed with perfume to try and mask the smell. Both girls were thankful that the power kicked back on right as they entered the bathroom. Makoto, meanwhile, sat on the toilet, entirely bottomless with just her hands and shirt to preserve her modesty. The irony of the moment was not lost on her. “Um, so, are you cleaned up?” asked Ann, keeping her focus on the wet clothes in front of her. “Mmm, y-yes,” replied Makoto, her voice carrying no energy. Her legs and elsewhere were dry again, for as much comfort as that was. Ann sighed. “I guess that’s good. Means something’s getting dry.” Things getting dry was the least of Makoto’s concerns. Her legs were already fine again, and her clothes could be cleaned or even thrown out. No, she was worried over the irreparable damage to her dignity. It was not even a month ago that she had opened herself up to her new friends and earned their respect as a dependable Phantom Thief. Had she already destroyed all that with her utterly humiliating accident tonight? They would never look at her the same way again, that much was certain. “Um, Makoto?” Makoto stared into the room’s corner. “I can probably guess what you’re thinking right now.” “Hmm?” Now she had no choice but to pay attention. “Y-You do?” Ann nodded. “I just want you to know, this doesn’t change my respect for you. In fact, I think I can relate to you a little more now.” “Y-You can?” Makoto had expected a few responses to try and cheer her up, but this was not one of them. “How so?” “Well, not the ‘fear of the dark’ part, but…” Ann paused for a moment. “Back when I first moved here from Europe, everything felt so foreign and weird to me. The worst of it was getting used to the squat toilets.” “The squat toilets?” Makoto blinked in surprise. She never considered that someone outside the country would have difficulty adjusting to something she learned to use as a little kid. Ann nodded. “I hated those things. Never wanted to use them… but, I was at a photoshoot one day, and I really had to pee, but they didn’t have any western toilets nearby.” Makoto had an inkling how this story would end, but couldn’t stop herself. “What happened?” “I thought I could hold it until I got home,” continued Ann, “but the shoot ended up taking way longer than they said it would. I got on the train back home, but then I…” It was Ann’s turn to look away with a blush. “You can probably guess what happened next.” “Y-You didn’t!?” Makoto motioned to cover her mouth, but remembered there would be little to keep her modest. “I did. In the train. With the whole car to witness it.” Ann’s cringe became greater with each statement. “It was my worst day in Tokyo up to that point. If I didn’t have school the next day, I probably would have never left my house.” “Goodness,” muttered Makoto. She had thought many things of Ann before, but “Public Pants-wetter” was not one of them. Even now, she had trouble imagining Ann in the subway, red-faced and teary-eyed as dark streaks ran down her red leggings among a crowd of people crammed together. Then again, she found nothing but sincerity in the way Ann told it, and Makoto had heard about how bad she was at acting. “If I may ask,” Makoto continued, “How did you get over it?” “It took a long time. Having to deal with stuff like Kamoshida and being a Phantom Thief helped me remember there are bigger things to worry about, though. I can also say I learned how to use a squat toilet pretty quickly after that,” Ann replied with a nervous laugh. “I can imagine,” said Makoto, scratching her cheek. “But I guess what I’m trying to say is, yeah, peeing your pants sucks, but it doesn’t mean you can’t bounce back from it. Heck, if I could get over it, I know you can for sure.” For the first time that evening, Makoto felt some of the dark clouds inside her lifting away. “You r-really think so?” “Totally!” Ann raised a fist. “You’re a kick-butt Phantom Thief now. There’s no way a mistake like this can take all that away.” Makoto could not help but smile a little in the face of Ann’s cheering in such a bizarre moment. “Hee hee, then I suppose I’ll just have to keep being ‘kick-butt’ to make up for this.” “That’s the spirit!” Ann shot a smile, then looked back to the clothes on the sink. “Well, it looks like this is as dry as they’re gonna get right now. It’s a good thing you wore dark pants today.” “Mmm,” Makoto sighed as she remembered what was to come next. “I suppose we should get going. I don’t want to keep Boss waiting any longer than I need to.” “Same.” Ann shut off the hair dryer, handed Makoto her clothes, and turned around. With as much privacy as she would get, Makoto stood up and slowly pulled her underwear and pants back on. The dampness brushing against her thighs and other places felt awkward, but not nearly as much as when she first wet them. “I have to admit, I am not looking forward to meeting with everyone again after this,” she lamented. “I don’t think anybody would.” Ann turned to face Makoto. “But just remember, if not for your smarts, we’d never have figured out who Alibaba was.” “I guess that’s true.” “And if they still try to say anything, feel free to slap them. Twice as hard if it’s Ryuji, okay?” Ann giggled. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” said Makoto, covering her smile with a hand. With that, the girls departed from the bathroom. A hint of red still remained on Makoto’s face, but at least she had found the resolve to head out and face the world again. She now knew Ann was right, and that someday, she would be able to wash this stain off her image and continue to do right by her friends and the world as a true Phantom Thief. (A/N: Sorry about the little schedule slip there. Stuff happened, and was waiting on the right time to put this up. Now that this is done, I should probably get to work on those commissioned projects. I'm sure the people waiting on those are still chill. It's not like they paid for those stories or anything, right?)
  16. Does anyone know from what anime is this .gif from? It sounds familiar but it doesn't come to my mind, thanks for the help
  17. Hi everybody! It's been forever since I posted a story. I'm not quite happy with how I've ended this, but yeah. I've actually had this for over a year (can you believe??) and I just decided to re-edit and post it all now. Please let me know what you think - constructive criticism is always appreciated! xoxo ••• NEW LIFE "Are you ready to go in, Jason?" Sixteen-year-old Jason blinked and looked up at the smiling faces of his new foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. West. They were a couple who were in their mid-forties who found comfort social action and helping children, which is how they ended up interested in being new foster parents. Jason was no more than six years old when he was placed in the foster care system and growing up, he had serious abandonment issues and separation anxiety, which was never a good combination. His biological mother and father were abusive, both physically and emotionally, and he found himself always needing company but not being able to trust people as easily, apart from his social worker, Michaela. This was why no family could keep him for long. Even at sixteen years old, it still hurt Jason more than anyone would ever know. "Jason?" Mrs. West called his attention gently, and he jumped a bit, squeezing his thighs together. He needed the loo as soon as they were on the way here, but he didn't wanna ask. He shrugged nervously, shrinking in on himself and pressing himself to his social worker. Michaela frowned in concern and wrapped her arm around him, bringing him aside after mouthing an apology to them over Jason's head. "Come on, Jace," Michaela said quietly once they were alone. "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? They aren't gonna hurt you, remember what we talked about yesterday?" Jason nibbled on his bottom lip and shrugged again, rubbing his thighs together discreetly. His need wasn't that bad yet, but it was still quite uncomfortable. "I-I dunno, what if they're not as nice as they seem?" "They are. We checked all their records, and they're all as clean as can be. If ever you can't handle this, you give me a call," Michaela said gently. "You call me, and I pick you up right away, just like how we practiced before, remember?" Jason nodded slowly. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I remember." "Good boy," She praised him gently, ruffling his hair. "You're being very brave right now, and I'm proud of you." "Not brave." He mumbled bitterly. A sixteen-year-old who couldn't even ask where the bathroom was without having a panic attack was far from brave. "You are brave, sweetie. More brave than you think," she smiled sadly. "And nothing will ever make me be disappointed in you." Jason said nothing, but rubbed his eyes and nodded. "Okay. You ready now?" Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, nodding afterwards. "Yeah," "Come on." ••• Michaela took Jason back to Mr. and Mrs. West, who were still waiting patiently by the porch of their huge house. They exchanged goodbyes before Michaela kissed Jason's forehead. "Be good, okay?" She smiled. "Yeah," Jason nodded. Michaela smiled once again and gestured for the new parents to follow her, leaving Jason by the porch this time. "Well, what do you think?" Michaela asked the couple. "He's adorable," Mrs. West replied, smiling before becoming more solemn. "But you weren't kidding... He looks almost broken." "His file is very complicated," she sighed. "Lots of stories about emotional and physical abuse from his biological parents. It's horrible." "That's not gonna stop us," Mr. West insisted. "What do we need to know?" "Jason is a really sweet kid," Michaela explained. "He grew up in a bad place though, as you know. He will not voice his needs or his wants. You need to ask him a lot of things and reassure him when he looks nervous." "Okay." Mr. West nodded. "Anything else?" "That's basically it," she said. "Just give me a call if there are any problems. I will not hesitate to help." They exchanged goodbyes, handing each other calling cards and shaking each other's hands. Michaela ruffled Jason's hair and whispered "be good," before waving and driving off. Jason was a good kid. Sure, he had issues, but he was a really good kid - and she had a really good feeling about this family. ••• As soon as Michaela's car left, Jason's need to use the toilet intensified due to his nerves and he clenched his muscles as discreetly as possible as he turned to face his foster parents. Mrs. West crouched down a bit to gently fix Jason's hair. "You ready to come in for the grand tour, Jason?" ••• The West family had a huge house. Jason found himself in the middle of a living area where he put his bags. They decided to give him a really long tour, and they weren't exaggerating! It took them fifteen minutes to show him around the first floor - and there were three! The first floor had a pristine kitchen with sleek, black, tiles, a large, white carpeted foyer with a huge television with game consoles, a beautiful dining area and an indoor pool. "My five children are all working now, but my nieces and nephews are here nearly everyday," Mrs. West smiled in amusement when Jason's jaw dropped at the beautiful vista. "That's why we keep this place as clean as possible." Jason was quiet as they showed him around the garden, his hand tugging nervously at the crotch of his jeans when he was sure no one was looking. His need to pee had grown worse real quick and that wasn't a good thing - but he would rather suffer in silence than tell them what was up. He occasionally stopped and pretended he was looking at the furniture just to concentrate on his bladder. His only hope was that the tour would be over soon - it couldn't be much longer, right? Wrong. Ten more minutes had passed, and they were only walking up to the second floor now! Jason felt a constant nudge and ache from his bladder, which was swelling against his jeans. He definitely needed to find a toilet - fast, but he couldn't tell them his need even though he wanted to. He was too shy. He squirmed as he walked, his hands nervously shoved in his pockets, one hand occasionally popping out to give himself a quick squeeze. He paid attention to the tour as much as he could, just wanting to find a bathroom. No such luck, though. Every door that might have been a bathroom was shut, out of Jason's sight. Luckily, the tour for the second floor didn't take as long as the first floor, but Jason still found himself tensing his thighs due to the steadily growing ache in his abdomen. He had to go! Biting his lip nervously, Jason gripped the front of his pants as hard as he could to ward off the incoming pressure, but it wasn't working as much as he thought it would. He closed his eyes and breathed out shakily, letting go and following his new foster parents to another room with a blue bed, a desk and a bedside table. He whined quietly and rubbed his eyes, catching the attention of Mr. West. "Is everything alright, kid?" He asked. "This is your room for now. You can put your things up here as soon as we're done with the tour." Jason chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, just wanting to find the toilets. His need had gone from "I need to pee," to "oh god I'm gonna pee myself right now," and he rubbed his thighs together nervously. He was literally seconds away from soaking himself. "Um," Jason squeaked. "Can I-I put my bags up here n-now please?" He asked shyly. "Yeah, but they're all the way downstairs," Mr. West frowned. "Yeah! It's okay!" He said, jumping up and down. "Can I just, um, get them?" "Okay, kiddo." Mrs. West shrugged. "We'll be here. Remember the way?" Jason made a tiny noise of distress as he leaked through his underwear. "Yes!" He lied, rushing off with his legs squeezed together. "Thank you!" ••• Where the hell was he going? Jason's left hand was permanently holding his leaking crotch as he tried to find a toilet, opening doors with his other hand and not having much luck. First of all, he couldn't find the staircase going down, so how was he going to get to the front door where his bags were? He whimpered and danced in place, abdomen throbbing as he made his way through twists and turns. "Come on, come on," he mumbled to himself, sniffling loudly and getting even closer to crying when he realized he was leaking even more frequently. His hand was soaked and there are were trails running down his thighs so he stiffened up and ran down yet another hall. He was just about to turn to open a closed door when he tripped over the edge of a table and a vase shattered to the floor. He gasped out loud, tensing up and closing his eyes, crouching and hiding behind a small dresser. This was not good, breaking things meant punishments and punishments meant getting hit! "Jason?" No! He started to panic. He scrambled up against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, breathing heavily and clenching his eyes shut. He vaguely felt his pants getting hot and wet and there was fear beginning to spread all over him again. "Jason, are you okay?" He couldn't breathe and he closed his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him. "Kid, what happened?" Jason's legs were shaking and he felt so uncomfortable. There was a puddle around him and tears were slowly leaking out of his eyes. "Jason, listen to me. Listen to me. It's okay." Don't look. "Jason? It's Mr. West. Can you open your eyes, please?" Mr. West? "Jason?" Jason shook as he slowly opened his eyes, taking a look up at the concerned couple looking down at him. "Hi, kiddo." Mr. West smiled sadly, crouching down to see him eye-to-eye. "Come stand up. We can get you cleaned up in the shower." "I w-weed myself," is all Jason replied, standing up and wrapping his arms around himself. It wasn't what he wanted to say but he couldn't think straight at all. "We know, and it's okay," Mrs. West piped up, smiling at him gently. "I'll go grab your things." Jason nodded and followed Mr. West down the hallway, already lost again. He was sniffling, his breaths hitching in an annoying manner, but he couldn't stop. "S-sorry," he whimpered as they found the bathroom, wiping his nose. "No, I'm sorry," Mr. West replied, ushering Jason inside. "I should've showed you the bathroom first. Go get yourself cleaned up, alright?" Jason nodded, biting his thumb and looking down at the ground. "D-don't know where t-to go..." He tried to explain, hiccuping greatly. "I'll wait right outside," the man reassured him. "Don't you worry." ••• Mrs. West had cleaned up the shattered glass and the mess Jason had made before bringing the young boy's bags upstairs to his room. He found a change of clothes and underwear (and an adorable tattered teddy bear) and brought them to where her husband was waiting. "Is he okay?" She asked softly when she heard the shower turn on. "I have no idea," he replied, shaking his head. "The social worker, Michaela, really wasn't kidding when she told us about how anxious he was..." "I know," she sighed. "Poor kid. We should've showed him the loo first." "Yeah, we should have. But there's nothing we can do about it now... Maybe we should just let him rest?" He suggested. "Good idea," she smiled. "We might've overwhelmed the kid. I'll go fix up his room. Stay and wait for him, okay?" ••• The kid came out of the bathroom ten minutes later with red rimmed and heavy eyes. He was tired and completely overwhelmed about his near panic attack. Mr. West was smiling at him gently. "Maybe you should go rest first. We can continue our tour when you're feeling better." Jason nodded and fiddled with his thumbs. "S-sorry a-again, about t-the vase and for..." He stuttered, blushing a bright red. He hated how nervous he was! He had completely humiliated himself! "It's really fine," he repeated. "I know you didn't mean any harm. Don't think about it too much, kid." They continued to walk down the hall, Jason getting drowsier every step of the way. His long and tiring day full of signing papers and traveling clearly wore him down. He almost cries when he sees the comfortable sheets and crawls under them, closing his eyes almost immediately. "You did nothing wrong, okay, kiddo?" Mrs. West whispers gently as she watches her new kid curl up. "We'll be in the room right across." Jason nods, thanks them meekly and curls up under the covers. He's okay with them staying outside. He's okay with them not hitting him for having accidents or for crying. He's okay with them not being his real parents because his real parents were horrible. "I'm really sorry," he says slowly, clutching his bear tightly. "Kid," Mr. West starts again, looking at him gently. "You're going to be living with us now, okay? That means you adjust to what we believe is right. I know it's going to be hard, kid, but you're going to have to learn that accidents like this are not going to make us mad at you. Ever." Jason blinked up at him and frowned. Was he being serious? This was the first time somebody was nice to him about his accidents. "I promise you that you should never be afraid of coming to us when you need help. Also, let us know what you need. We're here to listen to you," he added. "Everything's going to be different now. We aren't here to get angry at you for things you cannot control." "Okay," Jason whispered, feeling oddly lighter now. He was still definitely wary of them but the reassurance was nice. Really nice. "Great," the man smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. He stood and took his wife's hand, leaving the room quietly. As Jason fell asleep, he thought about how tiring the day was, but at the same time, how strangely fulfilling it felt to know that this life was going to be new. The words 'everything's going to be different now,' echoed as he closed his eyes. It was a short phrase, but it still filled him with hope. Different was good. Different had the potential to be great, and so did his new life.
  18. I can’t say I hate visiting my grandma, that’s not it at all. I love my grandma, but there’s just something that creeps me out about being in the middle of nowhere. How could you live in a town with no hospital, but three churches? My Grandma lives in a little town called Harper, Texas, and it’s literally in the middle of nowhere out in the hill country. Harper has one post office, one library, one gas station mini mart combo, and one traffic signal (which is really just a flashing red light that serves as a stop sign.) It’s a nice little town to visit if you’re into getting away from civilization, and I mean far far away. Like I said, nice place to visit, not a nice place to live when you’re dying. The nearest hospital is at least an hour away. Unfortunately, that was the case with my grandma, so my mom and I flew up from La to make her final moments as comfortable as possible. Her mind and her health were both failing her it seemed. The doctor said her kidneys were shutting down, but she refused dialysis. She said she wanted to die at home in peace instead of in a hospital. My mom’s the one that’s really taking care of her; I came more for emotional support for my mom while she takes care of hers. When we got here on Wednesday we were kind of shocked to see the place in disarray. How long had she been living like this? Garbage was everywhere, the sink was overflowing with dishes, clothes scattered about etc. We helped her get in her recliner as we got to work cleaning the house as best we could. While we were cleaning, she started talking about some pretty disturbing things. The conversation started off normal enough, telling us all about the church she attended and everything, and then it got. . . darker. She said there’s a demon that comes in her house at night. I shot my mom a concerned look, but she shook her head. She explained later that it was her pain medication talking and that it was just mixing with her religious beliefs. It made me feel a little better but yet… I don’t know, just something about being in the middle of nowhere I guess… Thursday-- Day Two So my mom and I are mostly settled in the spare bedroom now. We spent most of the day cleaning up the house some more. My grandma explained she used to have someone come in and clean for her every couple of days, but she had to let him go. Trying to start a conversation, I asked her what happened. “I caught him stealing.” She replied. Ah, I thought. That made sense. Hard to trust someone in your house when you’ve caught them stealing. I would’ve fired them too. She went on to explain it caused a riff in her relationship with the old lady that lived next door. Apparently it was her special needs adult son who had trouble finding work. Her neighbor asked her to give him another chance, but my grandma said no. One of the things I really hate about Texas, besides the ungodly temperature and humidity, is bugs. More precisely, spiders. I really hate spiders! I freak out when the little harmless garden ones get into our apartment back in La. You could imagine my reaction when I caught sight of the ones who called my grandma’s house home. My first run-in with the other house inhabitants happened while I was doing a load of laundry. While I was carrying an arm full of clothes to the washing machine, I felt something crawling on my arm. I looked and there was this humongous brown spider on me! I immediately screamed and dropped the clothes on the floor. My mom rushed in to see what the matter was and caught me jumping in place and franticly waving my arms over myself to get it off. I had her look me over at least fifty times to make sure it was gone. I was so scared I had even peed myself a little. I patted the front of my pants to make sure it hadn’t shown. When I finally calmed down and picked the clothes off the floor, something strange fell out of the pile—a large black straw. I shrugged and threw it away on my way back to grab more clothes. Friday-- Day Three My mom and I were in the kitchen making breakfast together and talking. She was pretty upset, it sounds like her mom isn’t going to make it much longer. Her delusions are getting stranger, and she’s burning up. I could tell it was pretty hard on my mom, so I told her to take a seat and let me finish making breakfast. When I grabbed a stack of plates out of the cupboard, guess what was sitting on top of the plates waiting to greet me and finish what we started? My heart pounded in my chest at the side of the ugly brown thing, legs splayed out across the plate like he owned it. I dropped the plates and they smashed into several pieces. I let out a startled yell as the spider dashed towards the kitchen table, only to be met with the heel of my moms shoe. I expected my mom to be angry at me—she always thought I was a drama queen when it came to my fear of spiders. Instead she looked at me dead serious and said, “Don’t let one of those things bite you.” What did she think I was going to do? Catch one and let it walk all over me? We searched through the cupboards for its family; I was greatly displeased to find its brothers and sisters hiding amongst the pots and pans, along with a few more straws. My mom joked and said, “We should leave the squished bodies in the kitchen as a warning to the others.” I was too freaked out to laugh. I felt like I had things crawling all over me, and I could swear I saw things moving out of the corner of my eyes. I was a nervous wreck the rest of the day, jumping as every little thing that came in contact with my skin. Even after a shower it did little to calm my growing anxiety about the place. It didn’t help that there was another brown spider hanging out in the corner of the bathroom ceiling. It wasn’t moving, but I continued to glare at it as a way of saying it wasn’t welcome. When I toweled myself off in the bathroom, I noticed a black straw sitting in the trashcan, and another in one of the drawers. My grandma must have really loved boba’s, I thought. My mom even said she had found one in her moms’ underwear drawer. It was kind of weird, I mean, yeah my grandma’s kind of messy, but not “put my trash with my underwear” messy. We chalked it up to her failing mental health. Now if I could just get her to tell me where that boba shop is cause I could really go for one right now. Saturday—Day Four My grandma’s neighbor came over to meet us and ask how she was doing. It was an older lady who brought us some home made cornbread. I was ecstatic, as the cupboards here contained nothing to eat but weird health food and sugar free desserts. She had her adult special needs son with her. He must have been in his thirties. He was thin, with greasy black hair and yellowing teeth. Something about him just seemed… off, and I don’t mean because he was middle spectrum autistic. He kept staring at me, more precisely, my chest. I chalked it up to him not knowing any better, but it still really creeped me out. Janice, the nice old lady with the cornbread, asked how California was. While I was talking about life in La, her son kept interrupting me about the most bizarre off topic things like the fact that his pet tarantula was named ‘fang’ or that after mating a female black widow eats the male. Janice explained while he was in the bathroom that he had a one-track mind. At first I thought, yeah my boobs, but her answer caught me off guard. His passion was arachnids. I shuddered. My mom told them about the spider problem we’d been having, and he asked if they had a violin shape on their back. I didn’t look at them long enough to confirm, but apparently my mom did, and she already knew what they were. I guess she was trying not to freak me out by not telling me the house was infested with brown recluse spiders, but he wasted no time in disclosing the fact. He also added how poisonous they were. I lost my shit. Sunday—Day Five This was really the last straw for me! My latest brown recluse sighting had me scrambling out of the bathroom with my pants still around my knees, uncaring of the urine that streamed down my legs. I had been sitting on the toilet minding my own business when I turned to find one of the brown little bastards sitting on top of the roll of toilet paper. Attacking when I was most vulnerable? Now it was personal! I told my mother this meant war, and she agreed. We called the exterminator and he promised to be there the next day. We found nine spiders that day. Neither of us slept. We could hear my grandmother screaming that the demon was back last night, but whenever we checked on her, no one and nothing was there. I’ve been taking a lot of showers since I got here, it helps get rid of the crawling sensation on my skin. I found another straw in the bathtub, but absentmindedly tossed it in the trash with the others. It was like my grandma wasn’t even trying to throw her trash away anymore. Monday—Day Six When the exterminator got here we walked him around the outside of the property as he looked for signs of spider habitation. He said he couldn’t find any. We took him inside and he saw them all hanging in the corners of the building. He said it was weird they were inside, but not outside. He shined a flashlight in one of the air vents and frowned as he looked in. He said he saw something strange and grabbed a chair to stand on. When he opened up the air vent, a black straw fell out. He picked it up and examined it. His face furrowed in confusion as he dumped the contents out. Three little spiders fell out of the straw before he flattened them with his boot. My mom and I stared at each other without a word. All the straws he had been finding around the house. Did they all contain spiders? How many had we found? Ten? Twenty? My grandma’s voice snapped us from our thoughts. “Get away from the window, demon!” We looked up to see our neighbors’ son looking at us through the window. He smiled and waved. In his right hand was an icee from the mini mart… and in that icee was a black straw.
  19. Audio log #7:tracking-Rose-loading..................complete "preparation is done I'm finally in with 11 other girls...its just a fight to the death now in this harsh environment,all I have is a spear that's sharper than my wits,heheh.aaannnnddd......GO................*psjidiehozp* AHHH DAMN I DRoped the recorde....................." The tape goes on for 30 min. "yea well now there's 7 of us counting me left,I wonder where rose is now actually"said Jewels. Jewels had always been one to stay out in the wilderness and now her might was up to the test when she enlisted for master huntstress. "This fucking arena is so huge a football stadium would bow to it". This is the Survivalist Arena also known as the dome home! Jewels along with 11 others were sent here to test their strength in the wilderness for 2 years. Those that survived were Master Huntstress'. Jewels,rose,star,Taylor,Alex,daisy,tulip,Pam,red,violet,kat,and Lexi all took the job. Pam,star,Alex,red,and Lexi all are dead this arena has the power to cause hell to these girls,sickness,animals,and weather are its power to control,and only the brave...will live THIS IS THE DOME HOME as jewels set up a fire she heard a rustle behind her,she quickly grabbed her dagger and prepared to fight. "Woa hey it's just me Daisy" "oh your back whatcha got" "the biggest feast ever, check it" daisy said in her melodic voice as she pulled a bundle of rabbits out of her sachell. "Dais you are a legend" " I know" as the Girls ate their feast they heard a scream that sounded like tulip,daisys little sis. "TULIP IM COMING" Daisy yelled as she dashed off with her bow. Tulip had been running from this beast after it caught her in its water supply. She had ran for hours on hours and she could hardly handle the pain in herl legs and the pressure in her bladder. Daisy found tulip screaming and running from a wilof, a horrid two headed wolf. Daisy jammed the arrow in its skull killing the beast instantly. "Tulip are you ok?" Daisy spoke with concern. "Mmhmmm,and I really have to potty. I can't hold it another min." Tulip spoke in her sweet and caring voice. "Ok well camp isn't far can you make it." " I don't know but I have to hurry before I have an accident...again" " ok tulip lets hurry" daisy said taking tulips hand.they followed the path back to camp until tulip stopped right in the middle of the trail. "Sis I can't hold it anymore it's coming out." "Come on tulip you can make it" "no...I...can...ahhhhahahahhhhhh." Tulip began crying as her bladder finally gave in and a yellow stream came down her leggings into her shoes. "Tulip its gonna be ok let's go back to camp." Daisy said as she picked up her sister to Carry her, not caring that she was getting wet also. "Jewels were ok but I can't say the same for tulip here." Daisy said completely embarrassing tulip making her cry more. "Ahh tulip its ok it happened to me once.come on let's get you some new clothes and hang these up to dry." Jewels said taking tulip to their laundromat. "Hey anyone home." Taylor said at the perimeter of camp. "A yup were here" daisy replied " oh god it's a massacre out in the barren lands. Yerls torn in half totally decayed and rot..." " gahh jeez don't put that in my mind." " so wassup daisy cup." " I saved tulip from a wilof and she peed herself just outside of camp." " awwww well the damn girls been through hell but she's a fighter. I still have no clue how you got your 12 year old sister in here." " fuck just don't get me started." ........................."damn I miss red, and poor violet was totally nuts when she found out.now...she's gone..." " yea but Taylor we need to stay strong we only have 30 more days till were considered huntstress'" " cannot wait" at the end of the day jewels took role. "Ok who's here." "Taylor" "tulip..." "Daisy""Ka...AHHH" "what kat what's wrong" jewels said as a puddle formed under kat "p...please...don't look..." Then a hissing sound came and for a minute the girls pretended it was raining. "Kat if you need to "go" you can just ask and we'll let you...don't sit at role and suffer." " I'm sorry...*whimper*" "well that's everyone,kat can go get re clothed and we will start cooking dinner" jewels said as she put the chart away. Dinner was a plate of rabbits that daisy hunted, everyone enjoyed it. They all sat around their campfire and told story's "...and then as the king stood at the top of his castle, he knew that it was glorious." "That was the best story you have ever told tulip" " thanks" "hey guys I'm gonna go see if the house is still powered up." "Ok Taylor be safe" said Daisy. Almost 30 min. Pass of story's and jewels, not telling anyone of her bladders limit feels desperate. " I'm gonna see if Taylor is gonna rejoin our fire" she said as she walked off. Then she started a sprint for the bathrooms. Jewels starts to feel her pants get wet and she opens the door to the bathrooms and runs for the first stall. She opens it and... "RAHHHHHHHHH" Taylor screamed as jewels fell back and a yellow stream jutted from her pants. "TAYLOR YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME". " more like I scared the piss out of you...*snicker*So...sor...sorry *snicker*." "What are you...HUH...damnit Taylor I've only peed myself once in here and now you made me do it again.im going to the laundromat." later that day the girls get tired and head into the house...they find their quarters....and fall asleep. (29 DAYS TILL DOME END) part 2 very soon!!!
  20. Kept you waiting, huh? If memory serves correctly I stumbled long ago in this site on a comment that there is very little fear wetting or not enough fear wetting or something like that. Anyway, my brains immediately started to plan fear wetting story and after months of planning and browsing the internet I came up with this story. It has 4 chapters, I randomly chose names for the persons in this story. Chapter 1 Reika Fushimi was about to fall asleep when bell rang and she startled, everyone packed their books into their shoulder bags and left the class. Reika collected her books and threw them in her bag, stood up and walked out of the class. Corridor was crowded since everyone was asking from each others what they were going to do at the weekend. Reika walked down the corridor, few girls wished her a good weekend. Reika stopped in front of the door, opened it and entered the room. It was girls' bathroom, there was three cubicles on the right side of the room and several sinks on the left. Above the sinks was long mirror. There was no one else in the bathroom, she was supposed to meet there with her friends but looked like they haven't arrived yet. Reika walked to the mirror and looked her reflection. She had long red hair and blue eyes, she was also pretty tall. She was wearing standard school uniform, black blouse and pleated skirt. Door opened and Reika turned to look who came in. Comer was short, had brown hair tied to ponytail and round glasses. Yasuko Kashima was one of the friends Reika was supposed to meet in there, she was also Reika's best friend. "Have you been waiting long?" Yasuko asked. "No, maybe a minute" Reika answered. "I bet that we have to wait for Erika and Haruna for at least ten minutes" Yasuko said. "We always have to wait that long" Reika blurted and leaned against the wall. Yasuko opened her bag, took book from there and started reading it while walking back and forth. Bathroom's door opened and girl walked in. Girl had very long black hair, flawless skin and gorgeous body. Erika Akasaki was everyone's dream girl. Erika was followed by another girl, she was short, had short blonde hair and big green eyes. Many people said that she was Erika's sidekick, her underling but she really was her good friend who carried Erika's and her own bag. She also followed her to everywhere and took notes. Haruna Coda was her name and she was at the moment writing something in her notebook. "What's up, bitches?!" Erika asked. Erika had arrogant and irritating personality but in essence she was reliable and a good friend. "We were supposed to meet ten minutes ago" Reika answered. "It's not my fault that everyone wanted to wish me a good weekend" Erika said. "You could say to them that you're busy and can't talk right now" Reika said. "Are you dumb, I can't do that! Besides Yasuko isn't here" "I'm here" Yasuko answered and walked out from the cubicle. "What were you doing in there bitch?" "I needed to use the toilet, what else would I be doing in there?" Yasuko walked to sink and washed her hands. "I don't know, masturbate?" Erika snarled. "You're such a bitch sometimes" Yasuko said smile on her face. "Hey, fuck you bitch! Anyway I don't want to talk about Yasuko's dirty habits. What are you gals doing this weekend?" "Well, we celebrate Yasuko's birthday tonight" Reika answered. "You have a birthday! And you haven't told me about it!" Erika said while looking at Yasuko. "We told you yesterday" Erika looked confused, she looked at Haruna who turned page on her notebook. "Oh yeah, here it is" Haruna said. "Idiot, you're supposed to tell me about my schedule" Erika said. "Sorry" "Anyway congrats, how old are you?" Erika asked. "She is 20, just like rest of us" Reika said little frustrated. "How are you going to celebrate?" "We haven't decided yet, that's why I wanted to meet in here. Do you have any ideas?" "Oh yes, I have an idea. Let's meet at sunset in the old Shinto shrine" Erika answered with smile on her face. After that she turned around and left the room, Haruna followed her. Yasuko looked at Reika. "Why I get the feeling that this might be a bad idea" Yasuko said. "Aren't they always when Erika suggest something?" Reika blurted. They burst into laughter and left the room. Old Shinto shrine was located within walking distance outside Tokyo. It had been there for centuries but nowadays it was rotten because nobody hasn't refurbished it. Still few people visited there from time to time but despite of that many people thought, that it would be a waste of construction material and time to refurbish it. It was sunset when Reika and Yasuko arrived there. Reika was dressed in denim shorts and black t-shirt, Yasuko was wearing blue dress and shawl. Reika and Yasuko entered the building, hinges creaked when they opened the door. Erika and Haruna were already waiting there. Erika had black skirt and black strapless top, Haruna was dressed in brown pants and white tank top. "Finally, we've been waiting forever" Erika said. "So, what are we doing here?" Reika ignored Erika's sentence. "We celebrate of course" Erika answered. "In here?" Yasuko said. "Duh! Of course in here" Erika answered. Haruna let out short laughter. "I don't think it's a good idea" Reika said. "Fuck you, it's a brilliant idea. Don't be such a wimp" Erika said. She walked to her bag and took few beverage can from there, she tossed one to each one and took one for herself. Reika looked at the beverage can, it was beer. Everyone opened their beer can but Reika didn't, she was still hesitating. "I still think that this is..." Reika said. "Don't be such a wimp" Yasuko interrupted her and took a long sip from beer can. Reika looked at Yasuko for a moment, opened the beer can and took a sip. Yasuko was talking with Haruna and Erika was outside peeing, Reika was sitting at the bench and was looking at the shrine. Erika came back in, walked to Reika and sat down next to her. "You still think that this was bad idea?" Erika asked. Reika turned her head so she could see Yasuko. "Important thing is that Yasuko is happy, it's her birthday" Reika answered. Erika turned her head also and looked at Yasuko. "She looks happy" Erika blurted. Yasuko and Haruna burst into laughter, laughed for a while and then walked to Reika and Erika. They were both little drunk. Reika had drank one beer and Erika had several but she was sober. "Do you still have beer?" Yasuko asked. Erika looked in her bag and shook her head, Haruna let out short sigh with disappointment. Erika picked up cigarette pack from bag and took cigarette from it. "Wait, are you going to smoke in here?" Reika asked. "Yeah" Erika answered. Erika took lighter from her bag and lit the cigarette. She put lighter back in her bag and while doing that cigarette fell to the floor. "Shit!" she cursed. Floor caught fire and it started to spread fast. "Oh shit, run!" Erika yelled. They quickly ran outside and turned around to look at the building, it was fully in flames and building started to collapse. "Let's get out of here!" Erika yelled. "Shouldn't we call fire department?" Haruna asked. "Do what you want, I'm outta here" Erika answered, turned around and ran away. Haruna, Reika and Yasuko glanced each other, then turned around and ran into different directions. Next morning Reika woke up tired, last evening's events were still going through her head. She got up, yawned and walked out of her room. She walked down the corridor to the end. On her left was doorway to the kitchen and living room, in front of her was front door and on her right was bathroom door. Reika entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She locked it and walked to the toilet, pulled down her white panties and sat down. She relaxed and emptied her bladder. Reika wiped herself clean with toilet paper, pulled up panties and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands and left the room. Reika walked to the kitchen, living room and kitchen were in the same room. Reika made coffee and sat down to couch, her laptop was on the coffee table. She turned it on and opened web browser. Reika typed news web address and took a sip from coffee cup while waiting page to open. Page opened and Reika spat coffee from her mouth, first headline was: Old Shinto shrine burned near Tokyo, one casualty. Reika quickly opened the article and read it. Victim was little girl whose body was found from the building's backroom, her friends said that they were playing hide and seek when building suddenly was burning. Finally there was mentioned that police is investigating incident. Reika drank rest of the coffee and hastened to her room. She took cellphone from the desk and typed: Meeting at coffee shop, ASAP! then she sent it to Yasuko, Erika and Haruna. Reika put on same clothes she had last evening and put cellphone in her pocket, hurried to the front door and left her apartment. Coffee shop was few blocks away from Reika's apartment. Erika, Yasuko and Haruna also lived nearby. When Reika arrived to the coffee shop, all three were already there. Reika walked to the table where they were sitting and sat next to Yasuko. Erika was wearing blue jeans and black tank top, Yasuko had blue t-shirt and pink skirt. Haruna was dressed in black dress. "What was so important that we have to meet immediately?" Erika asked. "Haven't you seen the news?" Reika asked. "I don't read news" Erika answered. Reika looked at Yasuko and Haruna but they both shook their head. "It was on the news, the fire. There was one casualty" Reika whispered. Erika opened her mouth but no single word came out, she looked pale. Yasuko and Haruna looked like they were about to burst into tears. "Who...who was the victim?" Erika was able to ask. "Little girl, there was no mention how old she was" Reika answered. Haruna stood up and hurried towards the bathrooms, holding her hand in front of her mouth. "Why did she drank so much if she can't handle it?" Erika muttered while looking at Haruna. "Don't you understand? you killed a little girl!" Reika said. "Don't blame me, we're all in this together" Erika snarled. "You're the one who started smoking in there" Yasuko said. "You could've stop me" Erika answered. "Wasn't it enough to desecrate that place by drinking? you had to smoke in there as well" Reika said. "Hey fuck you!" Erika snarled. "No, fuck you!" Reika yelled. "I'm not gonna listen to this" Erika said and stood up. "I'm going shopping" she continued and walked away. "She is such a bitch" Yasuko said. "Indeed" Reika stated. Haruna came back and sat down, she still looked little nausea. "Where is Erika" she asked. "She went shopping" Yasuko answered. "So what do we do?" Haruna asked. "We talk to police" Yasuko suggested. "No, maybe it's better that we just forget it" Reika said. She glanced Yasuko and Haruna, they both nodded their head. It was sunset and Erika was on her way to her apartment, she had spent whole day shopping but she didn't bought any clothes. She had only bought cup of coffee and big cup of lemonade. She started to regret it, since there was still long way to walk to her apartment and she started to feel strong urge to go to the bathroom. Erika tried to walk normally but from time to time she had to put her hands between her legs. Luckily that part of city wasn't crowded like downtown and at this hour there wasn't anyone outside anymore. Erika stopped in the middle of intersection, she was still two blocks away from her apartment and she was almost at her limit. She crossed her legs, put her hands between her legs and bend her knees. "I should've use the bathroom when I had a chance" Erika muttered. She bounced few times and stomped the ground, pressure in her bladder eased a little and she was able to stand normally. She started walking but stopped after few steps, air around her felt oppressive and somehow dense. She started walking again but stopped, there was something on the hill that was on her left side. She didn't hear it, she felt it. Erika looked in that direction, on the hill in the middle of the road was standing a little girl. Girl had red dress and long black hair, Erika couldn't see her face from that far away. Erika smiled nervously to the girl and continued walking. She had taken only few steps when she heard something, it sounded like gust but there wasn't any wind. Erika turned around, that girl she had just seen was standing where she had been standing, how did she get there so fast? "Hello?" Erika said cautiously. Girl didn't say anything, she was just standing there looking at the ground. Erika still couldn't see girl's face, because girl's hair was covering it. "Are you okay?" Girl didn't answer, she was just standing like a statue. What was that awful smell? like something had burned. Suddenly girl raised her gaze, Erika was now able to see her face. It was completely burned and disfigured. Girl's eyes were glowing red. Erika took a step backward and when she blinked her eyes, girl had suddenly appeared right in front of her. Erika stumbled on her own legs and fell on her bottom. "What the fuck?!" She quickly stood up, turned around and ran. After running half a block she glanced behind, girl had disappeared. Erika didn't stop, she continued running. Soon she reached her apartment, she quickly took key from her pocket, opened the door and went inside. She stood in small hallway, Erika turned around to make sure that the door was locked. "It was your fault" it was barely a whisper but sounded like it was shouted to her. Erika gasped heavily and turned around, there wasn't anyone in the hallway but Erika was sure it had been little girl's voice. She was slightly scared and didn't realize that warm liquid was running down her legs into her shoes and to the floor while she looked around. Little by little she was able to calm down, there wasn't anyone else in the hallway. Erika took a step towards bathroom door that was on her right but stopped and looked down. Her jeans were soaking wet from crotch to all the way down, it also felt like her bottom was wet. Only sides of her jeans were dry. Shoes were full of warm liquid and there was enormous dark patch on the carpet. "Eww what is this?" It took Erika awhile to realize that she didn't need to use the bathroom anymore. "Gross!" Erika took off her shoes and walked to the bathroom, she kept her legs outstretched and walked on her toes. Yasuko was in panic, she could swear that some woman was following her. Ever since she left the coffee shop, she have had the feeling that someone was following her. She had been walking around the neighbouring area whole evening. She couldn't stop thinking about the little girl they had killed or rather Erika had, it was her fault. Few moments ago she had definitely seen that someone disappeared in the shadows when she looked behind, that's when she started running. After running couple blocks she felt like she wasn't able to run anymore but she kept on running. Occasionally she glanced behind and saw a glimpse of someone standing in the shadows, definitely a woman. Finally after running few more blocks, she was at her apartment. Yasuko was so panicked that she dropped her keys first but was able to open the door eventually. Yasuko locked the door and walked to the living room on her left and looked out from the window, she didn't see anyone outside. Yasuko pulled curtains to cover the window and sighed in relieve, she walked across the room to bedroom. Bed was on the right side of the room and on the left was wardrobe and desk, on the desk was laptop. Yasuko sat on the chair and turned on the laptop, she opened web browser and typed news web address. Yasuko gasped as she looked at the first headline, Shrine fire's victim had been 8 year old. Yasuko turned off the laptop, she wanted to cry but she knew that it wouldn't help. There wasn't anything she could do to bring that girl back. Yasuko was tired and decided to go to bed. She took off her clothes and walked to living room, she wanted to visit bathroom before going to bed. She was halfway through living room when she heard a noise, it was coming from the window. Yasuko didn't want to go near the window only wearing orange bra and panties but sounded like someone was knocking the window. She walked to the window and peeked from between curtains, she didn't see anyone. Then without warning a woman appeared outside the window and was staring Yasuko. Woman was tall, she had black hair and she was wearing surgery mask and long white dress. Yasuko shrieked, stumbled while running to the bathroom wich was opposite front door. She locked the bathroom door and fell on her bottom when something hit the door hard. "Go away, leave me alone!" Yasuko yelled while she backed away until she hit the wall. Something hit the door again and sounded like someone was scratching the door. "Stop it!" Yasuko was trembling in fear. Yasuko looked down confused, she had suddenly felt odd feeling spreading at her crotch. Urine was gushing through her panties and formed a slowly growing puddle under her bottom. There she was sitting next to the toilet and wetting herself in fear, she was so afraid that she only felt slightly embarrassed. Yasuko didn't notice that scratching had stopped because her brains still tried to fully understand what had happened. Reika woke up screaming, she sat up and breathed fast. She was sweating and trembling in fear. She had seen so many nightmares during night, problem was that she had no memory of what had happened in them but she had never been so afraid. Reika looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost noon. Reika was about to stand up when she felt it, her bed was soaking wet. She kicked quilt away, bedsheet was almost completely soaked in urine. Reika's panties were like they had been under water. Judging by the size of wet patch on the bedsheet and her soaking wet panties, she probably had at least couple accidents during night. Reika stood up and removed bedsheet, it would take awhile before mattress would be dry. Reika walked out of her room and went to the bathroom. She put bedsheet into the washing machine, removed her panties and bra and put them in the washing machine as well. After taking a long shower she returned to her room and took clean clothes from wardrobe. Red panties and bra, dark blue jeans and black t-shirt. Reika got dressed and walked to the desk, she took her mobile phone and checked it. She had received a message, it was from Erika: Tennis today in school gymnasium at 7PM bitch. Reika typed: I hope you're ready to lose! and sent it to Erika. Soon she received a message from Erika: Only in your dreams. Reika smiled and walked to the kitchen. She made coffee and sat down to couch, took laptop from the coffee table and turned it on. She quickly checked news, there wasn't anything new. Reika took a sip from cup and decided to browse around the internet just for fun. When Reika arrived to girls' locker room it was empty, she knew that Erika and Haruna were always late. While waiting she changed her clothes to sportswear, gray shorts and gray sleeveless shirt. Locker room's door opened when she was putting on shoes, Erika and Haruna walked in. Erika had blue tank top and black jeans. Haruna was wearing light blue jeans and pink t-shirt. "Where is Yasuko?" Erika asked immediately. "Probably on her way" Reika answered. "Call her" Erika and Haruna began to change their clothes, Reika took her phone from locker and chose Yasuko's number from it. "No answer" Reika said after a while, she put phone back to the locker. "Well let's go, get ready to lose Reika!" Erika said and took tennis racket from sport bag. "Only in your dreams" Reika smirked and took her tennis racket from her bag. Erika and Haruna both had black shorts and black t-shirt, they left the locker room first and Reika followed them. It wasn't Yasuko's style to be late, she was always on time. Reika prayed that Yasuko was alright. Yasuko was still feeling dirty, even after taking couple showers. She woke up in the morning sitting on puddle of her own urine, she had been so scared last night that she didn't dare to leave the bathroom. Yasuko cursed while running down the street, she had been hiding in the bathroom whole day and had noticed Erika's message few minutes ago. She had quickly collected her sportswear and tennis racket and was now on her way to the school. She hoped that Erika and Haruna were late as usual. She was couple blocks away from school when her mobile phone started ringing. She took phone from her pocket without stopping and looked it, caller was Reika. She was about to answer when someone appeared in front of her from the shadows and Yasuko stopped like she had ran to the wall. Phone fell from her hand and she took few steps backward when she realized who was standing in front of her, same woman who had been outside her apartment last night. "What do you want?" Yasuko asked. "Am I beautiful?" woman asked. This woman was obviously crazy. "Yes" Yasuko answered. Woman slowly removed surgery mask. "How about now?" Yasuko gasped and backed away. "Yes" Yasuko answered, she wanted to look away. Woman approached Yasuko and soon Yasuko's screams echoed in the night. "You lost!" Erika said. Reika sat on the floor and panted. "You were lucky this time" Reika answered. They were at the gymnasium, Reika and Erika had just played tennis match and Reika had lost clearly. "Your turn Haruna" Reika said and stood up. "Giving up?" Erika smiled. "No, I just have to use the bathroom and I try to call Yasuko again" Reika answered and walked towards the stairs that led to the locker room. "Hurry up bitch" "Fuck you" Reika blurted. "I was talking to Haruna!" "Well, fuck you anyway" Reika ascended the stairs and went to the locker room, she walked to the locker where her belongings were. She took her phone and chose Yasuko's number. After couple seconds Reika heard mobile phone ringing and it was coming from the locker room. Reika looked around, it seemed like phone was ringing in the area where showers were. She walked to the end of the room, there was short corridor that led to the shower area. "Yasuko?" Reika peeked in the shower area. Yasuko was sitting on the floor, she had blue dress. She was looking at the wall. Reika disconnected call. "Yasuko, are you alright?" "Do you think I'm beautiful?" Yasuko asked. "What?" Reika walked closer. "Am I beautiful?" "Well yes, I think you are beautiful" "How about now?" Yasuko turned her head. Reika shrieked and stumbled backward. Yasuko's face was mutilated, her mouth was slit from ear to ear. Blood was gushing from her mouth, there was huge pool of blood in front of Yasuko. "Oh god! What have you done?!" Reika fell on her bottom and she dropped her phone. "She made me beautiful" Yasuko said. "Who? What are you talking about?" "It hurts but now I'm beautiful" Yasuko spat blood from her mouth. Yasuko slowly stood up and turned to face Reika. "I make you beautiful too" Yasuko said and slowly walked towards Reika. Reika now noticed bloody scissors that Yasuko was holding in her right hand. "No! Stop!" What ever had happened to Yasuko, it had pushed her over the edge. Reika watched in horror as her best friend approached her. "Yasuko stop! let me call for help" But Yasuko wasn't listening, Reika stood up and ran. "Don't leave me!" Yasuko said. Reika ran to the locker where Erika's and Haruna's belongings were, she searched their bags but couldn't find their phones. "Reika?" Yasuko's voice was different, she sounded scared. Reika opened other locker and hid in it, it was large enough for her. "I thought you were my friend, you were my best friend" Yasuko said while she slowly walked around the room. Yasuko's voice and words were heartbreaking. "I wanted to make you beautiful" Yasuko was close to Reika's hiding place. Reika slapped her hand over her mouth and tried not to scream, tears were running down her cheeks. Yasuko stopped in front of Reika's hiding place. Reika could see Yasuko from small air hole, she was pale. Suddenly Reika heard loud pitter-patter and something was splashing on her legs, she looked down in horror. Steady stream of urine was gushing from her crotch and partly ran down her left leg. Reika couldn't believe it, she was actually so scared of her best friend, that she was wetting herself in fear. "Reika? I'm scared" Yasuko was walking again but she was moving even slower than before. Reika didn't know how long she was hiding there but it felt like an eternity, she didn't hear Yasuko anymore. Reika opened locker and stepped out. She heard girl's laugh and it was coming from the locker where she had just been, Reika turned around. Little girl in red dress was standing in the locker, she had long black hair and her skin was burned and disfigured, girl was laughing. Reika stepped backward, slipped on blood trail and fell on her back. Girl laughed more and then she suddenly vanished. Reika was breathing fast, she sat up and looked around to see where girl had gone. When she looked on her left she saw Yasuko laying on the floor next to her. Reika screamed and backed away, soon she realized that Yasuko wasn't moving. "Yasuko?" Reika slowly stood up, her legs were trembling and she was barely able to stand. Reika circled around Yasuko and when she saw Yasuko's face, she knew that she was dead. Yasuko's eyes were wide open and just staring. "Finally, what took you so long?" Erika said when Reika walked to gymnasium. Reika didn't listen, she leaned against the wall and tried to find strength to talk. "What's wrong?" Haruna asked. "Yasuko..." Reika was able to answer. "Where is that bitch?" Erika said. "Yasuko...s...she...she's...she's dead" "What! How? When?" Haruna asked. "She's in the locker room, she...she did something to herself" Reika answered. Haruna walked towards the stairs but Reika stopped her. "No, don't go in there. We...we have to call the police, Erika where is your phone?" "It's behind you on the floor" Erika answered. "Haruna call the police, I can't..." Reika said before she collapsed on the floor, exhausted from grief. "Help her! I call the police" Haruna said and ran to the phone. Erika ran to Reika and kneeled beside her but didn't know what to do. End of Chapter 1 I'll wait few days and then post the Chapter 2.
  21. Hey guys <3 Hope you enjoy and as usual any feedback is always appreciated :) Also quick disclaimer and warning: i apologize if what i have written in Finnish is incorrect, i'm not a native Fin and i'm only learning and its the only other language i kinda know :P Also as the tags would suggest there is messing so you have been warned :). Hope you enjoy <3 As Zoey’s horse ambled through the thick mud of the English countryside, she wondered why she was here. She asked herself why she married a man like Adam, a man more interested in war and killing than love and family. But then she remembered, he was rich, vastly rich in fact and that the marriage was arranged by her father as a convenience to protect his own lands from Adam and his band of savage killers. But despite the wealth she had and the style they lived in, she was not happy. Life was a chore for Zoey. Most women work the land, or bring up children but not Zoey. Her future was determined by Adam, and right now they were on route to a summit with a very powerful lord. She enjoyed the lavish dinners and the fancy outfits she could wear but she was not built for travelling endless miles on horseback, especially at the pace Adam and his savages set. The weather was dreadful at best and unbearable at its worst. Rain had battered the land for days on end and the once green and pleasant fields were now reduced to quagmires. Most normal people were sheltered in their homes in front of a roaring fire and that is where Zoey desired to be. But alas, they were miles from their home but fortunately for Zoey they were not too far away from the great lord’s castle. “All right lads, we’ll stop here for a minute. Water the horses and we’ll be off again. I don’t want to be stationary for long.” The voice surprised Zoey as they had been riding in silence for a long period of time, but she was glad for the break as she needed to empty her bladder. The rough terrain and continuous bouncing had taken its toll. As she climbed off her horse she noticed her panties were wet. This wasn’t surprising to Zoey, for whatever reason her bladder control was very poor and to come away with just a small wet spot was a good result for her. Adam resented her for her bladder troubles and often forced her to sleep in a bed by herself, he didn’t enjoy waking up covered in his wife’s wee. Ultimately that is why he had invested in the latest technology of the age; panties. Panties were a new concept and not widely understood, Adam believed they were waterproof which is why he purchased them in the first place, he was mistaken. Zoey found a small clearing where she was sheltered from the eyes of the men, pulled down her woollen trousers and black panties and squatted to relieve herself. Her stream was strong and fast and thundered into the turf below. She peed for a moment of two and then pulled up her clothing without wiping and walked on back to her horse. “You and your fucking bladder. I wanted to be away, what took so long?” Adam demanded of his wife. “It’s not as simple for women to piss outside, we can’t just lob out a cock and start pissing at will. Or aren’t you aware of how the female anatomy is different?” Zoey responded with acid in her tone. The men laughed and so did Adam. “You have a tongue on you, I’ll give you that.” Zoey said nothing. Adam helped her onto her horse and off they marched again. There were maybe one hundred men in Adams band, all of which were killers of the most vicious variety. He collected his men from prisons all over the land. He would visit a prison and pay the governor of the prison a very handsome sum of money and then he would be given the pick of the prisoners he desired. It was a good deal both for Adam and his men. The men owed Adam a great debt for saving them from the gallows and Adam got the men he needed to ravage the land. And of course the governor of a prison would get a great bag of money for his troubles. Adam looked both terrifying and glorious in all his armour and war splendour. He wore simple chainmail polished to a gleaming finish, brown woollen trousers with bright gold knee high boots. His greaves were steel but finished in gold and in the sun they shine and glistened. His helmet however was the thing you would notice first, because it was a wolf skin headdress. In all his war glory he was a truly magnificent sight. And on this occasion he had to be, as he was meeting the great Lord himself. The great Lord was a man steeped in mystery and curiosity. There were thousands of tales about his wealth, his women and his feats in battle. So to be invited to his castle as his guests was considered a great honour and Adam made sure all of his men were in their best gear and on their best behaviour. The great Lord was not a man to cross. As Adam, Zoey and their band of killers approached the causeway leading to the castle, Zoey was struck dumb by the sheer scale of the castle that lay in front of them. The great keep was built entirely of stone and the fourteen towers that encircled it were washed white and could be seen from miles in every direction. The castle itself was built on a volcanic crag, much like Bamburgh castle or so Zoey thought to herself. The grey clouds above really made the site intimidating and Zoe felt her stomach churn. Adam stopped the convoy turned his horse to face his men and began to give a speech when he was interrupted by three riders approaching from the castle. Adam turned his horse again and with Zoey in toe began to ride slowly towards the greeting party. The approaching riders stopped their great black steeds a few hundred paces away from Adam and one of the riders began to speak. “Who approaches the great Lord’s castle? Speak your name and your purpose.” His tone was firm and demanding, clearly not a man to be messed about. “I am Adam. Adam of the Severn estuary and guardian of the Welsh border. The great Lord is expecting me.” He responded in an equally aggressive tone of voice and gestured to his men as well. “So it would seem. You are late however. The great Lord does not like to be kept waiting, particularly by a rag tag bunch like you.” Adam bristled with rage, he wanted to kill the man for speaking to him so disrespectfully but he held his sword hand and his tongue and instead apologized for his lateness and explained that the weather had been against them. Zoey meanwhile was bored. She hated all of this, she saw it as false match bravado and saw no need for it. Once the pleasantries were out of the way they were guided through the main gate into the castles main courtyard. Where once again Zoey was struck dumb, though this time not by the architecture but by the sheer amount of men. There were perhaps three thousand men crammed into the courtyard and on the battlements above, all in full war glory and carrying their lord’s standard; a black crow on a flaming red background. All of the standards blew and twisted in the howling winds. Adam stopped his horse in the middle of the courtyard. Zoey and the rest of the men had stopped a few paces further back. Adam was confused. He had expected a welcome, but not like this and so far, the great Lord himself was nowhere to be seen. “My lord Adam, the great Lord awaits you in the great hall. I will escort you and your men. You are to leave all horses and weapons outside; they will be returned to you upon departure.” The voice was unfamiliar but Adam agreed though adding the caveat that he should be allowed his sword, the voice agreed. They were led through a huge wooden door and entered into the main hall. Though it was not as grand as you would have expected. The dais was relatively small and there were only just enough benches for his men. There were no ornaments to speak off and the walls were simple whitewashed stone, Adam felt insulted. This was clearly not the great hall and there was still no sign of their host. Adam and Zoey took their seats on the dais and their men seated themselves on the benches. There was no food for them only water, and apart from themselves the only other people in the hall were a few maids and servants who were scattered around doing nothing in particular. After man minutes of awkward chatter, the great Lord finally arrived. He was a big man, tall, thickset but he wore nothing except a pair of simple brown boots and brown woollen trousers. His chest was covered in strange patterns and in strange colours. Adam rose from his seat to greet his host but was told to remain seated. The bare chested man slowly approached the dais. Walking up the middle of the benches, seemingly paying no mind to the hundreds of pairs of eyes on him he stopped just in front of the dais and began to speak. “Moi. Minun nimeni on Jatti” Adam was perplexed. This was not a language he had heard before, he looked and Zoey and she shook her head however the man who had led them in whispered what to say in his ear and Adam dutifully repeated it. “Missä vessa on” Laughter burst from the bare chested man and all the other men who understood the strange language. Adam bristled with rage again, he knew he was being mocked. The bare chested man composed himself and spoke again. “Miksi? Oletko peloissasi?” The man howled with laughter. But Adam had had enough. He stood up and demanded to know what was being said. The bare chested man gave Adam a stern look then smiled and spoke again. “I greeted you and told you my name. You then asked me where the toilet was.” There was mocking in his tone but underlying was a savage anger. Adam leaned forward to look into the man’s eyes. They were dark and empty. Zoey’s stomach churned again. “Then what did you say?” Demanded an increasingly angry Adam. “Haha. I asked you if you needed the toilet because you were scared.” Adam said nothing, he just stared at the man. Zoey meanwhile was beginning to shake with fear, her stomach was churning and her bladder was beginning to make pushes to empty itself. “Nothing to say. Shame. Maybe all the stories about you are false, maybe you are just a coward. Maybe the lovely creature to your right is braver than you” The man shot Zoey a dark and terrible look. Zoey’s panties became wet again. “You had better hold your tongue, or ill cut it off and wear it around my neck. Have you seen my necklace of fingers? It’s my pride and joy and I’m always happy to add a couple more to it.” Adam spoke quietly but his voice carried a menace and threat that you could not miss. This was too much for Zoey and her bladder gave way, soaking her panties, pooling at her bum and dribbling onto the cold stone floor and making an unmistakeable sound. Zoey was frozen in place. Her fear had completely taken over her; she was not made for this. The bare chested man heard the splattering of Zoey’s pee onto the stone floor and gave her another cold look. Zoey caught the look and her bladder let go again. More warm pee shot through her already soaked panties and once again splattered onto the floor. She could feel her bowels pushing, but she was determined not to embarrass herself anymore and managed not to soil herself completely, but some poo did escape and the smell was unmissable. The bare chested man began howling with laughter. Adam didn’t laugh however and instead drew his sword. Adam jumped over the dais knocking the bigger man down and holding his sword to the man’s throat. The great Lord’s men all drew their swords but before any blows came forth a booming voice called for calm and all listened. Unfortunately, though, it was too late for Zoey. Her defences had failed and warm mushy poo had filled her once pristine panties. As the voice called for calm she was still in the process of soiling herself and more and more mushy poo was filling her panties at the back and at the front another torrent of wee spurted forth. She no longer cared however and actively pushed out what was left in her bowels and bladder. All the while it was now becoming clear all that what had transpired was one big joke, designed to test the balls of Adam and his band of killers. However, whilst Adam had passed the test, Zoey had not and the evidence was there for all to see as she stood up and poo slid down her legs.
  22. Found myself wondering where on the spectrum of wetting people fall. I myself have come to identify as an incontinence fetishist, so basically everything except pure desperation in which they make it to the bathroom is fun times for me. Would love to hear other people's thoughts on why particular kinds of wetting are hot, or why not, for that matter!
  23. I can't believe this happened to me...I didn't even know I had to pee. I was chatting with a friend on here about my ever-growing attachment and devotion to my Seth Rollins action figure, and whether or not it's unhealthy. His reply went something like "It's probably not, unless you can't leave it." I began writing back that I used to let friends hold him for up to 30 seconds at a time (because everyone should feel the magic of Seth Freakin Rollins! Seriously, he feels wonderful in your hands.) until someone dangled him out the window on Hwy 36, and I freaked. Typing it brought back the feelings of fear and panic I'd had at that moment. Out of absolutely nowhere, my bladder, which I hadn't been aware of until that point, gave the strongest cramp ever, and I was completely helpless to stop the piss. I jammed both my hands into my crotch, and leaned forward, but it just kept coming, and it was coming out fast, the ass of my green Hollister sweats was completely soaked. So were my yellow cotton undies...yellow, hehe. I got piss on my quilt, too, of course, which soaked through to my fitted sheet, and through to the mattress; another stain. The cramp did ease, and only then was I able to regain control and dash for the restroom. That was a first for me.
  24. Leo, as a prince of Nohr, had taken a practical interest in studying strategy. Though Xander was the crown prince, and Corrin had been the one to unite both Nohrian and Hoshidan troops under one banner, it was often either Leo's strategies they used in battle, or Leo who they went to for advice if there were any difdiculties. Being a prince of Nohr, he knew the advantages and disadvantages of each and every class at his disposal. But, now, he had joined Corrin and his alliance of both Nohrian and Hoshidan troops. It was a tactical nightmare! The prince had to learn all new strategies and methods for each and every new class and unit, and then find a way for them to work together. Through hard work and diligence, he had. Finally, he had the entire army working as one, despite their differences. Well, almost. He had one problem, in the form of a red-headed Pegasus Knight. Hinoka. The Hoshidan princess was dedicated, and extremely capable, able to turn the tide of a battle all on her own. Yet, she was impossible to plan around! She would rush ahead of the main force without support, and would act only off of her own instinct when she sensed an opportunity. So far, disaster had been avoided, but Leo decided he should speak with her about it, before it became a serious problem. ~X~ Hinoka was training, putting all of the same devotion and finesse she would use in a real battle to work against a practice dummy. The princess of Hoshido had focused all of frustration at the kidnapping of Corrin into becoming the greatest pegasus knight she could be, so that she could one day get him back. He had returned on his own, and had even managed to unite Nohr and Hoshido against a common enemy, yet Hinoka still trained with the same ferocious determination. Now it was more about finishing the war, so that she might enjoy the peace afterward with her family, friends and retainers. As Leo watched, he was astounded by her strength and speed, and couldn't help but speak with her as soon as she was done. "Now that I've seen your commitment to your training... I can understand how your battle prowess became so well known." the Nohrian prince said, taking her by surprise as she caught her breath. "Prince Leo? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were watching." Hinoka replied, as she wondered what the Nohrian prince might want. "No problem, Princess Hinoka. It's quite interesting to see how both you and Prince Ryoma train." Leo said, "It's no surprise that you were both able to turn the tide of a battle on your own. I used to consider you both incredibly dangerous as enemies... It's reassuring now to have such strong comrades to fight alongside." "Prince Leo, I think you're exaggerating our skill just a little bit..." Hinoka said, taken aback by Leo's praise. "That is unlikely—the power you wield is undeniable." Leo said, having seen their abilities first hand, from the receiving end. "My only critique would be that your style is difficult to build a strategy around." "I don't understand what you mean." Hinoka said plainly. "I'm having trouble creating a plan that accounts for your aggressive attitude. Since you charge the enemy head-on, it'd be best to have a plan that supports you. But I find it hard to predict how you will behave when battle begins." Leo admitted, feeling some slight shame at being unable to plan around her. "Ahhh. Heh, I see what you're saying. A gifted strategist like yourself would be concerned with how things look on paper." Hinoka said, with more than a little derision. "I'm more concerned with how strong I am when steel meets steel. I'll leave you to your board-game strategies." Leo was speechless as Hinoka turned to leave. Though she had called him a gifted strategist, it was with disdain, and she had gone on to trivialize his work. Board-game strategies? He couldn't believe any warrior would say such a thing. The prince sighed, and turned to walk back to his quarters. ~X~ When the army prepared for their next battle, Leo was still bitter about what Hinoka had said. And while part of him wanted to just let her be, and let her ignore strategy if she wished, he couldn't. A greater part of him wanted to stay close to her, to be there to help her and prove her wrong when she inevitably ran into trouble. He knew she was skilled, and knew it might not be this battle, or the next, but eventually she would push too far. And he'd be there to help, and show her that a "board-game strategy" could be as important as strength. ~X~ The battle started out simply enough, with the enemy's units underprepared for the skill and numbers that Corrin could bring to the field. Of course, Hinoka rushed ahead of the bulk of the army, charging them without caution, facing the enemy head on, with little to no support. It didn't matter who she squared up against, she would defeat them. Her skill with the naginata, and her ability to guide her pegasus as if it was nothing more than an extension of herself, formed a wicked combination that not even their strange Vallite opponents could withstand. As Corrin's army struggled to catch up with Hinoka, she couldn't help but feel proud. She looked at the swath of fallen enemies behind her, and knew that she had defeated them all. Several of the enemy remained, however, and the princess knew she couldn't give in to pride yet. As she turned her mount towards the remaining opposing forces, she felt the slightest pressure in her bladder. It seemed that she had neglected an important preparation, and had not relieved herself before the battle. She wasn't worried, though. There were only a few enemies left, and her mount would be able to get her off the field quickly once the battle was over. Before long, she had reached the final group of enemy soldiers. All that remained was a small group of swordsmen, and she made quick work of them. She turned back towards her allies, and saw that they had already cleaned up any groups she had missed. It seemed victory was near, and Hinoka breathed a sigh of relief. She would soon be able to relieve herself, and they would be able to chalk up another victory. She had accomplished a great deal in the battle, entirely on her own. Leo and his strategy was just as overrated as she had claimed, and now she hoped he would see she didn't need anyone's help. Just as victory seemed inevitable, though, more enemy troops appeared out of thin air. One second, the field was clear of any opposing troops, the next there were scores of them. Hinoka gasped in shock, as she and the army suddenly had another battle on their hands. With a quick survey of the enemy, she saw that they had a lot of archers in their ranks. Though it would cost her a lot of her mobility, Hinoka decided that it would be in her best interest to dismount her pegasus, and send it back towards safer ground. The flying horse was much too vulnerable to arrows, and any that found their mark could easily spell disaster for both her and the beast she had bonded with so closely. No, it would be much better to allow her mount to retreat while she continued on on foot. Or so she had thought. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt the fullness in her bladder grow more intense. On the back of the pegasus, it was more of a dull pressure, but once she was standing it hit her as a twinge of pain in her abdomen. She couldn't believe how suddenly the need to piss had struck her, but it would have to wait. Now that she had dismounted, it would be even longer before she would have a chance at relief, and she would simply have to endure until then. But she was durable, and there were many enemies before her that could serve as a distraction. Without even considering allowing her allies to catch up, she headed straight for the enemy reinforcements, striking them as quickly and ferociously as lightning. ~X~ Leo watched as Hinoka rushed ahead, vanquishing many of the first wave of foes. He was impressed, as always, by her skill and strength, and found himself rooting for her even if he wanted her to need his help. But then the second wave materialized, and there were far too many archers for a pegasus knight to be safe. He nearly rushed ahead himself, to either warn her, or force her to pull back with him, but before he could the princess was dismounting on her own. He felt admiration and respect; she had seen the threat on her own, and chose to forsake what was usually one of her greatest advantages before it became a weakness. That respect vanished quickly, however, as she charged into the new enemies, this time without any of the mobility and escapability her pegasus offered her. Prince Leo shook his head, unsure of what exactly went through Hinoka's head when she did something like that. And yet, he wanted to help her, wanted to make sure that if her rash behaviour got her in trouble, nothing happened to her. Though he was careful to keep her from noticing his presence, he was always just a short distance from her, even if it meant he was without support himself. ~X~ Enemies fell to her naginata right and left, struck down like stalks of wheat before a scythe. Hinoka fought even more furiously than usual, her desperation spurring her on. The twinges of pain became more and more frequent, and the constant pressure got worse and worse. She knew that if this battle didn't come to an end soon, she might be in a very bad situation. She also realized, the further she got from the bulk of Corrin's army, that she truly was alone out here. It might have been enough to scare her into rejoining the army, but her success so far drove her on further and further. The enemy's constant presence kept her so focused that she failed to notice that she had one ally much closer than she expected. Finally, she struck down the last enemy that was before her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and allowed herself a brief moment of rest before she turned towards her allies. She would return now, help them finish off whatever forces remained, and then they would return to the castle and she would be able to relieve herself. It would all work out fine, even though she had charged in without support. Leo could keep his board-game strategies, all she needed was her own strength and her own skill! She turned, and couldn't believe her eyes. Yet another group of enemies, much smaller this time, had materialized behind her while she rested. While it was a smaller group of foes, there were faceless among the Vallite troops, and while one on its own was an easy fight for Hinoka, there were two of them, backed up by several swordsmen. She had turned at a good time, as it seemed the Vallites were attempting to flank her, but had not yet gotten into a good position. She could still strike at them without leaving herself completely open to attack from a second direction. She lunged with her naginata, managing to strike the faceless on the right and vanquish the monstrosity. But as she drew back her weapon, and prepared another attack, her body failed her. Another twinge of pain hit her, much more severe than any previous. She gasped, and couldn't help but hesitate as the pain overwhelmed her. The enemy soldiers were still wary, having seen the princess slay a faceless so easily, along with so many of their allies, but the other faceless had no such qualms. It launched itself at her, and was upon her in a matter of seconds. Hinoka saw the beast rear back for a punch, a punch which could mean her end, but found she couldn't move. She was completely paralyzed with fear. Time seemed to slow as the fist grew closer and closer, until Hinoka could bear to watch no longer. She shut her eyes, and whimpered as her fear overwhelmed her. Suddenly, she felt her bladder give out. Warm piss rushed out of her, soaking her clothes and running down her bare legs in rivulets before spashing onto the ground. She was wetting herself in terror, as she waited for the inevitable blow to land. But, nothing happened. After what felt like an eternity, her bladder was empty. Seconds stretched into moments. Finally, she opened her eyes in curiosity. And she saw the faceless and enemy troops wrapped in roots, tangled to the point that they couldn't move at all. The faceless' fist was inches away from her, and she jumped back suddenly, afraid that the monster would break free and attack her once more. When Leo stepped between her and the monster, however, she understood that it was his tome, Brynhildr, that had tangled the enemies up, and knew that she was safe. She smiled at the prince of Nohr, thankful that he had rescued her. But then she felt the dampness of her crotch, and realized he had to have seen her piss herself, and that he was seeing her now, when she was still soaked. Her smile fell, and she averted her eyes, suddenly finding the ground very interesting as her face flushed a bright red. "I...thank you." She said, wanting nothing more than to disappear and pretend none of this every happened. "Don't mention it, Hinoka." Leo said, a slight blush on his face as well. He had never intended to see Hinoka in such a state, never thought that his rescue would be such a close call, but the sudden appearance of the enemy forces had taken him by surprise as well. "I'm just glad I was here to back you up, you could have ended up a lot worse." "I know. If you hadn't been there to support me, I likely wouldn't have made it out alive." Hinoka admitted. "But...you saw me..." "What, piss yourself?" Leo finished, as Hinoka didn't seem to want to say it herself. "Yes. But this has been a long battle, and I'm sure you were terrified, staring down a monster like a faceless all on your own." "I know, but I'm never going to live this down. Not only did I rush off on my own, but I nearly died, and became so scared I pissed myself." Hinoka said. "Well, let's make a deal. You let me back you up from now on, and I'll make sure nobody finds out about this." Leo offered. At first, he wanted her to feel wrong about judging his strategies so harshly, but in saving her, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state, he wasn't really sure what he wanted. But he knew that he wanted her to be safe, at the very least. "Deal. I'd agree to almost anything if it meant this stayed a secret!" Hinoka said, smiling slightly. Maybe having someone to support her wouldn't be so bad, after all. Author's Note: Another commission by Blooper, and my first attempt at writing fear wetting. I hope you enjoy!
  25. Between the ages of 7 and 10 my perception of how long I could “hold it” wrote some checks that my bladder could not cash. Most of the time this over estimation of my bladder control ended with me running to the bathroom suffering a small leak or at most a small wet patch on my pants. Though there were a handful of times that it was much worse than that. The following is one of those times. I was about 8 at the time when my family went to Valleyfair. When we got there we rode a few rides and ate lunch where I course had a few drinks, free refills at an amusement park is just a recipe for disaster. After lunch we got in line for the new roller coaster at the park The Wild Thing, (little back story on the wild thing, 200 ft. drop must be somewhere around 70 degree incline, you go weightless for a while as it goes down, needless to say I was scared just thinking about it) as I stood in line I began to notice that I had to go to the bathroom, this wouldn't normally be a problem but it was a new ride and the line was very long, so I would have to wait awhile before I could even get on the ride not to mention go to the bathroom. As the line wound on so did my need to go. We stood in line for over an hour as my need to go got worse and worse. When we finally got to the front of the line and were getting ready to get on I had to go very badly, enough that I was uncomfortable and fidgeting around a lot. I was so excited for the ride though that I would not even consider leaving the line to go to the bathroom after all 8 years old don’t wet their pants. I got on the ride and they did the whole safety check where they press down on the lap bar which goes directly on your bladder. In my state this was a little bit of a problem, as they pushed down on my lap bar I nearly lost control. Luckily for me and also the ride attendant I was able to keep most of it in, only letting out a little spurt. Enough to wet my boxers but not enough wet my pants. I was pretty nervous as the ride started and with the new found wetness in my shorts I was having some doubts as to my ability to make it through the ride and find a bathroom. As the ride left the loading area and started its way up the hill, my heart was racing, I was terrified, I lost concentration on my need to go and started leaking into my pants. If I could have stopped the ride right then I would have. I was able to get myself back under control but not before a wet patch had appeared on my crotch, big enough that I could not cover it with my hands. My heart sank, even if I was able to make though the rest of the ride and find a bathroom, I had still wet my pants enough already that I would surely be found out. I wanted to cry, my mind was turning with ideas as to how I could explain it, how could I hid it. I was consumed with my worry over my wet pants I almost forgot where I was until we reached the top of the hill. As we went over the hill I looked down (big mistake) my terror level went through the roof and my pants paid the price. Without knowing I started peeing my pants right then and there. Not a leak like before but actually wetting my pants, as I got to the bottom of the hill I realized what I was doing and quickly stopped myself with both hands. I looked at my pants and couldn't see anything more than what I had already done so I was very relieved. I still in my childish mind thought that I could somehow get away with what I done. The ride turned and darted as it wound through corners and hills still terrified of the ride I did not make it through them without rewarming my pants with a little spurt every now and then. When the ride was done and pulling into the loading area I looked down at my pants and saw that my accident still did not show much more than it had before, a fresh wet patch in the crotch of my pants big enough that I could not cover it. I shifted uneasily in my seat my heart still racing and my mind turning not knowing if I would be found out by my family for wetting my pants at 8 years old. As I got off the ride I realized I had been sitting in a puddle, I looked back in terror at the seat and could see that I had indeed left a puddle in the plastic seat I had been sitting in. It was at this time that I could feel that my pants were sticking to the backs of my legs and butt. I was mortified and on the verge of tears as I stared at the seat. My eyes wondered to the person who was waiting to get on the ride as they stared at the seat and then at me, and then my pants. It was as if time stood still, I was frozen I couldn’t move. My Mom came and grabbed me by the arm; I turned to look at her as tears starting to roll down my face. With a concerned look on her face she asked “did you have an accident?” I burst into tears as I shook my head yes. As I walked away a young attractive ride attendant walked up with a towel and cleaner. As I passed her still crying my eyes out she looked at me and said its okay you’re not the first one. Still crying my Mom led me away from the ride, as we departed I could hear the laughter and comments as to my accident. My Mom asked me if I still needed to go, unable to speak I again nodded my head yes so she led me though the park trying to find me a bathroom I could finish up in, but I was a wreck. I cried the entire time we walked through the park, only drawing more attention to myself and my wet pants. It was obvious to anyone who so much as glanced at me what I done. The worst part was I did still need to go. Even though I emptied close to half my bladder on the ride, I still needed to pee and badly. My Mom found a map of the park and stopped to look for where the closest bathroom was. As she searched I continued to cry a little all the while my bladder screamed to be let loose, I started to do a little potty dance like a 3 year old. As Mom looked for a bathroom and I danced my mind started to wonder, here I was an 8 year old crying and doing a potty dance in his already wet pants while his mom led him around in search of a bathroom that he obviously didn’t make it to. Between the crying the wet pants and the desperate need to go; it was too much. I wet my pants standing next to my mom. She must have heard the patter on the ground because she looked over at me as I stood there peeing myself. I didn’t even try to stop it as she led me away out to the parking lot where he had parked the car. Once we arrived at the car my mom stripped off my pants and boxers which were soaked, and cleaned me with a towel she had in the car. I just cried and kept apologizing and saying I didn’t mean too. My mom was very understanding and said she knew it was an accident and that it was okay. She put me in a swim suit she had brought for the water park and led me back to into the park, saying accidents happen but we are not going to let it ruin our day.
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