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  1. Admittedly unsure of where to post it, but I wanted to share this regardless. Apologies in advance. This is something I found while surfing Castlage. It's a flash game that, considering I know zero Japanese, is without context to me. The best way I can summarize is something along the lines of: "Brunette schoolgirl (think her name is Mai) is at a concert, when a lesbian begins to sexually harass her. Unfortunately, Mai also desperately needs to use the restroom. It's your job to decide whether Mai will triumph or falter from this woman's 'techniques' and wet herself!" I tried. Enjoy! http://castlage.com/01/12serviceshotflash10.html
  2. "You've wet yourself, you incontinent little puppy!" Amanda giggles. "I was wondering how long it would take you to find that out!" Moonlight through the open balcony doors reveals a heap of discarded clothes lies on the floor. of Amanda's bedroom in the Tuscan villa. Amanda stands before Callum wearing nothing but a small pair of pink cotton briefs. They are, as Callum has just discovered, wet between her legs. "You would insist on a romantic moonlit stroll through the grounds after dinner when I was bursting!" Amanda continued. "So when you stopped to pee into the shrubbery I just let go and did it standing on the grass behind you. You didn't even notice!" She caresses him through his shorts. "You don't seem to mind all that much" she murmurs. By way of answer, Callum kneels down before her and slowly peels off her saturated knickers. Then he picks her up, carries her over to the bed and gently lays her on it. Arms round his neck, Amanda pulls him down on top of her. ---------- Deciding it is too hot for sleep yet, Angela sits at the desk in her bedroom at the Tuscan villa, catching up on messages and emails. She is still wearing the navy blue one-piece swimsuit she has worn all day. She hears the creak of a floorboard on the landing. Then light footsteps descend the huge wooden staircase. A few moments later, more quiet footsteps and the floorboard creaks again, twice. A door softly closes. Léa, Angela's friend's daughter, is staying at the villa and Daniel, her new boyfriend, also arrived today. With Léa in the only guest bedroom, Angela had made up a bed for Daniel on the sofa in the living room downstairs. Angela smiles to herself. It sounds as though the young lovers have their own ideas about the sleeping arrangements. Angela walks on to her balcony and gazes out across the moonlit fields and cypress trees. She wishes Peter was here instead of back in London managing his property business. Sensuously, she imagines the things they could be doing right now. The night air has cooled slightly. It reminds Angela that she has been putting off having a a pee for some time. She parts her legs and relaxes, hands on hips, enjoying the familiar sensation of spreading warmth in her swimsuit. Her pee patters on to the balcony floor, creating a puddle between her feet. Time for a shower. ---------- Back in her room, Léa gives Daniel a shy kiss. "Are you sure?" he murmurs. Léa nods. Slowly and reverently he lifts her nightdress off over her head. She removes his t-shirt and shorts then, taking him by the hand, leads him to her bed. She is shivering despite the warmth of the Italian summer night so he pulls the coverlet over their naked bodies in a protective cocoon. Their bodies entwine. Instinctively they move to the rhythm of Chaucer's "olde daunce". The climax, when it comes, is so explosive that Léa involuntarily releases a spurt of pee over them both, leaving a patch of dampness on the bed-sheet. With contented sigh, Daniel rolls on his back and Léa lays her head on his chest, one leg over his and his arm around her. All passion spent, they fall into a deep sleep. ---------- A shaft of moonlight through Emily's bedroom window outlines her naked body sprawled on her bed. The bed-cover has been thrown on to the floor. On the table beside her, the water carafe is almost empty. After hours of lying awake and restless in the heat, Emily has finally drifted off to sleep. Now she is dreaming longingly of Jack, who is back in London on flying duties. She dreams of the time in his old Limehouse flat when she had sat on Jack's lap for a cuddle. She remembers how much she had needed a wee. Then she dreams about what she did next. An expanding pool of pee soaks into the sheet beneath her as she wets her bed.
  3. liesjeversteven

    female Wetting scene in "It Follows"

    Hi all, I noticed a wetting scene in "It Follows" yesterday. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3235888/?ref_=nv_sr_1 I was surprised, as you don't see that many wettings in mainstream movies. Even if it is sort of a horror movie. I cut out the relevant part for your enjoyment. It's quite a good movie actually. I enjoyed it, wetting scene or not. Enjoy Liesje It Follows - wetting scene.avi
  4. Drying

    Castlage

    So, I posted this on some other board the other day and now I think I have never seen it on here, so this may be new to some. The URL is http://castlage.com/ It's a website made by a guy named tyao, and it contains a lot of very good Flash videos and images that are definitely relevant. Don't be scared by all the Japanese text. Just click everything. Most of it is good. These are the most interesting: http://castlage.com/01/02gallery.html (videos; also contains bios on the recurring characters) http://castlage.com/01/03illustration000.html (illustrations) http://castlage.com/01/03memorial00001.html (illustrations from when the girls were young) http://castlage.com/01/12serviceshot.html (service shots; again illustrations) Note that for the illustrations, you have to click the links on the pages for making various images appear. Just a little warning: there is some (very tame) pooping content. EDIT: Fixed links that were butchered by forum software.
  5. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  6. ILoveOmorashi

    female Fatima's Anguish

    Oh, I need to make water so badly! Princess Fatima didn’t exactly know how long she had been newly imprisoned in the dungeon, but it was long enough to make her urgently need to urinate. Unfortunately, she could not attend to her need as she was shackled to the wall by her wrists. She did know how exactly she got here, however. She had been on a heavily guarded caravan to Baghdad to be married to Prince Abdul, the son of the city’s sultan. Her father the Caliph had arranged the marriage as an attempt to foster better relations with the rival Abbasid Caliphate. While the caravan was in the middle of the desert, it made a stop as Fatima desperately needed to urinate. Shortly after she finished going behind a sand dune, the caravan was set upon by desert brigands, or that’s what they appeared to be at first. Fatima watched in horror as the caravan was overrun and everyone else---slave and soldier alike---was put to the sword. But when she tried to run away, one of the brigands came up from behind her and hit her in the back of the head with the pommel of his scimitar, rendering her unconscious. She later briefly woke up in a semi-conscious state and was dimly aware that she was being carried. When she came up to, she found herself chained up in this dungeon. She wondered who it was that abducted her as it didn’t look like she was in any brigand hideout. Shortly afterward, a rough-looking guard came in and shoved a pitcher of water in her face. She was so thirsty that she didn’t say anything as he briefly unshackled one hand so she could gulp it all down. Soon it went to her bladder and worse yet, no one else came in the dungeon again for several more hours. Fatima moaned and pressed her knees together. She longed to take off her baggy silk trousers and empty her bladder into the wooden bucket that was placed cruelly at the other end of the dungeon. She knew it was haram to mention her need to relieve herself to strange men, but if she didn’t get the attention of anyone else outside soon, she was afraid she would wet herself. Just then, the iron door opened and two guards stepped in along with an extravagantly-dressed, handsome man in his early 20’s. Fatima was shocked to see that it was Prince Ahmed of Gaza. Fatima knew that Ahmed was always smitten with her, but she never reciprocated it, for she also was aware of his unscrupulous reputation (fortunately, her father was aware as well, so there would be no arranged marriage in the future). However, she never considered that he would be brazen enough to do something like this. “How are you doing this afternoon, my pretty?” Ahmed said, grinning lecherously. Ignoring her bladder, Fatima responded with haughty defiance. “How dare you abduct a family member of the Fatimid Caliphate? My father will have your head!” Ahmed laughed. “And what will that doddering old lump of camel dung do to me if he doesn’t know where you are, let alone that I’m responsible? My men made sure one of your guards was left alive to get news back to Cairo. As far as anyone will know, you were taken by brigands. Even my father doesn’t know you’re here!” The Sultan of Gaza had grown senile and was rarely seen anymore, thus leaving his son as de facto ruler. Ahmed then noticed her trembling, dancing legs with amusement. “Ah, you need to piss, I see.” Fatima’s face turned red with embarrassment, appalled at his vulgarity. “Well, maybe you’ll get to do that when you agree to be my wife without that stubbornness. I prefer spirit in my stallions, not my women. I’ll be back in another four hours.” He laughed again and turned around and walked out. “Hey, wait!” Fatima called out after him, but it was too late. Fatima continued to fidget in despair. Her need to urinate was a white-hot agony now and she felt there was no way she could make it till then. She hadn’t wet herself since she was three years old and she didn’t want to now. There was nothing she could do except try and not to think about it. Miraculously, she was able to do so as the minutes and hours crawled agonizingly by. Just as he said, Ahmed came back. “Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked as he yet again put on his lecherous, sadistic grin. Fatima didn’t care about haram anymore. She had to go NOW. “P-Please, PLEASE unchain me, I really need to pass water, please!” Fatima begged, close to tears. Her legs were involuntarily dancing furiously in place. “I’ll be yours and I’ll do whatever you want, please l…” “And how do I know you’re just telling me what I want to hear so you can urinate?” Ahmed said, clearly enjoying her agony. His two guards also laughed. “Maybe I’ll leave you here overnight until you’re sincere.” “PLEASE, I need to….” Then Fatima just couldn’t hold on any longer. “Oh, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!” She began to cry as urine seemed to explode into her trousers and flooded down her legs. An enormous puddle formed at her feet and the spattering sound echoed off the walls of the dungeon. Ahmed and the guards and stared at the amount of liquid that came out of her with amazement, then they started to laugh. Fatima ignored them as she hung her head down and sobbed with humiliation. She hoped her father would figure out what happened soon.
  7. I didn't know goddesses had bladders

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  8. heartfulwarm

    From my game

    Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  9. A NEW TOILET IN THE HOUSE (NOTE! The following stories will be a bit different from what has been requested! I just want to make sure i took the idea from somewhere on this site!) A couple from New Zealand found their toilet to be broken and they decided it's time to buy a new one but tomorrow cause it's too late(10:30 p.m.) so they will go shopping tomorrow in the morning. Actually, the boy was the only one who went shopping cause his gf is an oversleeper and he wanted to avoid the long lines or queues so he woke up early. When she finally woke up, she saw her bf with the new toilet, but the toilet looked unusual to her as it's a new high technology toilet. It can talk,it can clean itself,the toilet seat can be up and down depends on your vocal message, that means whenever you say flush the toilet, it flushes by itself as an example. And something very interesting: it also has password so you can lock/unlock the toilet at anytime. But she doesn't seem to be so happy. Her: Sorry, babe! I don't want to make you upset but i kinda dislike this new toilet you bought. Him: Are you kidding me? It is like the iPhones we have, a new thing in technology. Please let me show you how does it work! Her: no,no please! away! (a bit mad and slightly pushed his hands away) Him: are you okay, honey? Her: I told you i don't like it so i think i won't use it anyway! It's just so hard for me to get used to some things. He knows her very well, anytime when it's something she doesn't like, she gets so mad that she can push smth or someone so hard even her bf. So he decides to play with her so she can start to behave nicely no matter if she likes something or not. He just dislikes to see her mad for unknown/stupid reason. Him: Fine, you give me no choice. Her: What do you mean? Him: I'm gonna put a password so the toilet will be locked. And don't try to ask me about the password cause you said you will not use the toilet, didn't you? Him: But don't worry i will tell you my password if you change your mind but with one condition: you have to do what i tell you or you can pee wherever you want but i won't do that if i were you. Her: why? Him: cause i don't want to get caught, you know? You have two options, it's your choice,babe. (He left but not before to give her a kiss) Her(realizing she did something stupid): Oh fuck! What have i done? TO BE CONTINUED
  10. Anyone else have this video? It used to be on Vk.com, but the uploader's profile got deleted.
  11. MagicMike123

    female Gone Away

    Side note: Sorry if the quality isn't the best, I wrote it from 2-3 am last night. Please feel free to leave some constructive criticisms in the comments if you feel the need to you. Enjoy. Gone Away Alyssa sat on the couch by the front door of her house. Her parents were standing at the doorway, holding on to their bags. They were leaving to go on a private getaway for the two of them, and only the two of them. Alyssa was angry that she was not allowed to go away with them, being stuck with some dumb baby sitter for two whole weeks. Half a month. ¼ of her summer break. She was in ninth grade. Alyssa heard a car door slam, and then footsteps coming to the door. When Alyssa got up to the door, she saw her babysitter standing outside the doorway, carrying a duffle bag, suitcase and her purse. Hello Becky, Alyssa’s mother said. Hi, said Alyssa’s father. Alyssa, why don’t you greet your new babysitter for the next two weeks, suggested Alyssa’s mother. Hi. Alyssa said grudgingly. Come in, help yourself to anything in the fridge or cabinets Alyssa’s father spoke. Thank you Mr. Rand Becky said. Becky walked over to Alyssa, who stood there looking a bit glum. Hello Alyssa, I’m Becky, your new babysitter for the next two weeks. It’s so nice to meet you! It’s nice to meet you too, I guess, Alyssa responded. Becky seemed a little discouraged with Alyssa’s unhappiness. Alyssa’s father leaned in to Becky’s ear, whispering something to her, most likely telling her that Alyssa was upset she did not get to go on vacation with them. Becky gave a few “uhh hmm”s and Alyssa’s father leaned out. Alyssa, I am sure you are a little angry, but I am going to make sure you have an awesome two weeks with me Becky said. Alyssa cracked a slight smile, her mood brightening ever so slightly. Well Alyssa, said her father, I think it is time for us to leave, oh, and don’t worry, we’ll bring back quite a few treats and souvenirs for sticking out for so long when we get back. I love you honeybun her mother said. I love you more her father said. They both came over and kissed her, said their goodbyes, and left, taking their car to the airport. So Alyssa, how is it going asked Becky. Pretty good, how about you. I’m fine, so what grade are you in? I am in ninth, how old are you? 19 Becky responded. Cool. Cool. So what do you want to do? Alyssa asked. We could go out and get a bite to eat, I assume you’re hungry, having not eaten breakfast yet. That sounds great Alyssa said. Becky set down her bags and they both went out to Becky’s car, a Honda. Alyssa went in the passenger seat and Becky drove. Becky’s car had obviously been tinkered with quite a bit. It had updated interiors and speakers. Alyssa got in the car, sitting down. As Alyssa was going to close the door, Becky stopped it with her sneaker. Safety first she said, buckling Alyssa’s seat belt for her. Becky got in on the other side and flipped a switch on her door, which Alyssa was not sure of what it did. Becky buckled up and started the car, slamming it in to reverse and backing out the driveway. Her seatbelt was very tight, squeezing her firm, perky breasts, to the point where she could barely move, which was a little uncomfortable. Where to? Becky asked. How about the bagel place? Alyssa suggested. Sounds good Becky replied. And they were off. When they arrived, Alyssa went to undo her tight seatbelt. She pressed down on the release, but nothing happened. Alyssa panicked. Becky, the seat belt is jammed! No, no, it’s not Becky said, pressing another button on her door, releasing the seatbelt. That was awfully strange, what car would have a seatbelt that needs to be released by the driver? After breakfast, they went home and hung out for the rest of the day. It was now 8:00pm. Alyssa and Becky were watching a movie, filling up on soda and popcorn. Alyssa had already had three sodas by 9:00pm, tired from waking up early in the morning to help her finish packing, she dozed off. While Alyssa was sleeping, Becky turned the tv to something else, going to her suitcase in the guest room. Becky pulled out three locks and a tight belt. Going, back to Alyssa, who was sleeping on the couch. She put a belt on her tight jean shorts, locking it on with the three locks. Becky couldn’t be sure of the exact outcome of locking Alyssa in her jean shorts, but there was one thing that Becky was sure of, Alyssa would be pretty frantic when she woke up in the morning with a rock hard bladder, unable to use the bathroom. It was 8 am. Becky had already woken up and showered a half an hour before. What the hell? Becky heard Alyssa shout. Becky ran in to the den. She asked Alyssa what was wrong, but she was pretty sure she already knew. What’s wrong? Becky asked. Alyssa was dancing around with a hand in her crotch. Can’t you tell? Alyssa asked angrily, did you do this? Alyssa pulled up her tank top to show the locks on her belt. I’m afraid I did Becky confessed. Why? Unlock these at once, I need to pee so badly! I am also afraid I cannot do that Becky said. What?!? Alyssa yelled, scissoring her legs. Alyssa, I make the rules, and I am sorry to tell you this, but I am putting you on a toilet schedule. What the hell is that? Just let me out, I just leaked a little bit! I need you to calm down, your first bathroom break of the day is in fifteen minutes, you need to wait a little longer. I want to go now Alyssa screamed, stamping her foot. Becky advanced on Alyssa, feeling her bladder for half a second before Alyssa swiped her hand away. This was just as she wanted it. A rock hard bladder denied relief. Please stop, I am about to wet myself! Becky looked glanced at her watch again, 14 minutes she said. Alyssa could not wait 14 minutes, she had already leaked a little out. She knew what she could do, she just needed to cut the belt she had on off. Alyssa pushed Becky aside and ran upstairs to the kitchen, hoping to find a pair of scissors. She ravaged through the drawer, hoping to find a pair of scissors, but to no prevail. She went to her kitchen knives, all of them were gone. Alyssa was hit with a powerful wave of desperation, a spurt leaking out, wetting her womanhood and part of her panties. Alyssa ran upstairs to her room, checking her desk, no scissors either. What the hell was going on? Becky must have removed all the scissors. Alyssa stood in the mirror, a small wet patch lay on the crotch of her jeans. Suddenly more came out, Alyssa shaking and shoving her hands in to her crotch, leaking more and more. When she finally was able to regain some control, she checked and noticed the golf ball sized wet patch had turned in a patch a little larger than a baseball, spreading ever so slightly. Five minutes later, Becky took out the key for Alyssa’s locks. Alyssa was sitting on the toilet, trying to sit still. Alyssa could barely stop, she looked down, a little puddle of pee resting below her. Becky unlocked the last lock. Alyssa forced her pants off, pee spraying on to the floor and toilet cover before she could even open the toilet. Alyssa finally pulled up the top, a torrent spraying out for almost a minute straight. When Alyssa was finished, there was pee dripping out of her, pee dripping from her woman hood and pants on to the floor, soaking her socks. She was shaking, Becky watching the entire fiasco. Well if you couldn’t hold that in, you are going to have a hard time for the next two weeks. A very hard time Becky said, Alyssa still shaking, panting, covered in her own urine from the waist down.
  12. Bulge_Lover

    Alexandra the Pee Robot

    Author's Note: We're in the future, everyone. Virtual reality is happening. We're growing viable human organs and actual edible meat in tanks. We can 3D print anything imaginable. However, one aspect of the future that seems to be stagnating is robotics. Even the most advanced robots we have today stumble around like drunks and can only perform very basic functions. Beyond this, there is no source of energy that can keep them up long enough to be useful members of society. When robotics does reach the point of true functionality, I can guarantee that one of the first fully-operational robots available to the general public will be a sexbot. It's just how humanity works. Sex drives everything forwards. At best, it will be an artificially intelligent woman that simply feigns consent. At worst, a robotic meganymphomaniac that has nothing resembling intelligence, artificial or otherwise. As a feminist, the idea of sex dolls and sexbots has been a long contested issue for me and people like me. On one hand, such products cater to men who believe that women should behave as objects, silent bodies that are there for sexual pleasure and nothing more. Having things like this available may hurt society by making men like this feel accepted and content with their disgusting ideals, rather than being forced to learn how to be better. On the other hand, who can say that any of these men are capable of being better? After childhood, it's nearly impossible for someone to change the way they feel about an entire group of people. It's 2018 and we somehow still have racists and homophobes and misogynists and transphobes. Is it not better to have a nonliving object take the brunt of their abuse rather than the real women who they would approach otherwise? It's an incredible ethical dilemma, and something that's fascinated me for years. It's not only about consent, however. Would a homosexual person, unable to come out of the closet due to cultural or familial pressure, be able to find comfort in a robotic companion? Would a man who takes care of his elderly parents and has no time for a relationship be in the wrong for wanting such a thing? It's so interesting to imagine a future like that, and I've only recently thought about incorporating these thoughts into a story. This story is very plot and background heavy. It might not have as much desperation as some of you might like. I do know that many of you appreciate a good story though, and I certainly loved writing it. Enjoy. ******************** Chapter One: The Order ******************** Alexandra Li sat down in the chair in the center of her empty office. She yawned and stretched her arms wide, turning her neck in a circle. Her shoulder-length black hair tickled her biceps as she stretched, and she gave them a rub to ease the annoying itch. She reached into her shirt pocket and withdrew a small device, similar to a pair of glasses but with very wide, curved lenses and two metallic discs attached half way down the earpieces. She slid her rose-pink Ether Eye over her hair and settled the neural sensors against her temples. Three seconds later, she was in. The year is 2084. Life is better than it's ever been. In the year 2055, the United States of America suffered its second Civil War. Society was on the verge of collapse, the unchanging government allowing the country to burn in poverty, sickness, and hatred. Nobody knew how it started, nobody knew how it was organized, but in the years leading up to the war, the oppressed of the nation finally banded together to do what they had to do to secure their future. The poor, the women, the black, the Hispanic, the homosexuals, the transgendered, everyone that the government hated armed themselves and took the fight to the nation's capitals, fulfilling the very purpose that the Second Amendment was created for. Three hundred thousand people died before the President fell and the nation's surviving leaders fled for their lives. The military eventually refused to continue firing on the people it was meant to protect. Politicians were replaced with scientists and professors, the most intelligent and logical men and women alive, and they worked tirelessly to design a society that would never suffer. Contact was cut with every country that refused to meet a basic moral standard. The United States, over ten hard years, developed into the world's first fully self-sustained country. Nobody wanted for anything. While most could get what they wanted in real life, there were many who could only find true satisfaction in the Ether. Over the past sixty years, the population of the United States never stopped growing. There was barely any untouched land left, only protected national parks and small forests that had been regrown since the nation's new leadership put the environment above greed. For someone who wanted to experience the unknown, for the person who truly wanted to live for themselves, there was only the Ether. A Virtual Reality program, only perfected in the year 2078. It took five years for the world of the Ether to be created. You see, no single person developed the Ether. It was built as an empty void where thought is given form, born from the minds of everyone who connected to it. As all things designed by the general public, it was nothing but chaos in the beginning. However, its creator continued to add and edit parameters until it became an entire, functioning solar system that could fulfill the dreams of anyone who loaded into it. And I'm selling god damn sex bots. Alexandra sighed as her avatar sat up in bed. She glanced around her bedroom and immediately noticed two problems. “Jess, why the hell do I have red hair again, and where did my bra go?” A female voice shouted out from the next room; “You only subscribed to the hair customization pack for a month, remember? It ran out. And a customer wanted to see how his bot's breasts would look in a push-up and I didn't want to waste the money on buying one when I could just take it off your avatar. Why do you wear a bra in here anyway? Just like...imagine them more perky and less...nipply. And even if you do wear it, why the hell do you sleep in it?” “I prefer feeling like my real self and you don't feel discomfort in here, so why bother taking it off? Also, please stay away from my tits while I'm Earthed, thank you very much,” Alexandra grumbled as she walked into the main of the shop. Jess stood there poking around the naked body of a black woman, squinting as the limbs were subtly enlarged or shrunk at her touch. “Did you make the sale?” “Aye,” Jess answered. “Just a simple Version Three. The twenty thousand is already in your account and the bot should be printing at the warehouse right now.” Alexandra flexed her lips. “Haven't sold a V3 in months. You couldn't talk him into the five? It's only three thousand more.” Jess blew a raspberry and shook her head. “Jerk specifically requested the V3 because 'it doesn't talk.' He just wants something that moves around to stick it in.” “Luckily that kind of shit is getting rarer and rarer,” Alex said with a disappointed grimace. “Why do you do this?” Jess asked loudly. “I know how important women's rights are to you, so why create and sell these?” “It's honestly just about the money. There's dozens of companies that make bots, but I'm the one and only woman in the business. I use my own experience, my own sexuality, my own soul, so to speak, to make them the most realistic that exist. The men who buy from me usually at least want the illusion of intelligent thought in their bots, that's why it hurts when they want the old ones. I should really just stop selling them, but we still have about a dozen V3 chips left over. Might as well get some cash out of them.” “Makes sense to me,” Jess mumbled. “I have to say, opening your shop in the Ether was a brilliant idea. People can see perfected mock-ups of what their bot would look, act, and sound like, and they can request any modifications in person. You can't be robbed, or scammed... It's seriously smart.” “I'm just surprised I found someone willing to work in an Ether store,” Alex laughed. “Most of the time when people are in here, they want to fly around the system, or get into fights, or do anything other than work, really.” “Hey, you're paying me real money, so fuck it,” Jess yawned. “Here's your bra, by the way.” She summoned the pink, cotton garment with a flick of her wrist and tossed it towards Alexandra. She caught it, thanked Jess, and pulled up her pajama shirt. Jess looked towards Alex as she reached to clasp it behind her back. “C'mon, boss, just equip it. Why do you have to do everything manually?” “It's hard to explain, Jess,” Alex sighed. “It's like I feel less connected to the Ether if I take advantage of its mechanics too much. By binding my actions to reality, it feels...bigger.” She exhaled as she finished settling her breasts in the cups of the bra. “Do you get what I mean?” “I don't agree with it, but I do get it,” Jess said as she shrunk the digital bot in front of her to the size of a Barbie doll, seemingly satisfied with its appearance. She set it on the counter with the rest of the display bots and stood up. “You should get dressed properly, we open in five minutes.” “Yeah, yeah,” Alex droned. She stepped back into her room and tossed her pajama shirt and shorts and opened the drawer next to her bed. She withdrew a purple long-sleeved tee and a pair of black jeans, as well as a pair of purple microfiber brief panties. She got dressed quickly before opening her avatar menu and repurchasing the hair customization pack, this time permanently, and setting her hair to her usual black ponytail. “Just bought the hair pack permanently. So much for the money from the V3. Worth it, though. The one thing the Ether lacks is ordinary hair dye.” “Why the shit did you select red hair in the first place if you don’t like it?” Jess chortled as Alexandra stepped back into the showroom. “Hey, I was a teenager when I got in here originally, I thought it made me interesting. And I seem to remember that your avatar was a man when I first met you, so you’re one to talk.” Jess nodded and grinned. “Yeah, I hadn’t quite figured everything out yet. At least I get to live as myself in here, until I build up the guts to get SRS. As much as I want to feel like a true woman, it’s scary.” “You are a true woman, Jess,” Alexandra encouraged her. “Never forget that. Not your fault that the biological 3D printer goes fucky now and again. Take all the time you need, but you should go for it soon.” “I will. I don’t want-” Beep! The two women jumped slightly and turned to the door as the first customer of the day walked in the very second the store opened. One thing about the Ether is that anyone could be anywhere at any time if they so wished it. The man was fairly ordinary looking, he had a slender build with short brown hair, and he was wearing dark grey slacks and a collared shirt. Either this guy doesn’t have much money, or he chooses to look normal like I do. Alexandra gave him a wave. “Hello! Welcome to True Intimacy Robotics. My name is Alexandra and this is Jess. What can we help you with today?” The man coughed slightly into his fist, despite there being no need for such a thing in the Ether. He stood in a slight slouch, and nervousness was written all over his face. “Uhm, hi there. I… Uh…” “There’s no need to be nervous,” Alexandra spoke up. “I know it seems like weird business, but you’re completely anonymous here, and it’s not like you’re the first person we’ve sold to. Please relax and come have a look at what’s available.” The man nodded and grinned as his shoulders seemed to relax a bit. “I apologize. It’s just so strange, standing somewhere like this.” He eyed the rows of twelve-inch tall women that lined the walls of the store, still clearly embarrassed. “I’m pretty new to the Ether, so it still feels super real for me.” Jess giggled and leaned her head back. “Yeah I understand completely, I was here before it was even finished and it’s still crazy trippy sometimes.” The man sniffed and nodded again, finally approaching the counter. “I’ve heard you take custom requests here. I know other companies do as well, and being completely honest I’ve heard that your prices are up there...but the idea of having my bot created by women is really attractive to me. I feel like it would be more, I don’t know, real?” “We get that a lot,” Alexandra confirmed. “I promise you, every bot is designed in the utmost detail, modeled around my own body and modified to cater to every possible wish of the customer. You can choose her face, hair, skin color, bra size, labia style, even blemishes and other imperfections to make her seem more authentic.” The customer looked taken aback. “They’re modeled around your real body? Isn’t that weird for you?” Alexandra shook her head. “I’m very proud of my body, and I only want the best for my customers. I’ve even had numerous requests that the bot match me exactly, face, genitals, and all. Now THAT was weird at first, but I’m certainly used to it by now. Since I sell through the Ether, no customer ever has actual contact with me, so I never feel unsafe.” “I get it,” he said. “Honestly, you are incredibly beautiful, I can see why some people would want that…” he trailed off. “Would you?” Alexandra offered. He coughed again. “I mean - I uh, I wouldn’t…” “It’s alright if you do. Like I said, it’s happened many times before, and it saves me the trouble of designing a new body and A.I.” “Yeeeaahhhh, that’s the thing,” the man said, grimacing slightly. “My custom request doesn’t have much to do with the appearance of the bot. I’m wondering, do you cater to more...unique fetishes?” Alexandra nodded happily. “Indeed. Of course, we don’t offer any bots that resemble kids or teenagers, or any bots that can act violent with their owners, but we have A.I. programs ranging from dominatrixes, to submissives, to keyholders, and so on. What’s your poison?” The customer looked extremely uncomfortable. “I’ve never mentioned my kink to anyone before now, excuse me. I’m wondering if… if you can create a bot that can pee.” Alexandra scoffed. “Of course, that’s an easy one. Tons of people who want the most realistic experience possible request such things. She’ll use your toilet every two to three hours, varied, as long as you have her drink water. You can watch if that’s your thing, or have her pee on you, or whatever you want.” “Yeah no that’s not my thing,” he muttered. “I should have been more specific. What I want is a bot that can...you know, hold her pee. Like a real woman can. Where a bladder fills and she begins to squirm and moan, and her belly bulges out when she’s full. I want a bot that can become authentically desperate to pee, that can wet herself when she reaches her ‘limit.’ I want it to look, feel, and sound as real as it possibly can.” Alexandra blinked. Jess was still standing behind the counter, her mouth held slightly open. “Well... “ Alexandra started. “That’s definitely a unique request. I’m aware such a fetish exists, but I’ve never even considered installing such a system in a bot before. It’s totally possible, but I would have to design an entirely new skeleton with new internals, as well as code her from scratch. You’re looking at a very expensive bot here, and it would take a long time to design and build.” “Three million dollars,” the customer said loudly. “If you can produce a bot that meets my every wish, I’ll pay you three million. I don’t know if she’d be worth less than that, but you would be fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of mine and I’m glad to overpay to assure that you create the best bot that you can.” Alexandra went weak in the knees. If the Ether had been any more cartoony than it already was, her eyes would have transformed into dollar signs on the spot. “Done,” she blurted without a second thought. “We need to discuss the actual bot though. What do you want her to look like? Act like? Sound like?” “I’ve actually written down a list of parameters, assuming you’d take the job,” the customer stated, reaching into his shirt pocket and withdrawing a small envelope. “Like I said, I don’t care much about the way she looks. In fact, I’d rather enjoy being surprised when I come back to confirm the order before you print and ship. My one request is to not make her too short, please. About your height would be perfect. However, I very much care about her personality and behavior. You’ll find everything you should need in this letter.” Alexandra reached out and took it, staring at it inquisitively. “I’ve never had someone hand me an actual note in here,” she laughed. “I like it though. Let’s see here…” She flipped the envelope open and took out the paper within and began to read off the list. “Strong personality, she should have a mind of her own. She should have the ability to blend in with humans and to live her own life when I’m not around. When her bladder is full, she should exhibit pleasure and excitement, not fear or humiliation, unless she is in public. Her bladder capacity should be large but not unrealistic, and she should be able to improve her capacity over time, as if she’s training to hold more. When her bladder is very full, it should appear large and round from the outside, and it should feel hard as a watermelon. Water she drinks should enter the bladder at about the same rate it would in a live woman. She should behave just as a real woman would if she was on the verge of wetting herself. Examples include squirming, moaning, sweating (if possible,) flushed skin, minor leaking before she loses control, and so on. The bot, while interested in me sexually, should be unable to simulate love and should treat me as nothing more than a friend if seen by anyone aside from myself…” Alexandra trailed off. The customer was staring at her with a half-embarrassed, half-hopeful look on his face. “So...think it can be done in a way that’ll meet my standards?” Alexandra exhaled slowly and clenched the letter between her fingers. “Do you have any idea how complicated this would be? I’d be essentially building you a thinking, willful fuck buddy. I have no A.I. programs that can “live their own life,” that’s usually the exact opposite of what men want when they buy from me. I would have to start entirely from scratch.” “I’m not like those men. I have my reasons why I can’t seek out a live woman to engage with, but I don’t want someone who’ll just submit to me. I want this to be as real as it can possibly get. I want her to be a friend with benefits, who happens to share my biggest kink and enjoys it the same way that I do. Can you do it? Would you need more money?” Alexandra barked out a laugh. “Nah, I wouldn’t need any more money. It will take a long time though. Months, if not over a year.” “I understand,” the customer said. “I’m no robotic engineer but I do know how complicated it can be. Take the time you need. Just please keep me informed.” “Will do. So, we have a deal?” “Indeed we do,” the customer said with a wide grin. “I’ll email you my contact information if you need to ask me anything while I’m not in the Ether. Have a lovely day.” Alexandra smiled and nodded as she reached out to shake his hand. At that, he turned and strode out the front door before he vanished into thin air. After he was gone, the two women looked to each other, both visibly concerned and entirely stumped. “How the hell are we going to build this?” ************************* Chapter Two: Change of Plans ************************* [FOUR MONTHS LATER] “No, it’s too small,” Alexandra groaned as she watched the restrained stream of liquid spray from the bot’s urethra. “In all the research I’ve done, when women need to pee really badly, it looks like the spray from a garden hose. The opening needs to be more flexible.” “Isn't it literally identical to your real body? You must just have a tiny pee hole,” Jess complained as she shoved a hand between the robot’s legs to stop the flow. "I wasn't exactly thinking about the flow rate of piss when I printed the last batch of vulva," Alex sighed. "I'm gonna have to modify it a bit." "We'll sort it out later then," Jess mumbled. “And when are we gonna install some kind of valve in this thing so I don’t have to grope her whenever we need her to stop peeing?” “I actually have that scheduled for tomorrow,” Alex stated. “I was expecting it to take longer than this to get to the peeing mechanic, so I didn’t think too much about it.” “Well you saved a lot of time by deciding to go with your own body. You sure it’s a good move?” “Yeah,” Alex confirmed. “He seemed interested in the idea before the subject changed, and he said to surprise him. Doesn’t hurt that it saves time either, as you said.” “Have you started working on the A.I. yet?” Jess asked. “I have a feeling that’s gonna be the hardest part.” Alexandra sighed deeply. “Well I’ve copied most of the A.I. from another version of Robo-Me. I still need to program a very convincing illusion of free thought and all the pee stuff though. It’s not gonna be easy.” “I had a nutty idea last night,” Jess muttered. “He wants this to be authentic, and I don’t know if you’d be willing to do it, but…” “Come out with it,” Alex said, waving her right hand in a small circle. “Well, I had the idea that you should maybe drink a load of water and actually get super desperate to pee while you’re wearing your Ether Eye. It’ll record everything your body’s feeling while it’s on, and you might be able to modify that data into parameters that will work for the bot.” Alexandra opened her mouth, ready to shut down the idea due to the biological data collected by the Ether Eye being far too limited, but the sheer audacity of it gave her pause enough for her to notice the smallest bit of genius in it. “Wait… You mean monitor myself as my bladder fills to the point of me having an accident and then use the real experience to design the robot’s behavior through NatEd?” “What the hell’s NatEd?” Jess asked with a shrug. “Natural Education. It’s a sort of experimental A.I. editing software that allows A.I. to imitate what they see humans do. The problem is, humans do WAY too many things for any current processor to handle. However, if I modified the program to ONLY pick up my behavior for a few hours as I’m trying to hold my pee, it should have no problem collecting such limited data. I could repeat the data collection in a bunch of different scenarios and meld them so the bot never behaves the exact same way. It...it could work! It would save so much time and money! Fucking hell, Jess, you’re a genius!” Alexandra practically skipped around the table and grabbed Jess in a powerful hug. Their happiness was quickly interrupted as the robot immediately began spraying water on them the moment Jess released her grip. Cursing and wiping her face, Alexandra removed the one liter water bottle that they were using as a temporary bladder as they experimented with flow rate. Damp but still delighted, Jess set the bottle down and smiled widely at Jess. “We’ll really be able to do this. It shouldn’t take any more than two more months.” “That’s amazing,” Jess breathed. “We should-” Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Alexandra sighed and reached into her bra, withdrawing her Ether Eye. In the front lens, she saw the face of the customer who had ordered the bot in the first place. She tapped the ‘Answer’ icon and placed the Eye onto her head. A moment later, she was sitting in a leather chair in front of a brick fireplace, the customer sitting slightly to her left. “Sorry to call you so late at night, but I have some unfortunate news,” he said softly. Alexandra’s heart immediately sank into another dimension. God damn it. He won’t have the money. He got a better deal from a different company. He got his life together and decided this was a bad idea. What’s the excuse gonna be? “I just learned that I’m moving to San Francisco. The company I work for is opening a new office there and they want me to head it. The pay is...unbelievably superior to what I make now. I had to accept. I move there in one week.” Alexandra exhaled in relief. “So what? We can ship anywhere in the United States.” “Oh no,” the customer breathed. “You really didn’t hear? California outlawed the sale of synthetic companions just about two weeks ago. People who already own one can keep them, but any coming into the state will be confiscated and destroyed. I can’t risk all the money going to waste if I can’t get it smuggled in safely after I move here… I’m afraid I have to cancel the order. I’m so sorry.” Jess could hear the conversation as her own Ether Eye was set to pick up any interactions on Alexandra’s business channel. Her face fell into complete despair as she simultaneously felt the loss of one and a half million dollars and three months of hard work. Alexandra, however, remained unusually stoic. She was silent for a long while. “Alex, you there?” the customer asked. “Yeah,” she said loudly. “Listen, we’ve done some astounding work here. The bot is basically complete. We can have her fully functional in three days.” Jess opened her mouth silently, staring at the dismembered and useless mess of steel and SynthSkin that lay on the table in front of her. “Trust me,” Alexandra continued. “This is the closest I have ever come to replicating a real human woman. She moves naturally. She even has a simulated heartbeat and breathes like a real person. She’s more than capable of holding a conversation. You could drive right across state lines with her in the passenger seat and nobody would be any the wiser. I swear to you, she’ll pass until you have her in your new home.” “I don’t fucking know,” the customer moaned, frustration filling his voice. “I want this so badly, but I’m so worried!” “Listen to me,” Alex stated slowly and surely. “If the bot doesn’t get across state lines, I will not charge you a penny. That is how confident I am in my work. She will pass as a living, breathing human to anyone who doesn’t stick their arm down her throat. This is the most advanced bot I’ve built in my entire career. Please don’t make it go to someone who won’t fully appreciate it.” There was a long pause. “Alright,” the customer said. “I’m in. Have her at my house before I have to leave and we’ll see what happens from there. Don’t worry about showing her to me in the Ether. I trust you. Just get her to me.” He stood up and vanished, and Alexandra removed her Ether Eye to see Jess standing there with her eyes wide and her arms held out in the most obvious “What the FUCK” stance possible. “Alex, are you completely insane? The bot would never pass scanners, even if she was finished. And it would take us a month to even build the body, let alone program her. What on Earth are you trying to pull here?” “It’s three million dollars, Jess,” Alexandra mumbled. “You’re right. The bot will never make it across state lines. But I will.” Jess blinked and dropped her arms. “What?” “In four days, I’m going to deliver myself to the customer’s home. I will play the robot version of myself until you can finish building her body. I’ll program her in my Ether Eye on my own time whenever the customer isn’t around. When she’s complete, we’ll find some way to smuggle her in and switch me out with her. The cost of such a thing won’t even be a small fraction of three million dollars. One thing I said wasn’t a lie: This is the most advanced bot I’ve ever designed. She is my exact physical counterpart. She has the newest version of SynthSkin. She’ll have a self-lubricating and self-cleaning vagina. She’ll have body heat, she’ll have body hair, she’ll be able to sweat and cry. We can pull this off. I can pull this off.” “You are fucking insane,” Jess snapped. “Even pretending it’s possible to live as a bot for months, and completely ignoring the fact that the guy could beat you, or rape you, or even kill you, thinking you’re an unliving object... do you get how simply UNETHICAL it would be? What an obscene invasion of his privacy? Wait, that’s not even it. If he has sex with you, YOU would be raping HIM. He would not be consenting to real sex with a real woman. Come on, Alex, you can not do this!” Alexandra stood still, her brows furrowed. “Jess...it’s three million dollars. And it would all be gone if I don’t do this.” Jess looked absolutely flustered. Her eyes were wide in a combination of disbelief and panic, and she crossed her arms tightly. “We can’t,” she moaned. “Think about it. He’d want to have sex with you all the time. And this weird-ass fetish that he has… He’d never let you go to the bathroom. You’d be peeing yourself constantly. And it would be real pee, not just water like with the bot. You’d never pass.” “I can do it,” Alexandra insisted. “I never told you this, but working as an escort is how I originally earned the money to start my business. I’m no stranger to sex with random men. I’ve lived with clients before. This is no different. The pee stuff is going to be...strange, to say the least, but for three million I would do a lot worse. I can pass off the pee seeming very real with some scientific mumbo-jumbo that he won’t understand. And look on the bright side: The more I hold my pee, the more data I collect for the bot.” “You need to be wearing your Ether Eye to collect said data. How’s that gonna work with the guy staring at you?” “I can rig the Mindlink to operate without the eyepiece. It won’t be visible under my hair.” “Insane. This is…” Jess threw her arms up in the air in frustration. “You can’t be serious, Alex. If he figures it out, and he fucking will, it would end the business. You would get thrown in jail! You would literally be breaking into his home! The more I think about this, the worse it is!” Alexandra took a deep breath. “Jess, this is happening. The more time you waste arguing, the less time we have to work on the bot together before I have to go to the customer. Think about what one and a half million could do for you. Are you in or are you out?” Jess was nearly shivering from worry at this point. She stared between Alex and the unassembled parts on the table. “I don’t know if I can build this myself,” she mumbled. “I know the basics, but between the new skeleton and the urinary system...I don’t know.” “You’ll be alright, Jess,” Alex assured her. “I trust you, and I’ll be in the Ether every waking moment that the customer isn’t at home. He’s moving for some fancy job so he’ll probably be out all the time. I can design for you in the Ether, all you have to do is put together the parts when they’re printed. I’ll worry about organizing the smuggling operation when she’s complete. You just build, like you always have.” Jess was nearly crying due to pure stress at this point. She bit her bottom lip and paused for five seconds as Alex stared at her. “Fine. Fucking hell. Let’s do this.” ************************** Chapter Three: First Impressions ************************** Alexandra stepped off the train and wiped sweat off her brow as she held her legs together tightly. She withdrew her Ether Eye from between her breasts and slid it onto her head. A row of bright purple arrows instantly formed on the sidewalk in front of her, navigating her towards the customer’s home. Despite the unfathomable absurdity of what she was about to do, there wasn’t a shred of doubt in her mind. She fully understood how wrong it was, but she was throwing her morals aside for money. If I’m aware that I’m a terrible person, that makes it a bit less bad, right? She sighed and began to follow the trail. Damn, I gotta pee. That’s fine though, the customer will get a taste of my - the bot’s - potential right off the bat. I just hope I can make it there… It was a mile and a half walk to the customer’s home through crowded suburban streets. There was an unusual number of people out and about for such an area, and Alex attributed it to the opening of a new Ether Wars arena near the center of town. Everyone did seem to be moving in one direction. She paused a moment and squirmed, glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee... Alexandra tried to pick up her pace, grimacing as her bladder bounced with each step. I’m gonna be feeling like this a lot in the coming weeks. I better get used to it fast. She walked on and on as her bladder continued to fill. The great discomfort evolved into true desperation as she stepped onto the customer’s street, and she still had half a mile to go. While people walked by on the larger street behind her, the road she was on was empty and she took a moment to hold herself under her loose knee-length purple skirt. Ah, fuck… She hadn’t even noticed, but she could feel that her red cotton panties were very slightly damp. I really don’t think I leaked. Is it just sweat? Absent choice, she just forced herself to continue on. She turned her attention to the houses that surrounded her as she walked. While there were small residences on the other road, this street was home to nothing short of mansions. Bright green lawns spread in every direction, each home modern and angular and clearly worth millions. This is definitely the right street. Finally, after five more minutes in her desperate hobble, the arrows in front of her eyes turned into a driveway a few meters ahead of her. She stowed her Ether Eye back in her bra so the customer wouldn’t see it. I gotta find a place to hide it in his home, fast. I’m sure he’s gonna want at my tits sooner rather than later. She turned into the driveway and exhaled as she saw the pure wealth that was at work here. Four cars, all the most expensive and exclusive available, sat in an open garage. Crowding the garage door were nearly a hundred boxes, and two self-driving moving trucks were parked on the left side of the driveway. At least I won’t have to help the guy pack very much, it seems. Not looking forward to lugging all that shit into the trucks though. Her thoughts drifted back to her distended bladder as she approached the door. No turning back now. Steeling her heart and clenching her legs, she reached out and knocked on the door. And then she waited. After thirty seconds, she knocked again. Growing impatient and ever more desperate, she clenched her fist, ready to pound on the wood, when she heard shuffling from inside. The doorknob rattled softly, and then it turned… The door opened inwards, revealing the very last thing that Alexandra would have imagined. A young and slender woman with her long, straight hair dyed a light shade of violet, wearing green pajamas with purple flowers all over them. What the fuck? Is this his sister or daughter or something? The fuck do I say?” “Oh my god,” the woman breathed, her eyes growing wide with pure excitement. “You’re… You’re here. You’re so beautiful. I expected you in like, a box or something, not just...standing here.” Without another word, she lunged forwards and wrapped her arms around Alexandra, hugging her as tightly as she could. Alex gasped and buckled at the knees as the woman’s belly pressed against her full bladder, but she returned the hug, more out of reflex than anything else. Alex was just stunned. “You’re a woman,” she blurted out. “I never-” Alex’s voice caught in her throat. I need to be careful. I know I’m supposed to be realistic, but I’m still a bot. “I wasn’t programmed for a woman. This is an unexpected variable.” The woman giggled excitedly, leaning her face on Alex’s breasts. Alex grimaced, worried that she would feel the Ether Eye in her bra, but luckily it seemed to be tucked in well enough. “Yeah, I couldn’t go in as my usual avatar for this, for obvious reasons. I just picked one of the default guys for maximum anonymity. Is this alright? Oh, please tell me this is alright?!” “It’s fine,” Alex exhaled. “As I said, this is unexpected, but I am equipped with a smart learning program that will get me up to speed quickly enough. Our first interactions should be no different than a woman having her first, erm, lesbian experience.” “That’s wonderful,” the customer said softly. She was still hugging Alex tightly. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re...insanely realistic. You’re warm, and soft, and your skin…” She finally broke the hug, reaching up and touching Alex’s left cheek softly. “I can feel your breath on my arm… You really will pass as a human. I was so skeptical, but there’s no doubt about it now. You are magnificent.” Alex didn’t know what to say. She was still stunned at the revelation of the customer’s identity. “Will you tell me your name?” Alex asked, knowing that was the first thing her bots were supposed to request due to the fully anonymous nature of her ordering process. “Yeah, I’m Sophie,” she stated. “Sophie Henner.” Alexandra blinked. “Wait, of Henner Auto, who got self-driving cars on the streets before anyone else?” “Yeah, that was my mom,” Sophie laughed. “You know about all that?” Alexandra had been caught off guard, but recovered quickly. “I’m aware of many bits of common knowledge,” she said. “Helps me keep up in a conversation. I know a lot more than I could explain here and now. I want to ask though, you’re… Well, the heiress to the company. Why are you moving? Shouldn’t you stay at Henning’s headquarters in New York?” “Nah, we’re branching out. My mom in the east, me in the west. I’ll be heading the entire western division of the company, and- Wait, what are we still doing out here? Come on, come inside!” Sophie turned and walked back into her home, and Alexandra followed her slowly. Sophie caught Alex’s restrained movement, and her eyes went wide once more. “Hey, do you… Do you need to pee?” Here we go. Time to lay into the part. “Yeah, I’m bursting,” Alex said honestly. She squirmed in place as Sophie shut the door behind them. “I’ve been holding it for hours as I travelled here.” Alex watched as Sophie’s pale face reddened. “Oh wow this is moving so fast,” she chirped, looking Alex up and down as she wiggled her butt. I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed about this around a bot, but you’re just so realistic, I can’t help it!” “I understand,” Alex said. “My creator’s bots get that a lot. She truly is the best in the business, and I’m not even programmed to say that. I’m simply comparing her to all the data I have on other botmakers.” Alex was certainly proud of her work and she couldn’t help grandstanding when the opportunity arose. “Oh yeah, what should I call you?” Sophie asked suddenly. “I’m like, forgetting basic manners here,” she giggled. “Well, since I am fully modeled after my creator, my designated name is Alexandra, just like her. You may name me whatever you wish though, if that does not please you.” “Alex is great!” Sophie quipped. “Uhm, come here, have a seat with me on the couch. Let’s get to like, know each other I guess?” Alex eyed the large couch as she continued to squirm where she stood. “Sophie, I really need to pee,” Alex moaned. “I can’t promise that I won’t wet your couch.” It was the absolute truth. “Oh you’re so beautiful,” Sophie howled as she fell onto the couch and crossed her legs. “I never could have imagined this. Don’t worry, Alex. Please sit with me.” Alex folded her arms and nodded. She approached the couch and sat gingerly next to Sophie. The young woman immediately wrapped an arm around Alex’s shoulder and leaned into her. “I’m so glad to have you.” “May I ask you something personal?” Alex asked, hoping that she wasn’t pushing it too far too early. “Of course,” Sophie agreed. “Why a bot? It’s 2084. Nobody has anything against homosexuality anymore. You could-” “I wish that was true,” Sophie interrupted. “It’s my grandfather. He’s from before the war, and even in these new times, he’s never changed. He still has official ownership of the company, and even though my mom runs everything, if he found out what I am he could take everything from me. He’s very old now though, it won’t be long before he’s gone and I can be who I am openly. For a few years though, I need to keep my sexuality a secret. That’s why I have you. My best friend in public. My lover in secret.” “I understand,” Alex said. Holy shit, this is so sad. What am I doing? She needs to fight, not hide. “Forget all of that though,” Sophie said, nuzzling her hair into Alex’s neck. “Just be here with me. Right now.” Alex stiffened involuntarily as Sophie placed her right hand on Alex’s thigh. Both women went quiet as Sophie ran her fingers down Alex’s legs, gripping the end of her skirt and pulling it up slowly. Alex exhaled deeply as her panties were exposed, and Sophie began making a strange, constant whine. “I can’t believe I’m feeling this. I’ve wanted nothing more than to touch a woman for so long. I know it’s not real, but fuck me if it isn’t close.” “Your future is real,” Alex said. “Think about the real woman you’ll be with soon enough. I’m here for you now, for your physical needs. You can do anything you want with me.” Sophie’s hand was shaking as she slowly reached between Alexandra’s legs. Her hand inched closer and closer, and then for the first time in her life, Alex felt a woman’s light touch caress her vulva through her damp panties. “You’re already wet,” Sophie breathed. “Is that… Is it pee, or…?” “I’m honestly not sure,” Alexandra said breathily. “I’m programmed to experience sex as realistically as possible, so there are sensations that I’m not able to fully categorize.” “That definitely is realistic,” Sophie laughed as she kept stroking Alex. “When I’m desperate, and horny, and touching myself, there’s so many different things I’m feeling. All of it at once though, it’s just so much, but it’s so good.” Sophie paused for a moment. “I’m wondering, when you talk, can you sound like, just a little bit more human? Like, stop talking about programming and whatnot?” Alex mentally kicked herself. I need to get my shit together. I’m trying to sound like a bot because that’s what I’m supposed to be, but this bot is supposed to be indistinguishable from a human. Alexandra gripped Sophie’s hand and smiled at her. “Yeah, I can act human as hell. Just getting a feel for how you want me to behave. Within a day I’ll be perfect.” “Excellent,” Sophie said. She broke the hand hold and quickly made a grab for Alex’s chest. Alex reflexively yelped and leaned sideways quickly, causing Sophie to jump. “What’s wrong?” Sophie asked loudly, clearly concerned. “Sorry,” Alex muttered. “There is one thing, and sorry for the robot talk, but it’s important. Since I was only completed last night, my power cell is still charging all of my systems. It’s located in my chest and any...manipulation of my breasts might cause, er, connection issues.” God I’m glad this chick is in the auto business and not robotics, this is absolute nonsense. “Everything will be sorted by tomorrow morning, but for now, please stay between my legs. I don’t want to cause you any issues.” I gotta hide my Eye, and fast. Sophie frowned but nodded. “Fine by me. I’m most interested in this right now, anyway…” Sophie’s hand slid down under Alex’s breasts and rested on her belly. Unsure what to expect, Alex leaned back and watched as Sophie began to push in gently. The intensity of such a soft touch caught Alex completely by surprise. She gasped and twisted her legs together, folding forwards and crossing her arms to protect herself. “Ohhh what a reaction!” Sophie squealed in delight. “How does it feel?” “Like I’m about to wet myself,” Alex moaned. “There’s so much pressure!” “Lean back and let me touch you,” Sophie said. “And I want you to keep holding it, alright? No peeing yet.” Alexandra knew that she had to be a good bot and follow Sophie’s orders. She moaned again as she sat back in the couch and exposed her bladder to Sophie’s prodding. The violet-haired woman’s touch was so soft, but every light brush sent pulses of desperation across her whole body. Her legs shook and her face felt sweaty, and she writhed and squirmed as Sophie began to push a little harder. “Your bladder is so solid,” Sophie whispered. She gripped the hem of Alex’s shirt and raised it up. “And visible too. You must have a pretty good capacity.” Alex looked down. Sure enough, her belly was protruding slightly, the skin taut and flushed. Wow, I’ve never seen that before. That’s actually pretty neat... She opened her legs slightly and looked to Sophie. “I hope I can satisfy your desires,” Alex purred. “I’m all yours.” Sophie grinned wide and kept playing with Alexandra’s bladder. After a minute, Alex noticed Sophie’s free hand drifting between her legs and sliding into her pajama pants. “I can pleasure you, if you want,” Alex offered. “No,” Sophie breathed. “Just stay right there and let me touch you. I just want to explore your body for now.” Alex nodded and leaned her head back, breathing deeply as she fought to contain all the water she’d drank that day. As Sophie kept playing with her, she continued to fill up. Time passed, nearly half an hour in silence as Sophie just felt Alex all over, running her hand across her belly and around her thighs and between her legs. Despite her stress about the situation, it was impossible for Alex to avoid growing somewhat aroused. She felt her labia growing slick as Sophie brushed her clit, and her body continued to burn hotter. She began to moan with every breath, and Sophie certainly took notice. “Do you like this?” she asked. “Does it feel good?” “Yes,” Alex gasped. She couldn’t find words for much else. “Even though I’m a girl?” Alex nodded, her body wiggling against the couch as the sensations kept growing in intensity. “Yeah, this...this is fine,” she purred. Almost subconsciously, she began grinding herself against Sophie’s hand. At this, Sophie grew more energetic, focusing her attention on Alexandra’s clit. She flicked her thumb over it again and again, the cotton wet and slippery from Alex’s sex. Alex moaned louder, the pressure in her bladder enhancing every feeling tenfold as the pleasure began to build in her core. Sophie began to moan as well, and Alex could see that she was pleasuring herself just as well. “Don’t stop, keep going, just like this,” Alex pleaded. Sophie happily obliged. It went on for about another minute and Alex felt her muscles contracting, her toes curling in her sneakers. Her legs began to shake harder and her fists clenched at her sides as she came so close to an incredibly powerful orgasm, and then… “OOOOOHHHH!” Sophie cried, her legs folding up and her face pushing hard into Alex’s shoulder. Her hand left Alex’s clit and fell limp at the side of the couch as Sophie reached her own orgasm. She thrashed about on the couch for a moment before she sat up, breathing heavily and with a smile of pure ecstasy plastered across her face. Alex was absolutely frantic. “Hey, you-” She bit her lip hard. Fucking hell, bots don’t need to cum. I’m here for her pleasure, not mine. I can’t beg and I can’t finish on my own. God damn it… Alex crossed her legs again and sat up as well, her privates burning with desire and the pleasure built within her stuck just short of the finish line. She knew she had to say something, but she couldn’t even think straight. “Did...did you have fun?” she panted, trying not to groan as the sensations began to fade. “That was the best I’ve ever had,” Sophie squeaked. She was clearly spent, laying limp beside Alex with her limbs loose and splayed. “You?” “It was amazing,” Alex lied, trying not to let her immense disappointment come out in her voice. “You really-” It hit Alex all at once. Now that her body was her own again, her need to pee flooded her mind instantly, causing her to shout out loud and shove her hands between her legs. “Holy shit I need to pee, I need to pee right now, it’s gonna come out, can I pee?” “Of course not,” Sophie stated. “I want to see how much you can hold right off the bat. You’re not to pee until you can’t wait another second.” “I’m so desperate,” Alex complained. “I’ve been holding it all day, please, I need to pee so badly!” “I can’t wait to see your capacity,” Sophie said. She groaned as she got unsteadily to her feet. “For now, come with me. I wanna get you dressed in something else.” Alexandra had no choice. She sat up and forced herself to stand, gasping and moaning with every movement. As she found her balance, her need seemed to somehow increase. Her bladder was bearing down on her, and she bit into her hand to stifle a scream as she fought as hard as she could to stay dry. Sophie took Alex’s free hand and guided her through the living room. The house was very nearly empty, only the necessities of furniture left. The couch, a large television, one chair, and a coffee table. The hallways of the large house were empty, but even if they were fully decorated, Alex would have noticed none of it in her desperation. She blindly followed Sophie to the back of the house where they entered the master bedroom. A massive bed that seemed far beyond a king size was the sole object in the room. Sophie released Alex’s hand and glided over to a closet, which when opened looked to be the same size as Alex’s entire apartment. Just like every other room in the house, it was empty aside from a very small number of outfits. “Here, put this on,” Sophie said, pulling a light blue nightgown from the closet and tossing it to Alex. Alexandra stared at the thin, smooth garment. It seemed to be made of fine silk, floral patterns embroidered along the neckline. Sophie just stood there, staring at her. What the fuck am I gonna do? I can’t take my bra off because of the Eye, but she’s gonna make me. Fuck, I gotta pee so bad I can’t think straight, I gotta come up with something, come on, Alex… “I’m waiting,” Sophie said bluntly. “I’m shy,” Alex blurted out. It was the only thing that came to her. Sophie giggled and crossed her arms. “You serious? Come on, just change.” “As you know, I was programmed for a man. Men like it when women act shy at first. I’m trying to overcome said programming, but I seem unable to. It might take a bit of time for me to adjust to this situation. Would you turn around?” Sophie sighed. “Fine, fine. Just please stop with the robot talk, it’s a turn off.” Sophie spun on her heel and stared into the closet. Alexandra immediately began to look around in a panic. There were no bookshelves, no vases, no drawers, absolutely nowhere that she could hide the Eye. Maybe I can stick it in my panties? Fuck, no, she’s gonna have a go at me again soon for sure and I would pee on it anyway. Throw it under the bed? That would make noise. Fuck, fuck, fffuuuuucccck! And then she saw it. The window next to Sophie’s massive bed was wide open. They were on the first floor and the ground outside the window was grassed. Alex stuffed her hand down her bra and grabbed the Eye, aimed as best she could, and hurled the device out the window. It made no sound as it landed in the grass. I gotta get it the instant I have a moment alone and find a safe place, but that has to do for now. The problem solved for now, Alex pulled off her shirt and bra with one hand and threw them aside, then slid her skirt and panties down her legs. She was about to put on the nightgown, then paused. She dropped the nightgown and looked at the woman in front of her. “Hey Sophie. You can turn around.” Sophie did so and immediately covered her mouth with her hands when she saw Alexandra’s fully naked body. “I thought you were shy,” she squeaked. “I’m over it. My mind moves fast,” Alex said. Sophie approached her and hugged her again, their breasts pressing together and Sophie’s breath hot on Alex’s neck. “You are so beautiful. I can’t say it enough.” “You are too,” Alex responded. It was certainly the truth. Sophie was gorgeous. Alex looked into the woman’s green eyes, and then they kissed. It went on and on, their tongues meeting and their hands feeling each other’s bodies. Alex was lost in it, every other thought forgotten, and then… Psssht! Alex shrieked and broke the hug, gripping herself tightly as the large spurt of pee splashed against the hardwood floor. Sophie gasped and stepped back, staring between Alex’s legs as another two drops of pee joined the rest. “Stop!” Sophie barked. “You can hold it, I know you can!” “Nooooo,” Alex moaned, her butt wiggling as she clenched for all she was worth. “I’ve never been with a desperate girl before,” Sophie pleaded. “I don’t want it to end yet. I know you have limits, but fight it, please, for me.” Alexandra’s bladder throbbed and demanded release, the pressure pulsing all around her body and pounding against her womanhood from the inside. She was nearly crying in desperation, but she forced herself to straighten up and remove her hands. “I’ll...I’ll wait as long as I can,” she panted. “I don’t have much time left, I’ve never had to pee this badly in my life.” Alex cursed inwardly at her accidental hinting of a “life.” Sophie didn’t seem to notice nor care however. She stepped forwards and picked up the nightgown, placing it back in Alex’s hands. “Put it on. And put your underwear back on as well. Peeing is always hotter when the girl’s got clothes on.” Alex didn’t argue. She slid the nightgown over her head and let it fall into place, and then she reached for her panties. The moment she tried to bend however, she was struck with another powerful wave of desperation. “I uh, I can’t bend,” she whined. “If I do, I’ll pee.” Sophie smiled and stepped even closer. “Let me help you, then.” Sophie got to her knees and grabbed Alex’s panties, then held them open on the floor. Alex gingerly stepped in and let Sophie slide them up her legs, but she stopped short and just stared at Alex’s privates. Alex flushed red as Sophie took a finger and ran it along her labia. “You have a really nice vulva,” she whispered. Alex could feel Sophie’s breath against her lips. “Mine is more, like, out there. You’ll see soon enough.” “I can’t wait,” Alex said. It was true. Alex had never even considered a relationship with a woman. It never crossed her mind. She had been straight as an arrow her whole life. But after what happened on the couch, the arrow had turned to rubber. She was desperate for more. Sophie withdrew her finger and finished sliding Alex’s panties into place. The damp crotch had grown chilly just in the short time they were off of her body, and the sensation just made her need to pee even worse. “You look so good,” Sophie said as she stood up. “So uhm… Do you wanna see the rest of the house? There’s not much to see though.” “I just wanna pee,” Alex moaned. “Yeah, I know,” Sophie laughed. “Wanna take a walk around the garden?” Alex’s mind flew to the Ether Eye just laying out there. “Nuhh- No. Can we just get in bed and cuddle?” Sophie frowned slightly. “I mean, I’d love to, but I don’t know if I want you peeing in my bed. I know it’s just water, but it would take ages to dry and we have to move it tomorrow.” She looked between Alex and the bed. “You know what, fuck it. I’ll buy a new bed when we get to the new house. Saves us the trouble of lugging this huge thing. It’s getting old too.” Sophie took a running step towards the bed and leaped into it, bouncing twice before she came to a stop. She pulled the blanket and sheets down and patted the mattress beside her. Alex approached slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed. It felt like a cloud. She moaned in appreciation as she slid one leg in, and then the other, and then the women were laying side-by-side. Sophie wasted no time; she wrapped her arms around Alex and hugged her tight. Alex groaned and squirmed, the lake inside of her swelling into a tsunami at Sophie’s grasp. “I need to explain something to you,” Alex breathed. “It’s important, but…” “Robot talk?” “Robot talk.” Sophie sighed. “Just say what you gotta say. The sooner I learn everything, the sooner you can stop talking about it.” “When I pee, you’re gonna notice that it will seem very real. It will have a scent, it will be a shade of yellow. This is due to a system that my creator developed especially for me. My body is home to small tanks of ultracompressed chemicals that are released and mixed with the water in my bladder in trace quantities every time I pee. It perfectly emulates human urine and should be sanitized as such. She thought you might appreciate such realism.” “She was right,” Sophie whispered into Alex’s shoulder. “The realer the better. But like, do I need to replace these tanks, and how often if so?” “Only once a year,” Alex said. “My creator is still working on maximizing their capacity and minimizing their weight. She’ll send you a lifetime supply when she perfects them. It should be long before the ones in me now run dry.” I’m glad I came up with this on the way over here. It’s definitely possible, chemically and mechanically speaking. I need to create the plans in the Ether as soon as possible and get them to Jess. She’s gonna have her work cut out for her. “So now that you know this, are you still alright with me doing it in your bed?” “Yeah,” Sophie yawned. “Like I said, I’ll just get a new one. I do have a question though. Do I need to like...charge you?” Alex couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of it. “No,” she snorted. “High-end bots have been solar-powered for nearly a decade. Just make sure I get a few hours of sun now and again and I’ll be fine. Beyond this, my power cell is extremely efficient. I can operate for weeks without sun.” “Amazing,” Sophie said. “Your creator is a true master of her craft.” “Yeah, she is,” Alex quipped, trying not to look too proud of herself. Alex wasn’t lying about anything relating to the bot. She knew they would be switched out soon. She couldn’t say things that the bot couldn’t keep to in the future. She was just that good. “So, how are you holding up?” Sophie asked. “I’m just so full,” Alex groaned. “My bladder is so solid. I wasn’t aware this could happen. It’s all so new for me.” “Well duh, you were literally born yesterday,” Sophie laughed. “Hey, you’re the one who wants me to skip the robot talk.” “Touché,” Sophie muttered. “I’m not programmed for French.” “Stooop,” Sophie squealed, playfully slapping Alex’s arm. “Now I know you’re just messing with me.” Alex didn’t respond. She just laid there, breathing heavily as she fought her body’s incredible desire to relieve itself. The shaking of her legs was vibrating the whole mattress, but Sophie didn’t seem to mind. The woman was just staring at Alex’s face, her eyes wide and starry. She was clearly completely infatuated with her bot. “You’re so much more than I thought you would be,” she whispered lovingly. Alex remained silent. She felt Sophie’s hand on her thigh, and very slowly it drifted towards her womanhood again. Alex longed for the touch, but she lightly gripped Sophie’s wrist. “Again? So soon?” “Yyyeeeaahh,” Sophie purred. “Listen, it’s not that I don’t want you to touch me, because I really, really do, but if you start playing with me again I seriously won’t be able to hold it. I’m right at the edge here. I honestly don’t know how the bed is still dry.” “It’s alright,” Sophie breathed. “Just hold on as hard as you can...I want to see you pee, but I want to know that you’re at your very limit.” Alex nodded and released Sophie’s wrist. Alex expected the light touch from before. She was very wrong. Without the slightest bit of warning, Alex felt Sophie pull her panties aside and slide her middle finger knuckle-deep into her vagina. Alex yelped and twisted her legs around Sophie’s hand, but she felt that finger working back and forth, rubbing hard against her g-spot as Sophie’s palm grinded her clit. Alex cried out loud and crossed her arms tightly, squirming around like a snake in the bed as she tried as hard as she could to lock up her bursting bladder. “Do me,” Sophie demanded, grasping at Alex’s arms with her free hand. “Huuuhhh?” Alex whined, her brain practically in another dimension. “Come on, get me off,” Sophie continued. “I know you’re not meant for women but just stick two fingers in me and fuckin’ go at it, come on, do your job!” Alex, despite her unfathomably frantic state, had no choice but to oblige. She unknotted her arms and felt around Sophie’s body until she found the hem of her pajama pants. She nervously pressed in on Sophie’s skin, her fingers sliding under the cotton. She didn’t feel any panties, and as she kept reaching further and further down, she finally felt it. The slick, bumpy skin, burning hot and as wet as any ocean. She reached past Sophie’s clit, feeling her way down the labia until the tip of her pointer finger found the young woman’s opening. Alex took a deep breath, and then she pushed in with her pointer and middle finger, letting them enter Sophie as far as they would go. “That’s it,” Sophie purred. “Just...just do what I’m doing. Keep a steady rhythm, don’t speed up, don’t slow down...just do as I do.” Alex followed Sophie’s words to the letter. The women lay side by side, pleasuring each other and getting lost in the intensity of it. Alex’s bladder was absolutely critical. Every motion that Sophie made caused a shockwave across her body. She tried to fold her legs every which way, but with Sophie’s hand in her, nothing helped at all. She felt the pressure building as they went on, an endless, swelling, agonizing, magnificent feeling that reached every part of her body. Alex felt it, the pleasure in the pain. Against all logic, her abhorrently full bladder was growing into an orgasmic source of energy within her. She felt her body reaching the point of no return, the point where she would release all her pent-up pleasure as well as every drop of pee that was contained inside of her. A moment later, she felt Sophie begin to tense up and shake, and Alex knew what that meant. Sophie was going to reach orgasm first and leave Alex in the dust. Alex couldn’t deal with it. She was too desperate to get off, she just had to. Her reasonable mind was so far gone that it came out before she could even dream of stopping herself. “SOPHIE, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU STOP AGAIN BEFORE I CUM I WILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU!” Sophie made a funny “myee” sound, then shrieked out loud. Not in surprise, not in anger, but in excitement. Alex’s hyperbolic threat seemed to just turn her on even more, and she leaned hard into Alex’s crotch, increasing the intensity of her busy fingers. It was happening. Alexandra felt everything inside of her reach its peak, the heat, the pleasure, the pain, everything swirled together into a burning star of sexual energy, and not ten seconds later, that star erupted into a supernova. The orgasm was like every one that Alex had ever experienced in the past combined into one. It was so far beyond any pleasure Alex had felt before, shattering her mind and throwing her body into hysterics. Sophie reached her own at that moment as well, wrapping her arms around Alex as the two women cascaded through time and space. Alex returned the grasp, and the two of them experienced their pleasure breast-to-breast, their hot breath meeting in the air between them. Alex was so overstimulated that a new sensation couldn’t even reach her brain. The sensation of burning pee exploding out of her spent body. She felt it on her thigh before she realized what was happening, but Sophie caught on quickly. She grabbed the blanket covering them and hurled it off the bed, her gaze focusing in between Alex’s legs as the pee cascaded in every direction, her still-crossed legs redirecting the flow every which way. It splattered across the bed, all over Alex’s legs and stomach, and all over Sophie’s bottom half as well. As feeling returned to Alex’s body, the relief began to register and she moaned out loud in pure ecstasy as she felt the incredible pressure going down and down. Sophie was frozen solid, absolutely transfixed on the display in front of her. The bed under Alex was growing so hot and wet as the mattress absorbed the insane quantity of pee, and Alex would have been lying if she said the feeling of laying in it was a bad one. The warmth was wonderful. Alex had no idea how much time was passing as she continued emptying herself in the bed. She soon heard liquid splattering on the hardwood floor, the surface of the bed unable to absorb it all fast enough. It just thundered on and on, seemingly endless. Alas, it had to come to a stop at some point, and eventually it did. Her flow slowed at a steady rate, and after ten more seconds, it finally ceased completely. “Wow,” Sophie said simply. “Was it everything you dreamed of?” Alex asked softly. “Yeah,” Sophie confirmed. “It was incredible. I really hope the bot can rival it.” Alexandra opened her mouth to respond, but her breath caught in her throat and she released a confused, terrified “Whaaaa?” Sophie rolled onto her back and released an extended, girlish laugh. “Holy shit, Alex, you must have thought I was such an idiot. ‘Touching my tits could cause connection issues, I’m shy, finish getting me off or I’ll strangle you.’ I knew you were the real you this entire time, but even if I didn't, I hope I would have figured it out by now.” Alex began to shake. She was completely stunned. Her eyes flitted to the window beside the bed, and she was contemplating diving straight out of it. “How- How could-” “You never disconnected from our last call, you maniac,” Sophie explained. “I took off my Eye but neither one of us actually ended the chat. I heard your entire plan. Jess is a smart woman by the way. Whatever you’re paying her, you should crank it up a bit.” “Why did you let this happen? If you knew...why would you-” “Honestly, I just wanted to mess with you,” Sophie explained with another giggle. “And...I figured even one experience with a real woman would be worth more than any bot. Go home. Finish working on the bot. With my wealth and your brains, we can come up with a way to get it into California. If she’s even one percent as amazing as you are, she’ll be able to hold me off just fine until my mother takes over the company and I can come out of the closet.” Alex covered her face with her hands. “You’re not disgusted with me? That I would lie my way into your house, into your bed?” “I know what three million dollars would mean to you and Jess,” Sophie said. “People have done a lot worse for a lot less money. I’m no paragon of morality either. Everyone does bad things for their own reasons. I got to experience sex with a real live woman, so I have nothing to complain about. Just make that bot damn good. I want more of this.” “You called me a maniac,” Alex muttered. “Want to hear something even crazier than what I’ve already done?” “What?” “Why don’t I stay? We can just be friends who happen to enjoy each other’s bodies in private. Nobody would ever find out. I’ll come with you to California just like I originally planned. Jess will construct the bot as I design her in the Ether. When it’s ready, I’ll go home and you can remember me with the bot until you find your freedom. Even then...you can give me a call, because to tell you the truth, I want more of this as well and I feel like I always will.” The two women laid side by side in silence for a long time. The pee-soaked mattress was beginning to cool, and Alexandra shivered slightly. “Yeah, alright,” Sophie finally said with a deep sigh. “Fuck it. I'm kind of into you." TO BE CONTINUED
  13. Ondinist

    Valerie 22 - Paris

    Léa was sitting in the kitchen of her mother's flat in Neuilly, a prosperous and rather genteel suburb of Paris, sipping black coffee but ignoring the half-eaten croissant that lay on her plate. It was Saturday morning, a week after her return from London, and she was feeling at a low ebb despite the bright sunshine of a cold, crisp November day. She had two days of dull boredom to look forward to before she returned to her lycée and the relentless teasing of the clique of girls who had persecuted her throughout her school life. It had, of course, never occurred to her that the group was now actually jealous of her for being singled out to attend a high-powered mathematics seminar, for making a week-long trip to London unaccompanied, for the publicly delivered praise she had received from her professeurs for the positive impression she had made on the Imperial College staff and, most unforgivably of all, for returning looking far more poised, self-confident and chic than the timid little mouse they were used to disparaging so easily. Léa had even started to attract approving looks from some of the boys in the school. For Léa the worst thing of all was that her relationship with Daniel, the boy she had met at the seminar and who had seemed so nice and kind, was over before it could even be said to have started. He had emailed her soon after her return to Paris, wanting to arrange an opportunity for them to meet up again but after much reflection and heartache, she had replied a couple of days ago to explain about her susceptibility to wetting accidents and to say that for this reason it was best that they did not see each other again. That night she had cried herself to sleep. Since then she had heard nothing from Daniel - silence. He might at least have said goodbye, she thought. ------------ The door intercom buzzed. A moment later her mother called out "Léa, there is an English boy outside who wants to see you. Do you want to speak with him? Shall I allow him to come up?" Puzzled, Léa replied "I'll go down and see who it is." She walked down the communal staircase and opened the front door to the apartments. There, standing on the steps and holding an enormous bouquet of flowers, was Daniel. "I thought it would be better if we talked face to face" he said. "I hope you don't mind." ------------ Daniel had arrived on the overnight coach from London and was due to return the same way that night. He had never visited Paris before so Léa decided to give him on a one-day tour of the city's most famous sights. They started by taking the Métro to Hôtel de Ville and braving the icy wind as they walked across the Pont d'Arcole to Notre Dame cathedral. After admiring the Gothic interior they had taken the rooftop tour, laughing as they photographed each other among the gargoyles that leered out over the city. Concerned to hear that Daniel had had nothing to eat for 24 hours apart from a rather stale cheese roll at the coach station in London last night, Léa proposed an early lunch. They found a small restaurant in the Île de la Cité and when they were seated in a snug corner Daniel returned to the subject of Léa's email. "You were extraordinarily brave to write so honestly about what must be a difficult subject for you. I wanted to explain, face to face, that for me it doesn't matter at all. Although we've only known each other for a few days I already know that I'm in love with you - I've never been more certain of anything in my life. "And since you have been so open with me, let me be honest in return and tell you something that embarrasses me when I think about it. "The night after the symposium ended I dreamed of you. You were lying beside me, half asleep, and you were wetting the bed. The strange part for me is that was the most erotic thing I have ever imagined. At that moment I wanted you so badly. And don't forget that this was long before you told me about your - problem - so I had no particular reason then to associate you with wetting accidents." Léa's eyes grew round. "When did you say you had this dream?" she asked. "Oh please don't be offended!" Daniel stammered. "I - I only told you because I want you to believe me when I say that if you wet yourself sometimes it wouldn't put me off....I don't want you to think I'm weird or something...." His voice tailed off. "No, I'm not offended - not at all. I just want to know exactly when you had the dream." "It was that Friday morning a week ago, just as I was waking up. About seven, I suppose it would have been." "Because the truly bizarre thing is" said Léa slowly "I did wet the bed that Friday morning. I'd slept very deeply all night and I was in that unreal state between being asleep and awake when everything is completely relaxed. My body just let go. I was horrified when I realised what I was doing because I was staying with my friend Valérie in her London flat. Fortunately for me, she was very kind about it. "And I don't wet my bed very often - not more than once a year or so - so that's quite a coincidence. If it is a coincidence." They looked at each other in astonishment. After a moment, Daniel reached across the table and took Léa's hand in his. "So" he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" ------------ After lunch they walked hand in hand across the Pont au Double and picked up one of the glass-topped riverboat shuttles for a ride along the Seine. Léa pointed out the sights of Paris as they passed and they eventually disembarked at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. "Wow - its huge!" said Daniel, gazing up. "Let's go to the top!" Excitedly he led the way to the ticket kiosk. Like many Parisians, Léa had never been up the tower and she was not at all sure she wanted to do so now but she didn't want to spoil Daniel's evident enjoyment of the city - her city. She secretly hoped there would be an impossibly long queue but, this being lunchtime in France, they found they would only need to wait about thirty minutes Daniel bought them hot coffees to help counter the cold wind. Léa wondered if she should take the precaution of going to the lavatory beforehand but they had both used the restaurant's toilet only an hour ago and she told herself that she couldn't really need to go again so soon afterwards. It was just imagination....wasn't it? They crowded into the lift for the first and second levels. Léa was disconcerted by the massive girders flashing past the windows and by the way the lift floor adjusted to keep the car horizontal as it climbed the splayed leg of the tower. Her heart was racing but she managed to stay outwardly calm. They spilled out on to the busy second floor with its restaurants and gift shops and joined another queue for the long ascent up the spine of the tower to the top. This much smaller lift car was even more crowded and Léa and Daniel were huddled close to the glass side, watching the rooftops of Paris slowly recede below them. Léa started to panic. "I don't like this!" she whispered to Daniel. He put his arms protectively around her and held her close. "Its OK, he murmured. Can't be much further now." The lift slowed, the view disappeared and the doors opened on to the narrow platform at the top of the tower, open to the elements apart from a balustrade topped by a cage to protect the suicidal and the terminally stupid. When Léa felt the whole tower rocking slightly in the wind she almost wet herself. She clung to Daniel's arm and squeezed her legs tightly together. "You really aren't happy up here, are you?" Daniel asked with concern. Silently she shook her head. He led her straight back to the lift doors. There were people waiting but they were able to get in to the next lift down. Léa brushed away a tear. "I'm sorry" she murmured, looking away from him out of the window. "Those tickets were expensive and I've spoilt the whole thing." Daniel turned her around to face him and kissed her gently on the forehead. She looked sorrowfully up at him. Tenderly, he wiped away a tear from her other cheek and gave her another gentle kiss, this time on the lips. Once back on the ground they walked hand in hand across the Pont d'Iena to the Trocadéro gardens. On the far bank of the Seine the Eiffel Tower stood magnificent in the autumn sunshine. Daniel put his arm round Léa's slim waist, drawing her close to him as they gazed back at one of the most romantic views anywhere on the planet. Eventually, she broke the silence. "I'm never going to go up that bloody thing again!" ------------ From the Trocadéro they walked up the broad, tree-lined avenue to the Bois de Boulogne, the forest remnant that now forms a huge park on the western side of the city, just south of Léa's mother's Neuilly flat. Léa's need for a pee was increasing by the minute. There are plenty of public lavatories on the streets of Paris but almost all of them are sanisettes, automated pods that Léa's claustrophobia would never allow her to use. She would rather wet herself - and occasionally did. They entered the park close to the the Lac Inférieur and Daniel suggested hiring a rowing boat. By now, Léa was preoccupied by how badly she needed to pee but she felt ashamed of herself for curtailing their Eiffel Tower visit so, without protest, she stepped delicately in to the boat and sat in the stern. Daniel clambered in, sat down facing her and picked up the oars. He rowed her slowly round the lake's central island, looking at the lovely creature opposite him in her warm jumper and heavy winter skirt, her scarf wrapped stylishly round her neck. She was crossing and re-crossing her legs restlessly and he was surprised to see that what he had taken for thick tights were actually thigh-high socks with a glimpse of white briefs between them. He wondered what she was thinking as she gazed out at the beautiful scenery. She was, in fact, thinking how cold it was getting and wondering whether they would get back to land before she soaked her knickers, her skirt and the boat's seat. Mercifully for Léa, they did make it back before disaster struck. Even then, despite Daniel's steadying hand, she almost lost control when she stood up in the swaying boat and stepped on to the landing stage. They set off on a narrow path that Léa knew would eventually bring them out of the park close to her home. When they had gone a short distance into the woods, she stopped walking and looked around to make sure that nobody was in sight apart from Daniel. "I'm sorry" she said "but I need to pee desperately and I'm not going to get home before I wet my culotte. I'd rather do it here, out of sight, than have a public accident on the street where I live." She stepped on to the grass beside the path, spread her legs wide and let go. Daniel watched as a stream appeared beneath her skirt and pattered on to the ground between her parted feet. When she eventually finished, Léa came up close to Daniel and said apologetically "You did say you wouldn't mind...." By way of answer he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She felt him hard against her. "Are you going to do that every time I wet myself?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, I expect so!" "In that case maybe I'll do it more often" she murmured, looking up at him with a naughty girl expression. He gave her another long, passionate kiss. "I think we'd better get back to the flat now" Léa said, disentangling herself and resuming their walk. "Mother insists you have dinner with us before you travel back to London tonight. I think she approves of you. Arriving with flowers is definitely her idea of how things should be done." Despite the rapidly cooling wetness between her legs, Léa felt happier than she had been for many years. She had wet herself in front of Daniel and it didn't matter. Even better, he liked it! Smiling up at him she said "If I'm going to have accidents-on-purpose just for you, I must buy myself some nice little culottes - do you say panties in English?" "British girls call them knickers" he replied, not really caring what she called them as long as he was there when she was wetting them. "Panties is more American. But as you're French you can choose for yourself." "You're so kind!" she replied with a mock curtsy. "Panties, then. It sounds prettier." They emerged from the park and walked up the street towards Léa's mother's flat. Turning a corner they came face to face with two of her tormentors from school. The expressions on their faces when they saw her hand in hand with Daniel was something that Léa would treasure for a long time to come.
  14. "How...much longer until we get there?" "in time, young one. We shall arrive in time." "....Understood." This.. had been a dreadful day. At first blush, when that giant of a figure rescued you from that....unpleasant household you lived in for so many years, you thought things would get better...... But.... 'It's all the same as ever...' People gave you strange looks everywhere you walked..... Parents nudged their children inside whenever you walked.....Animals recoiled in fear as you approached..... Even the very world around felt like it shattered as you walked. Street lights dimmed, wooden fixtures groaned....Metal signs creaked....Even what everyone described as a gentle breeze felt like it was cutting through you.......... By the grace of the Moon, you were traveling once again..... By the comfort of night, you were forced out yet again...And, with peoples eyes looking past you....It felt the same as it always had. "You seem...Troubled." the only companion you had with you called out, prompting you to turn your gaze upwards to him. One of the only two people in your life that didn't look at you with disdain, terror, or disgust.... A figure in long, periwinkle robes that draped over his body sloppily...... A long, grey beard, matched with similarly aged hair. Prominent spectacles framed his wrinkled, ancient face. You suspected he was incredibly old..If not the oldest person you'd ever met that was still walking around. "It's nothing, Headmaster.." you offhandedly brush aside, as the elderly figure raises a single finger. "I should hope your memory hasn't failed you this quickly.." the man chides to you. "You did just get transferred out of my school, so you need not be so formal." The reminder was rather painful, and you feel a tad unnecessary. You were in transit with him right now, and you had what few things you'd brought with you in a suitcase at your side. Of course you didn't forget you were being transferred..... But, you bit your lip, and gave a small, tense nod. "Yes, Sir Albus...." you called just as formally, lightly closing your eyes once more. "I have not forgotten.." "It's no good to keep your worries bottled up, you know." he added, lightly. "You'll find me an open minded confidant. I assure you, I've heard much worse than what your mind can come up with. I'm quite certain my family has done worse than you conceive." "So why am I being transferred out then?" you snap, a bit sharper than you intended. "I was told that your school was for people like me! People who were more than just mundane! People who weren't mug-" "And it is." the man cuts you off, curtly. "Yes, my school is meant for people like us. But, as the Professor was to inform you, we found your abilities... A bit much for the students..." "I Just did what I was told!" you harp, defensively. "They said DIsarm my opponents, His arms weren't a problem after! The teacher told us to keep the Mandrake alive, I brought someone else's back to life! What's so bad about that?! Why do I, in his words exactly, 'Not Belong here'?! Huh?!" It wasn't even your own stupid plant that died! It was some other girl's, and you felt bad for her. You hadn't expected such a loud, and vicious response from the class... How people started to crowd around, and call out..... So what if you couldn't find a wand? Did that make you any less of a wizard?! Did it make you that much of a failure that you were getting expelled?! Did it mean... "The boy's arms will grow back just fine.." Albus responded, cooly... In that same, 'Figure of Authority Telling you off' kind of tone that said you weren't allowed to talk back. "And, i believe the professor's phrasing...could have been better. You do not belong at my school..... Because we are ill-Equipped to deal with someone like you." You gave a sharp frown to try and express your distaste silently, folding your arms up. This...This sucked! You wanted to go home.. Not to that terri-bad place with the shouting, plump man, and the nosy, shrill woman... With the fat boy that kept picking on you, and getting treated like it was his lot in life to get whatever he wanted by whining. You had a feeling he was going to be a real brat....If not having a heart-attack before he was Twenty. No.... You wanted to go back.... Back when you were young. With your dad.... A single man, with a silly, kind of goofy demeanor. He never looked at you with disgust for how you were different, or terror for what you could do, or even annoyance when you made a mistake. No....He was always supportive, and always there for you. Clumsy, and a little dense, but a wonderful parent.... You missed him.... "So, I've brought you to one of my colleagues instead." Albus's voice adds, as you turn your head to look up to..... ... Frankly, what looks like an unimpressive dorm room. Like one of the boarding schools the plump, angry man kept threatening to send you. Blue walls blended in with the night sky, and you could see a myriad of windows.... It wasn't the most promising, or majestic view....Especially coming from the brilliant castle you were shunned out of.... But, as you and Albus stepped up to the door, you could feel it.... An overwhelming, overpowering presence....One that felt strange, even by your own standards. Compared to Albus next to you, and all of the other students and teachers in the school you were in..... This felt.... .... Familiar. "Orio? I've brought that new student." Albus's voice calls out, as you feel the presence shifting....Twisting... and starting to converge on a focal point in the doorway.... You brace yourself for the upcoming presence, energy coursing through your fingers as you prepare for the arrival of...Whatever was sent to greet you, tensing up. Albus seems unperturbed, but you aren't so confident.... As the essence suddenly BWAMFS into existence in front of you, a much....less old figure appearing. A man, you guess with a long, white cloak thrown over dark blue hair...Matched by the kind of clothes you'd seen normal people wearing on your way here. Some kind of shirt, and loose, baggy, jeans. As if he was a normal person, in costume. "Heyyo, Al-baby, and little buddy! What's the good word?" the mysterious, new figure muses, having a.... ... An almost offensively carefree expression on his face. You don't sense anything nearly as magical as the energy you felt before.... Nor, do you sense even the tiniest hint of malice, or authority in this man's stance or being. .... He kind of looks like an idiot. "It's nice to see you too, Orio." Albus responds, much much calmer by comparison. "You look well. I take it there are no objections to his transfer then?" "Objections? Heck no!" the new, younger man calls. You would guess he's in his late twenties, or early thirties. Nowhere close to the other man's age, as he lightly twirls his hand in a wave. "I've heard great and wonderful things about this little tyke! All these whispers in the nightlife, and through that fancy portrait you passed me a few years back. This kid the real deal?" ... You're hardly a child.....And you're not sure about this figure's...complete disregard for any kind of formality. This feels like a trap.... "Well my dude? Are ya for real? Got some cool stuff to show me?" he suddenly calls, bending over slightly to look at you with the same, loose posture, and amused expression. Your shoulders tense up involuntarily, as you prepare to answer.... =============================================================================================================================================== 1. Answer Curtly, but properly. 2. Answer Sarcastically. 3. Nod, Shrug, or otherwise answer nonverbally. 4. Test him with a spell. 5. Other [specify] Character Status: ??? Spell List: Resurrect: Breathe life back into something that has lost it. Supernova: The Hottest Flame Permafrost: The Coldest Ice Gigawatt: The Strongest Charge Squall: The Fiercest Gales Pangaea: The Wildest Earth Quasar: The Brightest Light Tsunami: The Tallest Waters Necrosis: The Touch of Death Distort: Twist something out of it's normal state
  15. Ondinist

    Valerie 21 - Bistro

    It was the last day of Léa's stay with us at Valerie's Docklands flat and we were having a farewell evening meal in a local bistro before she returned to France the next morning. Léa's first visit to London had not started well. She was a small, rather scrawny, nervous, shy and socially awkward girl who seemed much younger than her 17 years and she had wet herself during the long trip from Heathrow Airport to Valerie's Docklands flat (Valerie 20). The following day, Valerie had taken Léa under her wing. Léa had emerged from Valerie's local hair and beauty salon with a cropped, street urchin hairstyle and subtle makeup that skilfully enhanced her elfin features, after which the girls had gone shopping in Valerie's favourite boutiques for some well-chosen fashion classics. Léa's transformation into a gamine beauty had given a boost to her self-confidence. Not that this had stopped Léa wetting herself. Only this morning, as Valerie and I were having breakfast, Léa had appeared in tears, pee dripping from her soaked boy-shorts and a large wet patch on the front of her t-shirt. Between sobs she confessed that she had slept deeply all night and had only woken up a few minutes ago when she realised she was wetting the bed. Valerie had put a comforting arm round her heaving little shoulders and led her gently away to shower and change. As we dined by candlelight in the restaurant, I noticed that Léa, now looking poised and alluring in the peach-coloured dress she had bought earlier in the week, was attracting a great deal of attention from the young Italian waiter, who never missed an opportunity to top up our, and especially her, wine and water glasses. Léa's soulful eyes sparkled with excitement as she talked enthusiastically about the mathematics seminar she had attended. "I've decided to apply for a place at Imperial once I have completed my baccalauréat" she announced. "Why there, particularly?" Valerie enquired. Rather to my surprise, this innocent question caused Léa to blush deeply. There was, she murmured quietly, a boy - "trés sympa, trés gentil" - who had engaged her in conversation during the coffee break on the first morning of the seminar and they had sat together for the rest of the conference. He was a first-year maths student at Imperial and they had exchanged mobile phone numbers to keep in touch when she returned to France. Léa, it seemed, was discovering that she could be attractive to boys and it was an entirely novel experience for her. But suddenly her mood changed. "What's the use?" she sighed, eyes downcast. "It will never last." "Why shouldn't it?" asked Valerie. "As you both know by now, I sometimes have - accidents" Léa replied in a subdued voice. "Sooner or later it would happen when I am with him and that will be the end of it." "Is there some kind of medical problem?" asked Valerie gently. Léa shook her head. "The doctors say there is nothing at all wrong physically, though I do have a smaller than average vessie - I don't know the word in English - so it can fill up rather quickly. "When I started school I was too shy to say that I needed the toilet and sometimes I ended up making a puddle where I was sitting. The other children teased me mercilessly and that just made it worse. All the way through my school years I have been the rather strange, maigre girl who is a maths freak and wets herself. - I don't have many friends." Léa was looking down, twisting her napkin in her hands and seeming close to tears. "Well, you have some friends now!" said Valerie firmly. "Oh, I know!" Léa replied with sincerity. "You have been so kind to me, Valèrie, and you too, Tom!" Her French accent really was rather appealing, I thought. "Going to university is an opportunity to re-invent yourself" said Valerie. "The students there will almost certainly all be strangers so they won't know about your past accidents and how you were teased at school. You can put all of that in the past." "You'll probably still have accidents from time to time but you can manage them to limit the embarrassment and minimise the damage" said Valerie. "It starts with wearing the right clothes so that if you do wet your knickers there is no obvious sign afterwards, even if it is embarrassing at the time. Even better, if you think you might not make it to the loo you may be able to find somewhere to wet yourself discreetly without anybody seeing what you are doing. "I often wet myself, sometimes by accident but more often on purpose. I really don't like using public loos so in summer I wear a short skirt or dress and have bare legs so that I can easily wet my knickers instead. And although I don't often wet myself on purpose when its cold, I never wear tights, just in case. Thigh-length socks under a heavy winter skirt keep me nice and warm and I can still do a wee in my knickers if I need to, without getting everything else wet. "So now you know why I suggested buying hold-up stockings rather than tights to go with that new dress of yours!" Again Léa blushed in embarrassment as she contemplated the possibilities. I signalled for the bill. The young Italian waiter brought it over and topped up Léa's glass one final time. "One other thing you need to know," said Valerie, "is that boys are not always put off by a girl wetting herself. Although I often do, Tom and I have been together now for three years. What's more, last summer I wet the bed in my sleep, just like you did this morning. The only difference was that Tom was in it at the time!" Léa smiled shyly at me. "And you know that Emily and Amanda both wet themselves" Valerie continued "but Jack and Callum don't mind. In fact, between ourselves, all three boys rather like it!" Léa's large brown eyes grew round. "Is that - a thing, with boys?" she asked, almost in a whisper. "Certainly with some boys" I confirmed. "So if this boy of yours is put off by you having an accident, just tell yourself that he is not the one for you! But somehow, my guess is that he won't be put off." The waiter reappeared with our coats and was particularly attentive about helping Léa into hers. "I think he wishes he could keep you!" Valerie murmured quietly. Another deep blush. We left the warmth of the restaurant and stepped into the icy November wind that was gusting around the tall buildings. Valerie shivered. "I really should have gone to the loo before we left" she commented. "Me too!" said Léa. Valerie slipped one arm into mine and the other into Léa's and the three of us walked, heads-down into the cold wind off the Thames, back towards Valerie's flat. "You might get a practical demonstration of how to wet your knickers under a winter skirt in a minute!" she said. Léa giggled. "The demonstration might be too late for me by then!" After ten minutes of hurried walking we gained the relative warmth of the entrance lobby. "Come on, come on!" muttered Valerie as she waited for the lift to descend. Eventually the doors opened, we stepped inside and I pressed the button for our floor. Both girls stood with legs crossed as the lift made its way up to our floor. Léa started to cry. "I think I'm going to wet myself!" "Me too!" said Valerie reassuringly. "Try to hold it until we get inside the flat if you possibly can. Here, Tom, take off our coats, quick!" The lift doors opened and Valerie hurried ahead with the key to her flat. As she fiddled with the key in the lock, Léa sobbed in quiet distress and a few drops of pee spattered on to the stone floor beneath her. The door opened and the two girls hurried in to the hallway. "OK Léa, we can do it here on the floor" said Valerie. In fact Léa was already wetting herself uncontrollably where she stood. Hastily she lifted her dress out of the way, revealing white hold-up stockings, a small, very wet pair of plain white cotton briefs and a stream of pee that was splashing on to the hall floor between her parted legs, forming an expanding pool between her shoes. Facing her, Valerie spread her legs wide, put her hands on her hips beneath her lifted skirt. She gave Léa a mischievous grin then, with a look of sweet relief on her face, she started to pee through her dark blue satin panties, creating a second puddle that spread outwards until it joined up with Léa's. I felt myself growing hard as I watched both girls straddling the flood beneath their feet and pissing steadily on to the marble floor until they were completely finished. I attempted to cover my embarrassment. "Er - coffee, anyone?" Valerie winked knowingly at Léa and both girls collapsed in helpless giggles. I still don't know what the joke was.
  16. Authors Note: This story is obviously exaggerated and has numerous elements of fiction. But this fictional account is the only possible way that I can describe my most surreal of intimate experiences. This is my first and only time successfully sharing/experiencing my interest in omorashi with another human being in an intimate way. The dialogue for the most part is from an actual event that this fictional story is based off of. Warning: the first part will be very, very tame, the proceeding parts will have the good stuff. PART 1 During the day, I gamed. Alone, the hours were eaten away by clicks and strokes on my keyboard. Instances barraged my foes while my eyes stayed glued to the monitor. How much easier I thought, these worlds where social interactions are quantified not by emotions, but by numbers. But I was alone, and as evening came I yearned to some degree for social interaction. I met my friends at a local dive bar where we usually sit outside, smoking, drinking, and listening to each other’s small talk. I usually enjoy these conversations but sometimes I just get introverted and retreat inward, alienating myself from the conversation. And I guess somewhere during the evening my eyes blanked and my head went to the clouds. “Michael, what’s wrong?” My friend Maya asked concerned. “Nothing” I answered. “Then why don’t you have your happy face on?” Maya teased. I looked at myself in the reflection of my beer glass. I saw my grimacing look of discontent but with my eyes so curious beaming back at me. Seeing my expression made me feel a wondrous melancholy that seemed so foreign with a weird sense of déjà vu. I looked at Maya and said with the same expression ingrained on my face, my eyes radiating with melancholy “This is my happy face!” After a slight pause, everyone at the table laughed and I even had to crack a smile. “That was a pretty good Cristina Ricci face” Ryan, Maya’s brother said. Everyone gave Ryan a confused look, not sure what he meant. “Come on, you guys have seen that meme, that one with Christina Ricci from the Adam’s family movie making that face?” Ryan protested in disbelief. He finally pulled the meme up on his Phone, sporting Wednesday Adams making the same face I had with the caption “This is my Happy Face” Everyone quickly agreed that I had basically mimicked the meme. I shrugged my shoulders, “I must have stolen that line from Wednesday. I love that movie, probably one of the best movies of all time,” I admitted. I joined back in the discussion, but soon the chatter became a haze to my ears and I met Maya’s eyes. We both could tell that the other was over the scene, and without speaking a word we left together. Once in my car, we decided to go to Chipotle since neither one of us had eaten dinner yet. We each ordered Burrito’s and took a seat at a table. Maya is a very intelligent, well spoken, and a very witty girl, but she is also very weird and off socially, but in a good way. She has no real issue being very graphic, crude, or brash especially with me. And so now that we were not in earshot of her brother or our more judgmental friends, she told me about how she just loves getting her butt hole licked and how her most recent intimate engagement (she’s very promiscuous) had given her the best rim job ever. Too say the least, I couldn’t help laugh at her imitations and descriptions of her intimate passion for butt hole licking. She soon got so ridiculous, that I just couldn’t look at her in the face without almost crying with laughter, so I gazed out across the restaurant as she continued to talk up an obscene storm. As my stare caught the patrons in line, I saw a figure with black hair and eye’s that… well, eyes that I noticed. I looked closer into her eyes, seeing what I knew all too well, but everything else about her was reminiscent of something that I once knew or forgot, something peculiar that I wanted to remember. She sat down with her tortilla bowl close to the trash bins. I was sure that she knew I was watching her, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t get my eyes off her. After sometime, my stare must have been too piercing. She looked up and met my gaze as my burrito ripped apart in my hand, spilling the contents on my tray. I looked down at my mess but then quickly back up at her. She half smiled at me but turned her gaze down at her food. I soon became desperate to talk to her, but my body and mouth were locked up in a nervous insecurity. I was caught up in a weird array of emotion, desire, and lust that boggled my mind like nothing I had ever experienced before. Maya stopped her rambling, noticing that my attention had shifted to someone else; she followed my gaze and quickly realized who had captured my attention. “Michael, what the fuck? That’s fucking Christina Ricci.” Maya exclaimed somehow in a whisper. “What, no its not.” “No, it fucking is!!! I watch Pan Am like all the time, I would recognize her anywhere. I swear Michael, it is” Maya insisted. I looked at her and definitely recognized the similarity, but it seemed too coincidental. I mean we were in Newport which is close enough to LA to be possible, but... I couldn’t believe that it was really her, it would just be too surreal I thought. “Um, I don’t know Maya, she looks the part, but what the hell, we are at chipotle. What the fuck would she be doing her?” I said somewhat distraught. “Um eating? (laughs) You have to go talk to her!” Maya said slightly laughing. I definitely had a strong desire too, but I didn’t want to admit it to Maya for whatever reason. “You go talk to her!” I said defensively. Maya just laughed as I sat there not sure that I had the courage to approach her… I wasn’t even sure that I should. After some time, I got up to throw away my burrito mound, I accidentally created on my trey. As I began to walk over, she got up and quickly threw her half eaten tortilla bowl away. Yet she lingered, or it seemed to me that she waited. I stared down at the linoleum as I put my hand behind my head, rubbing and frizzing my hair. It will be fine, you’re fine, she will know, you seem.. fine, I thought. Straightening up, I walked over quickly, she turns to me. We both stop still as our gazes create an awkward void that draws me closer while also creating this strong instinct in my being to escape. I breath out heavily, then mumbling nervously far too loud, “aww, umm, thi-s, a, a this, this is my happy face!” I force my previously made face stare at her, reflecting all my melancholy, yet my eyes; our glance continues to create this awkward ambiance that pulls me closer still to her. My stare drives deeper into her. She for a moment mimics the same look. But then quickly breaks into a smiles and giggles, her body swaying, hands and fingers thick into her hair, with her head bent down, her body angled to the side she looks back as she says, “That, (laughs), that was, so… that was so bad, so awkward” Taking her hand out of her hair, she straightens her body up and turns her pose completely toward me smiling with a sort of warm inviting grace and finishes with, “That was so bad, it was hot”, she says slightly giggling. But then she quickly looks back down angling her body slightly askew. With that moment I felt encouraged, I wouldn’t let it go. I felt less alone and so… well I decided to pursue her, to what end or rather what was my end game… I didn’t know, but I was determined. I stared up at her and raised my hand and asked, “High Five?” She laughed and weakly put up her hand and gave me a high five with a slight giggle. I then asked her, “Did you ever watch Land Before Time?” She smiled, responding, “Yeah, that cartoon with the dinosaurs?” “Yeah, that show changed my life, I really related to Little Foot.” I said. She covered her face and laughed before giving me a warm look that had elements of slight confusion. “I always really liked Ducky, she was my favorite.” She stated tittering and swaying on her feet, she swayed with a smile, but then seemed to get overwhelmed with the situation and turned to leave, but I quickly asked, “Did you ever wet your bed?” She turned back around and with curiosity beaming from her eyes freckled with hints of desire, but her expression gave a look of suspicion. She coolly stated, “Yeah, I used to wet my bed a lot.” My eyes and face lite up with the response and I responded, “That’s hot!” Her face became riddled with confusion and excitement, “What? Why!?!” I shrugged my shoulders and plainly said, “It just is, I guess.” She paused with a contorted smile on her face but her eyes were a fire with a strange excitement, “That’s so gross!” She then turned to leave, but after taking a step, she looked back at me over her shoulder with a cute grin. She turned back around nervously giggling and asked, “Wait? What was your name?” PART 2 (Coming Soon)
  17. It was a lazy Sunday morning in Valerie's Docklands flat. Some hours ago Valerie had woken me up by sensually caressing me under the duvet. Once she was certain she had my undivided attention she had straddled me and lowered herself on to my rigid cock. There are worse ways to start the day. After I had brought her to a shuddering climax she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "You'd better hurry up and finish down there - I'm bursting for a wee!" "Then am I entirely safe with you on top of me?" I enquired. Still mounted on me, Valerie sat upright, arching her back and running her fingers through her hair as she considered the question. "Who can say?" she replied with an air of unconcern. "But if not..." she giggled..."you'll be the first to know!" I exploded inside her. Still giggling, she rolled off me and dashed into the en suite. I heard a stream of pee patter into the shower tray, followed by the sound of running water. I flung back the duvet and followed her into the shower. -------------- Valerie had finished her brunch - two large glasses of orange juice, bacon and eggs and plenty of hot black coffee - some time ago and was now sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday Times on her iPad, one long and flawlessly-shaped leg crossed over the other. Her dressing gown was open at the front, revealing that the only other thing she was wearing was a pair of dark blue cotton hipster briefs. Absent-mindedly she had slipped a hand between her legs and was jigging her free foot as she read. The house phone rang. I walked over to the wall-mounted receiver and answered it. It was Angela wanting to talk to her daughter urgently. Valerie stood up and padded barefoot over to the phone. Angela talked for some time. Valerie's brow furrowed. It was clearly something important and not good news. "Oh...I'm sorry to hear that....yes, of course....he has been frail for some time..." She turned to me and gestured for something to write on. "Yes of course she can, Mummy....No, no problem at all.....yes that's fine." Valerie was jigging up and down restlessly but obviously did not want to terminate the conversation. OK, just a minute....Air France 1780...arriving at 1345....Terminal 4...got it." She crossed her legs. "That's OK. I'm sure Tom will...." Her dressing gown was open at the front and I could see the fabric of her briefs start to dampen between her legs. "No, it really is no trouble....it will be nice to see her again...." The damp patch gradually increased in size as Valerie slowly and involuntarily leaked into her knickers. A stray droplet tracked its way down the inside of her left thigh. She rammed her free hand between her legs and held herself tight. Still the conversation went on. "Yes I will...does she know?..." Two or three rivulets of pee were escaping past her clenched hand, snaking down her legs and beginning to pool on the floor around her feet. "Yes of course...I'm sure she is...." I fetched a towel, walked over to Valerie and held it between her legs through her open dressing gown. She flashed me a smile of thanks and let go. The towel grew heavier and I felt warm moisture against my hand. With a final couple of squirts, Valerie finished peeing through her knickers into the towel. "No, that's fine. Leave it with us." I opened the door of the washing machine and lobbed in the saturated towel. Valerie continued to talk on the phone, her soaked knickers still dripping on to the floor. "Yes, yes, you'd better get going.....Do let us know how things are when you get there.....Love to Daddy!" She put the phone down. ----- When she had changed into a clean pair of cotton hipster briefs - pink this time - and added her wet knickers to the pee-drenched towel in the washing machine, together with another towel she had used to mop up the kitchen floor, Valerie sat down and poured herself a fresh cup of coffee.. "Grandad - Daddy's father - is in a nursing home in Gloucestershire. He's been very frail for some time and the home phoned this morning to say that he's taken a turn for the worse and that they think Daddy should get down there as soon as he can. "Anyway Léa - remember her? - is apparently genius-level at maths and her Lycée has organised for her to attend a three-day seminar on maths in code-breaking here in London. It's quite a compliment for her to be invited as she's much younger than the other delegates. "Léa has never travelled abroad on her own so her mother had asked Mummy to pick her up from the airport and look after her whilst she is in London. They were supposed to be seeing the sights tomorrow and then she has the seminar on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But now Mummy and Daddy have had to drop everything and drive to Gloucestershire so she's asked me if we can look after Léa instead. It's lucky that I don't start my new job until next week! "I'll organise the spare bedroom for her and give Emily a call as we're due there for dinner tonight. Would you be a sweetheart and meet Léa at the airport for me? Unfortunately she's coming in to Heathrow, not City, so you'll need to leave soon. Do you mind?" ----- Valerie had texted Léa before she left Paris so she knew I would be meeting her but as I stood in Heathrow's Terminal 4 arrivals hall waiting for her to appear I was not at all sure how she would be feeling about it. On the only occasion we had met before, when she had spent the day with us at the villa in Tuscany, she had been too shy of me and the other boys to admit that she needed to pee and had ended up wetting herself [Valerie 18]. An only child that her mother had kept rather sheltered, Léa seemed to me to be rather young for her age - she must be at least sixteen, maybe seventeen - naive and somewhat vulnerable. Was, her unworldliness an aspect of her mathematical genius or the result of over-protective parenting? I also knew that such fragile self-confidence as she possessed had taken a severe blow recently when her father and mother separated acrimoniously. Léa walked through from the customs hall and looked around uncertainly until she saw me. Petite, slightly underweight, with an elfin face and large, brown eyes, her plain haircut, her short but shapeless shift dress and her 'sensible' shoes did nothing for her. She gave me a limp, damp handshake and I took her bag. "Pleasant flight?" I asked as we descended the escalators to the Heathrow Express platforms. "I don't really like flying" she said hesitantly. "It feels - claustrophobic - is that a word in English? And why do they have to lean over so much when they are turning?" "Something to do with balancing forces" I replied. "You could ask Jack tonight - he's an airline pilot so he can explain it when we go to Emily's flat for dinner tonight. Just change the subject if he starts writing formulae!" We had just missed a train so we had a fifteen minute wait for the next one to leave. As we were waiting I explained to Léa that Heathrow is London's main airport but it is some distance to the west of London whereas our flat in Docklands is on the eastern side of the city. A new direct rail link is being built but until it opens the journey across London is slow and tedious. And, to complicate things further, the Jubilee tube line that serves Docklands was closed that day for weekend engineering work. Léa had seemed tense whilst we were underground but as soon as the train burst out of the airport tunnel into the afternoon sunshine and swept over the flyover on to the main line towards Paddington she relaxed visibly. But when we left Paddington's vast, echoing arched roof for the warren of underground walkways that led to the Bakerloo line platforms her tension returned. The crowds on the escalator, the screech of wheel flanges on rails, the warm, dusty air all seemed to spook Léa. A train was just leaving as we walked on to the platform so I led her to the far end where I knew the trains would be less crowded. Almost immediately the next train swept round the bend and into the platform and I was glad to see that the last car was almost empty. We sat opposite each other on facing seats and I kept up a line of idle chatter to distract her from her apparent anxiety. Edgware Road, Marylebone, Baker Street - our rapid progress through the station stops seemed to give Léa a little reassurance. But after we left the brightly lit station at Regents Park and plunged once again into the dark, narrow, tube tunnel the train slowed and stopped. Beneath the floor a brake air compressor cut in briefly - then silence. Léa was breathing rapidly, she crossed her legs tightly and her fingers pawed at the fabric of her seat - she was close to panic. I crossed over and sat next to her, putting my arm round her shoulders. She was sweating and shaking with fear and her eyes were those of a hunted animal. "Its OK Léa" I murmured. "Its probably just a red signal. We're right behind that other train, I expect we're waiting for it to leave the next station." Sure enough, a few seconds later the brakes released with a sigh and our train ran forward into the platform. We changed lines at Oxford Circus, walking through narrow underground passageways and stairs crowded with shoppers, then as we walked on to the Central Line platform a train suddenly erupted from the tunnel right beside us. Startled, Léa jumped with fright, then froze, her legs crossed tight. The train whined to a halt and flung its doors open. For a moment I thought Léa might refuse to board the train. I put a reassuring arm round her shoulder and guided her on. "Not too far now" I reassured her. There were seats to be had but she perched herself by the door at one end of the car. Tottenham Court Road, Holborn, Chancery Lane, St Pauls, Bank. Mercifully there were no tunnel stops this time and I was soon leading her through another maze of underground walkways and plunging even deeper downwards to the Docklands Light Railway platforms at Bank station. A train was waiting, almost empty, with its doors open. We boarded but Léa did not seem to want to sit down. "Léa, love, what's the matter?" I asked gently. She made no reply. "Do you need the loo?" She nodded. "Have you wet yourself?" Another nod. She wiped away a tear. "Anything worse?" She shook her head emphatically. "Well, that's not too bad then" I said brightly. "Do you still need to go?" She nodded vehemently and wiped away another tear with the back of her hand. At that moment the doors closed and the train moved off, climbing the steep incline and emerging into sunlight. "Its only about ten minutes to our stop and as far as I know there aren't any loos at the stations" I said. "I think you will find it easier to wait if you sit down. We chose a pair of facing seats and Léa perched on the edge of hers, raising her dress clear at the back as she sat down and briefly revealing her plain white knickers with a damp stain between the legs. Shadwell, Limehouse, Westferry, Léa was shifting in her seat with discomfort, crossing and re-crossing her legs. I kept up a one-sided conversation on the history of London's Docklands to try to distract her but I doubt she took in a single word of it. As the train took the flyover at West India Docks she stood up. I thought she was about to pee on the floor but she walked up and down uneasily for a few minutes before sitting down again. We emerged from under the skyscrapers of Canary Wharf and trundled over the bridge to Heron Quays. "This is our stop" I said. "Just a short walk to the flat." Léa hurried ahead of me down the escalator from the platforms and out into the warmth of a fine autumn afternoon. The office blocks were deserted and very few people were around on this Sunday afternoon. We took one of the walkways beside the water. Suddenly Léa stopped walking, put her face in her hands and started to cry as pee flowed down her legs and into her shoes whilst other streams fell from beneath her dress and splashed on to the paving stones. I put an arm round her little shoulders and kissed her lightly on the top of her head as she continued to wet herself helplessly where she stood. "Its OK, love, there's nobody watching. Anyway, I bet that feels a whole lot better!" She smiled shyly up at me through her tears. ----- That night, after making love, Valerie and I lay in bed quietly discussing Léa. She had dissolved in tears on Valerie's shoulder as soon as we arrived at the flat. Valerie had taken her to her room, soothing her and helping her to deal with her soaked knickers, socks and shoes. Léa had emerged an hour later, freshly showered and having borrowed some of Valerie's makeup to mitigate the effects of her earlier crying. Over pre-dinner drinks at Emily and Jack's flat, Emily had skilfully encouraged Léa to tell us about the seminar she would be attending and Léa, sipping an Orangina, had talked with enthusiasm about the uses of mathematics in code-breaking. Dinner had gone well - Léa had even been confident enough to ask Emily if she could use the loo - and now Léa had wished us goodnight and gone to her room. "I've told her there is a mattress protector on her bed and I've put a spare sheet in her room so she's not to worry if she wets the bed" said Valerie. "But my real concern is how vulnerable she is at the moment. She'll be going to university next year where she'll find boys taking an interest in her and her in them. One of them could so easily break her heart whilst she's like this. The underlying problem is her lack of self-confidence and I'm going to do something about that." "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "You'll see!" Valerie replied enigmatically. ----- The next evening I returned from work to find Valerie and Léa sitting on the balcony enjoying the evening sunshine, Valerie with a glass of chilled white wine, Léa with an Orangina. Léa was transformed. Her hair had been expertly cut in a gamine style that complemented her pixie face, its natural mousey-brown colour enhanced with subtle highlights. She was wearing make-up that emphasised her Audrey Hepburn eyes, applied with such skill and delicacy that it did not detract at all from her youthful freshness. She was wearing lipstick of a natural shade , her eyebrows had been lightly plucked and shaped and her nails manicured to perfection. She was wearing a plain, peach-coloured knee-length dress with a large belt that drew attention to her slim waist. Its understated elegance spoke of expert tailoring and it swayed seductively as she rose gracefully from her seat and walked across to greet me. She was beautiful and she knew it. Confidently, she took both of my hands in hers and said "Tom, I want to thank you properly for being so kind yesterday. I really do appreciate the way you looked after me." She stood on tiptoe and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
  18. seajay3647

    Sem's story!

    Geology. Now this probably isn’t the most exciting field of study but it is what I decided to get into. Something about how water could just disappear under the ground always intrigued me. Where did it go? I grew up in a rather large city, people were stacked on people. The rich lived up on the higher levels and those with less lived lower. I’d sit outside my grandma’s apartment and ask myself, how did that water get go into the drain, and eventually end pack up in the sink? Eleven years later and I’m a Hydrologist on a dinky transport ship rocketing towards some colony so far outside of Authority control it didn’t yet have a standard name. Water was something most take for granted, but out in the far reaches of space it is perhaps all that matters to a budding colony. And that’s how I found myself sitting in this terribly uncomfortable seat in an all terrain Land buggy headed to look at some caves. I checked my wrist communicator. There was another 45 minutes of this drive. The buggy bounced itself along over small fern like plants following what could hardly be called a trail let alone a road. The biom this colony was located was best described as a forest. It rained often and the only colors one could see past the windshield was green and brown. Sometimes I was sure the driver, some risk management major who had introduced himself as Remy, purposefully hit every rock on the road. We had found a wave to cross through the vacuum of space at near light speed but we couldn’t invent hovercars or at least good shocks. Everything about this colony was took far too seriously. There were these huge walls set up around the main village and farmland, and no one was allowed to go past them without permission. Even though there were no biological threats detected. Nothing out in the thick foliage could eat us. And those who were given the permissions to go out had to wear these god awful body suits. The fabric kept chafing against the fur on my thighs. I do like having a bunch of pockets to put all my things on me. But military style grab is not my thing. Remy didn’t seem to mind it. He looked to be the sort of person that had a military background anyways. The worst part was the “special panties” I had to wear under the suit. Since it was all one piece as it could be vacuum sealed by adding a helmet. This meant it required the help of another person to get it off, so I was wearing a diaper. There was this odd bulk between my legs that merely added to my own uncomfort. I tried to focus my thoughts on how nice it was to have pockets. (Since the dresses and Jeans I was more accustomed to, never had pockets, or if they did they simply weren’t large enough to carry a pocket spectrometer.) “Alright, here we are.” stated Remy. “Thank, God.” As soon as the buggy came to a stop I opened the door and hopped out happy to stretch. The air was fresh out here. It hit me every time. Growing up in a city, I had never realized just how good air could smell if plants were around. Remy went to the back of the Buggy and gathered up his rifle. I snorted. Remy was a tall Jackal of sorts. His jet black fur matched his own black and green suit well. I’d not known him for very long, but what I did know is that he was discipline oriented and somewhat fond of violence. He was on the colony security team back inside the colony. And no trips outside the walls were ever conducted without a member of said team, despite my protests that spelunking in nearby caves for a secondary clean water source didn’t require muscle. At least he was a hot in his own rough sort of way. He was always wearing this hat that looked like it belonged to an ancient Australian. “You know scans and multiple biologists report there’s nothing carnivorous on this world.” “You can never be too careful. Do you see a lot of herbivores around? Why aren’t they over taking the planet? Something is eating them.” He replied, paying me little mind. I got my backpack off of the back and motioned up to my jackal partner. I paid that no mind and confidently strolled out into the brush, checking my wrist communicator to lead the way. I could hear my partner’s footsteps behind me. “So, the original planet scans showed lower density planet crust in this area?” I asked. Remy nodded. “If it really is some large aquifer then the colony will have plenty of water to sustain itself. But, that will mean that anything we find in this cave might be linked to the wells that have already been dug, meaning we will need to drive quite far out to tap into a completely different water table.” I explained. It didn’t make much sense to me why I was supposed to report to Remy of all people. “That’s acceptable.” Remy clicked on a light to illuminate the cave in front of us. “It’s imperative that we find another secondary water source, not because the council is afraid that we could run out, but because of the possibility of a toxin being introduced to the current supply.” My ears perked up. I knew that the colony was sponsored by a Engentech-alphabet, a major pharmaceutical manufacturer. But I had been under the assumption that the labs were just dissecting leaves in search of new drugs. “Just what are we researching in the labs then? You’re talking about something that rarely happens on populated worlds. What could make the water so toxic that you couldn’t use it? That’s some bio-weapon type stuff you’re afraid of. We can literally recycle urine and polluted rain runoff into perfectly drinkable water.” “It’s just a precaution.” stated Remy in such a way that didn’t have me convinced. “People lock their doors, sure. But no one barricades their door unless they know someone’s coming.” Remy didn’t respond, and I lead into the cave. All the security around the complex really did have my fur up on end sometimes. Safety was one thing, but this place was run in the most extreme security conscious manner. I could not wait to get my contract finished with and get off the planet. Just needed to find new water, I remind myself. Deeper into the cave we traveled. Water had to have carved this all out at some point. And I was pretty confident we would find some deeper in the cave. Though I just hoped that the cave system we’d come across wasn’t that big. A terrible small crossed my nose. Remy stopped dead in his tracks. “Don’t move.” He scanned around the cave with his light. “That’s the smell of dead flesh.” This only made the smell more repulsive to me. Remy moved around the cave in search of the culprit, and soon it was found. A heap of animal bones and flesh was just rotting in a nest built from dead branches and leaves. Remy let out an audible sigh. “Ooo, scary. It doesn’t even look like it was eaten. If there was something carnivorous out here, wouldn’t you assume that it would have scavenged this uh… thing?” The dead critter likely stood at about four feet tall and was some cross between a boar and a rhino. Its flesh was made of some foreign hard grey material. But it had a long nose with a flat end like a pig. “Shall we get back to looking for water now?” It was then I noticed something odd in the nest. There was a piece of cloth that was used to pad the den along with the leaves. I knelt down, plugging my nose to get a closer look. “Hey, it found some, coat or something.” A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and tugged me away from the nest. “Don’t touch anything. It could have died from some disease, I think it’s best to continue moving.” “You’re too paranoid. Look, we are almost 155 miles from the colony and this critter has some guys coat it found. That’s a big discovery. It means these animals have huge zones of travel.” “Water. You find it.” Commanded Remy in a much more angry tone. “I’ll put it in the report. Just stop poking around the thing.” I rolled my eyes. “This is why you’re single.” We continued down into the cave again in search of water. The nest was a good sign. It meant that the critter may have set his nest up in hear because of a nearby water source. My suspicions were confirmed to be correct. Just another 20 or so yards into the cave was a small pool of water that disappeared down a hole that was much too small for either of us to crawl through. I squatted down and began to unpack my stuff. “So how do you tell if this water is good, anyways?” “I placed a marker in the well back in the colony. It’s a harmless microsubstance with an extremely high rate of diffusal so I merely need to test for that substance. If I find it, then we know our wells and this point are connected in some way.” I explain. It took some time for the device to complete running it’s tests. “Is that it? You just stick that little rod in the water and we’ll know?” I nodded, but Remy began to laugh. “And you went to school for that?” His laughing rolled into chuckles. “How much are you paid to go around and stick computers into puddles?” “I’m sure I’m paid more than you!” I promptly retorted. I was a university graduate in a lesser known field of study, and the only reason I took this job where I had to travel over a billion miles from my cozy apartment was due to the lucrative pay. “That’s because you’re eye candy.” Remy teased, reaching out to pat my head like I was a pet! I stamped my foot and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He’d hidden an insult in a compliment. I certainly wanted to somewhat believe that I was cute. But also he was stating my degree meant nothing! I could not shout out how much money I was being paid, as the contract I had signed explicitly stated I wouldn’t get paid if I did that. I shut my mouth and let him have his win. It was probably best to play nice with Remy anyways. My ears flattened in defeat. A beep alerted me to some issue with the sensor. I squatted down to check what was going on. “Alright, I’m sorry stop it with the sad ears.” Remy said, reaching down to gently grab the tip of each of the long fluffy headflags. The Jackal held each of my ears and pulled up gently, as to point them back at the sky instead of flat against my head. “You know, when I was in Port Authority security, posture was considered very important. The CO would make you do a couple hundred push ups if you were seen walking about with your ears all droopy. One must always look alert and distinguished after all.” I turned around to face Remy and gave him my best puppy dog eyes. “Well, maybe if you think I’m good looking you could help me out of this suit so I can go tinkle.” I was admittedly trying to guilt trip him. I had read the pamphlet on when you were allowed to take off the suit (As the car ride was long and what else was I supposed to do?). Now was not one of those times. I’d been in the suit a while now, and peeing in it sorta spooked me, even if it was designed for me to do just that. Remy did what I expected: He shook his head. “No, policy states you’re not taking that off unless we’re in the vehicle or you’re injured and it’s required.” He stated in that monotone policy voice he had. I frowned and flattened my ears. Remy lifted my ears back up. “Yeah, whatever, just quite touching my ears.” I complained, batting his hands away. I squatted back down to focus on more work, which was currently just staring at the little sensor until it beeped. I decided now was as good as a time as ever to… relax. A warm feeling overcame my groin and with that out of the way I could actually think again. Remy kept glancing around as if he was on high alert. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was the sort of person who did not sleep at night. The sensor beeped and I picked it up. “We done?” asked the Jackal in an almost worried tone. “No, turns out that this water is connected to the wells in the colony.” I pack up my things. Remy nodded. “I guess we’ll have to try the next set of caves in the valley.” “No, we’ll head back to base and start back out tomorrow in a new direction.” He stated curtly. The Jackal began leading towards our buggy. “But the original planet scans showed that water would be more easily accessible in the north where we are now.” I protest. Though heading back to the colony and sleeping in a real bed sounded nice. I was not the biggest fan of camping, but I was also not a big fan of prolonging this job. Something about how everyone acted in the colony really didn’t sit well with me. “Doesn’t matter. We are headed back.” I was sure something was up now. Remy walked at a brick pace. I dedicated most of my attention to following him along and not slipping on the cave floor. “Jeez, slow down. What’s got you so spooked?” “Nothing spooks me.” Stated the clearly spooked Jackal. Remy got into the buggy rather quickly, not bothering to stow his rifle in the back. I took my time stowing away my things carefully in the back. I made a show of stretching outside the buggy. Sitting down was a new experience now as I was promptly reminded that I had recently went pee. The diaper did do a pretty good job at not feeling wet. But there was still this warm puffy pad that just groped my groin as I sat. Remy was driving rather quickly. A big bump knocked me out of my thoughts. “Remy, seriously. Just slow down.” It was then I saw it. Something darted across the road that wasn’t an animal. “Shit did you see that?” The figure was gone as quick as it appeared. “Yes,” replied Remy. “But you did not see it.” The Jackal’s hands were tense. He just gripped the wheel so very tight. “You understand me, Semandi? You didn’t see it, only I did. You were busy taking a nap on the ride home.” “Fuck you, that was a person. Why are we driving away so fast? What did he do?” I turned to look at Remy, demanding some answers but he just looked like a ghost had come over him. He did not reply, and so I was left to speculate in my own head. The ride back didn’t feel nearly as long. Remy had mostly calmed down as we reached the gates. “This is the Rover-5 returning, let can we open up those doors?” I watched as Remy talked into the comms equipment. Parking the rover inside was rather uneventful. The garage was a large glorified box. It was built into the wall allowing it to act as a sort of gate between the outside and inside of the colony. There were perhaps 6 truck buggies like our’s parked along side of two much larger military style vehicles. I hopped out and had to squint my eyes. The lights were all off inside to conserve energy. Just one or two small lights by the exit doors could be seen. As I was getting my bearings Remy came around the vehicle rather quickly and then pushed me up against the truck. He leaned in close and whispered. “The cameras can’t see us right here. Listen, I’ve got to go report in. You saw nothing. Do you understand me, Sem? You saw nothing out there. Keep your mouth shut and if you really want to know more, then meet me at my place in an hour.” Remy then spun me around more roughly than I would have liked and undid the back of my suit. The Jackal strolled away without a word after that, leaving me both literally and figuratively in the dark. (So this is a big set up piece to Sem’s story line. Subsequent pieces will follow each week. Let me know where you'd like to see this go. I've always thought there should be more story driven pieces with some light sprinkling of omorashi and diaper stuff.)
  19. If you are coming to this without having read the earlier parts, here are links to: The introduction (which sets the scene) - part 1 Part 2 (which describes the events at the viewing day before the auction) Links from them will take you back to here. [Luke and I walked home together, weary, and reminiscing about the sights from that day. We hoped tomorrow would not be a disappointment; we were sure it would not. I was looking forward to a long soak in a warm bath. With a couple of my most attentive maiden slaves. Red-headed Leena, and raven-haired Fran would be perfect. I would be disappointed if they had not been drinking plenty of water all day. I would keep them desperate in the bathroom until they could wait no longer and had to pee on the tiles.] Day 2 - auction day I woke up just before sunrise, with Leena, warm and soft, sleeping snuggled against my chest. I stroked the curve of her back, and, drowsily, her hand started to explore my body. For the first time, I found myself wondering about her experiences before she joined our household. ‘Leena.’ ‘mmmmm?’ ‘That’s good. But if you keep on with that, I’m going to have to fuck you again.’ ‘Good. I want you to fuck me.’ ‘Leena.’ ‘I went to the slave market yesterday. Have you ever been there?’ ‘Of course. Where do you think your dad bought me? Did nobody want to buy you?’ ‘Cheeky! I was looking.’ ‘I bet they were selling the girls. That’s why you are so hard now! Did you watch the girls pissing?’ ‘I saw lots. They weren’t allowed out of the cages. They had to pee on the floor when they needed to go. Did they put you in a cage?’ ‘Of course. I’m a slave.’ ‘Did you pee in the cage?’ ‘Of course. I was there all day. There was nowhere else to piss. We all pissed on the floor.’ ‘What was that like?’ ‘Horrible. I was really scared because nobody told me anything. I had been brought up as a slave in a big house, a bit like this. One day I was just told to get in a wagon outside my house. There were other girls my age inside already, but we didn’t know where we were going. We were taken to a sort of prison for a few days, then to another prison in the big tent. On the second day there, we were all woken up early, given breakfast, ordered to have a pooh, and then we had to undress. The hairdressers and manicurists did our hair and got us ready. That was nice. It was the first time since I left home that anyone had been kind and helped me look good. I still didn’t know what was happening, and nobody would tell me. ‘Then, when I was ready, with about six other girls, we were pushed into the big hall. That’s what you saw yesterday?’ ‘Yes’, I replied. ‘Go on.’ ‘They took us across the hall to a big cage. Other girls were in other cages already. They told us not to call out to them or we’d be punished. They brought lots of cold, sweet coffee to us. That was a real treat. Slaves don’t often get coffee. We were in the empty room for a long time, while the other girls were being prepared. We didn’t know why we were locked in the cage or how long we were going to be there. We were just told we wouldn’t be hurt if we did as we were told.’ ‘But you knew you were at the market?’ I asked. ‘No. We didn’t know where we were, or why. One of the other girls asked when she could get out to go to the toilet. They told her to just wait. She was really desperate by the time people started to come in to look at us. She was holding herself and pee-dancing. ‘Mmmmm,’ she continued. (She was running her fingers up and down my twitching cock.) ‘She was completely naked. You could see everything. Bum, tits, cunt. You like hearing about this, don’t you?’ ‘Yes.’ I said. ‘Just like I enjoyed watching you wet your pants last night. Tell me more. What happened to her?’ ‘She asked again if she could get out for a pee and they said we had to stay in the cage all day. They told her to pee in the cage if she couldn’t hold it. ‘So did she hold it?’ ‘Of course not. She couldn’t. None of us could. Not when we were there all day. We all pissed when we had to, with men watching us like we were animals in a zoo.’ ‘Was she the first to piss?’ ‘In our cage, yes, I think so. She just suddenly sat on the floor and made a big puddle where she was sitting. She cried. I couldn’t hold it then either and I began to wet myself. I couldn’t stop and so I just went down and pissed on the floor.’ ‘Did you cry?’ I asked. ‘A little bit. None of us liked being undressed. We were all trying to cover ourselves up with our hands. We asked for something to wear and they told us we were on display. So we were already feeling like we were really wrong, being naked. And then we couldn’t go anywhere to piss and had to just let go and do it while everybody was looking.’ ‘Did you have to pee again?’ ‘Yes, four times I think. There were so many people watching and looking all the time. I just held on and held on. Each time it got to the point where I was almost bursting and I realised I just had to do it. So I would just crouch down and let it flow.’ ‘And people were watching you all the time?’ ‘Yes. And getting off on it. One lad – he must have been about your age – was playing with himself in his toga when I started peeing. He was staring, trying to look up my legs as I was going. I thought, well fuck you, and parted my legs for a moment so he could get a good view. That was enough to make him cum. Actually I quite liked that. He made such a mess in his toga. He went bright red. Anyway, it’s your turn. I’m going to make you cum again right now.’ ‘And how are you going to do that?’ I was remembering her from last night, her loose clothes so sheer and flimsy that I could see her body almost as clearly as if she had been naked. She had stood in front of me, legs slightly parted and pissed into her baggy harem pants. Through the material I could see the sparkling stream cascading to wet her pants which then clung to her legs. ‘I’m going to fuck you’ she replied. And with that she rolled me on my back and in the same movement straddled me, grabbed me and guided my cock to slide into her cunt as she lowered herself to take me inside her. She was right. She did make me cum again and it didn’t take long.
  20. We had all made an effort to look smart, the boys in dinner jackets and the girls in beautiful party dresses and high heeled shoes. Valerie wore a cocktail dress that perfectly matched her captivating blue-grey eyes, Emily's black chiffon party dress emphasised the dark, wavy hair she had inherited from her father and Amanda had a short, flouncy cerise skirt paired with a pink and lilac top, her honey-blonde hair swept up in artful confusion. Earlier, whilst we were getting ready to receive our guests, Valerie had teased me by sitting on my lap in a light blue bra and panty set, paired with sexy-looking garter stockings. Dodging my wandering hands, she had whispered that she and her sisters had all agreed they would all wear seductive lingerie to the party "for afterwards". Valerie's cooking had been a great success and at the end of the meal Emily had made a pretty speech to thank Peter and Angela, the girls' parents, for the keys to her new flat. Peter and Angela then left the party to return to their London townhouse but nobody else had to travel anywhere as Amanda and Callum were staying overnight with us and Emily and Jack's new flat was in the same block as ours. A third flat would be Amanda's after her 21st birthday. We lingered at the dining table to finish the wine - a process that involved opening fresh bottles from time to time - and to drink coffee and brandy. We were all pleasantly relaxed and the conversation was becoming increasingly uninhibited. Emily had been enthusiastically describing the work she and Jack were doing to furnish and decorate her new flat when Valerie asked, with deceptive innocence, whether she was at all worried about leaks and spillages on carpets. "I'm going to keep the marble flooring with just a few rugs" Emily replied, before seeing the mischievous twinkle in Valerie's eyes and realising that she was referring to the uninhibited pee play that we all knew Emily indulged in with Jack in his old Limehouse flat and in the privacy of their room at the villa in Tuscany. She blushed bright red but joined in the laughter around the table. "I - I mean, its such nice flooring it seems a shame to cover it up...." she stammered. "I'd stop digging if I were you" Amanda advised, to more laughter. "Don't let Valerie embarrass you" I said. "You know perfectly well that all three of us boys are wired up the same way. We're putty in your hands when you girls wet yourselves for us!" "Hard putty in your case" Valerie retorted. "Positively stiff." Callum said thoughtfully "You know, you three girls are - rather unusual in that respect - not that I am complaining for one moment! When I first met Amanda she was wetting her knickers." "Why am I not surprised?" Emily murmured. "I needed a wee!" Amanda protested, giggling. "We were on our way back to the student flats after going out clubbing and it was a long walk and it was cold! What's a girl supposed to do? And anyway, remind me, what were you doing at the time?" "Having a pee" Callum conceded. "I just wasn't doing it in my pants." "Well, its easier for boys!" Amanda declared with a pout. "In any case, as I recall the way that night developed, you didn't seem to be in the least put off by my wet knickers." "Far from it!" Callum acknowledged. "I'm just curious to know how how it all started." "It actually goes back quite a long way" said Valerie thoughtfully. We never met our grandmother because she died shortly after I was born but I gather she was very much into the hippie scene of the 1960s and 1970s, living in some sort of commune and travelling from one music festival to another. Certainly my mother and her brothers all had different fathers, none of whom stayed around. The commune didn't last long and my mother and her step-brothers were raised in a tiny cottage deep in the countryside with no proper plumbing - water from a pump and a ghastly chemical toilet in an outhouse. "They were free to roam wild whenever they were not at school and they would often stay out all day. Her brothers would simply pee into a bush whenever they needed to but they teased her unmercifully if she squatted down with her knickers round her ankles. However she soon found that she could wet herself under her dress without her brothers noticing anything. Her mother didn't mind at all and said that she used to do the same thing at music festivals because the loos were always indescribably awful." "Us three girls were brought up the same way" Valerie continued. "When we were old enough to understand, she confided in us that sometimes the easiest thing for a girl to do is to wet herself and that we were allowed to do so provided we didn't cause damage, offend anybody or embarrass ourselves. It was something to be kept strictly within the family. "It was to prove very useful on long car trips to Italy, though. When the building work on the Tuscan villa was eventually finished, Mummy went round furniture auctions and architectural salvage sites finding things to furnish it. Daddy bought a Range Rover and a trailer so that we could drive all this stuff down to Italy ourselves - on one occasion we had a life-size statue strapped to the roof rack." Amanda, who was sitting beside me, had become uncharacteristically quiet. She was listening attentively to Valerie's story, one hand cupped under her pretty little chin. Beneath the table the napkin that had been covering her lap had slipped to the floor and I could now see that she had pushed up her cerise skirt, revealing the tops of stockings, bare thighs and a glimpse of lacy panties, and was holding herself with her other hand, which was clamped between her tightly crossed legs. Clearly she was in desperate need of a pee but was determined to ignore it so as not to miss the conversation. I knew from experience that Amanda's habit of putting off a visit to the loo did not always end well - or, more exactly from my point of view, did not always end dry. Like a good host, I topped up everybody's wine and water glasses and awaited developments. "Our first car trip to Italy trip was a bit of a disaster" said Emily. "London to the villa is over a thousand miles and we were constantly having to stop because one or other of us needed the loo and that seemed to make the journey last for ever. "In those days a lot of the French motorway rest areas only had a concrete hut with a hole-in-the-floor loo that you had to squat over. What was worse, nobody ever seemed to clean them. We all hated them. So much so that at one stop I pretended that I didn't need the loo. Shortly afterwards I ended up in tears, sitting in the puddle that I had made on the expensive leather seat. Although Daddy was sweet about it I was still very upset." Valerie took up the narrative again. "When we were planning the next trip, Daddy came up with a brilliant idea. He worked out that if he and Mummy shared the driving and we only stopped for lunch and overnight we could easily do the whole trip in two days, saving a second overnight stop and a further half day on the road. "He explained that Range Rovers are used a lot for country sports like grouse shooting and owners often fit tailored waterproof seat covers to protect against rain and mud. He suggested buying a set of these and agreeing that on the next trip we didn't have to stop just for a wee. He promised that he would always stop if we really wanted to but if not we could just wee in our knickers. "We were all in favour of this as it meant a quicker journey and, best of all, we wouldn't have to use those horrible roadside loos. So we agreed to give it a try next trip. Valerie paused for a sip of wine. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs. I noticed that Emily also seemed fidgety and had her legs tightly crossed. So, dear reader, picture the scene. There I am, sitting at a dinner table with three beautiful and elegantly dressed young women, knowing that they were all wearing exciting lingerie beneath their expensive-looking dresses and that all of them showing signs of needing to pee - at least one apparently close to wetting herself. Are you surprised that some interesting fantasies were floating into my mind? I filled up everybody's glass again. Valerie continued her story. "Mummy put folded towels on our seats and told us to make sure that our dresses were out of the way if we were going to wet our knickers. We set off off very early in the morning with Mummy driving and in less than two hours we were at the Eurotunnel terminal at Folkestone where we drove straight on to the next shuttle train, skipping the terminal building. We had a picnic breakfast in the car during the journey through the Channel Tunnel, then straight off at the other end and on to the autoroute southwards. "The fizzy pop I had drunk with my picnic soon worked its way through so I just let go and wet myself where I was sitting. It was so easy that from then onward I didn't bother to hold it at all, I just released trickles and spurts into my knickers, which were already soaked anyway. I loved the feeling of cruising down the autoroute playing on my Game Boy whilst letting out yet another warm flood. In fact I still have to remind myself not to automatically wet the seat when I am being driven on a long journey! "By the time we stopped for lunch all three of us had all done a wee in our seats so Mummy handed out fresh knickers for us to change into in the car before we went into the restaurant. All the wet things just went into a plastic container in the boot. "When we came out she put fresh towels on our seats and Daddy took over the driving. We'd all used the loo in the restaurant so we stayed dry for some time but it was a long afternoon and one by one each of us wet ourselves, including Mummy. She said she did it to save time but I think she just wanted to give it a try herself. We had been careful to keep our dresses clear and when we walked in to our night-stop hotel near Dijon there was nothing to see. Then showers, a nice meal and a good night's sleep. "The second day followed the same pattern and with an early start from Dijon we were at the villa by five o'clock in the afternoon. "Nowadays we usually fly down to Italy so the long car trips have ended but, as you know, we do have towels in the Fiat runabout because its not always easy to find a nice loo when we are out so we often wet our knickers instead. Also the villa's grounds are extensive and surrounded by farmland so we are completely private. We spend most of our time outside and never really bother to go indoors for a wee...." Amanda stood up suddenly. "Sorry to interrupt the story but I can't wait!" Her legs were pressed together. She paused and tensed for a moment before taking a couple of steps towards the bathroom. Then she peed on the floor. "Oh Val, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" she gasped, standing immobile whilst the uncontrolled cascade between her legs splashed on to the marble between her shiny high heeled shoes. Once she had regained control she ran to the bathroom, leaving a trail of droplets as she went. I fetched a towel and dropped it over the flood. "Amanda's not the only one who's left it rather late" said Valerie. She hurried over to the French windows, stepped on to the balcony, gathered up her dress and squatted down. There was a hissing sound as a patch of wetness spread across her blue panties and a puddle formed and expanded across the balcony floor a few inches beneath her. She stayed on her haunches holding her dress clear until the flow finally ended. Then she stood up and walked back inside to make sure that Amanda was OK, a second trail of droplets marking her passage. With the bathroom occupied, I walked out on to the balcony, unzipped and pissed into the corner. Jack and Callum followed suit. At the other end of the balcony, away from the light that spilled out from the interior of the flat, Emily was standing quietly looking out across the grey moonlit Thames towards the lights twinkling on the south bank. A splashing sound in the darkness suggested that admiring the view was not the only thing she was doing and that beneath the black chiffon a third pair of panties were getting a thorough soaking. With thanks to Mikey Mike for suggesting this story
  21. Amanda and Callum's long were finishing a long, leisurely lunch at a table on the rooftop terrace of a restaurant in one of the medieval hilltop villages that are so characteristic of Tuscany. Callum was studying architecture at university and they had spent the morning exploring the ancient fortifications, the grand houses of the powerful families that had once ruled in this part of Italy, the quaint back streets and alleyways and the church, plain and severe on the outside, sumptuously decorated inside. Amanda had used the restaurant lavatory as soon as they arrived and now, having split the cost of the meal between them, Callum disappeared downstairs for the same purpose whilst Amanda stayed at the table to settle the bill. That done, she descended the narrow staircase to where Callum was waiting in the hot sunshine by the restaurant door. Should she go to the loo a second time, she wondered? She had certainly drunk a lot of water during the meal, as well as a glass of chilled white wine, and she could already feel the pressure building inside her. No need, she decided. It was a ten minute walk back to the car and then just half an hour to get back to the family's Tuscan villa. She could easily wait that long. As they strolled back to the car park, hand in hand, Callum reflected on his luck that this beautiful creature, her honey-blonde hair tied in a ponytail and her blue summer dress with its belted waist and wide skirt swaying seductively as she walked, was actually his girlfriend. By the time the reached the battered old Fiat hatchback that served as the family's holiday runabout, Amanda was regretting her decision not to the loo again before she left the restaurant. Plan B would be to stand between the parked cars and wet her knickers as she, her sisters and her mother often did - there was a stack of towels in the boot for protecting the car seats on just such occasions - but unfortunately the car park was too busy for that. People were walking by all the time and already another car was hovering, waiting to take their place as soon as they moved off. Callum opened the passenger door for her and she sat down, sweeping her dress beneath her. She would just have to wait. "I was talking to the restaurant owner about the architecture of the village and he said that I really ought to see a ruined monastery near here" Callum reported. "Would you mind if we take a quick look whilst we are passing?" Amanda felt it would be churlish to say no - after all, Callum had spent all day yesterday patiently accompanying her around a 'fashion village' - a collection of factory outlets selling discounted end-of-lines from Italy's top design houses. She had had a delightful time combing through shoes, handbags, dresses, jeans and scarves in Valentino, Chloé, Tom Ford, Roberto Cavalli, Ermanno Scervino, Etro and many, many more. Callum, for his part, had taken one look at the price tag on an ordinary-looking man's shirt, discounted from 400 euros to a mere 95 euros, and decided that this was not a place for a boy on a student budget and no generous allowance from a rich father. "Of course we can, darling" Amanda replied. Her bladder gave a rebellious twinge of protest. The monastery turned out to be a good ten miles off their route home, up a narrow road that twisted and zig-zagged over the hills, where puffy white clouds were towering up in the mid-day heat and humidity. Amanda debated asking Callum to stop so that she could pee but there never seemed to be a place where he could pull off the road safely and she could be out of sight of passing cars. When they finally arrived at the site, the car park was a good two hundred yards away from the entrance to the ruined monastery, down a tree-lined avenue with unfenced fields on either side. There were other tourists and visitors around and no cover anywhere for a girl to do a discreet pee. 'Please God, let there be a loo at this place!' Amanda prayed to herself. Callum looked at her, concerned. "Are you OK?" he asked. Amanda smiled brightly back at him. "Fine! I just need a wee, that's all". "Shall we turn back and head for the villa?" "No, let's take a look now we're here. Hopefully there will be a loo somewhere." Privately, she knew that it was too late for a change of plan now. By the time they reached the villa she would have soaked herself and the fabric of the car seat. A towel would cope with damp underwear but on its own it would would not protect the seat from a full flood. She wished that the car had the waterproof seat covers that her father had fitted to the family Range Rover for long journeys when they were children. She and her sisters each had a towel to sit on and would wet their knickers whenever they needed to - no tense searches for a garage with a toilet that would probably be disgusting. Her mother, too, would sometimes hitch up her skirt, place a towel under her and sit still with a faraway expression for a few moments. Spare knickers and fresh towels would be handed out at the next stop. To Amanda's considerable relief there was a sign behind the ticket counter pointing towards the visitor lavatories. They paid their entrance fee, pushed through the turnstile and entered the cool, medieval building. Callum stood admiring the tall pillars and arches of the nave, its roof now open to the sky, and Amanda hurried off to find the promised lavatory. Her relief was short-lived. It was locked, with a cardboard sign taped to the door saying that it was out of order. It took an effort of will for her to overrule her bladder, which was now threatening to empty itself there and then. Feeling that she could burst, Amanda hurried back to Callum. As she started to explain the situation, fat raindrops splattered on to the ground around them and the sun disappeared behind a dark, threatening cloud that suddenly loomed over the open monastery roof. Within seconds the raindrops had become a downpour of tropical intensity. Thunder rolled, gusts of wind surged round the ancient pillars and the temperature dropped sharply. The visitors in the nave made a dash for the only cover, the remains of an undercroft with vaulted arches resting on squat pillars to support the weight of the stone floor above. Eight or ten other people stood, singly, in pairs or in small groups, silently looking out at the torrential rain that hissed and splashed as it hit the ground. The imagery and the sudden coolness in the air did nothing to ease Amanda's desperation. A teenage girl dressed in tight-fitting denim shorts and a t-shirt twas standing next to Amanda. The girl turned to her mother and murmured in French "J'ai envie de pipi! Ça presse!" 'Oh well, at least I'm not the only one' Amanda thought. The girl's mother gave her an irritated frown. "Tu devras attendre" she replied dismissively. The girl shifted restlessly as she looked at the rain outside. It was beginning to ease but was still strong enough to soak to the skin. By now, Amanda's bladder was pulsing. She felt the first uncontrolled spurt of hot urine soak into the cotton fabric of her knickers and droplets start to track their way down her thighs. She tried to hold back the flood but the next surge was only a couple of seconds later and this time she could not make it stop. "I'm damned if I'm going to ruin these sandals!" she thought and she parted her legs. A stream of pee appeared beneath Amanda's dress, splashed noisily on to the ancient flagstones between her parted legs and ran in rivulets across the uneven surface to pool in depressions and crevices. Callum slipped his hand into hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Most of the other visitors stood in embarrassed silence, trying to pretend that nothing was happening as the splashing sound continued. The girl's mother, however, stared at Amanda and pursed her thin lips in silent contempt. When Amanda had finished wetting herself the teenage girl glanced shyly at her. Amanda gave her a conspiratorial wink and a nod. The girl gave an almost imperceptible shrug of the shoulders. A dark stain spread up her denim shorts from crotch level to mid-height whilst streams of pee cascaded from the leg openings, splashing on to the stone floor and flooding down her thighs and legs into her socks and trainers. "Léa!" exclaimed her mother in shocked tones "Tu t'es mouillé! C'est une inondation!" Still muttering angrily in French she walked across to the entrance and looked out across the open nave where the rain had almost stopped. Behind her mother's back, Amanda gave the girl a high five.
  22. ILoveOmorashi

    The Merchant's Wife

    Kumiko didn’t know exactly how long she had been tied to the wooden post since her abductors put her there, but it was long enough to induce an urgent need to urinate. She was already terrified about what might happen to her and the ropes pulled tightly across her body and arms (which were also tied behind the post at her wrists) hurt, but her greatest concern at the moment was her full bladder. She did, however, know how she got here. Her husband was a moderately wealthy merchant who owed gangsters a lot of money, and she was walking home just several hours before when suddenly she was grabbed by four men and dragged her into a nearby alley, one putting his mouth over her hand before she could scream while another tied her hands behind her back. Then she was gagged and put in a storage compartment and taken to the house they were at now. Kumiko wasn’t sure where exactly it was, but looking at the cellar she was in, it was a good guess that it was still in the Nihonbashi business district (gangsters and merchants could sometimes be one and the same). She wondered how long she would be in this position. Even in the unlikely event that her husband had contacted the local police, they were made up of samurai who normally considered the merchant class parasites, so any case involving merchants would be of low priority for them. Just then, the cellar door slid open and two people stepped down. It was one of the lackeys who abducted her and the head gangster’s lover, who was young and attractive, but also had a mean countenance and wore a gaudy print kimono. Kumiko herself was still a rather attractive woman at 33. “The boss said we need to check on the woman,” she heard the lackey saying. When they walked toward her, the mean-looking gangster’s girl laughed and said, “What does the rich lady have to say?” and pulled down her gag. Kumiko’s need to urinate was now extremely urgent and she decided to ask her captors to take care of it. “I need to use the place of relief. Could you please untie me?” She was seated in a kneeling position while tied up and her legs were noticeably squeezed together underneath the kimono. The girl cackled maliciously and the lackey chuckled with her. “So the rich lady needs to piss, does she?” she said. “Well, that’s just too bad! You’re not going anywhere until your husband pays us.” “Please, it’s really an emergency…” The rest of Kumiko’s plea was muffled by the gag being put back in her mouth. They both laughed a little again. “Come on, let’s go back upstairs,” the lackey said. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” the mean girl exclaimed. “Let’s invite the lady to the party!” Then they both ran upstairs and about a minute later, the lackey came back down into the cellar with another dull-looking lackey and they untied her from the post (her hands were still bound behind her) and dragged her upstairs. Her bladder was screaming at her now. Upstairs, Kumiko could see that there was a party going on in the i-ma, and more. Three couples were openly making love. A drunken homely woman was plucking a samisen and singing, doing both poorly. Empty sake bottles were strewn about on the tatami. But she mostly noticed the tattooed, middle-aged oyabun sitting in the middle of it all looking seemingly detached. He then looked over at Kumiko and flashed a devious grin. “How nice of you to join us”, he said humorously. “Kobun, let our guest speak.” The dullard kobun took off her gag again. She had only one thing to say: “Please untie me, I really need to make water!” she pleaded, close to tears. Her desperation was so great now that she forgot her formality. She was standing in front of them with her hands still bound behind her and legs were trembling. Almost everyone else in the room laughed at her plea. The oyabun just smiled. “You can make water right now if you wish”, he replied. His girlfriend cackled. “But we’re not letting you go until your deadbeat husband pays up.” Kumiko couldn’t believe he just suggested that she wet her kimono! “PLEASE, I…” The gag was put back on. “Tie her to the pillar over there,” the oyabun ordered. “I’m going to bed now.” Then he retired upstairs, leaving Kumiko to the mercy of his underlings, his cruel woman, and his guests. She was tied to another wooden post in a standing position, in tremendous pain from her need to urinate. “Let’s see if she pisses herself”, the mean girl said suddenly. Then she, the four other women and dumb kobun kneeled in front of Kumiko. “Aw, what’s the matter? Do you need to go bad?” she teased. And for the next two hours, Kumiko struggled with all her might to keep from wetting herself while the cruel women, the kobun and other guests watched as if it were a bunraku show. She squirmed against the ropes, shifted from foot to foot and squeezed her legs and thighs together and perspired heavily. With her wrists bound behind her, there was no way she could put them in her crotch in an attempt to relieve some of the agony like she desired to. Finally, she couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a muffled cry as her swollen bladder let go. Urine poured down her legs and splashed onto the wooden floor below, forming a puddle that also ran onto the tatami. It also left a wet patch on the lower front of her silk blossom-print kimono and a larger patch of wetness in the back that urine both streamed and dripped from. Kumiko’s face turn red from humiliation and she began to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks. The oyabun’s woman laughed, danced around and clapped her hands with delight at the sight of this. The others just stared in stunned amazement, the kobun getting an obvious erection underneath his kimono. As Kumiko sunk to the floor as much as the ropes allowed and sobbed, she hoped her bakka husband would pay up soon.
  23. Ondinist

    Valerie 18 - Léa

    VALERIE 18 - LÉA "I bumped in to an old friend yesterday" said Angela as we were finishing breakfast in the Tuscan villa. "I was telling her about that fashion village Amanda went to the other day and we decided to make a trip there today to do some shopping and to catch up with each other's news." "Hélène has been going through a messy divorce and she was saying that Léa, her teenage daughter, has taken it particularly hard. She had hoped that bringing her to Italy for a touring holiday would help but apparently it isn't going at all well. Hélène says that she knows she is tense because of all the things that are going on in her life at the moment. The other day she snapped at Léa for something that really was not her fault and now they're hardly on speaking terms. "Hélène took up my offer for Léa to spend the day by the pool with you lot rather than trail round the shops with us. For one thing it will help Hélène to be able to talk more freely and for another it will give Léa some time with people closer to her own age - I hope that's OK with everybody." "Of course its OK!" said Valerie. "She'll be very welcome!" We all nodded our agreement. Angela flashed a smile of thanks and went upstairs to get ready, just as Amanda clattered down the stairs and grabbed a coffee. Valerie told her about the day's arrangements whilst Emily and Jack, today's duty cooks, picked up the keys to the battered old Fiat hatchback and left to make the long round trip to the nearest supermarket. A few minutes later a sleek black DS saloon swept up to the front door of the villa and Valerie and Amanda walked out to greet the arrivals. Out of the car stepped the girl who had wet herself at the ruined monastery (Valerie 17) and her fearsome mother. Valerie stepped forward to introduce herself and Amanda and to say that her mother would be down in a few minutes. Léa and Amanda exchanged looks of mutual recognition. Léa blushed deeply and stared awkwardly at the ground. The mother also clearly recognised Amanda. She shook her hand briefly. "Enchanté" she said, in a glacial voice that clearly indicated she was anything but. Angela emerged from the villa, kissed Léa's mother on both cheeks and was introduced to her daughter. "Glad to meet you Léa" said Angela. "I'm sure you will have a nice day with the girls." Léa's mother glanced at Amanda and pursed her lips. They took their seats and the black DS drove off. "Come on Léa" said Valerie cheerfully "Let's see if the others have left us any breakfast." ------------------ I stood up as Valerie and Amanda escorted Léa into the breakfast room. Léa was slim and potentially attractive but at the moment she seemed pale and wan and looked as though she would rather be anywhere else on the planet but here. Valerie made the introductions and Léa gave me a limp handshake. At that moment Callum walked in to the breakfast room. Léa took one look at him and burst into tears. Amanda put her arm round her, led her away into the living room and closed the door behind them. "I wonder what all that was about?" said Valerie as we looked at each other in astonishment. "Um...I think I know" said Callum. "Amanda and I saw that girl with her mother a few days ago. We had gone exploring exploring and we ended up at a ruined monastery near here. There were quite a few other people about, including them. Amanda was bursting for the loo but it turned out that they were closed. "Then therere was one of those sudden intense downpours you sometimes get round here and everybody ran for shelter in a sort of undercroft that was the only part of the building that still had a roof. The girl was telling her mother that she urgently needed to pee but the rain was torrential, there was no roof on most of the building and there weren't any loos anyway. Whilst we were all standing there waiting for the rain to ease off, Amanda wet her knickers and made a puddle on the floor. A few minutes later the girl lost control and peed in her shorts. It was all very public and her mother didn't seem best pleased." The living room door opened and Léa and Amanda came out. Léa's eyes were red-rimmed and she was clutching a paper handkerchief but she seemed a little calmer. She accepted Valerie's offer of a cup of coffee and sat at the table holding it with both hands as though for comfort. "Look, Callum has explained what happened the other day" said Valerie briskly. "Nobody here is laughing at you or thinks any the worse of you. Sometimes accidents can't be avoided - its just one of those things. And, as you saw, my sisters and I often wet ourselves, sometimes by accident, sometimes because its the easiest thing to do. It's no big deal." Léa sat silent for a moment, staring into her coffee cup. Eventually she started to talk. "It wasn't just the accident" she said. "I wet myself quite often and as you say it is not such a big thing, even though it can be a bit embarrassing at the time. But on this occasion my mother reacted as if I had done it on purpose as a provocation. "After the rain finished we had to make the long walk back to the car park. My shoes and socks were wet and we were passing lots of other people who could all see that I had relieved myself in my shorts. My mother offered me no comfort. Then she made a fuss about whether my wet clothes would spoil the car seat. "When we got back to our hotel she did not offer to go inside and get me a skirt or something to put round me, she marched me through the lobby and up in the lift with more people staring at me. When we got to our rooms my mother just said 'clean yourself up!', went in her own room and slammed the door. "I hated her for that. And it is not how she normally is. I know she is upset about her divorce but does she not think that I am upset too, at my own father leaving us? And now my mother and I are not talking to each other. very much" Fresh tears were running down her cheeks andshe started to sob. "This really is all about the divorce, isn't it?" said Valerie gently. "I can only imagine how much you are both hurting at the moment. But these bad times will slowly pass and in the meantime you still have your mother and she still has you and I think that underneath it all you both still love each other very much." Léa nodded slowly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. Amanda took her by the hand. "Come on Léa, let me show you round the house. We'll start with where the loos are, though...." she giggled "....we don't always bother to come in from outside to use them." They walked into the hallway and up the staircase, Amanda pointing out the various rooms. Valerie let out a long sigh. "Poor Léa!" she said. "She really is going through a rough time! We'll have to try to cheer her up a bit." ------------------ Valerie, now in her navy blue bikini, Callum and I walked down through the grounds of the villa to the swimming pool, carrying supplies of water to keep us refreshed as the daytime heat built up. Shortly afterwards Amanda and Léa joined us. Amanda had changed into her dark red bikini and Léa was wearing a pretty pale-blue bikini with a delicate floral pattern that showed her slim, shapely body and pert little breasts to advantage. Emily and Jack walked down to the pool carrying shopping bags and a pack of charcoal. After Valerie had introduced them to Léa, Jack set about preparing and lighting the brick-built poolside barbecue. Callum and I returned to the house to fetch a fold-up table, some plastic chairs and a pop-up canopy to give us some shade as we ate. "I texted mummy to see if Hélène wanted to join us for dinner this evening and she has replied that that would be a good idea" said Emily as she prepared food for the barbecue and unpacked cold beers and colas. "Is that OK with you Léa?" Léa gave her a grateful smile. "That would be so good - for all sorts of reasons" she replied. "I'm going to have a swim before lunch is ready" announced Valerie. She stretched lazily, stepped on to the grass, parted her legs and peed through her bikini as she swept her hair into a ponytail and tied it with a scrunchie. Léa looked at her wide-eyed. Valerie gave her a mischievous grin and said "The only house rule is that we don't do a wee in the pool. Its a long way back to the loo so we do it here instead. Coming for a dip?" Valerie, Léa and Amanda walked to the pool steps and squealed as they entered the cold water. After they had swum a few length Emily called"lunch in five minutes" so they scrambled out, picking up towels and drying themselves. Amanda paused. A stream of pee splashed on to the pavement between her feet. "Don't mind the boys if you need a wee" Amanda murmured confidentially to Léa. "Just do it in your bikini. They've seen it all before, lots of times. And they wee in their bathers too." Léa nodded, blushing slightly, but did not take up the suggestion. Lunch was the usual long, leisurely affair with plenty of water, cola and beer consumed as we waited for Jack to deliver successive consignments of freshly barbecued steak, sausages and seafood kebabs. Léa had become very quiet and just picked at her food. Towards the end of the meal Léa wet herself. Pee trickled off the edge of her seat and splashed on to the pavement beneath. Quietly, she started to cry again. I nodded to the other boys. "Shall we clear these things away and wash up?" Jack and Callum rose, scooped debris into bin bags and loaded the rest on to trays. Callum explained the back story to Jack whilst we carried the remains of lunch up to the house. We took our time over the washing up and we helped Jack with some initial preparations for this evening's dinner so as to give the girls time to comfort Léa. By the time we returned Valerie and Emily were reclining on sun-loungers and reading but Léa and Amanda were nowhere to be seen. I pulled up a sun-lounger and settled down beside Valerie. There was a large puddle on the paving beneath her sun-lounger and the openweave fabric was still dripping. "It must be a good story!" I commented. She gave me her familiar mischievous grin "I couldn't put it down!" she replied. "Do you know what the problem was with Léa at lunchtime?" "She didn't want to make a point of going back to the house to use the loo when no one else was bothering to do so, nor did she want to do a wee on the grass with you boys around and, well, you saw the result" Valerie told me. "Her self-confidence is absolutely shot, poor girl. Anyway, we've patched her together again and she seems more or less OK at the moment. Amanda has taken her up to the gazebo so that she can talk in privacy if she wants to. It was nearly two hours before Léa and Amanda returned to the poolside. Both of their bikinis had a fresh triangle of wetness between the legs. "Come on, Léa" said Amanda "Let's have a dip in the pool!" She picked up the beachball and jumped in with a huge splash, followed closely by Léa and Valerie. Emily walked over to the grass and stood still, facing away from us. Her coral pink bikini darkened between her legs and the dark patch slowly spread upwards as pee flowed down her legs, over her bare feet and into the grass. Then she walked over to the pool steps, leaving a trail of wet footprints, and descended in to the water. "What's the matter with you boys?" shouted Amanda cheekily from the pool. "Afraid of a bit of water?" The three of us hit the water simultaneously and a riotous game of pool volleyball followed, Léa squealing and giggling with delight. She seemed far happier than she had been all day. After their dip Amanda and Léa stretched out on sun-loungers side by side, each with a chilled can of cola. Amanda asked about Léa's school and they chatted about her baccalauréat studies and her hopes for studying abroad. She in turn was interested to hear from Amanda about English universities and student life. Eventually Amanda announced that she needed a wee. She got up, stretched, walked on to the grass and stood, legs akimbo. With an audible hiss she let go in her bikini. Léa stepped delicately on to the grass beside her. She hesitated, then spread her legs wide, put her hands on her hips in a defiant 'girl wetting her knickers' pose and proceeded to thoroughly soak her bikini briefs. Once again, Amanda gave her a high five. By now the sun was setting so we collected up towels and empty water bottles and set off back to the villa to shower and change before dinner. Emily and Jack were already there, preparing the evening meal. "It looks like you have managed give Léa back her self confidence" I said quietly to Amanda as we walked up the path towards the house. "How did you do it?" "It turned out she was totally in awe of you boys" she replied. "I don't think she has had much experience with the opposite sex yet and three hunky men, or at least..." she gave me a cheeky grin... "two hunky men and you, Tom, were a bit overwhelming. Don't forget that we were all virtual strangers to her when she first arrived and the idea of doing a wee anywhere near you lot was too embarrassing for her." "So I told her the story of the Budgie Smuggler Show (Valerie 3 & 4) and now she isn't in awe of you any more. In fact when I got to the bit about you standing there with stage fright she laughed so hard that she made a little puddle on the gazebo floor." Amanda darted away before I could think of a suitable response. When we reached the house we found that Angela and Hélène had arrived back from their shopping trip. Impulsively, Léa ran to her mother and gave her a big hug, exclaiming "Oh maman,je t'aime beaucoup!" "Je t'aime aussi ma chérie!" her mother replied, hugging her daughter tight and looking as though she might cry with happiness. She did not even notice the wet patch that her daughter's pee-soaked bikini briefs left on her elegant dress. With thanks to Night Rain for the idea